Monday, 16 January 2017

SERMON 8 JANUARY 2017 - EPIPHANY


May the words of my mouth and the meditations of all our hearts be acceptable in your sight: O Lord, our strength and our redeemer.
We three kings of Orient are
Bearing gifts we traverse afar.
Field and fountain, moor and mountain,
Following yonder star.
One of the favourite images of Christmas is that of the three wise men travelling by camel through a star lit night. One star dominates the sky and they are following that star – and, as they arrive on the crest of the hill overlooking Bethlehem the journey is almost over. It’s been a long trip from a country far away in the east. There have perhaps been dangers along the way but now they are at the town of Jesus’ birth. There are just a few hundred meters to go. The wise men look down from the star in the sky to the building lying below its light. This is where they will find the new born king of the Jews that they had read about in the Scriptures.
We actually don’t know very much about these wise men –
Who were they – really?
What were their names?
Where did they come from exactly?
How far had they travelled following the star?
Traditionally a view has developed that they were Babylonians, Persians, or Jews from Yemen as the kings of Yemen then were Jews. ...and then there is an Armenian tradition identifying the "Magi of Bethlehem" as Balthasar of Arabia, Melchior of Persia, and Gaspar of India.
The truth is .... We don’t really know who they were...
We don’t even know how many of them there were – three, four, five...? The fact that there were three gifts has led to the accepted number of three,
We do know that they studied the stars and were familiar with the Hebrew Scriptures but Matthew doesn’t give us too many other details.
One of the facts that Matthew does give us is that the wise men came with special gifts for the new born king. The gospel writer tells us:
"On coming to the house, they saw the child with his mother Mary, and they bowed down and worshipped him. Then they opened their treasures and presented him with gifts of gold and of incense and of myrrh."

Gold, frankincense and myrrh – what strange gifts for a new born child.
A woman commenting on these gifts suggested that these men weren’t perhaps all that wise after all. If the eastern visitors had been wise women the baby Jesus would have received sensible gifts – baby food, nappies and clothes to replace the swaddling clothes, and maybe even a proper baby’s crib – not a useless lump of gold and two bottles of perfume – what is a new mother to do with these?
However, gold, frankincense and myrrh.... some speculate that these gifts were the principal items used in the wizardry and magic in which the wise men from the east dabbled. So, in giving them to the Christ-child,  they were actually handing over their tools of their trade. They were demonstrating that they were no longer pagan dabblers in magic. They were letting go of the past because they had found a new guiding star – the Christ child.
Others have reasoned that these gifts are symbols of who this baby was. That it was fulfilling the prophesy in Isaiah ...’and all from Sheba will come, bearing gold and incense...’ 
Gold represents power and wealth. This child Jesus is royal and kingly.
Frankincense a symbol of his priestly role.

Myrrh was used in embalming the dead. It indicated this child’s humanity and perhaps foreshadowed his suffering and death as Saviour of the world.

These have been some of the many popular interpretations of the gifts that the wise men brought, but Matthew doesn’t give us any explanation ... he simply gives us the facts. "They bowed down and worshiped him. Then they opened their treasures and presented him with gifts of gold and of incense and of myrrh."
As we have noted these might seem rather useless gifts but what do you give this child who is the all-powerful God who controls the stars to such an extent that a particularly bright star travels westward and stops over the place where Jesus and his parents were living?

When the Lord of the universe reaches down from heaven and touches the earth, condescends in love to come to us, in the flesh, as one of us, a baby come to do battle with Herod and all evil in this world, what do you give?
Even the wise men with their precious gifts must have realised that their expensive presents were hardly adequate for the child in the manger, the God who has become a human and now rests in his mother’s arms.... and maybe that’s just the point..their gifts or presents, despite their value, were hardly adequate...
The story is told of an old professor who visited a past student of his whose first child had recently been born . He presented the parents with a gift for the baby, a book, all wrapped in fine paper, tied with a bow. Imagine their surprise and bewilderment when, upon unwrapping the gift, they discovered that it was a book, a very old, leather-bound copy of Shakespeare's plays.
They thought, what a strange gift for a baby! How odd. An old book, written in archaic language, given to a baby who will not be able to read it, let alone understand it for many years to come.
And then they realised: the gift was not the book; the gift was the giver. The old professor had given himself. He had given the child that thing most precious to himself - his own love of language, his admiration for Shakespeare. His gift was an expression of his deepest joy at the birth of the child and his hope for the future of this new human being.
What the wise men gave and what we give to our Lord may seem so trivial and modest, but if they are representative of the giving of ourselves to God, this is our most important gift.
This last Friday was the twelfth day of Christmas, and the Eve of the Feast of the Epiphany - that great festival on which Christians, for at least fifteen hundred years, have celebrated the manifestation, or the showing forth, of the glory of God in Jesus Christ, - the Eternal Word of God made flesh.
Just as the showing forth of the glory of God in Christ takes many different forms, so our season of Epiphany commemorates many different things. First, the coming of the wise men from the East to worship at the cradle of the Infant Christ; then, the Baptism of Jesus in the river Jordan by John the Baptist, with the voice from heaven declaring that this Jesus is the beloved son of God; then the visit of Jesus, at twelve years old, to the Temple at Jerusalem, where the learned doctors were astonished by his understanding and his answers; and then, a series of Jesus' miracles: among them the changing of water into wine at the marriage feast at Cana; the healing of a leper, and the centurion's palsied servant; and the calming of the troubled sea. Then, at the end of the season of Epiphany, we have prophetic lessons about the final coming of the Son of God, in power and great glory.
Many different things - a great diversity of commemorations; yet they are tied together by one common theme. They are all aspects of the showing forth, the shining forth, the "Epiphany" of the divine glory of Jesus Christ, the Eternal Son of God, the Eternal Word of God, made flesh. Thus these many commemorations of Epiphany make up a continuing meditation upon the meaning of the Christmas miracle - the miracle of God with us, God in our flesh, Emmanuel, God visible to human eyes, God audible to human ears, God tangible to human touch, God manifest in human life, judging, restoring, and transforming it by the grace and truth he brings. "The Word was made flesh and dwelt among us (and we beheld his glory, the glory as of the only-begotten of the Father), full of grace and truth."
Through the season of Christmas and into the season of Epiphany do we sometimes fall victims to the boredom of repetition? We have done this all so often – Decorations, Father Christmas, presents, food, church...we are all so busy and it’s just the same again each year, perhaps all done by rote or habit. Or do we approach each year anew as we focus on the wonderful miracle of the Word made flesh and dwelling among us?
Faith has eyes to see in all these things the shining forth, the "Epiphany" of the Son of God, the miracle of God with us, Emmanuel. And faith, our faith, has gifts to offer him; not much, perhaps, in worldly terms, but by his own grace we have that one crucial gift we can give, the acknowledging of his divinity, his kingship, and his sacrifice -  the gift he treasures most - the gift of adoration, the gift of humble obedience of mind and heart.
...in the words of our gradual hymn..’O worship the Lord.....’
"Fear not to enter his courts, in the slenderness
Of the poor wealth thou canst reckon as thine,
Truth in its beauty and love in its tenderness,
These are the offerings to lay on his shrine.
Worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness;
Bow down before him, his glory proclaim;
Gold of obedience and incense of lowliness
Bring and adore him; the Lord is his Name!"
No Wise Man could offer more, and surely faith cannot offer less than adoration; for to the eyes of faith, the everlasting glory of the Father shines forth in Jesus Christ, the Word made flesh - "and we beheld his glory", day by day, we behold his glory, "the glory as of the only-begotten of the Father, full of grace and truth." Amen. +
Roger Lee

Sunday, 8 January 2017

FAITH IN DISTRESSING TIMES: MARY AND JOSEPH, 18 DECEMBER 2016


Mary and Joseph – core people in our Advent and Christmas seasons …. Ordinary, peasant folk who did not lead a charmed life separated from the context and challenges of their own time.
Remember, these are two people who faced the judgement and rejection of their own people and their religious leaders … then went into exile as refugees in Egypt – a different culture and language  … then returned to Israel but went to Nazareth and started their lives all over again – obviously this is just a broad sweep of their lives without all the details, challenges, joys and distresses of their day to day  experiences.
And yet … what is noticeable in both Mary and Joseph’s lives is their willingness to listen to God and to obey God – notice that I didn’t say “obey God unquestioningly”, because the truth is that we are allowed to question God …. Mary did!.  She asked how on earth God is going to make her pregnant?
Coming back to Mary and Joseph’s faith being kept strong and firm throughout distressing times, because of their listening and obedience to God … when we look at ‘obedience’ as being ‘ob +audiere’ – ‘to listen’ … are we saying the same thing twice?  Ie ‘listening’ and ‘to listen’ when we talk about ‘listening’ and ‘obedience’ as being core to their faith?
I don’t think so.  For me, ‘listening’ seems to invite us to an intentional awareness … which in our case is Godward, hopefully, whereas ‘to listen’ associated with ‘obedience’ tends to be flavoured with more of a doing-ness about it – ie some kind of proactive or interactive response.
So, when we listen to God and hear what God wants to say to us, then we respond by engaging relevantly and under God’s direction!
Certainly, when listening and obedience collaborate in the power of the Holy Spirit – then we shall bear Godly fruit in our lives – even against all seeming odds … eg Mary’s virginity, and yet becoming pregnant and giving birth to a son!
So you see we can’t have the one without the other because then we’re really not fulfilling God’s will!  James 1:22:  “Do not merely listen to the Word, and so deceive yourselves.  Do what it says”.
Mind boggling to think that it took only one man and one woman who were faithful to listening and doing God’s word, in order for God to change the world through the birth of Jesus Christ!
Yes!  I’m sure that the details of this fulfilment of Jesus as Messiah were not at all what Mary and Joseph had expected!  And yet they remained faithful.
There is an ancient Jewish story which illustrates this so well … namely, that we need to remember, when we undertake to listen to and obey God, that our view on the outcome and God’s plans for the outcome may differ considerably;  however, God’s plan will always be indescribably lavish and much better than anything we can imagine!
Here’s the story, which is a bit like a parable, and in which the elderly woman represents a kind of Wisdom or Christ type figure  - it’s called
THE KING’S SON
Once upon a time there was a king.  He was loved by his wife, respected and a bit feared by his enemies and neighbours, and honoured by his subjects, but he himself was miserable.  He had no heir, no one to bear his name and continue his work in the kingdom.  And so, he sent out a proclamation to all in the land that anyone who could help his wife become pregnant would be rewarded royally.
Many came forward with suggestions, cure-alls, potions, and all failed.  The king grew angry and bitter.  Now the proclamation read that those who tried to help them have a child and failed would be severely punished or killed and that if anyone succeeded they would be lavishly rewarded.  Still people tried, and all failed and all died.  The king grew black and despairing, and all in the kingdom mourned and suffered.
And then one day an old woman appeared in the court.  The king and queen had seen her before.  She was wise, a Jewish healer and prophet.  She presented herself boldly before the king and spoke:  “I promise you a child before the year is out.”  The king eyed her and reminded her of the penalty for failure.  It did not faze her.  She repeated her statement, “I promise you a child before the year is out.”   She added, “There is one thing you must do.”
“What?” he challenged her, “What?”
“You must call out your troops, the army, every able bodied man and woman and dig trenches and canals.  Your people are dying of disease, without fresh water and sanitation.  You must dig a canal for the fresh water and another, separate from it, for animal and human waste  - and you must do this throughout the entire kingdom.  When it is finished, you will have your heir.”  The king eyed the old woman, who waited for his response.
“All right, old woman, I will do it, but your word had best be good.”  She left and the king’s decree was set in motion. Everyone worked, dug.  It took almost three years for the canals to be built and for the system to operate.  When it was finished, the king watched his wife, to see if there was a quickening, a swelling.  There was nothing.  The year passed and the old woman was dragged in before the king, who was furious with her.  “Old woman,” he said, you lied to me.  I want your life for your broken word.”
“Fine”, she replied, “and then you will never know what was the one thing more you needed to do to have your son.” 
The king froze.  She had mentioned a son, specifically, this time.  He eyed her again, harshly, “What do you mean?”
“The one more thing”, she said.
“What is it?” he yelled at her.
She eyed him back and responded calmly, “You’re not going to like it.”
He yelled at her again:  “I didn’t like the last one either.  Tell me.”
“You must”, she said, “gather all your nobles and landowners, the wealthy, and together you must redistribute the land among the poor so that everyone has their own small piece of land and can raise food.”
The king’s reaction was swift and exasperated.  “That’s impossible.  Why should I do that?”
“Then,” she continued calmly, “you will never have a son.”
The king fumed and was silent.  Then, in a cold voice, he told the woman, “All right. I will do this thing, but if you have not told the truth this time, it will be your children who are orphaned.”
“So be it”, she replied and left.
This took time, lots of time, with negotiations, discussions, concessions, reorganization of the entire kingdom, its finances and priorities, but his wife encouraged him. Seven years passed and it was done.  Again, the king watched his wife hopefully for any sign of quickening.  Nothing.  Enraged, he had the old woman dragged before him and condemned her to death right then and there, sputtering curses.  She was quiet until he took a breath.  “Go ahead and kill me,” she said, but you will never know what was the one last thing that you had to do to obtain a child who would bear your name and carry on your work in the kingdom.”
The king could barely speak, he was so livid with anger.  “One more thing?!”
“Yes”, the old woman said, “you know things always come in threes.  This one is the magic.”
“What?” was all he asked.
“This is the hardest of all,” she said.
 “What could possibly be harder than getting my nobles to share their wealth and land?” the king spat back.
“Dismantle your army”, was all she said.
The king mocked her and said, “What do you think, that I am crazy?  I’ll be overrun by my enemies.”
“No,” she replied, your enemies respect you, but you are always getting involved in skirmishes and clashes outside the land, making alliances, and going to war elsewhere.  And it is your people, your young men, who die and do not return to their families and wives.  Your people need peace.”
What could he do when he was so desperate for a child?  He wept and almost whispered, “All right, woman.  It will be done, but if there is no child I will kill you myself.”
“So be it,” she replied and left.
Years passed.  The army was dismantled, alliances rewritten, clauses composed that stipulated no violence, no aggression.  Ten years and the land and the people knew peace.  And the king watched his wife, desperate, wildly.  Nothing.  No quickening.  And the old woman was dragged in to die.  The king approached her and she spoke.  “Wait, before you kill me there is something I must say.  Look around, at your kingdom.  Your people thrive and live to old age.  The children are healthy and happy.  Each family and clan has its own land and there is no robbery or thievery in the land.  Visitors and strangers are welcomed and food shared.  And the young live, not to fight wars or kill, but to raise children, to live, and to know happiness.  And your people love you!  You have no child, no one of your flesh who bears your name, but your people bless God for you.  They give thanks for your wisdom and kindness, for the peace that you have brought to them.  Your neighbouring countries admire you and wonder how you have done this thing.  Your name will go down in history as blessed, as just and as honourable. And in the land, many name their children after you.”
The king stopped.  He turned and looked at his wife, who nodded.  The woman continued:  “Your land was dead.  Your heart was cold.  Your wife was barren.  Hope was banned from your kingdom.  Now all that is changed.  All quickens and stirs to life.  Justice, peace, and a future for all are secured.  That is all I have to say.”
The king knew her words were true.  She was spared.  The kingdom prospered.  Did the king and his queen have a son, a child of their own?  It is not known.  The promise came  true.  They say, in some Jewish communities, that the name of the king was Hezekiah, a son of Ahaz.  But others say that it doesn’t matter because all the earth is still waiting for the old woman’s promises to come true.

The king’s vision was, in a way, too small.  When listening and obeying God as opposed to humans, remember, God’s far greater vision for us may take longer and cost much more, but will come to fruition … in fact, as in the case of Jesus, an entire universe can be redeemed.
Ven Michelle Pilet