Sunday, April 29, 2012

The Good Babysitter

Sermon preached at St. Augustine's Episcopal Parish, Easter 4, 29 April 2012



This Sunday, the 4th Sunday of Easter, is known as “Good Shepherd Sunday” due to the Gospel reading, which is always taken from John chapter 10.  Our lectionary has also included the beloved and pastoral Psalm 23, the most familiar of all the Psalms, with its idyllic opening verse, “The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not be in want.”

Its language is so familiar, in fact, that I wonder if many of us have stopped to really consider what it means for the text to call the LORD “my shepherd”.  What is the job of a shepherd anyway?  What sort of person was and is still a shepherd in the Middle East?  What is the social and economic status of a shepherd in the culture?  For what is a shepherd responsible, and to whom does a shepherd answer?

As I’ve considered these questions, my mind was drawn to seek out what is our own culture’s closest parallel to the job of a shepherd in the Middle East.  And I’d like to read to you what I think Psalm 23 might sound like if it was written for our 21st century American culture.

The LORD is my babysitter;
            I shall not be in want.
She makes me lie down in my pajamas
            and brings me a cool glass of water.
She awakens my imagination
            by sharing with me her cherished family stories.
Yea, though my light is off, and the house creaks,
I shall fear no evil;
            your first aid certification and cordless phone, they comfort me.
You welcome me into your house and feed me a snack
when bullies chase me home from school;
            my glass of milk is bottomless.
Surely your goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life,
            and I will live with the memory of your loving care for ever.

Does this sound sacrilegious, too trivial or mundane, disrespectful, even, to call the LORD, the God of the universe, a babysitter?

Let’s consider together how a babysitter in our culture is similar to a shepherd in the Middle East. 

First, they are both jobs for adolescent youth not typically done by adults. 

Second, they are both jobs that give a first taste of independence and responsibility to a young person. 

Third, neither job is highly regarded by the dominant culture.  If I were to say, “The mayor acts like a babysitter at the capital,” you don’t hear, “The mayor is doing a splendid job!”  Similarly, if we look at the story of David’s anointing in 1 Samuel 16, Jesse parades all of his older sons in front of the prophet, and doesn’t even think to call David in from keeping the sheep.  All he’s good for is being a shepherd, after all.  I imagine college and high school athlete brothers meeting a professional scout who has come to visit while their 12 year-old brother is down the street babysitting the neighbor’s kids.

Fourth, children and sheep are both enormously valuable to their families, and both are utterly helpless to care for themselves, especially if something goes wrong.

So when the Psalm calls the LORD, “my shepherd,” and when Christ calls himself “The Good Shepherd,” we are not being given an image that jibes with the cultural ideal of power and influence.  Rather, the Supreme Divine Reality is brought into the domestic realm and sent out to do the job that is beneath anyone who has any societal power or status.

And God in Christ, rather than taking this job half-heartedly, as a stepping stone to bigger and better things, does the work with the utmost dedication and concern for the helpless and needy sheep.

The beginning of John 10, before today’s Gospel, speaks about a sheepfold, a gate, about listening to the shepherd’s voice, and about being led out to pasture.  Now, if you’re picturing the British Isles and fields of tall, green grass, you’re in the wrong place.  A sheepfold to a young Bedouin shepherd in the Middle East amounts to a small cave into which the two dozen or so sheep would be led as the sun set.  Stones would be piled up at the entrance to the cave, and over the only opening, the “gate”, the shepherd would gather some loose rocks and some dry thorn bushes.  Then, the shepherd would sleep in front of the gate, outside of the cave, as a guard. 

So when your little 12 year-old self hears the howling and sees a wolf coming towards the sheepfold in the middle of the night, and all you have is your rod, a short stick you use to count the sheep, your staff, a longer stick with a crook you use to direct the sheep, and a sling shot, this where the difference between the Good Shepherd and the hired hand really matters.  This is where we see what Jesus means when he says that the good shepherd lays down his life for the sheep.

When the text speaks of the shepherd leading the sheep out to find pasture, again, this is not the Irish countryside, but the Middle Eastern desert.  And in the desert leading sheep to food involves the shepherd knowing where to look for the little tufts of grass that spring up along the rocky hillsides each morning.  Sheep will not find their own food in the desert.  They must be led or they will wander aimlessly and die from starvation or a predator.

What does it say about us for the LORD to be our shepherd, for Christ to be our Good Shepherd, or for that matter, our Good Babysitter?

For starters, it says that we are of the enormous value.

It says that we are helpless.  We might think we can take care of ourselves, just look at my 4 year-old son, but we can’t.

It says that we are protected and guarded by someone who will bear any cost to keep us safe.

It says that we are guided and led to find the sustenance we need for each day.

It says that we are intimately known.

And it says that we recognize the voice of our beloved shepherd, our beloved babysitter, when we hear it.

Living into this Reality is the work of a lifetime: to humble yourself enough to listen for guidance, to learn how to recognize the Voice that calls you by name, to follow on the path that the Voice leads you, and to trust your experience of the Divine Presence who does not remain enthroned somewhere far off, but who comes close enough to know your every need, to calm your every fear, and who will lay down his own life to defend you from harm.

Amen.

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Fr. Al's sermon for Easter 2

Sermon preached by the Reverend Alvin Marcetti at St. Augustine's Episcopal Parish on 15 April 2012



        I have been waiting literally for years to be able to preach on this Gospel lesson.  I am a big fan of John, particularly the beautifully poetic opening of his Gospel.  In many ways, John is short changed by contemporary interpretations of his writing.  Most of us are riveted by his mystical language, with its images of angels, doves, the breath of Jesus - to name just a few.  The style and tone of John’s writing often allow readers to see him only as a mystic, but he is much more than that.
         Put in today’s language, John is writing a sales pitch – and a very effective one at that.  John clearly says that he is writing this so that we may believe because we have not seen, nor experienced, the actual ministry of Jesus.  Most theologians feel that the Gospel was initially intended to end at the chapter from which today’s gospel is taken.  John says in Chapter 20, Verse 30, “Now Jesus did many other signs in the presence of the disciples, which are not written in this book; but these are written that you may believe that Jesus is the Christ, the son of God, and that you may have life in his name.”
         However, it is the character of Thomas that I find so engaging.
         While I was training to be a priest at Cranmer Hall in England, we were told that all good sermons must make three important points.  Well, today I’m going to deviate from that dictum and make only two simple points.  These points are about faith and doubt.   Clearly, there is a part of me that I find in Thomas, whose faith has to be supported by physical evidence.
I was nurtured in the Anglo-Catholic tradition, which has a lot to say about faith –not much about doubt –, but a great shipload about faith.  One of the clichés of Anglo-Catholic piety is the following term – a gift of faith.  Some lucky Christians are felt to have been blessed with a gift of faith – unfortunately, I have never felt so blessed as you will see.  The only two people who come to my mind when this term is bandied about are my grandmother and the late Archbishop of Canterbury, Lord Michael Ramsay who was my spiritual director while I was training.
         My grandmother was a rather severe Swiss farmer’s wife who held an unshakeable and profound faith in Christ’s healing ministry and the Roman Catholic Church.  From birth in a small mountain village in the Swiss-Italian Alps to the empty farmlands of central California in the late 19th century, Giovanna travelled through life with the assurance of god’s unconditional love. 
It was this faith that allowed her to venture beyond her safe village life to an arranged marriage with an older Swiss farmer in California.  This necessitated 3rd class travel on a steamship, the indignities of Ellis Island, and then an exhausting rail trip to San Francisco. 
I only knew her as an old woman, her rosary a constant companion, who attempted to explain how painful it was for her to see her grandsons raised as Protestants.  For her the church – with both a small c and a large C – began and ended with the mediation of the Pope.  Even as a boy, I didn’t buy into this, but I was impressed by her assurance of Christ’s love in her challenging life – this was her gift of faith – an unquestionably elemental understanding of God’s care for her and his creation. 
As I have said, I admired her gift, but from an early age it was clear that I didn’t share it in the same manner.  I had early identified with Thomas.
         John makes it clear in his Gospel that the Disciples have a variable and varying gift of faith.  At times, they are like my Swiss grandmother and at other times they are more like me – rather questioning and untrustworthy.  In Chapter 13, Verse 38, Jesus says to the overeager Peter, “Will you lay down your life for me?  Truly, truly, I say to you, the cock will not crow, till you have denied me three times.”  And, remember he is saying this to someone who has seen and experienced the actual ministry of Jesus.  And, of course, we know that this will come to be.
         So…how many of us have a gift of faith?  We may be like the mercurial Peter - desiring to faithfulness but finding ourselves sometimes falling short.
         This leads us to my second point about doubt.  On the day of resurrection the Disciples are so full of doubt, hopelessness, and feelings of abandonment that they actually lock themselves in a room.  So, we are not in such bad company if we experience times of doubt in our Christian journey.  For myself, these times are ruled over by my intellect, which can be a cruel taskmaster at times.  Most of us value rationality, education, logic, etc. and it is those gifts that can lead us to dark places of doubt. 
And…I don’t feel this is a bad thing.  While I might envy Christians like my grandmother or Lord Ramsay who embody for me a simple, elemental assurance of God’s love, that is not my road – not the road for many others who travel with me.
         However, it is here that I want to point out the irony in my discussion of doubt.  It is these times of questioning that have rooted and secured my faith. In fact, I have come to believe with certainty that for many of us doubt is the integral element of faith.  Christians like myself often struggle with what is called The Dark Night of the Soul. 
This is what St. John of the Cross describes as the struggle and the soul’s journey from the distractions and entanglements of the world towards the perfect peace and harmony of union with God.
The dark night is not pleasant, but for many it allows one to approach nearer to God and His love.  The irony is that this process that leads one away from an understanding and acceptance of god’s love is the very process that makes my commitment to the Christian life deepen and flourish. 
         The means by which questioning and doubt are ameliorated are clearly stated in John’s gospel.  Last week in his Easter sermon, Father Gill pointed out how difficult it is for us as human being to accept underserved outpourings of God’s love – counter-intuitive gifts from the universe that make us uneasy and fill us with questions until we are able to relax into the pleasure of the gift. 
         John loads his Gospel with assurances that those who have not witnessed Christ’s ministry will be given the means to believe through the ministry of fellow Christians.  Christ promises that his prayers are not only for the apostles, “but also for those who believe in me through their work, that they may all be one.”
         Times of doubt bring us like, Thomas, to Christ asking for assurance…and perhaps forgiveness for our lack of surety.  What does Christ do in this situation?  Well, in the Gospel, Christ forgives and reassures…a central theme of what I’ve called the sales pitch in this Gospel.  Rather than being punished, the Disciples are reminded that they, like us, will witness to the good news of Jesus’ ministry here on earth.  In a real sense, doubt is rewarded by assurance…counterintuitive but a model of the message of the cross.
         Rowan Williams, the Archbishop of Canterbury, says, “There is no hope of understanding the Resurrection outside the process of renewing humanity in forgiveness.  We are all agreed that the empty tomb proves nothing.  We need to add that no amount of apparitions, however well authenticated, would mean anything either, apart from the testimony of forgiven lives communicating forgiveness.”
         I particularly like the phrase “forgiven lives”…like the Disciples we are forgiven and renewed in our struggles with doubt.  Within the context of our doubt we begin to gain a foothold on the gift of faith…the assurance of the reign of Christ in our lives.