Monday, June 11, 2018

Spirit, Spirit, who's got the Spirit (or, who has seen the wind ... lately?)

Reading: Mark 3:19b-35

Jesus is causing a stir.  Only 3 chapters into the Gospel and he is breaking religious and social rules left, right and centre.  He is forgiving sins as though he is a priest, creating an alternate kingdom-community that includes all kind of riff-raff, ignoring traditional religious practices, and doing things that normally aren't done on the sabbath and in synagogue.

The people love him, and he empowers twelve of his followers to start doing more of the same kinds of things that he is.  The leaders are understandably alarmed, and the religious teachers and some of their friends who have influence with the Jewish court and the Roman military begin to talk about how they can put an end to Jesus.

In the midst of this, he makes a visit back home.  



It was Convocation Day at McMaster University.  One of several that spring, this one for the Faculty of Arts.  Hordes of graduating students and proud parents were on campus celebrating the young scholars’ success and hard-won achievements.  Great day to be on campus and feel like part of the McMaster family.

In the Bookstore students were making last-minute purchases.  Parents were buying gifts for their children and souvenirs for themselves.  At one register parents lined up to help pay off their children’s outstanding accounts, because the rule was no student could graduate – couldn’t go up on stage when their name was called and be given their degree along with their classmates, if they had any outstanding debt to the University.

And the line had stopped.  Two parents were there to pay off the thousand dollars or so still owing on their child’s account, and they didn’t have either VISA or Mastercard, that much cash, or a  cheque book.  All they had was a Diners Club card which wasn’t on the list of companies the University dealt with. 

The parents were distraught.  The cashier was sorry.  The manager was called, and as soon as he heard the problem, he thanked the cashier for calling him, turned to the parents and said, “Everything is fine.  Just let me jot down the number on your card, if you don’t mind, and we’ll take care of it.”  He wrote down the number, printed out an invoice of their child’s outstanding account, hand-wrote “Paid in Full” at the bottom of it, signed and dated it, and gave it to the parents, who then, able to breathe again, moved on to rejoin their young scholar and celebrate the rest of the day.

The University never recovered that money.  And at the next meeting of Student Affairs managers, the Vice-President of Student Affairs, the Bookstore manager’s boss, told the story and happily commended the Bookstore manager for a job well done.  She said she hoped all her other managers would act with similarly selfless and sacrificial service of others in the name of the University when the need and opportunity arose.

In this story, I wonder, is the Vice-President of Student Affairs kind of like God, and the Bookstore manager like Jesus, knowing what God would want done in the situation, and just doing it regardless of the rules?  Is this a story of the kingdom of God and of what the good will of God for life on Earth looks like in the nitty-gritty of daily life?  Especially, how it sometimes requires a certain carelessness about the rules?

Jesus got into trouble for not worrying about rules that the gatekeepers of his day thought were important – rules that helped define the people of God, and made clear who was and who was not part of the family of God.  Like who is forgiven, or can be healed and included in the circle, who cannot or should not, and who has authority to do it.  Like who the right people are, and who you need to be careful not to be identified with.  Like honouring and obeying the old rituals and practices, and not doing  things on the Lord’s Day and in God’s house that everyone knows you just shouldn’t.

Not that Jesus didn’t know the rules.  Nor that he went around willy-nilly breaking them just for the fun of it.  But he knew an authority higher than the rules.  He knew the rules were provisional, and at times just have to be ignored in order to obey that higher authority.  Which is Love.  Which is simply the outpouring, in-gathering, forgiving, healing, lifting-up Love of God.

And each time he did it, it kind of made sense as an exception to the rule.  Hardly noticeable and certainly forgivable in the grand scheme of things.  But as he went on, in situation after situation, his behaviour became like the thin edge of a wedge.  The exceptions added up.  Until it was clear that he was not just making exceptions to the rule, but challenging the rules themselves.  He was questioning the whole system and suggested that the way the family of God had come to be identified was no longer adequate or helpful.

Some people got it, and started following him.  Some got it so deeply that he named them disciples and empowered them compatriots in the kingdom of God.

What others got, though – what the religious experts, ministers, priests and gatekeepers of the establishment got, was in a snit, then into a Giant Upset, and then into a huddle to see what they could do together to put a stop to this kingdom of God nonsense, this Spirit-blowing-where-it-will kind of trouble in the places that they were in charge of.

And that happens – that tension between the kingdom of God and the institutions of the people of God, that conflict between the freedom and creativity of Spirit and the rules that we try to live by, and make sense of life by.

Sad thing is that even when Jesus went home maybe just to get a little relief from the controversy and the strain, he found his own family really didn’t get it, either.  They were glad to welcome him home; who doesn’t want their own personal Jesus?  But they were not so happy at the kind of Jesus he had become, and that he had outgrown the limits of their rules and the simple, self-enclosed life they wanted to be able to enjoy together.

“Why do you have to do stuff like that, Jesus?  Why cause such trouble?  Can’t you just do what we’ve always done?  And be happy?”

Among the people of God, and even in the most intimate family of God, is there always this tension between where we come from, what we have always been, and the rules and routines that define us on one hand, and on the other, where we are called to go, what larger family we are called to grow into, and how careless we sometimes have to be about the rules we used to think were so important?

I think of the United Church of Canada, 93 years old today.  In its beginning, there was real, Spirit-ual excitement about being part of a new movement in God’s story of the church as the three founding denominations crossed lines that had been ruled between them, and they learned to be together.  But there was also a less Spirit-ual protectiveness and fear that was being expressed. 

At that time Canada was changing.  The West was being settled with waves of immigrants flooding the Prairies.  Many of the immigrants were East European.  And Catholic.  Which made the Protestants – small, struggling and divided, suddenly afraid the bigger and better-resourced Roman Catholic Church would be taking over the Canadian landscape.  So Church Union – the pooling of Methodist, Presbyterian and Congregationalist resources to compete with the Catholics, was their way of trying to keep Canada the way they liked it, of keeping the rules straight and the national family the way set.

To the UCC’s credit they got over that, and we’ve followed Jesus and been open enough to Spirit to grow in the Sixties into advocates of social justice for all, regardless of religious identity and rightness, and today the United Church spares no expense in serving the needs and acting as friend to the First Nations, to the LGBQT community, to Muslims and people of other religious traditions, to the poor and disadvantaged anywhere, to victims of disaster, and to Earth itself as a holy creature of God.

But the tension is always there, and today in our re-structuring of the United Church, making our structure simpler, more stream-lined and more cost-efficient, it’s an honest question we’ll need to keep asking ourselves – how much this is about making ourselves more open to Spirit, more free to follow Jesus, and more able to act out the kingdom of God, and how much it’s about just trying to survive, keep ourselves afloat, and hang on to what we have left of what we once were.

And with our own church here.  For a few months now Church Council has begun looking at our congregational vision, mission and goals, and at stewardship and commitment to our mission.  And that tension is here, too: on one hand, there’s a natural desire to be doing this to save ourselves, survive as a congregation, and be able to stay what and where we always have been; and on the other, a real desire to follow Jesus, be open to the life and power of the Spirit, and be led beyond what we have been, to be part of what God is doing, or wanting to do, in Winona today.

Like Jesus, the disciples, the people around him, and the people against him we work it out as we go – what to do, what to do no more, what rules and routines to hang on to, and what rules and routines to let ourselves be careless about, and even let go of in the name of a higher authority – that authority that is the outpouring, in-gathering, forgiving, healing, lifting-up love of God – the authority that leads us into selfless and sacrificial service of others in the name of God.

And what advice does Jesus give?  Only this: don’t go against the Holy Spirit, he says, or it won’t go well for you.  Don’t reject, and don’t speak ill of anything the Spirit is moving people to do.   

Which means, of course, that the Spirit is here – in there.  And there – out there.  And that Jesus has every confidence we are able as a community of disciples, to learn to open ourselves to the Spirit, and to discern together where this Spirit is leading.

And isn’t that good news?  Thanks be to God.

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