Trinity Sunday: Strange Gifts

 

Isaiah 6:1-8

John 3:1-17

When I was a freshman in college, I answered a knock on my door one evening and met three young women I had never seen before.  They lived a few flights up in my dorm and they were making the rounds on behalf of salvation. They smiled warmly and spoke in gentle voices and invited me to participate in a weekly bible study they were holding in their room. I didn’t even need to think about it; I said yes. It was like God had opened the door and said here you go.

I went to the bible study, and at first it was very nice. These young women radiated warmth and love, and I appreciated the things I was learning. But then suddenly one day it changed.

We were in our usual space, sitting on the floor together reading the scriptures and then the leader turned to me and asked me when I had been saved. I didn’t know how to answer that question. I was a Lutheran, we didn’t talk that way. When was I saved? What an absurd question. But when it became clear I didn’t have the answer, they pounced.

It was imperative for me to be born again, they told me. And if I were born again, I would know that I had been born again. There was no gray area in this business of being saved. I either was or I wasn’t. They were telling me that it was becoming pretty clear that I wasn’t. They told me that if I did not accept Jesus and be born again, I was most certainly going to hell. They said this in the sweetest way imaginable.

I left there in tears that evening, in fear and confusion. Because I had loved Jesus all my life. I had been taught that I am saved by grace alone, through faith alone. There was nothing I needed to do to earn it; indeed, there was nothing I could do to make it happen. God had already done this amazing work through Christ’s death and resurrection. I didn’t think a born-again experience was going to happen to me, and I knew I couldn’t fake it. Yet the certainty of these girls unsettled me, and I was afraid.

I understand why Nicodemus was disturbed by this talk of being born again. Because, to him that night, it seemed quite impossible. How can a grown man go back into his mother’s womb? How can anyone be born a second time?

Nicodemus got stuck on a few of Jesus’ words and couldn’t get unstuck. “How can this be?” he says. It’s possible Nicodemus didn’t even hear anything Jesus said after that. He seems to fade away into the night.

How can this be? Well, I could ask that question about a whole host of things, particularly on Trinity Sunday. When I think about Isaiah and the Seraphs, and the Lord God upon a throne before him. When I think about that live coal being pressed to his lips. When I think about the Spirit of God blowing where it will blow and somehow touching us, enabling us to be born from above, as Jesus says, I wonder: How can this be?

When I think about God loving the world so much that God gave his only Son so that we may not perish but may have eternal life. That God sent the Son not to condemn the world but that the world might be saved through him, I wonder: How can this be?

I don’t have the answer to these questions.

When I think about the words of the scripture saying that God sent the Son for us and for our salvation, and that the Son sent the Spirit, whom he calls the Advocate, so that we would not be alone, I do wonder – how can this be? When I ponder the presence of God as creator of all things, the one who was present before the beginning of time, making beauty and meaning out of chaos, I wonder – how can this be? When I consider God as being incarnate, born of flesh to live and teach and heal and die for our sake to overcome death for us all, I do wonder – how can this be? When I think of God being present in our midst now, as Spirit, intangible, elusive, but powerful, I wonder – how can this be?

I don’t know how this can be. These are strange and mysterious gifts. And it is certainly not for us to determine how and when these gifts are received. Nicodemus walked away into the night without an answer to his question, just as lost as he had been before. He didn’t receive what he had come for, what he had asked for.

Isaiah didn’t ask for the gift that was given to him. As far as we know, he wasn’t asking for anything at the time. He was just minding his own business when the Lord and the heavenly entourage appeared before him, calling out to one another with words of praise, filling the room with smoke and noise and trembling. A seraph touched a burning coal to Isaiah’s lips and said, “Your guilt has departed and your sin is blotted out.” He didn’t ask for this gift.

The wind blows where it chooses; you do not know where it comes from or where it goes. So it is with the Spirit of God.

Isaiah did not ask for this gift, but the gift chose him. And when the Lord called out, “Whom shall I send?” Isaiah said, “Here I am; send me.”

The Spirit blows where she will and how she will. And I wonder: Did the Spirit blow on Nicodemus? It didn’t seem so, as he skulked away into the shadows. But here is something else we should know about Nic.

Sometime later, in Chapter 7, we read that Jesus goes to the temple in Jerusalem and begins teaching, saying some very provocative things. The Pharisees watching become very agitated and want to have him arrested. But Nicodemus, who is himself a Pharisee, speaks up. We have not heard him speak since he said, “How can this be,” but now he speaks to the gathered Pharisees to urge restraint on them. Nothing bad happened that day, and perhaps it was because of Nicodemus’s words.

Again, Nicodemus disappears. We hear nothing more about him – until after Jesus is crucified. In Chapter 19, there is a man named Joseph who asks permission to take his body down from the cross. He arranges to have it taken to a tomb. And Nicodemus, who first came to Jesus under cover of darkness, brings a hundred pounds of myrrh and aloe to give his body a proper burial.

Did the Spirit blow over Nicodemus? Perhaps. We don’t control how any of this works.

So often it seems that the Spirit blows over us, surprising us, and moving us in a new direction – a direction of service, a direction of forbearance, a direction of love. Sometimes the earth shakes and the angels cry out and the Lord says, “Whom shall I send?” Maybe looking right at you when he asks the question. And you answer, “Send me!” and everything is changed.

Sometimes, you get blinded by the light on the road to Damascus like Paul did. And then you hear Jesus speaking to you. And everything is changed.

But other times there are gentle brushes – or nudges. Sometimes there are moments of confusion or surprise … questions that won’t let go – until the moment when you know you have to answer. Like Nicodemus when he spoke to the Pharisees in a critical moment; when he came to the grave bearing compassion and a lavish supply of myrrh and aloe.

The gifts of the Spirit are strange gifts. But somehow, they empower us to do the work of God in this world, which we know from the words of John chapter three, is the work of love.

I never had the kind of born-again experience that those girls in my college dorm wanted me to have. But I know that, in the years since then, the Spirit has worked in surprising and powerful ways in my life. No Seraphim and burning coals. Sometimes more questions than answers. Perhaps I am more like Nicodemus than Isaiah.

The gifts of the Spirit are strange, indeed. Let us be grateful for these strange gifts that empower us to do God’s work on earth.

Let us be grateful for those who stand up and say, “Here I am; send me.”

Let each of us listen for the call of love in our lives.

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True Friend

 

John 15:9-17      

In the musical, My Fair Lady, there is a young man who is hopelessly in love with Eliza Doolittle. He is trying to profess his love to her, then Eliza suddenly interrupts him, saying she is so sick of words, words, words. She says, “If you’re in love, show me!” Because words will only go so far in communicating something as big as love.

In the Gospel of John, God’s love is a clear thread running through it – and the gospel only has words to show us this. Jesus uses an awful lot of words with his disciples to show them who he is and what kind of relationship he wants to have with them. In John’s gospel we have the “I am” passages, where Jesus uses words to show his disciples who he is for them. And in recent weeks we have dwelled on some of these. Such as I am the good shepherd, and I am the true vine.

Not to say that he is, literally, a shepherd – or a grapevine.

When all you have are words, you try to use those words to spark imaginations. Words become images which can become truths that live inside of the listener. Sometimes it doesn’t work out well. You may remember the Pharisee, Nicodemus, who couldn’t quite grasp the images Jesus tried to convey to him about being born of the Spirit. But others who heard Jesus were better at catching the meaning – such as the Samaritan woman at the well, who easily flowed right along with Jesus when he said to her, I give you living water. She said, I’ll take it.

In the words we hear today from Chapter 15, the image is one that you might understand quite well: friends. We have friends. We know what they are. But I must confess that it doesn’t seem simple to me.

When I hear Jesus call me his friend, I am bowled over…staggered. This seems like a remarkable thing. In some ways it seems like too little – remember that guy, or girl, who said to you, “I just want to be your friend.” Yet, in other ways, it seems like too much, an impossibly intimate thing to have with the Son of God.

One year some college students I worked with created a sermon about friendship, and they managed to articulate seven distinct levels of friendship.  They drew a diagram that looked like a bullseye target.  It was the seven circles of friendship, kind of like Dante’s nine circles of hell – only different. The weakest levels of friendship were on the outer rings and the deeper levels were nearer the center.  It was surprisingly detailed – something, I think, only young people could create.  Friendship is to young adults like snow is to the Inuit people: something so central to their existence they are acutely aware of all the nuances. 

But even if you don’t have such a fine and variegated understanding of friendship, you probably would agree that there are a few different degrees, or kinds, of friendship.

Whatever Jesus means when he uses this word, it is clear that it’s not a word I can toss off casually or that I can afford to misunderstand. He tells me I am his friend, that he has chosen me for friendship. And I have to struggle with understanding just what that means.

What does it mean to call someone “friend?”

As I pondered the question this week, I realized I couldn’t do it on my own. I would have to turn to an authoritative source, and so I did. Facebook, that strange realm that invented a whole new meaning for the word “friend.” I asked my Facebook community what makes someone a good friend.

I got answers from a dozen people and found some consensus about what we value in a friend. We are looking for someone who is trustworthy, someone with whom we feel comfortable enough to be ourselves, someone who listens to us. We don’t want to be judged by our friends, but we do want them to be honest with us. Maybe. We want them to care for us, to want the best for us. We want them to love us, unconditionally.

One person said something that I found particularly helpful. That her friends tell her they love her, even when they know she is wrong. But they also tell her that she was in the wrong.

As I thought about it a little more, it occurred to me that good friends can make us better people, because when we are committed to a good friendship, we are practicing some of the things that make us more loving, more generous, more joyful people.

In this series on resurrection stories, we have been spending some time thinking about what it means to have a relationship with a resurrected Savior, and what it means for us to be resurrected people. We began with a few of the stories in the gospels about that very first day when Jesus rose from the grave. The ways he showed up for his first disciples share some common ground with the ways we might see him show up in our lives.

The message, essentially, is that we can enjoy the presence of Jesus with us just as the first disciples did because it is the role of the church to let Jesus live in us and through us. And we are most clearly able to see the resurrected Jesus when we are letting his light shine through us for the benefit of one another. The resurrected life of Jesus is most vivid when it is being shined outwardly, for the benefit of the world.

To be a resurrected people is to be a friend to the people God has placed in our lives.

I have used a lot of words over these past several weeks in my efforts to convey the ideas of resurrection life. But words are not enough and never will be enough. Eventually, all the words must point to something beyond themselves. As Eliza said, Show me! And the message of all the gospels is that Jesus did, indeed, show us. He said,

No one has greater love than this, to lay down one’s life for one’s friends. And then he showed us.

He also said,

This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you. Now it’s on us to show him.

This is what Jesus is waiting to see, whether we will love one another as he loves us.

You may still be on the fence about whether you are prepared to lay down your life for a friend, even for a friend in the innermost circle of friendship. No one mentioned that particular quality in response to my Facebook query.

It’s okay, I think we all understand the ambivalence one might feel about laying down your life for anyone. But perhaps we can begin with a few small steps; with a willingness to lay down our agendas…to lay down our prejudices…to lay down our infernal busyness for a friend in need. We might be better friends if we could lay down these things. And with more people practicing real, authentic, and meaningful friendship, the world would be a better place.

Brothers and sisters, we are living in a post-resurrection world. Because Jesus lived, died, and rose from the dead, the world is a different place than what it was before. You and I know this. But someone outside the church, someone new to the church might say, “Show me!”

And that is a fair request to make. It will be up to us to show them, with the evidence of our lives.

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