Sermon manuscript for Green Lake Church
of Seventh-day Adventists
For Sabbath, December 6, 2014
This is a preliminary version. Revision likely. Comments welcome.
Texts:
Isaiah 9: 6-7
Mark 4:35-39
The front page of Wednesday's Seattle
Times featured this headline: “Mammoth cleanup ahead for fouled
Duwamish River.” The entire page above the centerfold was taken up
with an aerial photo of floating cranes and barges and dredging
apparatus just upstream of the South Park Bridge. This equipment was
engaged in early stages of the mammoth cleanup.
The reason for the headline was the
release the day before of the final draft of a plan to clean up the
Duwamish River. The project will take nearly twenty years. It will
cost 342 million dollars. A million cubic yards of extremely
contaminated sediment will be removed. Hundreds of acres of river
bottom where the contamination is less will be covered with clean
rock and sand to seal the toxins in place.
When the project is completed, the
river will be a better place, a sweeter place. Perch and sole and
crabs and clams will no longer be contaminated with PCBs and arsenic.
People who eat fish from the river will no longer be poisoned by
their catch.
The cleanup on the Duwamish will
improve the water quality of the entire Puget Sound.
It might seem like a long way from the
Duwamish River to the Bethlehem of Christmas fame, but I think I have
found a worm hole that connects them.
In the Advent Candle reading this
morning, we heard the words of Isaiah 9.
For a child is
born to us, a son is given to us.
The government
will rest on his shoulders.
He will be called:
Wonderful
Counselor,
Mighty God,
Everlasting
Father,
Prince of Peace.
His government and
its peace will never end.
[Isaiah 9:6-7
NLT] 6
This is a prophecy of the work of the
Messiah, a description of the mission of Jesus, the baby born in
Bethlehem.
The priest Zecharias prophesied:
The morning light
from heaven is about to break upon us,
to give light to
those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death,
and to guide us to
the path of peace.”
Luke 1:78-79
What is this peace that is mentioned in
both these passages? Jesus is the Prince of Peace. His mission is to
guide us into the path of peace. What does that mean?
It might be tempting to define peace as
merely the absence of violent conflict. But peace is far more
fundamental than that. Making peace is far more than stopping war.
Making peace means creating opportunities for people to thrive. The
first picture of peace making in the Bible comes right at the
beginning:
In the beginning God created the
heavens and the earth. Now the earth was formless and void and
darkness covered the face of the earth. God stepped into that dark
and lifeless void and created light and life. God turned chaos into
the Garden of Eden. This is what it means to make peace.
The mission of Jesus was to bring
healing and hope and harmony. To end conflict by replacing enmity
with community. Making peace means making the world better. The goal
of peacemaking is joy, harmony, well-being. This was the mission of
the Son of God. When we make this mission our own, when we practice
peacemaking, we are acting like the children of God, we are
demonstrating our family connection.
Right now, our country is roiled with
controversy surrounding killings by the police. In some instances,
the details are murky. In others, the evidence is glaringly clear:
gross injustice has been done. Whatever the details of this incident
or that, we know beyond the shadow of a doubt: Black men and boys
suffer disproportionately from police wrong-doing. Whatever the facts
in any particular case, as a society we are failing to give equal
welcome and equal protection to Black men and boys. This is wrong.
Denouncing the evil is the easy part.
The hard question, and the best question is: How do we make peace?
Not just, How do we end the egregious miscarriages of justice?
but How do we create a society that promotes the well-being of
all, includin pg Black men and boys?
We are Christians. Being a Christian
means more than saying Merry Christmas instead of Happy Holidays.
Being a Christian means more than going on mission trips to foreign
lands. It means more than having a correct opinion about soteriology.
(I couldn't help myself. I thought I would toss in a latinate word
here to highlight the risk of dressing up irrelevant theorizing with
fancy words.) Christians are followers of Christ. At minimum, this
means we are called to be peacemakers. We are called to be active in
turning chaos into the Garden of Eden. We are called to do all we can
to cooperate with Jesus in making peace. Here. Now.
For about a century, people dumped
“stuff” in the Duwamish River. Tires and trash. Old trucks.
Carcinogenic lubricants and coolants. Sewage. Industrial waste. Some
of this dumping was done with clear knowledge of its potential for
doing harm. Some of the dumping was done without a realization of the
consequences. Some was inadvertent. However it happened and whoever
was responsible, for a hundred years human activity turned the
Duwamish River into a place like the dark, lifeless void mentioned at
the beginning of Genesis. We had created chaos.
Activists, reformers, protesters
eventually got our attention. This soiling was wrong. This chaos
making was immoral. We had an obligation to do what we could to
reverse a hundred years of wreckage and spoilage. It was time to make
peace. The restoration is going to take decades and hundreds of
millions of dollars, but as a civilization we owe this to the river.
We owe this to our children.
Like the mess in the Duwamish, the
problems of race and class that confront us have been a long time in
the making. Making peace from the chaos we have created will take
time and cost money. But as children of the Prince of Peace, do we
have any options? Our obligations to our Heavenly Master and to our
children require us to make peace. Not just stop the war. Not just
end hostilities. We are called to work toward the beauty of the
Garden of Eden.
I appeal especially to you who are
young. Put your energy, your minds, your education, your advantages
to work for peace. Yes, pursue your careers. Yes, dream of a
comfortable income and a nice house. But dream higher than that. Ask
God to give you a vision higher and nobler than mere survival or
comfort. Partner with God in making peace, in turning chaos into the
Garden of Eden.
The moral of the Christmas story is
that God did not ignore the chaos, the mess. God gave his best to
humanity. Any of you who are parents will understand that behind all
the complicated theology we have developed over the last two
millennia, the core message of the Jesus story is this: God gave his
best, his highest, his most treasured to humanity. Making peace is
not a hobby for God. It is the very essence of the divine existence.
So when you young people dream big
dreams of making the world better, when you take great risks, and
attempt heroic feats, you are entering into the very life of God.
The child of Bethlehem and the Duwamish
River are connected through the worm hole of a mission to bring about
healing and new life. In fact, every effort to bring healing and
harmony, to foster life and happiness is a cooperation with the
mission of God.
Thursday morning, next to a different
Seattle waterway, I caught a glimpse of the power of holy imagination
to create peace.
I left the church about 7:30 and ran
over to the Ballard Locks. I jogged across the locks and ran down to
see if there were any fish moving through the fish ladder. No fish.
Back up top, I headed toward the rest room. There was a sign out
front: Closed. But inside I could hear a commotion of voices.
I pushed open the door. A worker was
standing there. With a big grin on his face, he announced, “We're
open. You can come in.”
His speech was not entirely clear but
his grin was perfectly understandable.
“You're open?” I asked. “It's
okay if I come in?”
Another worker came around the corner,
pushing a mop. He saw me and grinned. It was obvious both men had
some cognitive impairment. They were simple people.
They were delighted I had come to their
restroom. “We keep everything clean,” the first guy declared with
obvious pride. His partner, the one with the mop, grinned at his
buddy, and repeated, nodding his head. “We keep everything clean.”
“And you're sure it's okay for me to
come in now?” I'm watching the guy with the mop continue sweeping
back and forth across the floor.
“Yes. We're open. Everything's
clean.”
A supervisor stuck his head out of a
store room and confirmed that I was welcome to use the facilities.
As I resumed my running, back across
the locks and up the streets of Ballard, headed back here to the
church I replayed the scene over and over in my head.
The two men with special needs were
obviously finding satisfaction in real work. They were building
peace, reducing chaos and increasing life-sustaining order in a tiny
corner of the world—the restrooms at the Ballard Locks. They were
mopping floors, wiping walls and toilets. They were making the world
better.
But they could do this only because
other people, an entire system, had worked to put them into a place
where their disabilities did not keep them from the satisfaction of
work. There was an entire system of supervisors and community support
that enabled these guys to play their part in the peacemaking of God.
I wondered about their supervisor. What
kind of special person does it take to direct the work of people with
cognitive difficulties, people who want to work, to contribute, but
are not capable of competing in our intense society? I wondered at
the geniuses who found a way to connect these two simple men with
their big grins and hearts of gold and impaired cognition with
meaningful work.
This season as we sing Christmas carols
and enjoy Christmas cookies and Christmas gifts, let's ask God to
give us a brighter, clearer vision of how we can cooperate with the
Prince of Peace in his work of transforming chaos into an idyllic
Garden of Eden. Let's work for a community that comes ever closer to
the ideals of God.
1 comment:
Thank you. I will have to leave my comments in a personal FB message. Merry Christmas and thank you for bringing peace to so many. I packed up some Vandeman books off my self.. and reflected how much those words had meant to me when they came out.Then I wondered how many of those you might have ghost written. Maybe even back then you were ministering to me and mine.
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