Sunday, March 26, 2017

Lent 4 sermon--the man born blind



Lent IV 2017  “Deep in the old man’s puzzle….”


          I want to share with you a short passage from Robertson Davies novel, Fifth Business. An elderly French Jesuit named Blazon is talking to a Canadian teacher and writer named Dunstan Ramsey. Ramsey has just asked Blazon how he can be a holy man after just having consumed a whole chicken and a whole bottle of wine at dinner. Blazon then replies. Listen:
          “Listen, Ramezay, have you heard what Einstein says?—Einstein, the great scientist, not some Jesuit like old Blazon. He says: ‘God is subtle, but He is not cruel.’  There is some sound Jewish wisdom for your muddled Protestant mind. Try to understand the subtlety, and stop whimpering about the cruelty. Maybe God wants you for something special….
          “….I am quite a wise old bird but I am no desert hermit who can only prophesy when his guts are knotted in hunger….I am deep in the old man’s puzzle, trying to link the wisdom of the body with the wisdom of the spirit until the two are one….you cannot divide spirit from body without anguish and destruction.”

          “I am deep in the old man’s puzzle,” Father Blazon said, “trying to link the wisdom of the body with the wisdom of the spirit until the two are one.”

          Today’s gospel lesson is so long and complex—more like a short story than the normal readings—that we could spend hours together teasing out all the subtleties of the healing of the man born blind.  There obviously isn’t time to do that. We all have places to go and things to do. So, cutting to the chase, I want to spend a few minutes with you “deep in the old man’s puzzle”, wrestling with the wisdom of the body and the wisdom of the spirit and how the two are linked together and one.
          The story begins with blindness of the body: Jesus and his disciples encounter a man born blind—so his blindness is genetic, on the level of DNA, not because of some illness or accident. He was blind in the midnight of the womb and wrapped in double darkness until that moment when Jesus gives him new eyes and “first sight”.

          The story ends with the “spiritual blindness” of the Pharisees. Their souls dwell in the double darkness of their rigid, unenlightened adherence to a Law that makes no sense and their blindness to the miracle and wonder of Jesus’ power and authority over the Sabbath, over all things.

          Jesus says: I came into this world for judgment so that those who do not see may see, and those who do see may become blind.
          Some of the Pharisees who heard his words asked Jesus: Surely we are not blind, are we?
          If you were blind, Jesus tells them, you would not have sin. But now that you say, “We see,” your sin remains.

          We are deep in the old man’s puzzle, trying to link the wisdom of the body and the wisdom of the spirit until the two are one.

          Here’s something to notice and remember: in John’s gospel, Jesus always speaks of SIN, in the singular, not the plural, SINS. 
          When John the Baptist sees Jesus coming, he says: behold the lamb of God who takes away the SIN of the world!  John says ‘SIN’ not ‘sins”.  Sin, in John’s Gospel, does not refer to actions we do that we should not have done or to actions we didn’t do that we should have done.  “Commission” and “Omission”—the way the church refers to those two categories of “sins”—isn’t what John’s Gospel is referring to. It is not our individual “sins” that Jesus comes to “take away”; rather, it is SIN itself.
          One way of looking at “sin” is to see it as a state of being—THE STATE OF BEING SEPARATED FROM GOD.  
          Separation from God—being out of touch with God, alienated from God…alone and empty—that is “the Sin of the World.”
          Just as Blazon longs to link the wisdom of the body to the wisdom of the spirit until the two are one; in just that way, Jesus longs to link humankind to God until the two are One.
          And old hymn from my childhood goes like this: ‘O, how marvelous, O how wonderful, is my Savior’s love for me….”
          Jesus offers us “first sight” and new eyes. Jesus offers us the ability to see—see clearly, see truly, see through our separation from God…our Sin…until we see God face to face. Oh, how marvelous! Oh, how wonderful!
         
          God is subtle, but He is not cruel.
          Einstein’s insight points us to the “wisdom” of the story of the man born blind.  Jesus speaks of “blindness” and “sight” as if the wisdom of the body and the wisdom of the spirit WERE ONE.  To the man born blind he gives his own saliva, mixed with dirt into mud, applied to his eyes and washed away by the waters of the healing pool named “SENT.”  The man who had never seen is given both the sight of the body and the sight of the spirit.
          Do you believe in the Son of Man? Jesus asks him.
          And who is he, sir? The man replies. Tell me, so that I may believe in him.
          You have seen him, Jesus tells the man with first sight, and the one speaking with you is he.
          Then, seeing with both his eyes and his heart, the man says to Jesus, Lord, I believe. And he worshipped him.
          Oh, how wonderful….Oh, how marvelous….

          How, in our lives, are we like the man born blind? How, in our lives, have we come to see—not with our eyes only, but with our hearts?
          And how, in our life, are we like the Pharisees? How, in our lives, are you and I  bound and rigid and blind because you and I are tied to the limitations of the past, of our upbringing, of our culture, of our prejudices, of our resistance to “the New Thing” God would do for us?

          You see, we are deep in the old man’s puzzle, you and I. We are struggling with the wisdom of the body and the wisdom of the spirit and we long to link them together until they are one.  God is subtle, but God is not cruel.
          The subtlety of God has to do with “how to SEE” and how to find first sight, new eyes.
          There is a story I would tell you. Then I would invite you into a few minutes of silence, deep in the old man’s puzzle, to wrestle with what is Broken and what is Whole…with body and spirit…with sight and blindness…with seeing the Face of God.
          My story is this: Once there was a very old and very wise Rabbi. He was sitting by the river with his three young, energetic disciples just before dawn.
          One of them, there in the last moments of darkness, said to the rabbi: Master, when is there enough light to see?
          He replied: Tell me what you think…
          One said: There is enough light to see when you can tell the young lambs from the young goats as they play in the field across the river.
          The Rabbi replied: No, that is not enough light to see.
          A second disciple said: There is enough light to see when you can distinguish the trees from the fog in the early dawn.
          But the Rabbi answered: No, that is not enough light to see.
          A third student took his turn: There is enough light to see when you can see the leaves on the trees across the river and know which is a myrtle and which is an olive.
          The Rabbi said, as before: No, that is not enough light to see. And he grew silent for a long time.
          There is enough light to see, the rabbi finally said, when you can look into the face of any human being and see the face of God….

          We are deep in the old man’s puzzle. Let us pray for enough light to see.




Saturday, March 25, 2017

Forgiveness (again)

It only took me 2 hours (35 minutes of which were on the GW bridge) to drive from Teaneck, NJ to Cheshire today. Almost no traffic on the HH parkway, the Cross County, the Hutch and the Merritt. None of that makes sense to people who don't live in the North East, but it is like DNA important stuff to New Englanders!

We had 33 or34 folks in the Forgiveness workshop in Teaneck. An amazing group of folks looking for transformation.

Forgiveness is--one in the same time--very, very hard work and as easy as willing to say so.

The Mastery events I help lead are all about the distinction between 'change' and 'transformation'. This workshop--the first time I've led it--is no different. We all long for 'changing things' and change is almost impossible.

Transformation is falling off a log easy except you have to clear away so much stuff--really heavy, painful stuff--to stand in an opening for possibility.

I think most of the people in today's workshop shed tears and most of them had a breakthrough into a 'future' they create rather than a 'future' determined by the past.

Scary stuff--freedom.

And you should give it a try....

No kidding.


Thursday, March 23, 2017

Hope springs etern....well, at least annually

I did my job tonight, leading a book group for the Cluster churches though I missed the first half of the WVU-Gonzaga sweet 16 game.

It was 30-30 at half. And West Virginia lost by just 3, after a couple of chances to tie it under a minute with 3 point shots that went a-rye.

Lordy, Lordy, almost beating a team that only lost one game all year.

Almost is the operative word.

Alas and alack.

Wait until next year.....

Just wait....


Wednesday, March 22, 2017

The Fake President

The Wall Street Journal....let me emphasize that THE WALL STREET JOURNAL...one of the most conservative and Republican friendly newspapers in the world...said that President Trump, in his consistent refusal to retract and apologize for his tweet that President Obama illegally wire-tapped Trump Tower, is in danger of being 'the fake President'.

This is not MSNBC, the Washington Post or New York Times (God bless them all!) it is the Wall Street Journal.

In our short time through the 'looking glass' in Trump World, left is up and right is North and South is 'over there' and East is on the other side of that.

It is really, profoundly, frighteningly confusing about what is TRUE and what is 'Alternative Facts' and what is 'Fake' and what is just 'made up' out of whole cloth.

God bless the Wall Street Journal (though I've never, as a left-win nut--probably socialist--imagined saying that.)

If some real challenge to Trump's competence is to be mounted, it must come from conservative sources, not the Left.

A crack in the dam?

One can hope and pray, beloved.

Hope and pray.....


Monday, March 20, 2017

Spring has sprung???

Today is the vernal equinox. The sun passed over the equator today (or the earth tilted so it seemed to) and will now for six months spend most of her (I think of the Sun as feminine, though that's usually the moon--but I'm a white man feminist!) time hanging around up here in the Northern Hemisphere while the Southern Hemisphere goes through Autumn and Winter.

It's the first day of Spring!

Always a dangerous claim in New England which is well known for messing up Spring big-time. But I'm holding on to the hope.

The sky was painfully blue all day and sunlight was abundant off the snow, requiring sun glasses big time. And it was warmer, warmer by a big.

Hope springs eternal for Spring here in the Nutmeg state. (How dumb is that, compared to 'the Sunshine State', 'the Mountain State' or even our New England neighbor's 'the Granite State'?)

I hope and pray it's true that Spring is here....

But in my over 30 years in Connecticut, I've seen Easter snows a few times....


Sunday, March 19, 2017

Forgiving...

I'm working on getting myself ready to lead a workshop on "Forgiveness" for the Mastery Foundation in Teaneck, NJ next Saturday. It's a new, one-day workshop that's only been done once and I didn't help lead that one.

But here's the thing: since I've been prepping on Forgiveness, 'forgiveness' has shown up over and over in my life. Most of the moments are with people I serve as priest and not to be shared. But one, just for me, came yesterday.

I realized I needed to forgive my dog, Bela, for getting old.

He's an annoying dog--being a Puli and stubborn as hell itself--but I love him so that normally I can handle being annoyed.

But recently, because he has trouble jumping in my car and dislikes going up and down the steps in our house and seems to forget how to get on our bed, I've been really impatient with him.

Well, he's 12--an advanced age for a dog--and I'm angry with him for getting old and need to forgive him.

Plus, his age, I believe, reveals my own to me. I'll be 70 in April. I'm of the "live fast, love hard, die young' generation. How did I get to be 70!!!

So, Bela's limitations simply illuminate my own, especially since I had knee surgery at the end of last September and have been limited in so many ways for so long.

So, I need, also, to forgive myself for aging.

Forgiveness is showing up in my life left and right as I prepare to lead a workshop of that name.

Imagine that!

I'm not surprised, actually.

When you're 'creating' a possibility, stuff flows into the space you create.

Really.


Saturday, March 18, 2017

oh, sweet sixteen...

WVU's men's basketball team beat Notre Dame by double figures today to advance to the Sweet 16.

(For non-sports-nut readers--the NCAA tournament begins with 68 teams, then eight of them play to make up the 64. After one game by each of the 64, there are 32 left. Win one more game and you are part of the Sweet 16--the last 16 teams left in the tournament. Got it?)

What makes it even sweeter is it was Notre Dame they dominated to get there.

People sometimes ask me during college football season, "who are you rooting for today?"

I always answer: "West Virginia and whoever is playing Notre Dame!"

I hate Notre Dame. It's not (I hope) a religious intolerance (I am Anglican and N.D. is Roman Catholic school, after all) but just that Notre Dame has a certain arrogance and swagger in college athletics that offends my Appalachian, 'gosh, I'm just a mountain boy' mindset.

Did you know that at Notre Dame's football stadium you can see over one of the goal post ends of the stadium, a depiction of Jesus on another building with his hands in the 'orants' position--how some priests, Episcopalian and RC hold their arms out from the shoulders and forearms at a 90 % angle while celebrating the Eucharist. Notre Dame faithful call that depiction 'touchdown Jesus'.

Well, I don't think I even need to break that down....

Only problem is WVU will play Gonzaga in the Sweet 16. The Zags, as they are know by basketball nuts, have only lost one game all year.

But hope springs eternal in Mountaineer land. It always does, no matter how may crushing disappointments we endure.

Appalachian 'gosh, I'm just a mountain boy' world view is, ironically, always full of hope and expectation.

Given the state of West Virginia in general (leading the country in per capita drug deaths, one of the 3 poorest states, voted a larger % for Trump than almost any state) that's always surprising--the hope and expectation part of my psyche.

And, it's there.

Go figure.

And "Go Mountaineers!!!"


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