Sunday 28 January 2018

What Did Jesus Teach? (Mark 1:21-28)


(Homily for Gayton Road Christian Church's Worship on January 28, 2017, Epiphany IV)



A Memorable Synagogue Gathering in Capernaum

Jesus must have made a real impression on that sabbath day when he visited the synagogue in Capernaum.  The way Mark tells it, that was the day that people began talking about Jesus.  That was the day that “his fame began to spread.”  The most memorable thing about that day, the one detail that Mark repeats in his story, is how Jesus’ teaching impressed his audience.  The way Jesus taught “astounded” and “amazed” them.

If I’m being honest, I’m not sure I can distinctly recall more than a handful of sermons that I’ve heard in my lifetime.  That’s a harrowing observation for a preacher.  So when Mark twice remarks that Jesus’ teaching astonished his audience, that it left a real mark on their memory, naturally I’m interested to learn just what Jesus taught.  What was his message that day in Capernaum?

Mysteriously, Mark doesn’t say a word about what Jesus taught that day.  I can hardly believe it.  For someone who’s gone on and on about how Jesus shocked the synagogue with his teaching, about how it left such an impression on folks, to say nothing at all about what Jesus actually taught seems rather odd.  To me, it feels like a puzzle piece is missing: what did Jesus teach?

A Memorable Church Gathering in England

One of the most memorable church services from my time in England was an evening worship gathering in a small, old-fashioned cathedral.  All stone and stained glass, drafty doorways and dark, dusty corners.  Quiet, except for the reverberating voice of the priest.  The place felt holy to me.  Sacred.

Until about halfway through the sermon, when a man on the aisle several pews ahead became visibly agitated.  As he writhed about in his seat, a couple of crouched parishioners waddled to his side and began a whispered conference.

All the while, the priest preached.  He became noticeably upset himself.  With a look somewhere between annoyance and impatience, he plodded on, occasionally stealing glances at the gathering crowd on the end of the pew.  Their voices were hushed, but nonetheless distracting.  He had to have known that no one was listening any longer to his sermon.  But he continued.  Finally the small crowd near the aisle dispersed, and several helpers escorted the troubled man out of the sanctuary. 

I learned later that the man had a heart condition.  He had been taken to the hospital, where he eventually recovered.

What I remember most about that night is not the disruption of the service.  What I remember most is how the service itself continued as though nothing was the matter.  What I can recall most clearly from that evening is the priest’s face.  It haunts me.  It haunts me because I can’t help wondering if that wouldn’t have been my face too.  It haunts me because I wonder if his face wasn’t, in some way, the face of the church.  In other words, I wonder if the church does not sometimes become so concerned with its own program—its teachings, its plans, its customs—that it ignores the suffering who are in its very midst.  That it becomes annoyed with the suffering for disrupting the program and impatient for them to get in line.

From Disruption to the Only Care in the Room

I don’t know exactly what a synagogue gathering would have looked like in first century Palestine.  But I do know that the Pharisees and the scribes valued law and order, and that they did their utmost to honor a number of rules and traditions.  So I imagine that a synagogue gathering would actually have looked rather similar to a church worship service today.  There would have been assigned roles and prescribed rituals and a general aura of sanctity.  There would have been a program.

And so I can’t help but wonder if disruptions back then would not have been addressed with a similar measure of annoyance and impatience.

All of which leads me to ponder the disruption that Jesus encounters in the synagogue in Capernaum, where a man with an “unclean spirit” interrupts the program with loud cries. The synagogue leaders would probably have considered this troubled man to be an unwelcome disruption.  But for Jesus, it is the opposite.  This troubled man becomes the only person in the room whom he cares about.  Rather than ignoring the man and waiting for him to be escorted out, rather than plowing on imperiously with his teaching, Jesus responds to the man.  “Be silent,” he says to the unclean spirit that torments the man, “And come out of him.” 

Have you ever had someone speak so directly and caringly to your pain and your trouble that it felt like their words were actually touching your skin and healing you as perhaps a doctor’s sure and steady hand would?  Have you ever had that feeling of catharsis?  Because that’s essentially what happens in today’s scripture.  The word for “unclean” in the Greek is akarthatos.  To be “unclean” is to be akarthatos, to be in need of catharsis, cleansing, release.  When Jesus stopped and spoke to the troubled man, it was a moment of holy catharsis: his heartfelt attention and words touched the man, cleansed him, released him.

The Different Authority of Jesus: Love

Mark says that Jesus taught in a manner that was different from the other teachers—that he taught with authority.  At first, I wondered if this meant that he simply taught with a greater knowledge of the scriptures or with a bolder tone of voice.  But that, of course, is what authority means to us humans: power and knowledge.  And Mark says that Jesus’ authority is different.

How, then?  How is his authority different from the priest in England who plowed on preaching amid the disruption?  How is it different from the scribes and Pharisees who had great knowledge to expound and boldly?  What exactly is Jesus’ authority that astounded and amazed?

In one of our other lectionary scriptures for the day, Paul exclaims, “Knowledge puffs up, but love builds up” (1 Cor 8:1).  Is there any better description of the difference between the authority of our world and the authority of God?  Just like the synagogues of old, the church boasts great knowledge.  Pharisees and priests alike preach with bold voices.  Their authority is knowledge and power.  How strange indeed, then, is an authority that would actually stop its own preaching and care for the very thing that disrupts it.  How otherworldly.  How divine. 

Consider what the gospel of Mark remembers from that day in Capernaum.  What is so great about Jesus’ teaching is not his teaching itself—Mark doesn’t say a word about that.  What is so astonishing and so memorable is the way that he loves.  The way that he stops and sees to the man who is troubled.  The way he stops to speak solely to him who needs speaking to.

What is it that liberates that troubled man in Capernaum?  Is it great knowledge?  Is it a voice that overpowers?  Or is it a love that stops and looks him square in the face, that cares for him and will not rest until he does?  What our world needs is an authority entirely different from its own.  Not an authority that puffs itself up, but that builds up others.  An authority that cares for people over principles and programs.  What our world needs, is exactly what Jesus shows us: love.

Follow the Leader

I still wish I knew just what Jesus taught that day in Capernaum.  But maybe that’s beside the point.  Maybe there’s a reason Mark is silent about that.  Maybe what Jesus really taught had less to do with the scripture he read and the words that he preached, and more to do with the astounding authority by which he stopped the gathering in its tracks in order to see and speak to the suffering man.  To love him and build him up.

Last week, when Jesus called his disciples, he said, “Follow me.”  Let us follow our leader, then, as strange as his authority may be.  Let us relinquish our claims to knowledge and power, so that we might stop and see to the holy disruptions in our midst.  Let us renounce our quest to be right and to prevail, so that we might love the suffering and build them up.

Prayer

Christ,
Whose lesson is not a discourse
But a life to be lived:
Love incarnate—
Disarm us
Of the need
To be right and to be strong;
Disrupt us
With your cry
For love;
And move us to see to
The suffering among us.  Amen.

Sunday 21 January 2018

The Good News Is Not Jesus (Mark 1:14-20)


(Homily for Gayton Road Christian Church's Worship on January 21, 2017, Epiphany III)



Scandalous Church Signs

You know how some churches have fancy signboards out front, updated weekly with alluring sermon titles and pithy proverbs?  A number of these have made internet fame.  You’re probably familiar with some of their messages: “Don’t let worries kill you.  Let the church help.”  Or, “The sermon topic will be, ‘What Is Hell?’  Come early and hear the choir sing.”  Or this one, whose sentiment some of you might share: “Whoever’s praying for snow, please stop.”

I’m grateful right now that we don’t have such a signboard outside.  With a sermon title like today’s, I would worry for my future as a minister.  If word got round to the seminary, they might worry about just how I passed through their doors.

But we don’t have such a signboard outside, thankfully, so all that’s left is for you to worry about the state of my soul—and perhaps for the pastoral search committee to worry about how my heretical faith went undetected.

Good News

Good news is what the gospel of Mark is all about.  For one thing, it’s practically the first word of the book.  “The beginning of the good news of Jesus Christ,”[1] Mark says, as he launches into his story (1:1).  But it’s not just one of Mark’s first words.  It’s also the subject of Jesus’ inaugural address.  Mark says that when Jesus began his ministry, he went about “proclaiming the good news of God” (1:14).  “The time is fulfilled,” Jesus says, “and the kingdom of God has come near; repent, and believe in the good news” (1:15).

What is the good news?  If you had asked me twenty years ago in Sunday School, I probably would have said “Jesus.”  And not just because “Jesus” was nearly always the correct answer in Sunday School.  Maybe I would have quoted John 3:16: “For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son, that whosoever believeth in him shall not perish but have everlasting life.”  In other words, Jesus was the good news because Jesus was my ticket into eternal life. 

But that good news was only half of the story that I learned.  The other half of the story was not very good.  Some might even call it bad news.  The other half of the story was that I was born dirty—or sinful—and God would not have me unless I were cleaned up—or forgiven.  If I remained sinful, then God would have no choice but to condemn me to hell for eternity.  So Jesus was good news, but only because God was bad news.  If it weren’t for Jesus, then God would have no choice but to throw me into the flames forever.

The Self-Silence of Jesus

In today’s scripture, Jesus proclaims the good news.  Interestingly, he doesn’t say a word about himself.  If he were the good news as I had been led to believe years ago, I’d expect him to say so.  I’d expect him to announce himself as the superhero messiah, to give everybody fair warning that he was their ticket into heaven.

But he doesn’t do that.  When Jesus proclaims the good news at the beginning of Mark, he doesn’t say a word about himself.  In fact, throughout Mark he is markedly silent about himself.  This strange silence has perplexed readers long enough that it has been given a name.  Scholars call it “the messianic secret.”  Several times throughout the story, when Jesus heals someone or when his own disciples talk about him being the messiah, Jesus shushes them and urges them to tell no one.[2]  Jesus, it would appear, does not want this story to be about him.

Pointing

Have you ever tried to point a cat or a dog to a distant object?  Instead of looking at the object, they look at your finger.  You may be pointing to something infinitely more exciting than a finger, a toy, perhaps, or a treat.  But your pet misses out on the promise, because all they look at is your finger. 

When Jesus came “proclaiming the good news of God,” he was pointing.  Not at himself.  Listen again to the good news he proclaims: “The kingdom of God has come near” (1:15).

What is the kingdom?  How is this good news?  The way that Jesus will describe it, the kingdom of God is where the poor are blessed, the hungry are filled, the lowly are lifted up, the grieving are comforted, the stranger is welcomed, the enemy is loved, offenders are forgiven, peace is made, children are cherished, the sick are cared for, the nobodies and nothings are given pride of place at the table.  That is good news if I’ve ever heard it. And it is has arrived, Jesus says! 

Stop looking at my finger.  Look at where with all my words and all my deeds I’m pointing.

Putting the Emphasis on the Wrong Syllable

My grandfather was fond of saying, “We put the emphasis on the wrong syllable.”  When we turn Jesus into the good news and don’t look beyond him to the good news that he’s actually proclaiming and living, that’s what we’re doing.  We’re putting the emphasis on the wrong syllable.

The good news is not Jesus alone, as though simply saying “Lord, Lord,” would secure our salvation,[3] or as though faith is about having the right membership and being on the winning side. 

When we proclaim Jesus as the good news, as the password for eternal life, as the membership club of the winning team, we make the good news infinitely smaller than it is.  We make it about “me” rather than “us,” about personal security and satisfaction instead of familial and national and cosmic salvation.  We make it about being right instead of about being reconciled and restored.  We make it about joining the in-crowd rather than living with the down-and-out.  We turn the good news from a bountiful feast beyond our wildest imagination into a measly, greasy, mass-marketed happy meal.  The question is not, “Are you saved?” “Have you prayed the right prayer?” “Are you on the winning side when eternity arrives?”  The question is, “Have you heard about the kingdom of God?  Where forgiveness triumphs over retaliation, where the least and the last are the leaders, where everyone is welcome at the table, where death is the not final word but in fact the seed of new life?  Have you heard about it?  It’s arrived, if you could believe it!  It’s here, now!  Let’s live together in it.”

Jesus’ Invitation

That’s essentially what Jesus says when he proclaims the good news.  “Repent, and believe in the good news,” could be translated more literally, “Change your mind, and trust in the good news.”  In other words, change your mind from the ways of this world, where you seek control and security and your own interests, to the radically different way of the kingdom.  Trust in the kingdom, in the way of self-giving love and mercy and servanthood and hospitality.

Jesus calls to us today in the same way that he called out to the fishermen in the second half of today’s scripture: “Follow me,” he says.  He’s not calling for fanboys or groupies.  He’s not calling attention to himself, proclaiming himself to be a hero who will independently solve our problems.  Rather he’s inviting us on a journey and pointing us to something.  He’s inviting us to leave behind our old ways and to follow him into the kingdom, into a new way of living, where the poor really are blessed, the sick are cared for, the grieving are comforted, the stranger is welcomed, the enemy is loved, children are cherished, the nobodies and nothings are given the best seats at the table.

If You Would Believe It…

I hope by now I’ve dispelled any concerns for the state of my soul or for the search committee’s competence.  I believe that Jesus is the way and the truth and the life.  And for precisely that reason, I believe that the good news is not Jesus.  That’s putting the emphasis on the wrong syllable.  The good news is the way that he walked, the truth that he embodied, the life that he lived.  It’s what Jesus was pointing to. 

The good news is the kingdom of God.  And if you would believe it, it’s here today.

Prayer

Jesus Christ,
Our way and truth and life—
Grant us the courage
To do more than proclaim your good name;
May we leave behind
Our old ways,
Follow you,
And trust in the good news of the kingdom of God—
Which is here and now,
If we would believe it.  Amen.



[1] The syntactical ambiguity of the phrase to\ eujagge÷lion touv qeouv, “the good news of Jesus Christ,” raises the question of what the good news is.  “Of Jesus Christ” may be read as a subjective genitive or objective genitive, which is to say: it may be read as “the good news from Jesus Christ” or as “the good news about Jesus Christ.”  Several modern translations indicate a preference for the latter, but this homily will explore Mark 1:14-20 as hinting toward the former.
[2] Cf. Mark 1:40-45; 3:7-12; 8:27-30.
[3] Cf. Matthew 7:21; Luke 6:46.

Sunday 14 January 2018

Who's Finding Whom? (John 1:43-51)


(Homily for Gayton Road Christian Church's Worship on January 14, 2017, Epiphany II)



Finding Yourself

“Finding yourself” is a cultural trend in our world.  At a crossroads in your career?  Take some time off to find yourself.  Exhausted from years of school?  Why not get away from it all for a little bit, so you can find yourself?  In a rut in your relationships?  Allow yourself some space to find yourself.

What does it mean to find yourself?  The phrase implies that you are not completely yourself, that there’s at least a piece of you missing.  You have to find it.  For many people, then, finding yourself means traveling to new places, trying out new activities, making new friends.  The bestselling book Eat, Pray, Love has become an excellent cultural symbol for what it means to find yourself.  Dissatisfied with her life, the author embarks on a global quest; she indulges herself in different activities, eating in Italy and praying in India; and she makes new friends, ultimately meeting her new partner in Indonesia.

As a cultural trend, finding yourself reflects the values of our hyper-individualized, consumerized society.  It’s all about you.  Have it your way.  If it makes you happy.  Finding yourself is like a trip to the store, except on a global and existential scale.  You try things out.  You decide what you like and what you will discard.  The customer, of course, is always right.[1] 

Finding God

Two thousand years ago, the world was a little bit different.  Life was not the story of a privileged individual, a consumer ever on the quest for a more satisfying product.  Life was the story of all the world, and the world was full of mystery.  Dissatisfied people did not embark on global journeys to find themselves.  That would seem rather short-sighted.  Rather they hoped to find God. They hoped to unlock the secrets and resolve the problems of the world.

That’s where our story today begins.  When Philip excitedly exclaims to his friend Nathanael, “We have found the one Moses and the prophets wrote about!” (cf. 1:45), what he’s really saying is something like: we’ve found God!  We’ve found where God is moving, what God is doing! Jewish folks like Philip and Nathanael believed in an ancient promise that God would one day anoint a king to restore the kingdom of Israel and usher in a new age of peace and well-being.

But Nathanael is a no-nonsense kind of guy.  News like this is almost too good to be true.  He responds to Philip with a question not unlike the one we heard this week about Haiti and El Salvador.  “Can anything good come from that outhouse of a town, Nazareth?”[2]  Of course, we all know the answer to that question.  Our salvation comes from that outhouse.  Which raises the question for me: Could it be that today our salvation comes from places like Haiti and El Salvador?

In any case, they go and meet Jesus.  Before Nathanael can say anything, Jesus empathizes with Nathanael’s honest approach to life.  Nathanael cannot believe it.  Jesus seems to know him already.  Philip, it appears, was right.

Being Found

On the surface, then, this is a tale of two men finding God—an ancient precursor to Eat, Pray, Love, if you will.  But the gospel of John is rarely as simple as its surface.  It delights in symbols and hidden meanings, in showing us that there is always more than meets the eye.

In this case, we have Philip who first proclaims to have “found” the messiah and then suggests that he and Nathanael go “see” the messiah.  These two words—“find” and “see”—are crucial.  Because when we read the text more closely, we discover that Philip’s story is backwards.  Philip says, “We have found him!” but just before that, the storyteller reports that Jesus “found” Philip.  Philip invites Nathanael, “Come and see,” but when Nathanael and Jesus meet, the storyteller reports not that Nathanael saw Jesus but that Jesus “saw” Nathanael.[3] 

All of which is to say—before we see Jesus, he sees us.  Before we find him, he finds us.  Faith means being found. 

The problem with the modern quest to find oneself, or even the ancient quest to find God, is that we’re the ones doing the finding.  We’re the ones doing the seeing.  And we’re naturally self-absorbed creatures.  We will see what we want to see.  We will find whatever pleases us. 

What we will not find, however, is something greater than ourselves, something outside us that redefines us.  What we will not find is the love that comes from being found.

Seeing Ourselves as God Sees Us

There once was a notorious woman.  Whether her reputation was justified, I cannot say.  But the facts are this: she had married five different times.  And in the end, she lived with a man to whom she had not committed herself.  Why so many husbands?  One can only speculate.  Perhaps she was looking for herself and caught satisfying glimpses of herself in each one. 

What we do know for certain is that one day, her life was transformed.  She went to draw water from the well in the heat of the day, which was usually the most convenient time to draw water, because no one else would be there.  But this time there was someone there.  A man.  And rather than keeping quiet or averting his eyes or simply leaving, as most men would have done, this man asked her for a drink.  They got to talking, and soon enough this man, a complete stranger, had told her her life story.  You may think that was a miracle.  But the real miracle was that he said it without a hint of disdain or judgment in his voice.  They started to talk of spiritual things, and the woman speculated about the savior, the messiah, who would one day come and make everything right.  And the man said, “I am he.” 

That was crazy!  But what was even crazier, was that the woman believed him.  Because already she was beginning to feel different about herself, like he had made something right within her.  To begin with, he had talked to her when no one else would.  But besides that, he knew everything about her, every unsavory detail.  Most of the time when someone else knew about her life, and especially when they started to talk about it, she felt a deep shame.  But with this man it was different.  He welcomed her as she was.  He loved her, as no man had.

This story from the gospel of John—the story of Jesus and the woman at the well—is also our story.  It is the story of being found.  When Jesus finds us and sees us, we begin to see ourselves differently.  We see ourselves honestly—all the unsavory and painful details, yes—but we also see something deeper than that.  When we are found by God, we see that at the unchangeable core of our being, we are loved.  And that love calls forth parts of ourselves that we did not know existed.  The woman at the well did not leave Jesus ashamed of her past and still trapped within it.  She left excited about whom she and all the world were becoming.  

The God Who Finds Us and in Whom We Find Ourselves

Right now in the church it is the season of Epiphany, when we celebrate God’s appearing in our world.  When God appears, there is often a “aha!” moment or light-bulb realization—which is to say, we have an “epiphany.”  Part of that epiphany has to do with God.  We see God in a new way.  But part of that epiphany also has to do with ourselves.  Because whenever we see God or find God, God has first seen and found us.  And being found changes the way we see ourselves.  We “find ourselves” in a way we never could have on our own.  We see what God sees. We see the bad parts, yes, and we see parts of ourselves that are false, but we also see a person who is loved completely by God and called beyond themselves to a life of goodness and beauty in the world.  It is no coincidence that so many of the characters in the gospels leave Jesus’ company rejoicing and with renewed purpose.

I don’t think Eat, Pray, Love got it wrong.  I don’t think our modern world has it completely wrong.  “Finding yourself” is not a bad quest to go on.  Nor is finding God.  But these quests are misguided, or incomplete, if we do not relinquish ourselves to the possibility that we cannot see everything on our own.  If we are the masters of the quest, then we will only ever find what we want to find, a self defined by our fantasies and fears, or a God who looks like us.  What we need—and what this world needs—is something much greater and other than that.  And that’s precisely the truth that the gospels proclaim: In the end, what will save us is not what we find. What will save us is the God who finds us, whose love draws us and all the world out into who we really are.

Prayer

God who finds us
Right where we are:
Disarm us of our false selves—
Our small selves—
So that we may be found
In the greatness and otherness
Of your love.
In the name of our “aha!” moment, Jesus Christ.  Amen.



[1] As a further sign of its conformity to our market-based world, finding yourself appears to be largely a privilege of the rich, a commodity that only the well-off can afford.  To find yourself takes time and money.
[2] My paraphrase.
[3] Jesus himself insists that he “saw” Nathanael before Nathanael had even heard the news about Jesus.

Sunday 7 January 2018

The Mystery of Christ (Ephesians 3:1-12)


(Homily for Gayton Road Christian Church's Worship on January 7, 2017, Epiphany Sunday)



Hidden Figures

Just a little over a year ago, on Christmas Day, the movie Hidden Figures hit theaters and revealed for many of us a neglected piece of history.

Hidden Figures tells the story of America’s first orbital spaceflight, when astronaut John Glenn piloted the Mercury-Atlas 6 around the earth three times.  But Hidden Figures isn’t about John Glenn.  It’s about three black women who were “human computers” for NASA: they were mathematical experts who crunched the numbers necessary for space travel.  And they are “hidden” in more ways than one.  Perhaps most obviously, they are hidden from history.  We all know who John Glenn was, but we know nothing about Katherine Johnson and her friends, whose work made his achievements possible.  But these three women are also hidden away from most of their own colleagues, as NASA followed the order of the day and enforced a policy of segregation.  Part of the movie’s drama, of course, is that Katherine Johnson makes herself such an indispensable part of the project that NASA must break its own policy and invite her to work in the main—which is to say, white—workroom. 

But even here, Katherine remains hidden.  In one of the most moving scenes of the film, her supervisor Al Harrison complains that she daily disappears from the workroom for a considerable amount of time.  Standing before him in clothes soaked by the rain, she explains that she’s been at the bathroom. 

“At the bathroom?” he asks.  “For forty minutes?” 

“There’s no bathroom for me here,” she responds.  “There are no colored bathrooms in this building or any building outside the West Campus, which is half a mile away. Did you know that? …  And I can’t use one of the handy bikes [because of m]y uniform, [which is required to be a] skirt below the knees and…heels.”

For Al Harrison, this conversation is a light-bulb moment.  He and Katherine worked in the same place, but he didn’t know the first thing about her troubles as a black woman in a white man’s world.  Her plight had been hidden from him by his own lack of attention and care.

As much of a revelation as this moment is—as sorry as Al feels for Katherine and as repentant as he is for what she’s gone through—his world has not turned upside down yet.  That happens later when the team is preparing for the launch of the Mercury-Atlas 6.  The state-of-the-art IBM has printed out the landing coordinates for the mission, but John Glenn doesn’t trust them.  He suggests to Al Harrison, “Let’s get the girl to check the numbers.”  When Al raises his eyebrows and asks if he means Katherine, he says, “Yes, sir, the smart one.  And if she says they’re good, I’m ready to go.”

What a mystery for Al Harrison!  The mystery had been there all along, of course, but he had avoided it, not paid attention to it, not stopped to wonder at it or be changed by it.  But with these words from John Glenn, the world of Al Harrison is finally overturned.  No longer can he escape the mystery that has been living in front of him: a black woman truly is his equal, his colleague.

Epiphany: The Mystery of Christ

Today is Epiphany Sunday.  In everyday language, an epiphany is an “aha!” moment.  It’s when the light-bulb turns on.

This common meaning of epiphany draws from a more ancient, sacred truth.  In the Greek, epiphany means “appearance.”  So in the church, Epiphany refers to the moment when God appears.  Every year after Christmas the church celebrates Epiphany.  The message is simple.  In the birth of Christ on Christmas, God appears to us in the flesh. 

But the truth is, Epiphany for us looks a lot different than that first Epiphany when God appeared in a little baby.  In fact, Epiphany looked a lot different even for Paul, who lived a generation or so after Jesus.  Do you remember the story of Paul?  At first he persecuted the followers of Christ.  But then one day he had a blinding vision of Jesus.  Three days later, scales fell from his eyes (Acts 9:18) and he saw a whole new world.  He had what our world might call a light-bulb moment, an “aha!” realization.

In today’s scripture, he describes his epiphany—his “aha!” moment—in a bit more detail.  He says that when the light-bulb turned on and he saw Christ, he saw a mystery.  In Christ was a “mystery” that the whole world had missed, a mystery that had lain “hidden for ages” (Eph 3:3-5, 9).  The mystery contained in Christ was that Gentiles—the Greeks and other foreigners, anyone who was not Jewish—had been welcomed into the family of God (cf. Eph 3:6).

The God of What We Didn’t Know

The story of Paul unsettles my faith.  Typically I think about God in terms of what I know.  But the story of Paul suggests that God appears not in what I know but in what I didn’t know: in puzzles and perplexity, in mysteries that have lain “hidden for ages.”  The story of Paul suggests that God appears in “aha!” moments when everything changes, when the scales fall from our eyes and we see a whole new world.

I think the character of Al Harrison had an epiphany.  And by that I don’t just mean a casual realization.  I mean a living and breathing encounter with Christ.  Christ, by the way, means much more than simply the thirty-something years that Jesus lived on earth.  According to biblical writers like John and Paul, Christ is cosmic: Christ is with God at the very beginning (John 1:1), and Christ spans all of the universe, and Christ will eventually reconcile all things to God (Col 1:15-20). So Christ could appear in the person of Katherine Johnson just as he lived and breathed in the person of Jesus.  Which is why I think that Al Harrison’s epiphany was indeed an encounter with Christ.  Like Paul, he stood face-to-face with a mystery.  For Paul, the mystery was that Gentiles were brothers and sisters in the family of God.  For Al Harrison, the mystery was that Katherine Johnson was indeed his colleague.  The black women whose numbers had been putting his machines in space were more than human computers.  They were his equals in the NASA family—his sisters, so to speak.

The Mystery of Christ in Carl

The suspicion of this special Sunday of Epiphany is that God is appearing our world—not necessarily in what we know, but rather in what confounds us: in secrets and mysteries that have lain hidden for ages.  Perhaps we have not thought of God like this.  But what if we did?  Can you look back upon your life and remember a time when you encountered a mystery that changed you, an “aha!” moment that opened your eyes to a whole new world?

I remember Carl from college.  Carl and I both attended the Baptist Student Union, and it was there that we became friends.  Carl was gay.  I had grown up in a church culture that was publically ambivalent toward and privately critical of homosexuality.  Carl confused me.  I remember how one time when I was consumed with bitterness, Carl counseled me toward forgiveness and love.  I remember on many other occasions how Carl exhibited the spirit of Christ and the cross in his selfless hospitality and generosity.  His dorm room was always open, and he was always sacrificing his own time for the sake of others.

As I read Paul today, I realize that in Carl I encountered the mystery of Christ.  In Carl, my eyes were opened to a mystery that for many has lain hidden for ages: namely, that persons of the LGBTQ community are “fellow heirs, members of the same body, and sharers in the promise in Christ Jesus through the gospel” (Eph 3:6).

Becoming the Mystery

When Paul encountered the mystery of Christ, he responded in a bold way.  He proclaimed what he saw.  He shared the news of his light-bulb moment with all the world.[1]  He shared his story because he thought that the church must not only see the mystery, but that it must also become the mystery.  He thought that the church must become the mysterious body of Christ, composed of Jews and Greeks, so that it would reflect what he calls “the rich variety” of God’s wisdom, and even the highest rulers and authorities would see and know (Eph 3:8-10).

In the story of Hidden Figures and in my own story, I have shared just a fraction of where our world has been encountering the mystery of Christ.  I suspect the mystery is much greater than anything I have touched today.  I suspect that you have stumbled upon the mystery of Christ in your own lives and in ways different from anything I have said.  I wonder if you’d be willing to share your story sometime.  Perhaps in a small group, like choir or Sunday School.  Perhaps in a short account, written for our “From Where I Sit” feature, which is shared by email.  Or perhaps you’ll simply share your experience with a friend over a cup of coffee, so that the two of you wonder about the mystery that is saving our souls. 

However we share the mystery, may our lives and our church also become the mystery, so that all the world would know the “rich variety” of God’s family and God’s saving love.

Prayer

God of what we do not know,
Christ who is a mystery—
Open our eyes
To where we have missed you,
To the hidden figures in our lives;
Grant us the grace
Of holy “aha!” moments;
So that we might see, celebrate, and share
With all the world
The rich variety
Of the family of God.  Amen.




[1] In fact, that is part of the reason why he found himself in prison (Eph 3:1; cf. Acts 21:28).