Friday 13 February 2015

Sermon at Opoho Church Sunday 8 February, 2015 Epiphany 5

‘An early morning walk’ by Ann Siddall[1]
Readings:  Isaiah 40:27-31,  Mark 1: 29-39

Let us pray:  may the words we hear speak to heart and mind, that the purpose of God be known among and in us more clearly, the power of God encourage us and the peace of God strengthen and fill us with hope.  Amen.

What is our purpose as a congregation, as a Parish, as the body of Christ in Opoho?  Huge question, simple question?  Obvious answer or convoluted answer?
It was just this question that engaged various people on Tuesday night as the Presbytery resource group of Dunedin and North Otago met.  We were seeking to open up possibilities of the ways to be church, the differing models of ministry and parish.
There was one thing that particularly struck me – we had the phrases down pat (and fairly uniform) when it came to what we did looking inwards – to glorify God in worship, knowing and following Jesus, deepening faith, supporting each other – but when it came to what I would call looking outwards, the surety of phrase dropped off a bit and there was a bit less uniformity – we talked of living out the Gospel and being the body of Christ in and serving community but you could tell there was more familiarity and comfort in the inward – the safety of the known and the predictable.  And that is at is should be – a sense of belonging, a safe place to explore our faith, ask our questions, be at peace.  Nothing wrong with that, in fact very important – except that we also need to embrace the looking outward.  Jesus, whenever he teaches and tells his stories, always ends with some variation of ‘so that.....’.  Our growing in faith, our worship, our congregational life together is essential – so that – we can then share that faith, that service with the needy and vulnerable in the often uncomfortable and unknown situations that Jesus calls us into.
I want to share with you a story and, as we listen, I would ask that we think about the times we have found ourselves in uncomfortable situations, where we have felt inadequate or scared or unworthy – and then to hear how this story speaks to us of two things
-          the ways Christ hears our panic and responds to our fear, reminding us of his unfailing grace and the peace of his presence in every moment.
-          The ways that Jesus finds spiritual strength and focus for hard decisions on how he best serves God, the demanding needs of those around him and for sharing his message of redemptive love.

‘An Early Morning Walk.’
“When we woke up – Jesus had gone.  Simon, who sleeps lighter that the rest of us, thought he’d heard him stirring, long before dawn.
We were still rubbing the sleep from our eyes when we heard the sound of many voices.  People were gathering outside the door already, bringing sick folk with them.  Some, I suspect, had even slept there all night.
(It was such a different life to the one I had known so recently, before Jesus came walking by and we got to talking, and I got to follow him around: not uninvited, I might add.  And even those first few days with Jesus were different – euphoric, exciting, personal if you know what I mean.
You see, the crowds were a bit much for me.  I like a quiet life, out in the boat fishing, a few friends at the end of the day – and starting the day in my own way, not like this!
The previous evening, after sunset, the crowds had come.  Some of them diseased, dirty, smelling to high heaven!  Others twisted and tormented by demons, calling out in strange voices.  It was not a sight or a sound I would care to repeat very often.
But he stayed calm.  And he took them one at a time, looking into their eyes, or taking their hand, as if there were no-one else in all the world for that moment.
When he moved away, they walked tall and the strange voices had gone, leaving them new people, whose friends and families gaped at them in wonder.
We were getting used to it, and not used to it, if you know what I mean.
It was late when we finished.  I say ‘we’ because he had us helping.  We had to talk to people as they waited.  At one point I found myself with a screaming child thrust into my arms while its mother spoke with Jesus.  Every so often he’d ask us to come close and watch what he did, like apprentices really. 
We fell down on our mates, worn out, and despite being a bit crowded together in the one place, most of us, I think, slept immediately.
I knew nothing more until I woke and yawned and stretched, and heard the buzzing noise of many people outside the doorway: already!  When we realised he’d left us with them we panicked, and took off like frightened rabbits to find him.
Because I knew the area well I led the way.  Some instinct told me he’d have headed out of town to find a quiet place.  He was given to doing that.  But I don’t know how he’d managed to get up so early and pray, that is, unless he simply had to.
When we found him we plunged into the small clearing, excited, bubbling over with words of need, and then we came to a halt, because he was praying.
His eyes were closed, his arms outstretched.  Last night he’d embraced the crowds, this morning, I suspected, he was embracing God.
We only allowed him to be quiet for a moment – later we were to ask him to teach us to pray as he did – before we said ‘everyone is looking for you’.
We said that as you would say it to a child who has got engrossed in a game out in the garden while dinner is on the table.  But he didn’t race back to us.  He came slowly.
As we walked, adjusting our pace to his, and letting the anxiety slip away from us, he said, ‘We must go on to the other villages round here.  I have to preach in them also, because that is why I came.
Not easy to move on when there is so much left undone.  Some of us felt a mixture of relief and remorse as we left the people and their needs behind.  When I thought about it in later years as the crowds began to press in on me, I realised that he was trying to tell us that he had a message to proclaim, and it was more important for people to hear this, than for them to be free of their diseases.  A lot of people never understood this, and just wanted the signs and wonders which he could perform.
Maybe his prayers that early morning were for strength to keep seeing the priorities, because he was a compassionate man and would not have found it easy to move on from those whose hands reached out to catch him and hold him in one place.
Now I seek those early morning places of solitude myself, to ask for the grace to keep God’s purpose clear in my mind above the noise of the crowds.”

Prayer of Response
Christ Jesus, as we listen to your word, as we sit in stillness with you, we become aware of our fears, the things that hold us back and seem to render us helpless in your service.  We become aware too of your assuring presence, there for us whether in flight or in safety – always with us, never apart.  We hear too that there are no easy ways of being your people in the world – for there is so much pain, the needs so complex – but when we find ways to listen to your voice, to know you more deeply, we hear your way more clearly.
We know too that peace and healing is yours to give - often in the most unexpected ways –and that in our inadequacies and fears we are none the less your hands and feet, learning how to trust your grace and mercy, how to serve in love and compassion.  Let us be still and know that you are God.  Amen.

Margaret Garland



[1] From New Green Shoots and other Story Sermons  edited by Rex A. E. Hunt.  (Melbourne: JBCE, 1993)

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