Thursday, May 12, 2016

Beginnings: Reflection and Poem for Pentecost 2016



A Reflection and Poem for Pentecost               
 May 15, 2016         Thomas E. Wilson       Southern Shores, NC                All Saints’ Episcopal and Emmanuel Lutheran   

Genesis 11:1-9 Acts 2:1-21      John 14:8-17, 25-27                Psalm 104:25-35, 37
Beginnings

This is the Feast of Pentecost, the end of the Easter Season and the beginning of a new season. The church year is divided into two cycles of Preparation, Celebration and Implementation.  These cycles are reflected in the progression from Advent to Christmas to Epiphany and from Lent to Easter to Pentecost. It is a little like any committed relationship where we have a courtship phase and a celebration of commitment,  followed by determining how we live a life together in this world. We see in today’s lessons stories of  different approaches to unity with God.

The Book of Genesis contains a series of stories which try to relate accounts of pre-history. Because these are pre-historic stories there is no interest in relating facts; their interest is in telling truth to explain how they dealt with everyday life. In the story of the tower of Babel, the people look up at the heavens and say “There is something about it that speaks to me. I know that it would make me more complete.” So far so good; we have an honest moment of attraction that can lead to a vision of being united. It is like the beginning of any relationship. But here is where it goes all wrong as the inner dialogue continues: “You know, we would like to live in this heaven and have it for ourselves. Let’s build a way up there and take it by force.” This was the way the culture around them always resolved opportunities for greed, by conquering and taking what they wanted by brute force. But if you want to do brutish things, you become a brute and start arguing like brutes, and leave in ruins the path that could have been created.

This basic myth of attraction descending into ruin is repeated several times in the Book of Genesis and the rest of the Bible - the Fall from the Garden, Cain and Abel, the Evil leading to the flood, Sodom and Gomorrah, Jacob and Esau, Joseph and his brothers, Pharaoh and the Hebrew children, the Golden Calf, Sampson and Delilah, David and Bathsheba, Jezebel and Ahab, and it keeps on going in the scriptures just as it does in today’s daily life.

In tension with that mythic structure of those stories, there is another theme of attraction ascending into  community - Abraham and Sarah, Moses, Ruth and Naomi, Isaiah and Jerusalem, Hosea and Gomer, Jesus, Peter and Paul to name a few. The Psalm for today is a song of awe at the mystery of God and entering into relationship with that mystery.

The story of the Pentecost experience follows that structure, with the Disciples longing for the relationship they had with Jesus, opening themselves to the deeper implications of that relationship, moving them beyond the man Jesus to openness to the God and Spirit to whom Jesus kept referring. They move from longing in the Upper Room, to move to the places outside their comfort zones and share that love that is within themselves. Their relationships with each other and the sacred space between them gives them the strength and the will to touch the lives and hearts of others. They were not interested in building an institution but in living a full life of community where differences are respected and gifts are honored.

The Pentecost story is a story of how a group of people become a church. The word church comes from the Greek word Kyrie, meaning Lord; the church is that which belongs to the Lord of all creation. There is first a longing coming from an awareness of an emptiness. We then gather together, sharing our incompleteness and the longing. The longing becomes connected to an object - a person, place or thing. If the longing is for a person, like a preacher, then the descent into ruin begins, for people will always leave or disappoint. I remember Miller Maxwell, a woman parishioner I grew to love, say to me when she first met me as her new Pastor, “I was a member of Grace Memorial long before you came here and I will be one long after you leave.” Years later I presided at her memorial service, but each time I return in the 20 + years since I left, her spirit is still there because her commitment was to something deeper - a vibrant spiritual community that made a difference in the world outside the building.

If the longing is for a thing, like a ritual or a building, then the descent into ruin begins as things always fall apart and wear out. There is an old joke about Episcopalians, and maybe Lutherans too: “How many church members does it take to change a light bulb?” “Change? My grandmother bought that bulb!” Miller Maxwell had been a member of that church before it sold its old building and moved to the suburbs in 1928, just before the depression hit, and they worked hard to pay off that mortgage. They loved the 1928 Prayer Book and they loved the 1928 Building, and we doubled the size of that physical plant and changed the liturgy because the commitment was to something deeper - the giving away to others the faith we treasured.

If the longing is for a geographic place, like the Outer Banks, then the descent into ruin begins as places change, and we could waste much of our energy trying to keep it from changing. I remember when I moved here, it only took me a couple of weeks to complain about how all the visitors coming in on Saturday were ruining the place. But this church kept reminding me that we existed to welcome and care for all who are in the larger community, for all of them are brothers and sisters of our Kyrie, our Lord.

One of the things the Vestry at All Saints is doing this year is to devise a 5 to 10 year Strategic Plan for this church, and they will want your input as they revisit the Vision and Mission statements as this church moves into the future. We have all, like Falstaff, heard the Chimes at Midnight, and there are new days coming for our churches, new days allowing us to continue making a commitment to something deeper than ourselves. Every day is a new beginning, a new Pentecost.


Beginnings (poem)

Beginning with a hint of wonder;
there is something there I want,
reminding me of what I lack,
drawing me to desire to unite.
You will fix me,
but it will be on my terms,
existing for meeting my wants,
my desires, me. 
What; no my NEEDS!
You will be MINE!
If you will not be mine;
then you will be a no one
and no one's.
Until I search in the ruins
for another something.
            OR
Beginning with a mystery of awe
There is some part of me longing
to be with you.
To listen to who you are,
sharing who I am,
who we are in each other,
who we are becoming,
creating together sacred
places and neighbors.

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