Our Saviors

 

Our Savior’s Lutheran Church

Camdenton, MO

Pentecost Proper 14, Year C

 

I.  “Have no fear”.  Jesus says it so many times in the Gospels,
          especially in his resurrection appearances.  Every time
          an angel appears to someone in the Bible…it’s the same
          story:  “Fear not!”.... Shepherds, Mary, Joseph… It seems
          whatever the story of Jesus may be…birth, ministry, death,
          His coming again….The first word that needs to be spoken
          into the  world is this:  “Have no fear…fear not…do not
          be afraid.”
 
A)        Is that really the biggest problem with humans…
that we are afraid?  Are we constantly shaking
in our boots and cowering in a corner?  If so…
no one would ever do anything daring…or heroic…or noble….or sacrificial.
 
B)        Jesus didn’t have to say:  “Don’t be cowards”…
            that doesn’t seem to be our problem…but
            fear?   Yeh…I think that is a problem.
             It’s not the run shrieking kind of fear…but
             it is that sort of diffuse…indescribable fear
             that is the part of the human condition.
 
II.  Now, you’ve all heard of phobias…almost irrational fears. 
         Someone fears high places…so they never go out where
          they might see a tall building.  When I was about 8, I
           remember a phobia I had as a result of having been
           ill with pneumonia.  It had taken be so long to get well
           again, that I would leave the parts of the bread of my
           sandwiches lie which I had touched with my hands.
           I wasn’t going to take a chance on ingesting any bad
           germs again and risk going through that sickness ordeal
           again.  Well, thank God…I grew out of that one.
 
 
 
 
 
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A)      People, however, do not outgrow their posture of fear
         toward life and the world…and it is this same kind of
         diffuse…irrational fear.  We could have a terrorist
         attack at any moment.  Someone might break into my
         home and steal my goods and injure my family.
         We might have war on more than one front in
          the near future.  I could get a fatal diagnosis                       tomorrow.    We don’t have any logical
          confirmation that these things will happen…
          But somewhere, down deep…we fear that they
          could  happen!
 
B)      Jesus again talks about this anxiety in terms of the
way people act it out.  Last week, he talked about
 a man who tried to fend the “wolves” of destruction
  from the door by amassing all kinds of things to
  insulate himself against the threat of want.   Jesus
  continues that theme in today’s story.  He identifies
  our need to “protect” ourselves by latching on to
  things and possessions as an absence of faith…
  and encourages his hearers instead to make purses
  “that do not wear out” and fill them with treasures
   that do not rust or that are not subject to theft…Things
   that are riches stored up with God in an eternal
   Kingdom.
 
III.               So if fear is desperately trying to cover your backside against every danger and threat…then what is the
alternative to fear that Jesus urges upon us?
 
A)        The lesson from the letter to the Hebrews is
         an extensive treatment of the idea of faith…
          but I do not think that faith is the opposite of
          fear…Luther wisely instructed that it is natural
          for humans to have faith…
 
 
 
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                                   faith is nothing more than to trust in something…
                      and that which we trust ultimately to “save” us
                      then becomes our God…whether health, or wealth,
                      or politics…whatever we trust ultimately is our
                       ultimate good.  But, as we have so often seen…
                       this often turns out to be a misplaced faith in
                        impotent “gods”.  When we feel out of control...
                                      we “grab” on to things that make us feel less
                                      anxious, or more in control.  Some of these
                                      things do not help... they actually cause us harm.
 
 
                                     So, faith can be misplaced....it can sometimes feed                                      our sense of insecurity and fear when betrayed. 
                                       Arms will fail us...money can fail us...drugs and
                                       other self-medication will certainly fail us.
 
                                     No, I would rather say that “hope” is the thing
                        which casts out fear.    
 
B)        What is this hope…and how does it fit in?  Remember where we began?  “Have no fear, little flock…for it is the Father’s good pleasure to give
you the Kingdom.”   Jesus says that fear need not
 have power over us…even when we feel fearful..
and why?  “It is the Father’s pleasure to give us
 the Kingdom”.  Jesus enjoins us to banish fear..
 because we have the promise of our Father God
 that our destiny is safe in Him…now and into
 all realms of the future.  God first gives us a
 promise…we put trust in Him, that His promises
 are true and not some cruel joke…and this trust,
 or faith, should we say…produces hope.
 
 
 
 
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IV.                The author of Hebrews uses many examples to spell out how this works.  He talks about Abraham and Sarah…and  how a son, Isaac, is finally given in fulfillment of God’s promises… yet, even though Abraham and Sarah have the gift of a son, they still do
not have the land they were promised when they left
Haran…in fact this promise remains unfulfilled in large
part for two generations…and the patriarchs of God’s
promises live in tents like resident aliens with no green
card.   Some might call this no hope at all.
 
 
A)        So, what does this tell us?  In an instant
gratification culture, it may tell us that God
does not deliver quickly enough to hold his
market share… but to Abraham and Sarah,
who receive the promises of God, it was an
opportunity to trust those promises, and to
continue in hope that God’s good purposes
for us are secure in God’s own good time.
That is a tough kind of faith to have…and
it is hope that has to look down the road a
long way…and we might confess, yes, it is
a hope that must hope against hope.  There
is never a resting place...and always an
opportunity for worry and care to gobble up
our hope.  To be human seems to always be
just facing trouble...or being in the middle of
trouble...or just coming out of some trouble.
 
B)        It takes a lifetime…maybe more to get this
                hope/ faith thing right if we ever do.  Methodist            preacher William Willimon confessed as he   reflected on today’s lessons that he was sure he                
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                was not able to fully trust God’s promises.  He             felt his heart sink as so close to retirement, he
                watched his investment dollars evaporate
                in the roller coaster of what we today call
                the market.
         It is so hard to trust in God whom
         we do not see as clearly as a spreadsheet
         which we can definitely see and quantify.
 
V.  Perhaps we only realize how sure the promises of God are
           when we are going through the fires of testing.  I would
           say that Willimon was running into a situation that
           betrayed some of the common idolatry to physical
           security that we all share…but when the chips are
           really down…then we seem to see that those big three
           that Paul spoke of:  “faith, hope, and love” are really our
           anchors.
 
A)        I think a lot these days about my chaplaincy
          experiences with members in the hospital,
          at hospice, elsewhere.  Maybe it is because
          I have recently been on the other side of the
          hospital bed myself…maybe it is because
          of my mother’s rapid decline as we have
                had to transition her to skilled care…but I have
          thought a lot about how  faith, hope, and
          love are burnished in these places.
 
                A family from Memorial Lutheran Church,
         Nevada, Iowa, my second parish, had gone         through the tragic loss of their 3 year old son                just before I had become their pastor.  It seems the little guy had gotten into some of his        mother’s medication which had caused him to    slip into a comatose state.
         He was revived, but had experienced enough
          oxygen deprivation that he would have to
          rebuild some of his brain function, including
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                 breathing without a respirator.  He actually
          had fought his way back....   But, one night
          in Methodist hospital in Des Moines, he pulled   out the respirator tube.  For some reason, the                alarm did not sound,    and so he slipped back       into coma…all that therapy, progress…and hope….lost.
 
           On the last night of the little boy’s life, his                              father remembered looking out and seeing the
            lighted cross on the dome of 1st Methodist
            Church.  He turned to his son’s bed and
            said:  “Adam…you just rest with God and
            Jesus…and everything will be all right.”
 
           This angered his grieving wife who partly
            blamed herself for the boy’s condition.
            “How, she screamed,…”can everything
               be all right?  How can you say that?”
 
                                                      I’ll never forget her husband’s reply:
                                 “I can, because God said so…and I
                                     believe him.”
                          It took some years for them to heal…well…you
                             never heal completely…but they picked
                             up their brittle marriage…they had another
                              child…and they each year helped lead
                              a retreat for middle school kids of our church                                                                    on death, dying, loss, and hope.  They told                                                            Adam’s               story…and shared how faith is the                                                      assure of things hoped for…the conviction of                                                               things not seen.
                                B)  This last week, our children were here with us for
                                                a couple of days.  There is not exactly trouble
                                                in the family...but just enough issues to keep
                                                us a little ill at ease around each other for
                                                a long period of time.   Our daughter is making
                                                her way and trying to figure out the future...
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                                                It is sometimes difficult to reach my son who
                                                seems to my heartbreak to be off in his far
                                                country somewhere where I cannot really
                                                find him.   We spent a significant amount
                                                of time with my mother who now barely
                                                recognizes these grown “water babies”
                                                whom she so lovingly tended every summer
                                                here at their lake place.   How sad as frail
                                                humans to think of all we have lost...and
                                                to so fear the future!
                                                And yet,
                             how wonderful to share the faith that God’s
                             promises are true… that he has indeed
                             in God’s own good pleasure given us the
                             blessed Kingdom now and in the future, and
                             that this faith and hope makes it possible for
                             us to do what fear can never do…to truly see
                             each other…truly reach out to each other…in
                             love.  Some people think that the marital bed
                              is a place for great and deep expressions of
                              God’s love embodied in humans….no,
                              sometimes I think it is around the hospital
                              bed, and other places of crisis, loss, or pain,
                               that this otherworldly gift of love comes
                               through. 
 
                                                    I saw a moment of recognition
                                                    pass between the large goth-ringed hand
                                                    that held the delicate hand of grandma...
                                                    and her other hand that stroked gently
                                                     the face of the hulking grandson.  Love
                                                     so amazing...so divine...casts out fretting
                                                     and fear and brings us peace!
So…no matter what comes…remember  have no fear, little flock
 for in His good pleasure, the Father continues to give you the Kingdom!   AMEN.