Ephesians 4:25-32
Have you ever gone to
bed angry? Do you remember when you first heard that pearl of wisdom? Just
uttering those words today sounds so profoundly preposterous. I think my
Grandmother Andrews was the first person to tell me, “Be angry, but do not sin.
Never let the sun go down on your anger.” I believed her. I was also seven at
the time. I promised I would never let the events of any day interfere with the
sleep I so desperately craved. I think initially I could have pulled it off,
except I wasn’t an only child. Thinking
back, I was probably having that conversation with my grandmother after one of
my sisters had driven me crazy.
Now I realize even if
my parents had spared me the massive responsibility of being a brother, I would
have eventually found myself in interaction with other human beings.
Relationships are hard, especially when they include people. Even our greatest
joys can become opportunities for discontent. The most beautiful words Deb ever
uttered to me were, “My love, I’m pregnant.”
Suddenly simple tasks like the naming a child caused many a sleepless night.
Then Martina arrived! It is unbelievable how much a child can change our time
honored routines.
Once Pandora’s Box is
opened, practical concerns are often no longer resolved in a day. Dreams are
interrupted with the nightmares of financial matters, vocational questions,
parenting guidance, and perhaps the worst of all, which family do we stay with
this year for Christmas?
Here are a couple truths.
Life is hard because sharing is hard. Life is hard because always telling the
truth is hard. Life is hard because not always getting your way is hard. Throw
in all of the other external factors that disrupt our lives and sometimes
sleeping becomes hard.
I am guessing nothing
I have said so far surprises anyone. So allow me to express my irritation with
the author Ephesians for offering such a simplistic response to such a
complicated dilemma. I know how destructive sin is. I am aware that anger, even
when exercised in a holy manner, can become a bit wrathful. But what confuses
me the most is the presupposition that I live as God lives; forgiving one
another, loving one another, and caring for one another. Now that is really hard. I understand Christ
is the standard bearer for all that is good and holy. But does God have a clue
how difficult it is to go from sun-up to sun-down and be expected to resolve
every single conflict before the night-light is extinguished? Doesn’t God ever go to bed angry?
I would hope that God
never sleeps, but that misses the intention of the question. God certainly
encounters darkness. Within the recesses of that darkness does God struggle
with the disappointments of what God witnessed in the light? What must God be
thinking at the end of each day? I know if I were God I would be taking Prozac.
The Old Testament expresses
God’s disappointment by speaking of God’s anger. This disappointment is often
followed with the threat of The Wrath
of God. Job and Psalms mention God’s wrath
over 40 times. Ironically the Gospels hardly mention wrath at all. Romans and
Revelations are the only New Testament books that mention the wrath of God more
than five times. In the case of Paul,
the phrase is always followed by the words “saved from”. I find that to be
rather comforting. I would rather be saved from God’s wrath than experience it.
Nonetheless, the Old
and New Testament are in complete agreement in portraying the profound tension that
exists between God and humankind. The Bible begins began with the marvelous myth
of Adam and Eve. Paradise was created. Everything but cable TV was provided. The
only prohibition was instructions concerning a particular piece of fruit. I
have often thought if God doesn’t want us to sin than God should not have given
us appetites.
The story exposes
several truths about humanity. We are inquisitive. We are independent. We lie
when we need to and indulge ourselves when it serves our purposes. Such is the
nature of humans. The story warns these characteristics can result in miserable
and precarious situations which touch every fabric of our personal lives. Adam
and Eve were expelled from paradise. Such is the wrath of God. But does God
lose sleep every time we bite into the wrong apple?
Martin Buber, a Jewish
philosopher, who has had a tremendous impact on my understanding of God writes,
“You always knew that
you need God more than anything; but do you not know that God needs you. Who would
human beings be, who would you be, if God did not need them and did not need
you? You need God in order to be. God needs you, for the very meaning of your life.”
Buber suggests we tinker
with the opening statement Genesis and change it from, “In the beginning, God
created”, to “In the beginning, a relationship emerged.” That is what the
prologue in Genesis is all about. It begins the story of a relationship between
humanity and God that runs throughout the entire Biblical text. Sometimes the
relationship goes sour. But this does not halt our quest for a better understanding
of who we are and who God is. This search can challenge us to move from the
question, ‘Do I believe in God?’ to the much more personal, ‘Do I live God?’
Before you roll your
eyes, let me point out that Buber’s theology did not emerge from some hippie
commune in the 1960’s. He lived in Germany until the late 1930’s. His words
reflect the times in which he lived. His words rise from his own bewilderment
that an omnipotent God would not extinguish the fires of Auschwitz where many
of his friends and family members perished. He writes of a weeping God, a God
who appears in the midst of a powerless people, choosing to be submerged in the
depths of an unspeakable tragedy. Folks like Buber and Elie Wiesel have helped
me to not only grapple with Auschwitz, but with the tragedies of my life,
including My Lai, and 9-11 and more recently the shooting of children at places
like Virginia Tech and Sandy Hook. It
has helped me question the seemingly lack activity in the midst of these
tragedies? The notion that God is omnipotent seems heretical in the light of the
human inspired catastrophes that consistently tarnish the human landscape. Why
doesn’t God act? Is God incapable? Where is our dethroning of Pharaoh?
It was once explained
to me that God’s inactivity protects the precious free will of humanity. I bought that for a while. But now, as I reeamine
the Biblical relationship that exist between God and creation, as I struggle
with my self-perceived notion of the inactivity of God, my heart pushes me to
move from my own angst, and reconsider the transformational of the significance
of the cross. That journey has stirred with in my soul.
What if the cross
stands as an affirmation of the non-violent love of God even in the face of a
world that too often turns to hate, rage, anger and war? What if God, though
Christ, has declared that The Almighty will no longer impose suffering on
humanity but will become a fellow sufferer? What if God, overwhelmed by the tragedies
of creation was no longer able to sleep? What if God decided rather than
starting all over again, God would step into the world? And what if God knew this
holy of plan would only work if there was restraint shown toward those who
challenged Jesus?
God not only came
among us, God became us. God felt pain, rejection, torture and even death. And
then God voluntarily came to back from death to stand with us, not above us, in
our pilgrimage to transform this world.
In the 1990’s I had
the joy of listening to Desmund TuTu. My goodness was he a little man. But as
he spoke, he grew. By the time the sermon concluded Desmund must have been
seven feet tall. He spoke as someone who understood what it meant to be
powerless and yet as someone gifted with an authority of which most of us can
only dream. It was his reckless belief in love and reconciliation. It was his
extraordinary ability to understand the fear and the hurt and even the dreams
of his enemy. It was the love of God playing itself out through the words and
deeds of this tiny little giant. I
thought, “When he returns home to South Africa, someone is going to kill him.” Then
a voice from within said, “But they cannot kill his soul.”
One night God went to
bed angry. I imagine God tossed and turned, struggling all night with the sin
and rebellion that caused the suffering God witnessed. When God awoke, a new
creation walked on this earth. Folks called him Jesus.
God emptied God’s self
and became a servant. Jesus listened, Jesus engaged, and Jesus suffered. Jesus
became us and we were transformed.
Often the hardest thing
about anger is it keeps us from understanding the position of our adversary.
I’m not talking about solving international disputes. I’m talking about the
personal conflicts that ruin our nights. God emptied God’s self. How often do
we empty ourselves to understand the view from across the room? We prefer to
see ourselves as omnipotent. Have you ever considered that perhaps we aren’t? Have
you ever considered that our righteousness often does more harm than good? Maybe
those with whom we struggle are suffering as much as we are. Maybe they are
also losing sleep. Maybe they desire a new point of intersection. Maybe they
even desire reconciliation.
Paul said, “Do not let
the sun go down on your anger. Like God, put away, bitterness, wrath, anger,
and slander. Be kind and forgiving, like the God who has forgiven you.”
How is this possible
unless we learn to imitate God? Not God the all-powerful, not God the
omnipotent, but the God in Christ who gave himself up for us. I suspect when we
discover how much we need God, we will also discover how much we need each
other. And then, perhaps, will we
sleep.
Amen.
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