Sermon manuscript for Green Lake Church of Seventh-day Adventists
November 29, 2016
Texts: Deuteronomy 26:1-12, Luke 10:29-37.
Synopsis: More and more, I
come back to this statement by Jesus as the bedrock of my religion
and worldview: “You have heard it said, 'Love your neighbor and
hate your enemy.' I tell you, 'Love your enemies . . . thus living as
children of the heavenly Father. Because he makes his sun to rise on
the evil and on the good, and sends rain on the just and on the
unjust.” To paraphrase: We may have imagined it some great
accomplishment when we have learned to distinguish between those who
deserve our favor and those who do not. But such skill is a rather
pedestrian achievement. A truly great accomplishment, one that marks
us as most like God, is the practice of mercy. Mercy is generosity
rooted in the heart of the giver rather than elicited by the virtue
of the recipient. Church is a community pledged to the ideals of God.
It is a city whose culture is shaped by the character of our founder.
So, habits of mercy and generosity bring our civilization closest to
our holy charter. They unite our hearts most intimately with God.
I met George last
week. He's newly arrived from Nairobi for a couple of years of
graduate study here at UW.
JR and his family
moved here from Southern California, the neighborhood of Los Angeles.
+Several of us here,
have a shared history of time at Church of the Advent Hope in New
York City.
Nairobi. Los
Angeles. New York City. Seattle. Each of these cities has its own
character, its own culture, its own civilization. Even here in our
own region, Bellevue, Kirkland, Seattle, Tacoma. Each of these cities
has a distinctive flavor. For those who know them well, the mere
mention of their names evokes a kind of gut response. Each city has
its own personality, its own culture.
[In the worship
service, I will ask people to text me brief descriptions of a
favorite city, a city they have lived in, or even a city they have
visited. I will ask them to give their favorite city a descriptive
name. Los Angeles, the city of angels? Philadelphia, the city of
brotherly love?]
These days I often
imagine church as a city. In my mind I play with various names for
this city. A name that all by itself evokes a mental picture of the
culture of that city, the ideals the city is known for. If we were
going to name the church based on what we would hope it would be when
it was on its best behavior, what name would I choose? Names that run
through my mind: The City of God. The Holy City. The Beautiful City.
The City of Joy (my sermon last week). The City of Refuge (to borrow
a term from the Book of Deuteronomy). The City of Light. Today,
because it's Thanksgiving, I want to imagine the church as the City
of Mercy.
Imagine you're on a
trek in the Himalayas. The day's journey has taken you across two
passes over 16,000 feet. You're exhausted. For the last four hours
it's been raining and blowing. The temperature is just above
freezing. The light is gone from the sky. Half an hour back you
finally had to turn on your headlamp. You're starting to get nervous.
Right now, you're not freezing, but you know the instant, even if you
stopped for three minutes to get a snack from your pack, the instant
you stop your body temperature is going to drop. Dangerously.
Hypothermia is just ten minutes away. So stopping is impossible.
Resting is impossible. And you're running out of gas. Lunch was a
very long time ago. The snacks you've eaten since then seem to
disappear into your gut without turning into energy. Your destination
is a village. You wonder idly if you'll make it.
Then your partner
calls out, “There it is.”
Ahead through the
gathering gloom and rain and mist, lights. Too far away. But still
lights. And maybe the shape of buildings. You relax a bit. You're
still cold. Your muscles still complain about the length of the day.
You still wish the rain would quit. But you quit worrying. Soon,
you'll be able to stop moving without tumbling almost immediately
into hypothermia. You'll be inside, under a roof, in a place where
hot tea will be ready. Safe.
This is a picture of
church. A beckoning city. A saving village. A place where, when you
arrive, you can collapse and know it's okay. It you are shivering and
wet, someone will offer tea. If you are exhausted, someone will offer
a seat.
Jesus once pictured
the church as a city on a hill. I like that picture. For those
outside, it is a beckoning place offering safety. For those inside it
provides shelter and nourishment and a place to serve. Every villager
has an opportunity to participate in the culture of care, the culture
of mercy.
One of the
foundational convictions of the church is that we are privileged.
This life we share together, this community is a gift. When we show
mercy we are merely paying forward the rich blessing we have
received.
The story of the
church begins way back, long before Jesus. I like the language of our
OT reading this morning, words addressed to the Jewish people newly
arrived in the land of Palestine.
When you enter the land the LORD your God is giving you as a special
possession and you have conquered it and settled there, put some of
the first produce from each crop you harvest into a basket and bring
it to the designated place of worship--the place the LORD your God
chooses for his name to be honored.
Go to the priest in charge at that time and say to him, 'With this
gift I acknowledge to the LORD your God that I have entered the land
he swore to our ancestors he would give us.'
The priest will then take the basket from your hand and set it before
the altar of the LORD your God.
"You must then say in the presence of the LORD your God, 'My
ancestor Jacob was a wandering Aramean who went to live as a
foreigner in Egypt. His family arrived few in number, but in Egypt
they became a large and mighty nation. When the Egyptians oppressed
and humiliated us by making us their slaves, we cried out to the
LORD, the God of our ancestors. He heard our cries and saw our
hardship, toil, and oppression. So the LORD brought us out of Egypt
with a strong hand and powerful arm, with overwhelming terror, and
with miraculous signs and wonders. He brought us to this place and
gave us this land flowing with milk and honey!
And now, O LORD, I have brought you the first portion of the harvest
you have given me from the ground.' Then place the produce before the
LORD your God, and bow to the ground in worship before him.
Afterward you may go and celebrate because of all the good things the
LORD your God has given to you and your household. Remember to
include the Levites and the foreigners living among you in the
celebration. "Every third year you must offer a special tithe of
your crops. In this year of the special tithe you must give your
tithes to the Levites, foreigners, orphans, and widows, so that they
will have enough to eat in your towns.
The father of the
Israelites, their ancestor, was a wandering Aramean. He had no
citizenship. He was officially landless
and stateless. He had no passport. Then it
got worse. Their people headed south into Egypt which looked like a
really good idea at the time, but then the government changed and
suddenly they became a scary people, a problem. The government solved
the problem by registering them all as slaves.
Life was unbearable
where they were. And there was nowhere else they could go. They were
stuck.
Then God rescued
them and brought them into a good land, a land flowing with milk and
honey.
They were to keep
this history alive, Moses said. Regularly celebrate it. And shape
their civic life in light of this history. Remember you were a
foreigner, a stateless person, a person with no home, no settled
place. Remember that when you deal with foreigners and homeless
people. Remember. Do not forget.
We Americans are
like those early Jewish people. Like them, we came from somewhere
else. All of us. Even Native Americans or First Nations were not
created here on this soil. They came from elsewhere. Probably via
Russia or Siberia. And I don't have to remind the rest of us that we
were first boat people before we were Americans. For most of our
forebears, life back there was not so good.
Now we hold the most
envied passports in the world. We did not earn these documents. They
are gifts of parentage, of luck, of God. We are recipients of mercy.
Of generosity.
Let's remember.
Let's never forget. And may our memory of mercy received lead us to
practice mercy.
Coming back to the
Bible's picture of the people of God, there is a NT passage that
echoes the mercy theme of our OT reading. It's found in 1 Peter 2:9
You are a chosen people. You are royal priests, a holy nation, God's
very own possession. As a result, you can show others the goodness of
God, for he called you out of the darkness into his wonderful light.
Once you had no identity as a people; now you are God's people. Once
you received no mercy; now you have received God's mercy." 1
Peter 2:9-10.
Who
are we? What are we? We were nobodies. We
lived in Nowheresville. But now through God's mercy, we are
somebodies. We members of the people of God, citizens of the City of
Mercy. Every element of our life together
is suffused with the light and warmth of mercy.
Which brings us to
our NT reading.
One day an expert in religious law stood up to test Jesus by asking
him this question: "Teacher, what should I do to inherit eternal
life?"
Jesus replied, "What does the law of Moses say? How do you read
it?"
The man answered, "'You must love the LORD your God with all
your heart, all your soul, all your strength, and all your mind.'
And, 'Love your neighbor as yourself.'"
"Right!" Jesus told him. "Do this and you will live!"
The man wanted to justify his actions, so he asked Jesus, "And
who is my neighbor?"
Jesus replied with a story: "A Jewish man was traveling from
Jerusalem down to Jericho, and he was attacked by bandits. They
stripped him of his clothes, beat him up, and left him half dead
beside the road.
"By chance a priest came along. But when he saw the man lying
there, he crossed to the other side of the road and passed him by.
A Temple assistant walked over and looked at him lying there, but he
also passed by on the other side.
"Then a despised Samaritan came along, and when he saw the man,
he felt compassion for him.
Going over to him, the Samaritan soothed his wounds with olive oil
and wine and bandaged them. Then he put the man on his own donkey and
took him to an inn, where he took care of him.
The next day he handed the innkeeper two silver coins, telling him,
'Take care of this man. If his bill runs higher than this, I'll pay
you the next time I'm here.'
"Now which of these three would you say was a neighbor to the
man who was attacked by bandits?" Jesus asked.
The man replied, "The one who showed him mercy." Then Jesus
said, "Yes, now go and do the same."
A theologian asked
Jesus about salvation. Jesus answered, “Obey the commandments—you
know, love God and love your neighbor.”
Love your neighbor.
Show mercy to your neighbor. And every theologian knows we are
supposed to love our neighbor, to show mercy to our neighbor. But
just who are these “neighbors” who are worthy to receive my love
and mercy?
When I hear the word
neighbor, I imagine the guy who lives next door. The one that has
come to the rescue of my family on more than one occasion when I
wasn't around. I think about the woman across the street that I've
been waving to in the morning while she is waiting with her kids for
the school bus. We've been waving at each other for more than ten
years now. If those people needed something, yes, I know I should
show mercy. And there is the widow who lives next door. She's kind of
crazy, but she's been part of our lives for almost twenty years now,
so when she needs her lawnmower taken into the shop, I figure it's my
responsibility to do it. Neighbors are people we know, people we
trust, people like us, good people.
The theologian
wondered just how far the circle of neighborhood reached. Just who is
really worthy of my mercy, my neighborliness?
Jesus tells the
famous story of the Good Samaritan. Then comes to the punch line:
“Who was neighbor to the man in need?” Jesus asked the
theologian. “The one who showed mercy,” the good theologian
answered.
The theologian
wanted to know who was worthy to receive his mercy, who was good
enough to be his neighbor.
Jesus turned the
question on its head. Are you good enough to be a neighbor?
One primary quality
of mercy is that it is the overflow of generosity that lives in the
heart of the merciful. Others do not earn mercy. We give it. Because
we are full of it.
Our fathers and
mothers were wandering people and now have passports in the richest
most powerful nation in the history of humanity. We have been made so
rich we can never give others the magnitude of mercy we have
received. But we are mindful of our wealth and seek to share.
Our first question
is not does that person deserve to be my neighbor. Instead we ask, am
I good enough to act as neighbor?
Our aim as a church
is to be a City of Mercy. A lighted village on a hill at the end of a
long, cold trek.
We did not create
this city. Jesus did. We who were not a people were transformed into
a people by the mercy of God. We who had not received mercy, have now
received it. And are glad. And are looking for opportunities to pay
to forward, to taste again in our own souls the sweetness of the
mercy we have received by letting it run through our hands into the
lives of others.
And weary, freezing
trekkers will see the glow of mercy and hurry to the warmth and light
of our city. The City of Mercy.