Sermon for Green Lake Church of Seventh-day Adventists for March 4, 2018
Texts: Ezekiel 36:24-29, Colossians 3:10-14
I visited the farm
last week. I pulled into the driveway and drove back to the barn. My
four-year-old granddaughter came out of the barn carrying a sack of
potatoes that looked like it was half as big as she was. At her side
was the dog, Rexi, smiling and wagging her tail. My granddaughter
tripped and fell forward, dumping the sack of potatoes on the ground
and landing on top of it. She got back to her feet, picked up the
sack of potatoes again, cradling it in her arms as she came to the
car.
Now, here is the
fantastical part of this story. That was not really a sack of
potatoes she was carrying. It was a cat. And not just any cat. It was
Jack. Jack came to the farm fifteen years ago as a wild animal.
Fifteen years later, Jack is still mostly wild. If you have visited
our farm, it is unlikely you have ever seen him. Jack is afraid of
people. If someone he doesn’t know comes around he disappears.
Completely. He tolerates me but if I make any sudden movement, he
leaps away.
So when I saw Kyra
carting him out of the barn like a sack of potatoes, I was surprised.
And when I saw her fall, drop him, and land on him, then saw him stay
put until she could get back to her feet and scoop him up in her arms
again, I was astonished beyond measure.
Jack is a new cat.
After watching his performance with Kyra, I can’t call him a wild
cat anymore. He has a new identity. He’s a lover cat.
Being Christian is
about being new people. In the most dramatic stories of our faith,
people go from being killers to being healers, from being thieves to
being trustworthy and generous, from being evil to being good.
The Bible story that
illustrates this change most beautifully is the story of the Apostle
Paul. First he was Saul the persecutor, devoted to eradicating the
followers of Jesus. Then he became Paul the Apostle of Jesus Christ.
A friend of mine has
a story like that. When he first began attending church he was a
homeless meth addict. After his fourth or fifth time in rehab he
managed to escape the addiction. He went to college and then began
work as a geologist.
His new identity was
radically different from his old identity.
Like Jack he became
a new being. A new person.
But for most of us,
life is not so dramatic. We talk of our identity in Christ, but there
has been no movie-worthy change in our lives.
What does it mean
for us to be new creatures in Christ Jesus?
Let’s return to
the barn yard.
I mentioned that
when my granddaughter came out of the barn with the sack of potatoes
that turned out to be Jack the Cat, she was accompanied by the dog,
Rexi.
Rexi is a loving
dog. But this is not a change. Rexi has been a loving dog ever since
she was born. She was born under our kitchen table. We have known her
all her life. And she has always been a lover dog.
How can we speak of
newness in Rexi’s life?
Only this: every
morning, Rexi starts over being a loving dog. When I lived on the
farm, every moring the minute I opened my eyes, Rexi was there
wagging her tail ready to greet me.
Now, when there are
two little kids who can be holy terrors, she keeps them company. She
makes them know they are loved.
Most of us are more
like faithful dogs. The newness in our lives is the rising of the sun
and another opportunity to do it again. To thump our tail, to smile,
to bring joy.
I’ve known many
other people who were born in the church. They have spent decades in
the church, living exemplary lives at home, at work, at school. What
does newness mean for them? It means waking up in the morning to do
it again. Again, today they are aware that they are children of God.
Again, today, they will extend kindness to people around them. Again,
today, they tell the truth, they will fact-check every statement they
are tempted to share on Facebook. Again, today, they will do good
work. Again, today, they will practice forgiveness.
Our newness consists
in living out again today, our identity as citizens of the kingdom of
heaven.
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