Extravagance, revisited

 A rewrite of an old friend!

It seems a very long time since I was last able to give a party, or even to invite someone round for coffee – I keep dreaming I’ve been able to, and then wake up and find it was only a dream! I can’t even remember when I last gave a big party, although I’m sure I had a couple of lunch parties in 2019!

But one of the things about parties, or weddings, or any other big event that you’re hosting, is worrying whether you have enough food and drink – to the point that, very often, there is far too much! I do know we got it right when it came to buying the sparkling wine for our daughter’s wedding, all those years ago, but I also remember worrying lest we should, perhaps, have got another case…. As it turned out, there was plenty – we were even able to take a couple of bottles home with us!

But it seems to have been very far from the case for that poor host of the wedding at Cana we have just read about. As I understand it, back in the day wedding feasts lasted two or three days, and a host would expect to have enough food and drink to cater for the entire time. But something had gone badly wrong here. We don’t know what had happened, or why – only that it had. Such embarrassment – the party will be going on for awhile yet, but there is no wine.

But among the wedding guests were a very special family.
Mary, the carpenter's widow from Nazareth, and her sons.
Cana isn't very far from Nazareth, only about twelve miles,
but that's quite a good day's journey when you have to rely on your own two feet to get you there.
So it's probable that either the bride or the groom were related to Mary in some way,
especially as she seems to have been told about the disaster with the wine.

And then comes one of those turning-point moments in the Gospels.
Mary tells her eldest son, Jesus, that the wine has run out.

Now, as far as we can tell, Jesus is only just beginning to realise who he is.
John's gospel says that he has already been baptised by John the Baptist,
which implies that he has been out into the desert to wrestle with the implications of being the Messiah –
and the temptations which came with it,
and John also tells us that Simon Peter, Andrew and some of the others have started to be Jesus' disciples
and had come with him to the wedding.
But, in this version of the story, Jesus hasn't yet started to use his divine power to heal people and to perform miracles,
and he isn't quite sure that the time is right to do so.
So when his mother comes up and says “They have no wine,” his immediate reaction is to say, more or less, “Well, nothing I can do about it!
It isn't time yet!”

His mother, however, seems to have been ahead of Jesus for once, on this, and says to the servants, “Do whatever he tells you!”
And Jesus, who was always very close to God,
and who had learnt to listen to his Father all the time,
realises that, after all, his mother is right
and the time has come to start using the power God has given him.
So he tells the servants to fill those big jars with water –
an they pour out as the best wine anybody there has ever tasted.
As someone remarked, right at the fag-end of the wedding,
when people are beginning to go home and everybody has had more than enough to drink, anyway.

I don't suppose the bridegroom's family were sorry, though.
Those jars were huge –
they held about a hundred litres each, and there were six of them.
Do you realise just how much wine that was?
Six hundred litres –
about eight hundred standard bottles of wine!
Eight hundred.... you don't even see that many on the supermarket shelves, do you?
Eight hundred.... I should think Mary was a bit flabber-gasted.
And it was such good quality too.

Okay, so people drank rather more wine then than we do today, since there was no tea or coffee, poor them, and the water could be a bit iffy,
but even still, I should think eight hundred bottles would last them quite a while.
And at that stage of the wedding party, there's simply no way they could have needed that much.

But isn't that exactly like Jesus?
Isn't that typical of God?
We see it over and over and over again in the Scriptures.
The story of feeding the five thousand, for instance –
and one of the Gospel-writers points out that it was five thousand men, not counting the women and children –
well, in that story, Jesus didn't provide just barely enough lunch for everybody, quite the reverse –
there were twelve whole basketsful left over!
Far more than enough food –
all the disciples could have a basketful to take home to Mum.

Or what about when the disciples were fishing and he told them to cast their nets that-away?
The nets didn't just get a sensible catch of fish –
they were full and over-full, so that they almost ripped.

It's not just in the Bible either –
look at God's creation.
You've all seen pictures of the way the desert blooms when it rains –
look at those millions of flowers that nobody, for a very long time, ever knew were there except God.
Or look at how many millions and millions of sperm male animals produce to fertilise only a few embryos in the course of a lifetime.
Or where lots of embryos are produced, like fish, for instance, millions of them are eaten or otherwise perish long before adulthood.
And millions and millions of different plant and animal species, some of which are only now being discovered.

Or look at the stars!
All those millions upon millions of stars, many with planets, some with planets like our own that may even hold intelligent life.....
God is amazing, isn't He?
And just suppose we really are the only intelligent life in the Universe?
That says something else about God's extravagance in creating such an enormous Universe with only us in it!
Our God is truly amazing!

Scientists think that some of the so-called exoplanets they have been discovering lately might contain life, although whether or not that would be intelligent life is not clear, and probably never will be.

So how did God redeem such beings, assuming they needed redemption? We know that here, his most extravagant act of all was to come down and be born as a human baby – God, helpless, lying in a makeshift cradle fashioned from an animal feeding-trough. Having to learn all the things that human babies and children have to learn. Becoming just like us, one of us, knowing what it’s like to work for his living, what it’s like to be a condemned criminal and to die a shameful death!

But God, God who could only allow Moses the teeniest glimpse of his glory, or he would not have been able to survive it, and even then his face shone for hours afterwards, this God became a human being who could be captured and put to death.

You know, sometimes I think the main function of the church is to help us cope with God. Perhaps the church, quite unwittingly, limits God, or, like Moses, we’d not be able to handle it. St Paul prays that we might know “what is the immeasurable greatness of his power for us who believe, according to the working of his great power. God put this power to work in Christ when he raised him from the dead and seated him at his right hand in the heavenly places, far above all rule and authority and power and dominion, and above every name that is named, not only in this age but also in the age to come. And he has put all things under his feet and has made him the head over all things for the church, which is his body, the fullness of him who fills all in all.”

The Church, which is His body. And yet we – we the Church – are so bad at being His body. We limit God. We tell God what to do. We tell God who God may love, and who is to be considered beyond the pale. We judge, we fail to forgive, we withhold, despite the fact that Jesus said “Do not judge, and you will not be judged; do not condemn, and you will not be condemned. Forgive, and you will be forgiven; give, and it will be given to you. A good measure, pressed down, shaken together, running over, will be put into your lap; for the measure you give will be the measure you get back.”

And yet we still hold back from God. I don’t mean just money – although we do that, too, despite the promise that if we: “Bring the full tithe into the storehouse, so that there may be food in my house, and thus put me to the test, says the Lord of hosts; see if I will not open the windows of heaven for you and pour down for you an overflowing blessing.”

But we hold back ourselves from God. We aren’t – well, I know I’m not, and I dare say I speak for you too – we aren’t really prepared to give ourselves whole-heartedly to God. After all, who knows what God won’t ask of us if we do? We might even have to give up our lives, as Jesus did! Or worse, perhaps God would say “No thank you!” Perhaps we would be asked to go on doing just exactly as we are doing – how disappointing!

But I wonder if it’s really about doing. Isn’t it more about being? Isn’t it more about being made into the person God created us to be? Isn’t it more about allowing God into us extravagantly, wholeheartedly…. I would say “completely”, but I don’t think that’s quite possible. God is simply too big, and we would be overwhelmed.

Nevertheless, Jesus came, he told us, so that we can have life, and have it abundantly!
Abundantly.
Can we let more of God into our lives, to be able to live more abundantly? It doesn’t feel possible in this time of pandemic, but maybe we could learn what abundant life in lockdown is?
Do you dare? Do I dare? Do we dare? Amen!

The Light of the World

Preached via Zoom

In our Gospel reading today, that great Christmas gospel, the prologue to the Gospel of John, we find this verse: “The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has never put it out.”
“The Light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has never put it out.”

I have been holding very tight on to that verse for the last two months, ever since it sprang into vivid prominence on All Saints’ Day, when we sang “Thou in the darkness drear their one true light”. Jesus is the light of the world. In the darkness, Jesus is the one true light, and the darkness has never put it out.

Jesus himself said, if you remember, “I am the Light of the World. Whoever follows me will have the light of life and will never walk in darkness.”

You see, darkness can’t conquer light! Think about it one moment – you go into a dark room, and the first thing you do is flick a switch to turn the light on! You don’t have to scrub for hours to make the darkness go away. You don’t have to sit and chant or sing or beat yourself up. All you have to do is turn the light on. Or open the curtains, if it’s daylight outside.

Of course, it’s only been for about the past hundred years that we have had that luxury, and in some parts of the world it’s still not the norm. Even when I was a girl, I sometimes visited a house that was lit with gas, rather than electricity. And Robert, growing up in Northern Ireland, remembers his house being lit by oil lamps, known as Tilly lamps, before it was wired up to the electricity supply. The last part of the UK to be wired up to the national supply was Rathlin Island, of the north coast of Northern Ireland, which was only linked in 2005.

But even sixty years or so ago, when Robert and I were children, electric lighting was mostly the norm in the West. By then, there was a national body that governed the production and distribution of electricity, but prior to that, if you weren’t in a big town you had to have a generator to make electricity for your house, as they do in many parts of the world today.

And when you didn’t, or don’t, have a generator, you have to rely on gas, or oil lamps, or candles – or even a “button lamp” where a shred of material is pulled up through a hole in a button which sits on some grease in a pot, and you light the grease-soaked material and it works like a candle. Rush lamps work on the same principle, I believe.

But the point is, no matter what the light source, it is always greater than darkness! It seldom gets properly dark here in London unless there is a power cut, and that doesn’t happen very often. But when it does happen, we only need to find an emergency lantern, or even a tea-light, and we have light of a sort. It’s not, perhaps, enough light to read or sew by, but it’s enough to prevent us from knocking into the furniture. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has never put it out.

That, of course, is why we celebrate Christmas at this darkest time of the year. Jesus’ birthday probably isn’t on 25 December – if the shepherds were out in the fields, it was more probably spring, lambing time, when the sheep and their lambs were at their most vulnerable. But we don’t know the exact date – those who wrote Matthew’s and Luke’s Gospels didn’t think it important enough to record. And it doesn’t matter, anyway – after all, the Queen has an official birthday which is celebrated in June, where her real birthday is in April, and if the Queen can, so can Jesus! The point is, of course, that the ancient pagan festivals that celebrated the turn of the year and the renewal of the light, the fact that the days would now start to get lighter, rather than darker, were merged into the celebration of the coming of the Light of the World. The return of the sun and the coming of the Son….

Think of lighthouses and lightships. They aren’t quite so necessary in these days of satellite navigation, but still useful, to help ships know where they are at sea, and to warn them off rocks and other hazards. But, of course, there were people known as “wreckers”, who would purposely shine lights to lure ships to their doom, whereupon they would plunder the wrecked ship! It was a light in the darkness, but sadly, the wrong light.

Which, of course, brings me to another point about light – Jesus said that we, too, are light. “You are like light for the whole world. A city built on a hill cannot be hid. No one lights a lamp and puts it under a bowl; instead it is put on the lampstand, where it gives light for everyone in the house.  In the same way your light must shine before people, so that they will see the good things you do and praise your Father in heaven.”

Now, of course, some people like to dwell on that verse to make us feel guilty and fearful, and afraid that somehow we are letting Jesus down by not being light, or not being bright enough, or something. But it’s not like that. Jesus is the Light of the World, and if we are indwelt with the Holy Spirit – and if we are dedicated to being Jesus’ people, then we are indwelt by the Holy Spirit – then we will be shining with Jesus’ light. Sometimes we are not very bright lights, but even one candle is enough to drive away the darkness, and when a bunch of candles come together, the light gets brighter and brighter and brighter.

And there are times when our own light seems to flicker despairingly, and that’s when we depend on one another to get through. We will sing no 611 at the end of this sermon, because of the verse that goes:
“I will hold the Christlight for you
in the nighttime of your fear;
I will hold my hand out to you,
speak the peace you long to hear.”

It’s been a long, dark time for many of us, these past nine months, and it’s not over yet. There is light on the horizon – see what I did there – with the news that the Oxford vaccine is going to start being rolled out tomorrow, and I think they hope that by Easter, we’ll be able to be together again. But this time of year, when it is still really dark and although we know Spring will eventually come there’s no sign of it yet, this is the time when people’s mental health is going to really suffer. We’ve been suffering horrendous restrictions for the best part of a year, with only a few weeks’ respite in the summer, and right now it feels as though it’s going to go on forever. And it’s now we need to hold the Christlight for one another, now when we falter, someone needs to be there for us – they probably can’t be actually with us, as that’s not allowed, but they can be there at the end of a phone, or on WhatsApp, or whatever your preferred way of contact is. And similarly, when we falter – and I don’t know about you, but I’m finding it all too easy to falter just now – I know I can rely on you, or others, to hold the Christlight for me.

I imagine there was a bit of a giggle when Jesus said – and quite probably illustrated with gestures – that nobody lights a lamp and puts in under a bowl… although mind you, I have been known to light the torch on my phone and wave it around under the sofa when I’m looking for my crochet hook, which must have a lover or something down there, the way it escapes down there whenever I’m not looking! But that’s different. Jesus knew all about that sort of thing, too, as you may remember when he told the story of the lost coin – the woman who had lost it lit her lamp and took it to all the dark corners of her house to light them up and see if the coin was there.

I wonder what else she found while she was looking for her coin – you know how you so often find something you’d given up looking for when you are looking for something else! But the light also lights up all the nasties that live in the dark corners – the dust and dirt, the dead spiders, all the things we’d really rather visitors to our house didn’t see. I was horrified to notice, the other day, a really dirty stretch of floor in the corridor; we quickly washed it, but I’d have hated someone else to have seen it. Normally that part of the corridor was in shadow, but for some reason it got lit up and we noticed the grime.

And that is what can happen, too, when we let the light of Christ shine into our own dark corners. All the dust and dirt and grime and dead spiders come into full prominence, and all need to be swept away and washed – I was going to say “washed in the blood of the Lamb”, which is a fearful cliché, but for once it’s accurate. We mustn’t try to hide the dark corners from God – I know it’s tempting, because we hate looking at them. But it’s only when we let God in to all the corners that there will be no darkness at all in us.

The Light came into the world, and the darkness has not overcome it. On the contrary, the light has brought light to all of us, and has lit us, too, so that we shine out into a dark world. Let us follow that light, wherever it leads us, and pray that we won’t be lured onto the rocks by the false light of the wreckers, but that, like the Magi of old – for it’s nearly Epiphany, when we celebrate the coming of the Magi – like the Magi, may we be led by the light of God’s shining star. In the words of the old hymn: 

“Lead thou my feet, I do not ask to see
The distant scene; one step enough for me.” Amen.