Pentecost IX - Lynn Campbell

In the name of the one God, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Amen.

Have you ever read a story, one that you have read many times before, and have a character pop out at you as if that person had never been there before? You wonder how you never noticed the significance of the person’s actions in all the many times you read the same words? Well, that is what happened to me when I read the Gospel for today. A character I barely noticed before jumped off the page and demanded my attention.

“There is a boy here”, Andrew told Jesus, “who has five barley loaves and two fish. But what are they among so many people?” Imagine this young boy. Thousands of people gathered on the grass along the side of the Sea of Galilee. Thousands of people who are far from home, who have been draw together by this man who brought healing to the sick. They come without food and without money. Seeing the people, Jesus asked Philip, “Where are we to buy bread for these people to eat?” Philip, being ever practical, looked around and calculated in his head that not even 6 months wages would be enough to give each person a taste of bread. No, not possible to feed this group. Andrew also looked around, assessed the need in relation to the resources he has found among those gathered and came to the same conclusion. No, not possible to feed this group. The need is too great. Yet we have this young boy, quickly passed over by the disciples, not even named in this story, this young boy offers the little he has brought with him. In the face of huge need he offers what he has. 5 loaves of bread and 2 fish. How have I not noticed this boy before?

He has changed the way I view this miracle story. The number of people in need doesn’t daunt him With a hopeful heart (and maybe a healthy amount of naïveté), he simply offers to the community what he has. And in Jesus’ hands, his small offering, becomes enough to feed more than five thousand people. This simple meal becomes a feast.

It seems to me that the miracle isn’t just that two thousand years ago Jesus multiplied the bread and fish, it is also the actions of this boy. That makes this story also about a miracle that can continue to happen today.

What if he had kept this food to himself? What if he was overwhelmed by the great need around him and didn’t think to offer his gift? What if he kept his food to himself, fearing if he gave it up he would be left with no food for his journey. But he didn’t allow fear or insecurity get in the way, rather he opened the possibility for miracles to happen.

When I’m faced with great need, I know my temptation is to think that my small gift can’t make a difference. I wonder if that ever happens to you? Sometimes I think we are tempted to say that the gifts God has given us aren’t enough. We hold back because we think what we have to offer won’t make a difference, or it isn’t perfect enough yet, or we are scared there won’t be enough left for ourselves. Holding back doesn’t serve anyone. Holding back doesn’t give Jesus the opportunity to work in and through us. We see this morning that amazing and astounding things can happen when we place what we have into the hands of Jesus.

We don’t have to look far to see this truth in our own lives. I was reminded of it this past Thursday when I attended the worship service at the Crossing. The crossing is a church community housed at the Cathedral that truly welcomes everyone. It is filled with people who spend their lives on the margins of society. These women and men, many who thought there was no place for them in church, many who had given up on God, found a community in which they can be fed at the altar and be sent out as agent of God’s love in the world. This all started 7 years ago when the Rev. Stephanie Speller, their lead organizer had an idea of a different way of being church. She gathered some young adults together to imagine what this could look like. They never could have dreamed of the successful ministry that now exists. What if Stephanie or those she gathered looked at the spiritual hunger around them and decided it was just too great? If they had looked into their hands and said, we don’t have enough or let’s wait until we have our plan perfected, hundreds of people would not have been touched by the loved of God and this life-giving and life-changing community would not have been born. By placing what they did have in the hands of Jesus and in service of the community, their gifts multiplied, people were fed, and Christ Jesus was made known.

Or we can think about Circle of Hope, an organization that now serves hundreds of homeless and poor people in Boston. This organization that has helped so many people started with a few donations in the garage of a Christ Church parishioner. Imagine if she or the leaders who followed her looked at the number of people in need and did nothing.

These are just two examples but I bet if we pulled this group together we would have as many examples as there are people in this chapel. We can trust the words written by Paul in his letter to the Ephesians, “now to him who by the power at work within us is able to accomplish abundantly more than we can ask or imagine, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus to all generation, forever and ever.”

The invitation in today’s Gospel reading is to be like the boy who gives what he has in order that all can be fed. No matter how insignificant it might seem to us we can trust that in the hands of Jesus, great miracles can happen, much more than we can ask or imagine. Great abundance is possible.

Amen.

Pentecost VI - Charles Dale

From the Gospel according to Mark: “Is not this the carpenter, the son of Mary and brother of James and Joses and Judas and Simon, and are not his sisters here with us? And they took offense at him.”

In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.

Do you ever hear a song that you can’t get out of your head? For me, the last time was a few years ago and the song was “One of Us” by Joan Osborne. Do you remember it?

What if God was one of us? Just a slob like one of us?
Just a stranger on the bus trying to make his way home.

This song is full of questions - questions that, if you think about them seriously, do not have easy answers.

If God had a name, what would it be?
And would you call it to His face if you were faced with Him in all His glory?
What would you ask if you had just one question?

Well, this first question is interesting in a couple of ways. The Bible makes a pretty big deal out of the name of God. In Exodus, chapter 3, we read:

But Moses said to God, "If I come to the Israelites and say to them, 'The God of your ancestors has sent me to you,' and they ask me, 'What is his name?' what shall I say to them?" God said to Moses, "I AM WHO I AM." He said further, "Thus you shall say to the Israelites, 'I AM has sent me to you.'" God also said to Moses, "Thus you shall say to the Israelites, 'The LORD, the God of your ancestors, the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob, has sent me to you': This is my name forever, and this my title for all generations.

In Hebrew, the name of God is written with four letters, יהוה (yodh he waw he). This is referred to as the tetragrammaton, and is pronounced in English as “Yahweh” or “Jehovah”. I know people who never write this out, even in English. They write G-d instead. This is to avoid all possibility of using the name of God in vain. As you may know, my wife is Jewish, and I’ve been to quite a few Jewish services over the course of our 31+ years together. Something that strikes me about many of the Jewish prayers is that they begin with the words, “Baruch atah Adonai elohaynu melech ha'olam...”, which means “Blessed are you O Lord our God, King of the Universe...” Two things about this are worth noting - there’s no mention of Yahweh, even though we translate it as “Lord our God”. The word “Adonai” is literally “Lord” and the rest is understood. And even “Adonai” is not written out. It is abbreviated as יי (yodh yodh). As it has been explained to me, the Jewish faith holds God as the unapproachable, omnipotent, omniscient Creator of Everything, whose name is so holy that humans dare not even speak it.

Compare that, for a moment, with the name that Jesus taught us to use - “Abba”, which is often translated as “Father”. But it’s even more personal than that. If you grow up speaking Hebrew as Jesus did, the first words you learn are most likely “imah” and “abba”, so perhaps we could get a better sense of them as “mommy” and “daddy”, terms of endearment from a young child to his or her loving parents.

Wow. Talk about contrasts. So, which is it? The unutterable, unknowable Immensity? Or the loving Papa? I think it’s both. As Christians, we grow up saying the Lord’s Prayer - “Our Father, who art in Heaven...”, but I think we would also do well to hold on to a bit of “Baruch atah Adonai elohaynu melech ha’olam...”.

I think Joan Osborne gets at this by inviting us to consider how we would address God if (and here it should really be “when”) we come face to face with Him in all His glory. It makes me shudder just to think about it.

And, what would you ask if you had just one question?

One question? Really? I have too many to count. Think for a moment. What would you ask? Why are we here? What happened before the beginning of the universe? Why is there so much suffering in the world? Why do we have to die? What is the meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything? Are we the only intelligent beings in all of Creation? Why is the mass of the Higgs boson 125.3 GeV? But I digress... Philosophy, Science and Religion have all tried to answer these and countless other questions throughout human history. Just one question? I wouldn’t know where to begin. The good news, I suppose, is that I am certain that when we come face to face with God, we will have all the answers we could ever hope for. Perhaps this earthly life is, in part, our opportunity to learn the questions.

If God had a face what would it look like?
And would you want to see if seeing meant that you would have to believe
in things like heaven and in Jesus and the saints and all the prophets?

Again, we read in Exodus, chapter 33:

Moses said, "I pray thee, show me thy glory." And [God] said, "I will make all my goodness pass before you, and will proclaim before you my name 'The LORD'… But," he said, "you cannot see my face; for man shall not see me and live." And the LORD said, "Behold, there is a place by me where you shall stand upon the rock; and while my glory passes by I will put you in a cleft of the rock, and I will cover you with my hand until I have passed by; then I will take away my hand, and you shall see my back; but my face shall not be seen."

I’m pretty sure that Joan wasn’t reading Exodus when she wrote this song, or else it would have read, “And would you want to see if seeing meant that you would die?” Yikes! I’m guessing her song would not have been nearly as popular...

But when God entered the world, everything changed. God showed us His face – the face of Mary’s son, the face of a carpenter, the face of a slob like one of us. And what of the people who saw Jesus face to face? In a way, they did die. Their old lives were ended and they were reborn! Jesus was not someone you could go visit once a week for a nice chat. He said, “Follow me”, and they dropped everything – EVERYTHING – and followed him.

The people in today’s Gospel reading who took offense weren’t stupid and they weren’t evil. They simply couldn’t fathom how this guy could possibly be the King of the Universe. In fairness, it wasn’t until after the Resurrection that most of Jesus’ closest friends and followers came to fully realize who and what He was. God – the creator and ruler of all time and space – became a human being – one of us. “What if God was one of us?” God is one of us! Alleluia!

So come to the table! Come with love for Abba, the Father. Come with awe for Adonai, the Lord and King of all creation. Come with thanksgiving for Jesus, who became one of us so that we all might be saved. Meet Him face to face in all His glory and be changed forever.

Amen.