Exodus 20:8-11
In
1927, the African-American poet James Weldon Johnson gave us a gift. Reaching
back into the memories of his childhood, Johnson resurrected an art form that
had almost become lost. Throughout the Black community there were the
preachers, the story tellers, who would remind his congregation of this great
God who despite darkness and chaos issued a promise of hope and life. These
sermons were seldom heard outside the Black church. Johnson used his own words to recreate those
sermons in a brilliant gem he called God’s
Trombones. The best known of these sermons was titled, “The Creation”. It
began like this:
God stepped out on space,
And he looked around and said:
I’m lonely ---
I’ll make me a world.
And as far as the eye of God
could see
Darkness covered everything,
Blacker than a hundred midnights
Down in a cypress swamp.
Then God smiled,
And the light broke,
And the darkness rolled up on
one side,
And the light stood shining on
the other,
And God said: That’s good!
Those
words would be far more effective if spoken by someone with a voice like James
Earl Jones but I think you get the idea. The Black preacher took what folks
knew and mixed it with what he believed God did and began to paint.
So
how would a white preacher today enlighten a congregation on the vast wonders
of the creation story as recorded in the book of Genesis? Perhaps like this.
God
stepped out into the midst of darkness and chaos and declared, “Let there be
light.” God then separated the light from the darkness and a poll of 68% of the
angels declared this to be a good thing.
On
the second day God separated the waters from the earth. God raised his arm and
created the sky. Facebook created a chat room to discuss this.
On
the third day God created dry land. The dry land God called earth and the water
was called the sea. MSNBC reported the phenomenon was seen by 33% of the other
gods as a risk which was not sustainable.
On
the fourth God placed the sun and the moon in the sky separating the night and
day. Fox reported this as fake news claiming it was an illusion created in Hollywood.
On
the fifth day God declared swarms of creatures would emerge from the waters and
birds would occupy the air. A poll was immediately taken by Gallop to see how
many angels were upset by this violation of their air space.
On
the sixth day God created every kind of animal to roam the earth. Then God
said, “Let us make humans in our own image.” That afternoon humans recorded their
initial thoughts on newly established twitter accounts.
On
the Seventh day God unplugged his phone, canceled the newspaper, turned off the
TV, and rested. (stop)
The
fourth commandment might be my favorite. That may seem strange because Sunday
is the one day of the week I do everything but rest. Of course Doug Wood is
quick to remind me I play a lot of golf the other six days.
In
our tradition, Sabbath is celebrated on Sunday.
Recently the faithful have been heard to grumble about those who engage
in other activities on Sunday morning. Our battle cry is, “Remember the good
old days when the churches were full and all of us had to suffer through a
twenty five minute sermon.” But now children play baseball on Sunday morning
and no one gives it a second thought. Families engage in projects around the
house on Sunday morning and no one feels guilty. Today folks do anything they
can on Sunday morning to forget the past six days. Maybe we Christian who have worked so hard to
preserve the Sabbath we have forgotten why it was declared sacred?
In
the beginning of the development of Judaism, the Sabbath was a day of rest. It
was the day designated to escape the daily grind and remember that from the
beginning God declared without recreation there could be no re-creation. The
Hebrew’s identity was created in the midst of slavery. They were exiles in both
Egypt and Babylon. They knew firsthand what it was like to be confined by a
captor who cared little for their welfare. So once a week, they remembered a
God who rested. They remembered a God who cared. They remembered the God who had
rescued them and they remembered this God expected them to care and if
necessary rescue those around them. If you are enslaved seven days a week you
will never look up and notice the plight of your neighbor. But if on the
seventh day you rest, and remember, and praise God, it is amazing what you will
see.
History
tells us that when the Hebrew people returned to Jerusalem they went through
centuries of creating rules and regulations concerning what could and could not
be done on the Sabbath. They institutionalized their holy day. People started
worrying so much about what they couldn’t do they forgot why Sabbath keeping was
so important. By the time Jesus arrived he kept getting in trouble with Sabbath
laws. If someone was hungry on the Sabbath he fed them. If someone was sick he
wasn’t going to wait until the following day. Proper behavior on the Sabbath
was to hide out at home, be miserable, and anxiously wait for the sun to set.
Then they willingly put their shackles on and prepared to go back to work.
We
read these stories in the New Testament and we laugh at how strict the Jewish
laws had become. How quickly we forget our Blue Laws. Did you know Blue Laws were
created in the 1640’s in England because Cromwell declared folks were having
too much fun on Sunday? The descendents of Cromwell, many of them Presbyterians
brought this tradition to the colonies where it became universal law. Blue laws
existed into the 20th century until professional sports captured the
imagination of a vast majority of the American public. Once professional sports
began to be played on Sunday and heaven forbid, beer sales were legalized to
support the games, the blue laws lost their hold on society. Then even folks who
had no interest in the Boston Red Sox or the Washington Redskins wondered why
folks went to church in the first place.
We had set rules and regulations on how to observe the day. But we
forgot why the day was so important? What about a refresher course.
Remember
the Sabbath. It is no accident that this is the fourth commandment. The first
three commandments declare YWHW to be God above all others. God gave us life.
God gave us purpose, but we are so quick to forget all this because we are easily
enslaved by our jobs, our cell phones, social media, or a hundred other things
that dominate our lives. The Sabbath was created so we might pause and REMEMBER
who we are and whose we are. We can only do this when we put all those other
things down and purposefully rest, purposefully remember, and purposefully give
thanks to the one who gave us life. Then our mind and heart is released. Our
eyes recognize the folks around us and we boldly proclaim, “I care for them. I
will treat them with dignity. I will protect their lives and their property. I
will utter the truth to them and try not to envy their new BMW sitting next to
my eight year old Toyota.
Sabbath
is where memory and observance merge. We remember the goodness of God and we
give thanks. We remember the sacredness of our neighbors and we vow to be
better neighbor. When we remember, we rediscover the beautiful world God
originally imagined.
Institutions
that enslave us hate joyful communities. Think of all those things that divide and
isolate us. When we were growing up
nothing could destroy our world quicker than gossip. Now our kids are enslaved
by social media. When we were young adults no one imagined loving going to work
every day. But no we are warned if we don’t work 24/7 someone can be found who
will. How healthy was that? Today we are
living the good life yet we aren’t we still enslaved by worrying about what
will happen tomorrow.
On
the seventh day God rested. God rose above the burden of being The Creator and
said, “I need to kick back and remember why I’m doing this in the first place.”
Are we so different
from God? Don’t we need a day to refresh our souls? Don’t we need an hour to
share a few memories from yesterday, or perhaps even 2,000 years ago. Perhaps we
need to sing, “Bless the Lord O my Soul.” Perhaps we need to pray, “Thank You.”
Perhaps we need to re-invite others celebrate a moment without chaos and
darkness. Let’s reclaim the Sabbath. Let’s drop all the old rules. Let’s just
try to keep the Sabbath……. restful. Imagine
what a gift that could be. Amen.
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