John 14:25-29
“My peace I give to you. I do not give peace
as the world gives it. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be
afraid.”
One of the most difficult aspects of
God’s word is it can be both frustrating and comforting at the same time.
Last week-end I was working on the
newsletter. Don’t be fooled by that statement. Jamie does most of the work and
deserves all of the credit. I simply contribute a piece on the second page and,
at Jamie’s insistence, write a whimsical reflection on health issues near the
back. While they are quite different I
enjoy writing both. My “musings” are often topical, giving you a chance to get
to know me a little better.
Those of you who have opened this month’s
edition of Spreading the Word are aware my musings sometimes raise questions as
well as blood pressure. My purpose is not to plow old, worn out ground but to
encourage us to inject our faith and our understanding of the Biblical text
into our conversations.
When Jesus says, “My peace I leave you,”
how are we to understand that difficult concept. When Jesus says, “Let not your
heart be troubled,” I find myself confused my the very thought of not being
troubled by bombs in Boston, drones in Pakistan, and the threat of violence all
over the world.
Monday morning, with thoughts of editing
and rewriting on my brain, I pulled into the parking lot at 7:30. The Bible
Study group had already begun to gather. Before we could begin my cell phone rang
and I heard the trembling voice of Mary Gurr share that John had died early
that morning. I got in the car and headed to Charlottesville. I had 35 minutes to prepare
myself, to think of some words of comfort that I might share with Mary. You
already know the words that occupied my soul. “Let not your heart be troubled.
My peace I give to you.”
Those of you who are biblical students
are well aware of the context of the 14th chapter of John. It begins with a discourse in which Jesus
explains the significance of what is about to happen. He said, “I will leave, but I leave to prepare
a place for you.” Jesus predicts both
his death and resurrection. He promises to come again and take us unto himself.
All through his ministry Jesus insisted that we not worry about those things
for which God was responsible. God is reliable because God is love. It is this
love that compels God to act on our behalf, even in the midst of death itself.
As I traveled to Charlottesville Monday, and as we will come this
afternoon to celebrate John’s resurrection, it was and will be the assurance of
Jesus’ words and Jesus’ promises for tomorrow that brings us comfort and
eventually joy.
But today, bombs ignited by hate, faith,
patriotism, fear, anger, outrage, revenge and political reasoning still disrupt
the peace we so desperately desire. Does John 14 offer a hope that might quell
our trembling hearts?
I have always believed that a separation
of church and state does not mean a separation of ethics and theology. One
cannot read Isaiah and Jeremiah without understanding justice to be the moral
test of spirituality? One cannot read the gospels without being overwhelmed by
the universal love of God. One cannot
cling to that love without wrestling with the undeniable demand of God that we
love one another.
How is that possible in this complex
world in which we live? God calls us to forgive as well as love. Some of you have come to me this week stating
you can find no forgiveness for the men who ignited the bombs in Boston. Wouldn’t it be
easier to be people of faith on the Sabbath and people of the world the other
six days of the week? Isn’t it easier to
trust our leaders and not complicate the issues with our moral ambiguities?
Isn’t part of patriotism trusting others to figure out these messy, complicated
matters of life?
Bill
Coffin preached there are three types of patriots. Two are bad and the other is
not only good, but critical for the moral fiber of our nation. Bad patriots are
one, the uncritical lovers of their country and the two, loveless critics of their
country. Real patriots are those who partake in a lover’s quarrel with their
country, reflecting God’s eternal quarrel with the entire world.
Jesus
said, “Let not your heart be troubled.”
My
brain struggles, “How is that possible?”
Jesus
continued, “My peace I bring.”
My
soul complains, “Peace always seems a weary way off.”
God pledges, “My peace, not the world’s
peace, I give you.”
My
heart questions, “What does that even mean?”
And so the conversation continues. If
you expected some great definitive words of wisdom I really have none.
But
I believe, or at least I hope,
That
God desires to be part of our conversation.
I
believe, or at least I hope,
That
the peace of God is not just about tomorrow.
I
believe, or at least I hope,
That
the peace of God is about this day and every day.
For
to give up on peace is to give up on God.
Sometimes, all I can do is come to the table
of our Lord. With a heart both bruised and burdened, I come to lift the bread
and the cup, letting my fears intersect with God’s promises.
This is where I come to remember.
This
is where I come to hope,
This
is where I come to pray,
Lamb of God,
Who
takest way the sins of the world,
Have
mercy on me.
Lamb of God,
Who
takest away the sins of the world,
Grant
me your peace.
This is where I come to lift the bread,
This
is where I come to lift the cup,
This
is where I come to lift my heart,
This is where I come to remember The
Prince of Peace,
Not
just the peace of tomorrow,
But
also for the peace of today.
I come to this table to remember I am
loved;
I
come to remember I am forgiven;
I
come to remember
God’s
forgiveness is more than a blessing.
It is a challenge.
I
come knowing Christ has taken the first step. I come knowing The Prince of
Peace invites us to walk in his footsteps. It takes more than a troubled heart
to bring about peace. We are called to will peace, suffer for peace, struggle
for peace, and demand peace as if peace is God’s most cherished hope for
humankind.
Come to the table and taste the promise
of God’s grace.
Come to the table and taste the
possibilities of God’s peace.
Come to the table troubled, yet trembling……….
With hope.
Amen.
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