Sunday 20 February 2022

The Bigger Picture (Gen 45:3-11, 15)

 

The Pits

Today’s scripture tells the most celebrated moment in the Joseph story.  Twenty-two years after Joseph’s brothers had sold him into slavery hundreds of miles away, they reconcile.  The sheer time and distance of their separation makes the moment remarkable.  But the backstory makes it miraculous.

Let’s rewind twenty-two years.  We find ourselves with a teenage Joseph, who is his father’s favorite, and also a bit of a brat.  He tattles on his brothers (37:2).  He repeatedly dreams that in the future they will bow down to him (37:5-11).  One day, his brothers cannot take it any longer.  They throw him into a pit in the wilderness.  For the next thirteen years, Joseph’s life is the pits.  Literally!  After his brothers throw him into a pit, they sell him into slavery, where the wife of his new master falsely accuses him of making an advance on her, with the result that he is thrown into prison—or in the Hebrew, another “pit.”  When Joseph helps a fellow prisoner who happens to be Pharaoh’s chief cupbearer, he asks to be remembered.  But the cupbearer does not remember Joseph when he gets out of prison.  So, there Joseph is.  Forgotten.  In a foreign land.  In another pit.  Thirteen years after his brothers waylaid him in the wilderness, not much has changed.

But suddenly things do change, and rather significantly.  Through a surprising twist of events, Joseph becomes the Pharaoh’s right-hand man.  He is given command over all the kingdom.  Having foreseen a great famine, he gathers and stores up the extra crop from the harvest.  When the famine finally hits, he is prepared.  Everyone comes to Egypt seeking help.  Including his brothers.

Same Old Story

The stage is set for a miraculous reunion.  But at first there’s no miracle.  Instead, it’s just the same old story that has afflicted our world for centuries.  It’s the story of settling scores, getting even, an eye for an eye.  Joseph’s first impulse is not to embrace his brothers and let bygones be bygones.  His first impulse is to give them a taste of what he has suffered the last twenty-two years.  He speaks spitefully to them as they once had to him (37:4; 42:7).  He imprisons them for a few days (and one of them for longer), just as he had been imprisoned for years (39:20; 42:14-17).  He plants riches on them and accuses them of stealing, just as he had been falsely accused by Potiphar’s wife (39:16-18; 44:1-5).  

What Joseph does to his brothers is nothing new.  It’s a story we know all too well from our own lives.  It’s a story that plays out every day, whether we’re nursing a grudge against a friend, trying to teach a coworker a lesson, or leaving the dishes in the sink because someone else has left the clothes in the laundry basket.  It’s the story of our world, a story as old as Cain and Abel, or Jacob and Esau, stories in which one brother felt he did not get his due and made up for the lack in his life with an attempt on his brother’s.  It’s a story of opposition and competition and rivalry, a story of payback and evening the score. 

Unsatisfied

But a funny thing happens when Joseph gets his payback.  At the very time that his debt is satisfied, he himself is left profoundly unsatisfied.  Moments before today’s scripture, Joseph listens as his brother Judah breaks down in front of him (Gen 44:18-34).  He hears about his father’s suffering and his brothers’ suffering.  And suddenly he breaks down too.  Scripture says that he “could no longer control himself,” that he sent everyone else away and then “wept so loudly” that everyone could hear him anyway (Gen 45:1-2). 

There is a rich tradition in the history of our faith that identifies tears with divine encounter.  When we cry, our eyes are opened to the reality that neither we nor the world around us are as we thought.  We see clearly our helplessness and our need for God and for each other.  When Joseph weeps, he suddenly sees clearly what he really desires.  He thought he desired revenge, but really he desires relationship.  He realizes that his family’s suffering is in fact his own suffering, that the more he hurts them, the more he hurts himself.  

The Real Miracle

Joseph’s breakdown is how God breaks in to the story.  In the clarity of his tears, Joseph sees the bigger picture.  He sees the eleven men in front of him not as bullies but as his brothers.  He sees not only his own wounds but theirs too.  And so he is moved to declare that the sins of the past are nothing in comparison to the opportunity of the present.  Twice he acknowledges, “You sold me,” but three times he insists, “But God sent me” (Gen 45:4-5, 7-8).  You sold me, but God sent me.  That is a big picture.  I’ll admit it, that is a much bigger picture than I usually see.  Usually, I get as far as an accusation, “You did such-and-such…” and then stop.  I don’t see what God sees.  I don’t see the possibilities for redemption.

For many readers, the paradoxical claim—“You sold me, but God sent me”—evokes the image of a divine puppeteer hidden behind the clouds, imperceptibly directing the drama toward survival.  Everything that has happened—the father’s lopsided love, Joseph’s self-important dreams, the brothers’ hate, and Joseph’s rags-to-riches glory in Egypt—all of this has been invisibly choreographed by a divine director.  God orchestrated Joseph’s roller-coaster journey so that he would end up as governor of Egypt, where he could then provide food for his famine-stricken family.  That, according to many readers, is the miracle in Joseph’s story.

But I’m suspicious of interpretations that absolve the characters of any responsibility.  If Joseph had not broken down and opened himself up to God, if he had instead contented himself with getting even and not forgiven his brothers, then God could have pulled every string possible and we would still be left with the same old story of an eye for an eye.  Imagine for a moment that Joseph didn’t make himself known, but instead simply sent his brothers on their way after putting them through the wringer.  They would have returned home to a father still grieving the mysterious loss of his son.  They would have returned home conflicted with themselves, restless with the guilt of their past.  And Joseph would have remained in Egypt, confused and unsatisfied.  It would have been an unremarkable story.  It would have said nothing new, at least not to me.  I know all about having the last word only to feel the victory hollow, or shutting someone out only to feel disconnected, or putting someone in their place only to feel small and petty myself.  I know all about getting even and feeling unsatisfied. 

For me, the real miracle is when Joseph breaks down and lets God break in.  The real miracle is not fate, but a forgiveness that alters fate.  The bigger picture that Joseph sees is not a God who masterminds everyone and everything, like a programmer coldly typing code into a computer.  The bigger picture that Joseph sees is a love that can break any heart and change any story, even the age-old story of getting even.

Prayer

Merciful God,
Who sees redemption everywhere,
Help us out of the pit
Of the same old story.
Help us to be aware of the moments
Where we seek to get even or make our point.

Open our eyes to see the bigger picture,
To know the hollowness of control
And the fullness of relationship,
That we might break down
And your love might break in.
Through Christ: Amen.

Sunday 6 February 2022

The Shock of God (Isaiah 6:1-8; Luke 5:1-11)

The Comfort of the Familiar

I don’t know about you, but I like the comfort of familiar rituals.  I like knowing that every day will begin with a freshly ground dark-roast coffee and a warm bowl of oatmeal garnished with fresh fruit.  I like knowing that every evening will end with getting under the flannel sheets and opening a book.  I like knowing that every Friday I will go to the park with my nephews. 

I don’t know about you, but for me church can be a comforting ritual too.  There I am greeted by familiar faces and casual conversation about shared interests.  I find my favorite seat and get comfortable in it the way I might burrow into the couch before my favorite TV show.  There’s quiet, calming music in the background.  Perhaps it is meant to invite me into an empty space where I might encounter something or someone other than myself—but usually I listen to it more like I listen to lounge music in a hotel lobby, as a pleasant backdrop to my own thoughts.  As the chatter dies away and I focus my attention on the front, as though it were a stage and I were its audience, there is before me the most comforting element of the whole ritual.  The idea of God.  The idea that I am not alone, that the creator of the universe is sympathetic to me, to my struggles and to my desires.  Oh, it is a comforting idea indeed.  I wouldn’t admit it to anybody, but truth is, this imagined God looks quite a bit like me.  Votes like me, thinks like me, condemns the same people that I do.

In short, this church experience is a comfort because it conforms to me and my interests.  There are no surprises, and I am always reassured.

A Shock to the Self

Isaiah, however, had a very different experience of worship.  In today’s first scripture, he imagines himself in the temple—and it is anything but comfortable.  I imagine Isaiah was like you and me, someone who went to worship regularly, prayed regularly, tried to do the right thing in life.  I imagine he had his own idea of God that regularly brought him comfort.  But in this vision of the temple, God shatters through all the familiarity.  God shatters through his very idea of God.  At the end, he does not cheerfully remark, “What a lovely service,” before wandering off to a full meal and an afternoon nap.  Quite the opposite: “Woe is me!  I am lost, for…my eyes have seen the King, the Lord of hosts” (Isa 6:5).  Peter says almost the same thing by the sea of Galilee, when his net suddenly becomes full of fish, and he suddenly realizes that he is standing in the presence of God.  “Go away from me, Lord, for I am a sinful man!” (Luke 5:8).

Isaiah and Peter both exclaim their brokenness.  “Woe is me!  I am lost,” says one; “I am a sinful man,” says the other.  It is as though when they see God, who is love unfailing, they also see themselves in a mirror for who they really are.  They see the feebleness and fragility of their lives, their failures in the way of love.  They feel it viscerally in their body, this distance between themselves and God.

It’s a feeling that we’ve all had before.  God is not a privileged experience.  Some of us have encountered God looking into a child’s eyes and feeling the infinite, unbearable weight of responsibility and the certainty of our failure.  Some of us have encountered God waking up in a sweat in the middle of the night, suddenly aware that our days are numbered and we will not live forever and we’ve already wasted so much time.  Some of us have encountered God in the haunting suspicion that we have not been true to ourselves, that in the pursuit of some goal we have lost ourselves and begun living a lie.  Some of us have encountered God at rock bottom, when our eyes are opened to the reality that we cannot manage our own lives.  However we have encountered God—that infinite distance between unfailing love and our mortal and misguided expressions of it—the experience is the same as Isaiah and Peter’s.  We see clearly and suddenly that we are not, nor is the world, as we thought.

Avoiding God Until We Can’t Help but Cry

The only difference between Isaiah and Peter and us is that, oftentimes, we do not recognize God in these uncomfortable moments.  At least, I do not.  I usually run away from these moments.  I try to find ways to cover them up.  I think most of us do.  We have phones in our hands to fill up every empty moment and to keep us from ever having to feel deeply or think about what really matters.  We live for cheap thrills that keep us distracted, like the weekend or the next television series or the newest household comfort or convenience.  Even church can become an escape from God.  Methodist theologian Will Willimon quips, “No wonder we tiptoe around this Presence, turn our churches into carpeted bedrooms, fearful that we might awaken this One.  Note how we often chatter, nervously, before the music begins, the way people chatter when they’re scared of what might come next.  We transform our worship into the backslapping conviviality of a Kiwanis Club meeting; everybody smiling, reassuring one another that this is only church, only Sunday, only God, nothing over which to be alarmed.”[1]

Yet try as we may to avoid God, God breaks through.  Maybe not at church.  Instead, it is usually in our weakest moments when we cannot help but cry.  There is, in fact, a rich tradition in the history of our faith that identifies divine encounter with the experience of tears.[2]  When we weep, our eyes are opened to the uncomfortable truth of our mortality and our mistakes, our weakness and our need for help.  Tears clear our vision.  We see the reality of who we are.  With Isaiah and Peter, we finally cry out the truth we have been trying to avoid, “Woe is me!  I am lost….”  “I am a sinful person.”

An Even Greater Shock

But this painful truth of our stumbling, sinful selves that we spend so much of our lives avoiding, is not the whole truth.  These tears that we desperately try to suppress are not the end of the story.  They may be a necessary beginning, but they are not the fullness or finale of our faith. 

If at first God is a shock to Isaiah and Peter, to their self-centered, shortsighted way of life, then they are in store for an even greater shock when God responds to them.  Peter cries, “Go away from me.”  But Jesus draws nearer.  Isaiah cries, “I am lost,” but God is looking for him to help in the world.  “Whom shall I send?”  Isaiah isn’t lost, he’s found.

There are two shocking truths in the story, then, a small truth and a big truth.  And to get to the big truth, we must go through the small truth.  The small truth is that we are indeed imperfect and broken.  Or in church lingo, “sinful.”  We judge, we condemn, we exclude, we fight for control, we put up walls, we put ourselves in front of others.  We bear a flawed image of our loving creator.  In the clarity of our tears, however, we see the big truth that Isaiah and Peter see.  Despite our protests of unworthiness, despite our cries to be left alone, God draws even nearer.  Why?  Because that is the way of love.  Does a mother leave her child for falling down?  Does a lover renounce his love when his beloved is at fault? 

This big truth of God’s love, the shockwaves of which could turn our world upside down, transforms us whenever we accept it.  No longer bound by striving to be this or that and inevitably failing, no longer bound by pride and shame, we are free to be ourselves, which is the greatest gift we can give others.  And so it is that Isaiah cries out, “Here I am; send me!” (Isa 6:8).  And Peter and the others, we are told, “left everything and followed him” (Luke 5:11). 

Prayer

Loving God,
Who is always drawing near to us—
Help us not to run away
From our tears
And the shock of our brokenness.

For it is here, shockingly,
That we are nearest to you
And your love,
Which leads us into life.
Through Christ: Amen.


[1] William Willimon, “Depart from Me,” Sermon for Duke University Chapel on February 9, 1986, accessed on January 31, 2022, https://repository.duke.edu/dc/dukechapel/dcrst003219.

[2] Alan Jones, Soul Making: The Desert Way of Spirituality (New York: Harper & Row, 1985), 82-106.  Simeon of Byzantine in the tenth century referred to tears as “the second baptism” and an essential stage of a person’s spiritual growth.  Ephrem of Syrian in the third century said that our tears are actually God’s tears for us, shed that such a lovely image of goodness should be lost.