Showing posts with label Gifts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gifts. Show all posts

Monday, August 3, 2009

God STRENGTHENS

Sermon for Sunday, August 2, 2009
Scripture: John 6:24-35
(Part 3 of a 4-part Sermon Series on Igniting God's Vision at West Newton UMC)
On the day I graduated high school, my family drove me to our high school’s baseball field. I didn’t know why we were going there, but they kept saying they had a surprise for me, and my sister had a strange, giddy look on her face the whole way. When we got out of the car, there were 2 kids playing catch out on the infield. My sister kindly asked if we could borrow the field for a few minutes. They obliged, and then my family told me to run the bases.
“Why?” I asked.
“Just do it,” they all replied.
"This is stupid,” I said as I rolled my eyes. “Do I have to?”
“Yes, you have to,” my mom said.
So off I went – still in my cap and gown, mind you – starting at home plate, running to first, making the wide turn and heading for second, then making my way to third, and finally jogging down the home stretch. All of this, I’m doing with 2 younger high school kids sitting in the dugout, undoubtedly getting some laughs at my expense. I looked so silly out there. Well, when I got to home plate, my family was waiting for me. And as I approached the plate, there was an envelope lying on top of it. Inside was a card from my sister explaining how proud she was that I had graduated high school, and 2 tickets to a baseball game at historic Fenway Park in Boston.


I’d always wanted to see a game in Fenway, and now, that dream would become reality. As a graduation gift, my sister was taking me on a road trip to Boston – a pilgrimage to see one of baseball’s most holy temples. It was a wonderful trip, one I still remember vividly. It remains one of the greatest gifts anyone has ever given me.

Fast forward a few years. I’m a senior in college, and my sister and I haven’t spoken for almost 2 years. Not after that huge fight we had – the one where I said some really nasty things I shouldn’t have said, and where she said some really nasty things she shouldn’t have said. And we’re sitting together in the same room for the first time since that fight, using our extended family as a buffer between us so we don’t have to speak to one another. But occasionally, our eyes meet, and we see the pain in each other’s eyes. We see the pain each of us has caused in the other in our fighting, and the pain we have caused in my mother. And so we make the decision to begin toward reconciliation.

Fast forward to the present day. My sister and I still aren’t fully reconciled, but we’re getting there. We’re talking again, spending time together again, and trying to figure out how to really love each other after those years of bitterness and broken relationship. We’ve never been the type of siblings to profess love for one another, but we know that love is there. I know that despite what’s been said and done in the past, she loves me, her brother. And I know that I love her, my sister.
But sometimes, I still doubt that love. Sometimes I wonder if my sister ever did love me, or if she just pretended to love me, just to make our parents happy. And when I have those moments of doubt – those moments where I wonder if my sister cares for me or not – I think of that trip to Fenway. I think of how much love went into giving me that gift. If my sister didn’t love me, she wouldn’t have taken me on my dream road trip to Fenway. If she didn’t care about me, she wouldn’t have spent the money to make it happen. If she didn’t enjoy my company, she wouldn’t have taken the time out of her busy college life for a road trip with her geeky kid brother. That gift, that thoughtful, selfless, loving gift, is a manifestation of the love my sister has for me.

God gave us a gift as a manifestation of His love for us. He gave us the gift of his Son, Jesus Christ. And we hear in the Gospels of this Son, Jesus Christ, traveling all around teaching, preaching, and enacting miracles, signs, and wonders. Last week, we heard of Christ’s ministry with the beach crowd, where he fed 5000 people with just a few loaves and a couple fish. This crowd is the same group of people who have tracked him down in this morning’s lesson. They want to know why Jesus’ trip to their area was just a day trip. Why did he leave so quickly, they wonder. He gave us this generous gift of abundant food, and then left! They wanted to see a sign, and they saw it, but now they want more! Now that they’ve tasted the presence of Jesus Christ in their lives, they’re hungering for more! “We want more of the gift!” they shout.

So, as they approach Jesus, they have many questions. “Why’d you leave?” “What must we do to perform the works of God?” “If you’re really God’s son, why did you only give us bread once? After all, Moses gave our ancestors manna in the wilderness each day! And we want you to do the same! We’re starving!”

And Jesus lovingly draws them in, responding to each question in turn. And when they hunger for more bread, he gently teaches them about the true meaning of the manna, and the true meaning of the giving of the loaves. He teaches them that in both cases, the bread came from above – it came from God in heaven. He tells them that these gifts came not because people asked for it, and not because they deserved it, but simply because God loved them. And as they clamor for another few loaves of bread, Jesus kindly but firmly instructs them that He is the bread which they hunger for. Not manna in the wilderness, not loaves on a beach, but the Son of God. “I am the bread of life,” he says. “Whoever comes to me will never be hungry, and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty.”

The crowd received the gift of bread, but they didn’t understand it. They thought their gift, good though it may have been, is already gone. They thought it was a one-time gift of food, and are seeking the same gift once again. But Jesus, revealing himself as the bread of life, shows them that they have already received the gift which they seek. You see, all along they thought the bread was the gift. But the real gift was not the bread. The real gift was the love of God who sent Jesus Christ to teach them, to heal them, to redeem them, and to walk alongside them as they journey through life. The real gift is the everyday presence of God, through Jesus Christ, in their lives. And it is that same everyday presence of God, through Jesus Christ, that is the greatest gift in our lives. The real gift is the love that we see in the death and resurrection, but also the LIFE, of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. In chapter 3, verse 16, John writes, “For God so loved the world…” What? Do you know the rest?

For God so loved the world, that he gave us the bread of life. For God so loved the world, that he gave us a son who “surely” is with us “always, to the very end of the age.” For God so loved the world, that he continues to walk alongside us, teaching us when we do not understand, feeding us when we are hungry, healing us when we are sick, being our rock when we lose our footing, guiding us when we are lost, and being our strength when we are weak. For God so loved the world…

Some of you may know the poem, “Footprints in the Sand” by Mary Stevenson. I’d like to share that poem with you now:




One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand.
Sometimes there were two sets of footprints,
Other times there were one set of footprints.
This bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life,
When I was suffering from anguish, sorrow, or defeat,
I could see only one set of footprints.
So I said to the Lord,
“You promised me, Lord, that if I followed you,
You would walk with me always.
But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life,
There have only been one set of footprints in the sand.
Why, when I needed you most, have you not been there for me?”
The Lord replied,
"The times when you have seen only one set of footprints in the sand,
Is when I carried you.”

You may not always know it or feel it, but God is always with you. Christ is always walking beside you, and when you are weak, he is your strength. That gift has already been given to us. The crowds hungered for more material gifts from Jesus. But in doing so, they missed the point. They thought the bread itself was the gift, but as Christ teaches them, the bread itself is not the gift. No, the true gift is the Christ that carries us along the beach in our times of anguish, sorrow, and defeat. The true gift is the nourishing, strengthening, sustaining presence of Christ in their lives. Any nourishment the crowd receives from a loaf of bread is fleeting, but the strength and nourishment they receive from Christ lasts forever. The best gift of all is the love of God manifested in the life, death, and resurrection of Jesus Christ, that love that keeps us going when life overwhelms us.
My sister gave me the gift of a trip to a historic baseball park. But I know that the baseball pilgrimage itself was not the gift. No, my trip to Fenway was a manifestation of a perfect gift: the gift of a sister’s love for her kid brother. The bread, this bread right here, is a manifestation of the perfect gift: The love of God that finds the lost, redeems the sinners, restores the broken, reconciles the estranged, heals the sick, teaches the confused, protects the abused, strengthens the weak, and feeds us all – from just one loaf.

This IS the body of Christ. It IS the presence of Jesus Christ, right here, right now, at this moment in our lives. It IS the gift of love, given freely and abundantly for each one of us, not because we asked for it or deserve it, but because God loves us. Let’s enjoy this blessed gift together. Amen.

Sunday, August 3, 2008

The Short Sleeved Dress Shirt

I've never been a fan of the short sleeved dress shirt. Without a tie, they look okay, but okay is not the same as good. With a tie, they put the wearer one pocket protector short of being a 1963 NASA employee. Regardless, I've always stayed away from the short sleeved dress shirt, because I just don't think it's ever a good look on anyone. Instead, I wear long sleeved dress shirts and roll up the sleeves if it's summer time and it's hot.

Well, our church is not air conditioned, and the sanctuary is on the second floor. Needless to say, summers are very hot in our sanctuary, and I've been sweating buckets nearly every Sunday so far. Many people have made comments that I need to get myself some short sleeved dress shirts, and I laugh with them and make some joke about them trying to sweat me out of their church, and then ignore their kind (but fashion-impaired) suggestions. Well, last week, one of our older congregants thought she'd be nice and buy me a short sleeved white dress shirt. Rather than exchange it for a shirt that might actually look good (as I wanted to do), I decided to keep it and wear it from time to time. After all, it was a thoughtful gift.

This morning, I bit the bullet and wore it...sort of. I wore it with my suit jacket all morning, then changed into my robe for the service. It definitely kept me a little bit cooler, but I still felt like someone took scissors to an otherwise nice shirt. I'm still not a fan, and I doubt I ever will be, but I guess it does help when I'm wearing my robe for summer communion services. My hope is that someday, no one will wear these atrocities, and Nike will have developed some sort of "cool-flow" dress shirt that wicks away moisture and breathes better than your standard dress shirt. Until then, I'll wear this one -- but only under my robe or under a coat.