Two Constants – June 28, 2015

“Two Constants”

Judges 10:10-16        Matthew 28:18-20

 

          Today I want to talk about some history and how

we must use it to shape the future out of the news of this month.  

          You have heard it more than once…probably heard

it from your grandparents…and they probably heard it from theirs.  There are only two sure things in this

life…death and taxes.  Sure…we’ve all

heard it. 

Today…I want to suggest to you that

there are indeed two sure things…but they aren’t death and taxes. 

You only have to turn to the gospels to learn

that death is not a sure thing for those who believe.  John said it best in that verse that everyone

knows…the New Living Translation puts it this way…”For God loved the world so

much that he gave his one and only Son, so that everyone who believes in him

will not perish but have eternal life.” 

Those are the words of Jesus.  If you cannot believe him who can you

believe?  When we attend a funeral or

memorial service…the final celebration of a person’s earthly life…it’s the

celebration of that part of their life we have known on earth…and a sendoff to

the next leg on their life journey…their eternal life journey. 

Death is not a sure thing.

 

There is reference to taxes in the

Bible…but nothing that says taxes are or are not a sure thing.  In fact every tax is created by a group of

people who have the ability to change their minds…and repeal those taxes…each

and every one of them.  Now…I’m not going

to bet the farm that I will see a day when there are no taxes…but I will say

that taxes are not a sure thing. 

History tells us there are two sure

things in our lives on earth…God’s presence always and everywhere…and the

other is change.   Our Old Testament

lesson from Judges should make that clear.

The entire book is about a time of change in the lives of God’s

people.  It also tells us that God was

always there. 

Judges is the story of God’s people

and those men and women whom God sent to lead them because the people asked for

human guidance.  The people said they

weren’t certain they could live the old way…following God’s guidance without an

earthly leader.  The words we heard from the

book of Judges this morning came at a time that the Bronze Age was ending in

the Middle East…a time of significant change in the way that people lived and

worked. 

Throughout the book of Judges there are stories

of God’s people being conquered and made captive by a number of foreign

peoples.  God listed some of them in his

conversation with the distressed Israelites…Egyptians…Amorites…

Ammonites…Philistines…Sidonians…Amalekites… and Maonites.  You can bet that under each of them the rules

of the game changed for the Israelites…and if you accept God’s word…you know

that he was there with them. 

Stop and think for a moment…throughout

your life there has been change…some gradual…some minor…some rapid and some

radical.  And…God has been there with

you.  If he hadn’t been there with you

would you even consider being here today?

For some…there’s logic in what I just said. 

For me…there’s more than logic…there’s

proof…proof through God’s revelation to me.

If it hadn’t been for God’s revelation and his presence I wouldn’t be

here today.  Now, it wasn’t a burning

bush experience like that of Moses…or a Damascus Road experience like

Paul’s….or a conversation on the road to Emmaus like Cleopas and his

companion.  It was people that God placed

in my path. 

I was an only and lonely child in a

single-parent household…  lived with my

dad…who had very little education and worked two jobs just to be able to pay

the rent and put food on the table and clothes on our backs.  I seldom saw him and in that part of my life

I knew of God in only two ways…as the first word of a two word curse…or as a vengeful

creature who would get me if I did something wrong. 

I was 14 when I met God in a different

way.  I worked part time at a restaurant

with a man whose name was Richard O’Brien.

Richard had been raised in a Roman Catholic family…and told stories of a

loving God.  Richard and his life partner…

Patrick… also taught me how to love Shakespeare and his works.  They also told me how they had been made

outcasts by the people in their church.

I started to question how a God whom they told me loved all of His

creation could tolerate people who didn’t love all of God’s creation. 

A couple years later…working in a

different restaurant…I met a man who was known to me only as Ace.  He was a Black man…who had learned to read at

his mother’s side as she read Scripture to him from their family Bible.  He…too…spoke of a God of love.  He…too…spoke of being an outcast from the

large church not far from his home…this time because of his race.  My questioning continued.          People who called themselves God’s people while demonstrating something other than love…helped my skepticism grow through my years in college to the point that I became a practicing agnostic…even though I attended a church affiliated university.  If someone had told me when I graduated from

college that I’d be attending a church worship service…much less leading one…I

would have laughed loudly at them. 

For a number of years I went my

merry…somewhat devilish way…through marriage and divorce…work that was

glamorous but unrewarding…financial challenges…and some drunken Saturday

nights…showing up in a place of worship only for a friend’s wedding or for a

funeral…never considering that God was real…much less there with me. 

 

At a birthday party for the husband of

a co-worker I met Bob Miller.  I was 30

years old.  Bob and I talked about many

things including our mutual love for racquetball.  We ended up playing racquetball at the local

YMCA two or three times a week…then going to a pizza place for food, beer and

more conversation.  After about six months

of talking about many things except our work I asked Bob what his profession

was.  He was the minister at the downtown

Congregational church.  He invited me to

visit. 

I didn’t take Bob up on his invitation

until the next Christmas Eve.  One of

Bob’s parishioners had also invited me to the Christmas Eve service.  She was one of the three women I knew

attended that church that I wanted to date.

I went to the service…and sat alone in a pew in the back of the church…my

real hope was that one of the three women would show up and sit next to me. 

The lights went down until it was entirely

dark.  I heard a beautiful baritone voice

singing “O Holy Night”…then a single candle appeared moving at the front of the

sanctuary…toward the pulpit.  It was Bob

who was holding the candle and singing.

As John Wesley put it in his journal…”My heart was strangely

warmed.”   I began to attend Bob’s church regularly.  By the way…I never dated any one of the three

women. 

When it came time to leave that community in

Iowa to move to Greenville…Bob suggested I check out a United Methodist

Church.  I did…three months later…on the

first Easter morning I was in Greenville.

I found a sign that pointed me to Aldersgate United Methodist.  I attended and was mesmerized by the preacher…

Sinclair Lewis.  He was one of the finest

orators I had ever heard. 

I attended his church for several months…when

one Sunday he announced that lay speaking classes would be held.  At the end of the worship service…as we were

all leaving the sanctuary…I asked Sinclair to tell me more…four times I asked

him.  Each time he would say only two

words…”Just go.”  I finally realized I

was holding up the line of those waiting to leave the church…and moved on…never

knowing whether Sinclair was sure the classes were the right thing for me…or he

wanted to let others leave the church in order to get to lunch. 

I attended that training session and many

more.  For fifteen years I served as a

lay speaker…when in the spring of 2002 I was invited to speak to the men’s

group at Buncombe Street United Methodist Church.  After speaking…the senior minister at the

church…Doug Bowling…said “We’ve got to get you a church.”  After much protest…Doug convinced me to

follow the process for becoming a local pastor…and here I am today. 

Like the Israelites…I didn’t know it then…but

God was with me on that rather circuitous path to where I am today…and there

may have been moments when I even denied that possibility   But…now the truth is known…has been

revealed 

Look at your life. I’m sure that you will also

be able to say that God was with you…even when it seemed he might not have

been…when the changes were rough. 

Today marks another change in our collective

lives.  You have a new minister in your

pulpit.  I am beginning the process of

learning many new names and hearing many new life stories.  I’ve been given the opportunity to serve you

and your families…and the opportunity to make new friendships.  Know this…though there may be stumbles along

the way… God will be with us all the way…through times of joy and the times of

sorrow.  I thank God for the opportunity

and thank you for allowing me into your lives. 

If history and experience alone are

not enough…hear once again the words of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ…as

Matthew has reported them…”I am with you always…to the end of the age.” 

When Jesus gave the disciples that

reassurance he also gave them instructions… instructions that are so important

today.  “Go…make disciples.” 

It is by following those instructions

that you will assure God’s kingdom becomes reality…in this church…in our

community…in our state…and in our nation.

You see…there are those who for their own misguided reasons…will attempt

to thwart God. 

 

In South Carolina today…there are ten

families whose lives have been forever torn asunder…nine by death at the hands

of a hate-filled young man…and the family of that young man who had been lost

and is now in the custody of the criminal justice system.  Some may ask where God was the evening of

Wednesday June 17th…may even say that God had left his own house.  Just recall the name of the

church…Emanuel…”God with us.” 

And…I do know that God was in the arms

of those who held strangers and wept with them…God was in the hearts of those

who lost loved ones yet forgave the person believed responsible…God was in the

hearts of those community leaders who said they would not let hate tear us

apart.  God continues to be there as we

all mourn…as we work toward healing…and toward ending the hate that is so

strong in some hearts.  God has been with

each of us throughout all time.  Check his history.  Check your history.

 

God will be with us as together we

take Jackson Grove United Methodist Church forward…and as we…each of us… play our

part in healing our community…state and nation…as we…each of us…do all of that

by actively making disciples…by sharing your story of God working in your life…by following God’s

command to love all of his creation and all in his creation…by asking whether

there is something you think, do or say that might show something other than

love…by reaching out to the less fortunate…the unseen…and loving them as you

love our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. 

The pundits and the politicians are

already making hay by asking the simple…surface…easily answered questions.  Should the Confederate flag come

down?….YES!  Should we have some reasonable

form of access to firearms? YES.  Should

we be better at providing mental health care?

YES.  Should those in church be

encouraged to carry weapons into worship or study?  OF COURSE NOT. 

 

They aren’t yet asking…much less

answering…the meaningful questions.  How

does someone learn so much hate?  How do

we assure that someone else doesn’t learn so much hate? 

Martin Luther King, Jr. said it so

well when he said, “Hate doesn’t overcome hate.

Only love can do that.” 

Jesus showed us how to love.  It’s up to each of us to GO!  Make disciples every day as you walk with

God…as He walks with you every day… through all that changes.