Noah and the Good Shepherd

Two very familiar Bible passages today; the story of Noah, 

and Jesus’ teachings about being the Good Shepherd;

I think in some ways the two stories may be connected.
But let’s look at them in chronological order!

The story of Noah is so familiar as to need no introduction!
We all know how God thought that the world he had made was so very wicked that he wanted to destroy it and start again from scratch.
But as Noah and his family were good people, he decided to save them,
and, while he was at it, to save the animals and birds,
as they’d done nobody any harm.
And so Noah was told to build the Ark, and he built it
and took two of every sort of animal, and maybe even seven pairs of the “clean” animals, and so on and so forth.
We know the story.
But is it true?

The extraordinary thing about Noah’s flood is that almost every ancient culture has its flood story.
There’s a theory that it’s a folk memory of the Black Sea being formed when the waters burst through the Bosphorus.
Or it’s possible that the flood myths came from people finding seashells and so on far inland.
Nobody really knows,
but we do know that in prehistoric times some areas that are now under water were dry land, and vice versa, as the world has changed.
It might be a folk memory of sea levels rising catastrophically after the end of the last Ice Age,
when all the waters that had been bound up in the glaciers melted
and many communities were submerged forever,
including the submerged country known as Doggerland, in the North Sea,
dating back as recently as ten thousand years ago,
when Britain was joined to the Continent by more than an undersea tunnel!

But whether there was a real Noah, and a real Ark, who knows?
I don’t know whether there would ever be any proof of the sort that would satisfy archaeologists but does it matter?
There are truer truths than historical truth!
As someone once said, everything in the Bible is true;
some of it even happened!

What matters about the story of Noah isn’t details like whether there was only one breeding pair of each sort of animal, or seven pairs of some
(the story isn’t very clear on that, as though two accounts have got mixed up,
which is quite probable);
it doesn’t even matter how the fish and sea-birds survived,
and what Noah did about the insects and the kinds of animals that people haven’t even discovered yet!
What does matter, of course, is what the story has to teach us.
Is there anything we can learn from a story that was old when Jesus walked on this earth?

I think there is.
I think this story can tell us a lot.
Perhaps not so much about God’s character –
do we today really believe in a God who would capriciously destroy the world?
On the other hand, of course, we are told at the end of the story that God promised never to do such a thing again,
which we can remember every time we see a rainbow.
There’s a children’s song on the subject which finishes “Whenever you see a rainbow, remember God is Love”.
Which is actually no bad thing to do, of course.

But I think the story, appropriately enough for this time of year, is about resurrection.

Whatever happened, it is obvious that there was a terrific cataclysm, and much, if not all, of the known world was destroyed.
And yet God rebuilt it.
The world survived.
God used Noah and his family, so we are told, to repopulate the earth.
God used the animals, birds and insects that had been stored in the ark to rebuild the ecology, and the world was raised from what must have seemed to be the end of everything.

Historically speaking, I suppose, this must have happened lots of times throughout the earth’s lifetime;
we are told of cataclysm upon cataclysm,
asteroid strikes that may have disposed of the dinosaurs;
ice ages that may or may not have destroyed humanity,
but in any case made life difficult for it:
plagues, wars, pandemics, earthquakes, floods, droughts and so on.

But we never expected to be confined to our homes for over a year!
We knew there would be plagues,
but we didn’t expect them to impinge on our lives!

The world isn’t designed to be stable and concrete.
Change, often cataclysmic change, is the only constant.
“Nothing’s sure,” they say, “Except death and taxes”.
The Bible teaches us that one day this earth will come to a final conclusion,
and there will be “A new heaven and a new earth” and, one gathers, permanent bliss.
Well, that may well be so, but meanwhile we have this life to live first,
a life in which things can change as quickly as someone flies halfway across the world and brings a virus into the country.

But there is always resurrection,
always renewal.
Most of us, I expect, have met with the risen Christ one way or another;
we believe in the resurrection or we wouldn’t be here.
We know the risen Christ,
and we know, because of Christ, that life goes on.
And we can experience that, as Noah and his family experienced it, in our own lives.

I don’t mean just life after death –
although, as St Paul says,
we’re going to look extremely stupid if that doesn’t happen –
but also resurrection in our lives here on this earth.
Jesus said, after all, as we heard in our Gospel reading,
that he came so that we could have life and have it abundantly, to the full,
and I’m sure he didn’t just mean “pie in the sky when you die”.
Sometimes, if life is particularly difficult,
that may be all we have to cling on to,
the hope that one day there will be a better world.
But other times, who knows,
a better life may be just round the corner.
We are beginning to emerge, tentatively, from lockdown and we hope that this time they won’t have to impose it again, but who knows?
Who knows what will happen tomorrow, even?
Realistically, only God knows. But God does know!

Maybe we will be allowed to come properly out of lockdown; to stay with our friends and families, to go to big parties, if that is what gives us pleasure, or to travel! Maybe. At the moment, only God knows.
The Government has plans, but they could be foiled.

Resurrection happens, and we see the proof of it even here in London as the spring brings out the blossoms and the leaves and the spring flowers.
Noah and his family came out of the Ark into a changed world,
but one where they could make a new start,
grow their families and their crops,
their flocks and their herds,
and build a life for themselves and their descendants.
They had been, as it were, raised from death.

Of course, they had been given a place of safety.
Noah had, we are told,
been given very detailed instructions on how to build the ark –
incidentally, if he had built it to the dimensions given, it would have been about the size of one of today’s larger bulk oil carriers!
And he trusted God,
and carried out the work as he had been told,
because he knew how to recognise God’s voice.
And Jesus reminds us how important that this is.
“The shepherd calls his own sheep by name and leads them out.
When he has brought out all his own, he goes ahead of them,
and the sheep follow him because they know his voice.”

Jesus reminds us of the need to know his voice so that we don’t go off at a tangent, following the wrong leader.
I know that sometimes we worry about this,
being scared that we are going to get things wrong,
but honestly, if we are serious about being God’s person,
I don’t think it’s very likely.
If Jesus is the gatekeeper, the door, then he’s not going to let us go off at too many tangents, or not for long!
There’s a lovely passage in Isaiah that was one of the first I learnt when I became a Christian:
“And when you turn to the right
or when you turn to the left,
your ears shall hear a word behind you, saying,
`This is the way; walk in it.'”

“This is the way; walk in it”.

We sometimes complain that we don’t hear God’s leading very clearly,
at least, not as clearly as, for instance, Noah seemed to.
But there are so many instances when we can turn round and say,
“Oh, there God was leading me!”
even if we didn’t see it at the time.
We’ve probably all known those times.
And often, they have led to times of resurrection for us –
but it is only when we are experiencing the resurrection that we can see how God led us.

Noah and his family had to spend six weeks on the ark before it was safe to land,
so we are told.
But when they landed, they found the land had been raised from death to new life.
They saw how God had led them.
And we, too, see how God has led us,
raised us,
protected us,.

Jesus said “I am come that they may have life, and have it abundantly”.

Abundantly. In all its fullness.
Let’s trust God for that fullness,

or, if life is too painful to do that right now,

let’s just trust him for the touch that can call us back to life again.
Amen.

Children of God

 

I thought that today, for once, we wouldn’t look too closely at the Gospel reading,
as Luke’s account of Jesus’ appearance to the disciples after the Resurrection
is very similar to the account in John’s gospel,
which I expect you looked at last week.
We certainly did at Brixton Hill!

The only thing I will point out is that Luke says Jesus actually ate with them –
ghosts, after all, don’t eat!
So that particular detail is, for the gospel writer,
just another proof that Jesus really was raised.
He wasn’t just a ghost;
he wasn’t just a figment of their imagination.
He ate some fish –
and there’s the dirty plate!

You may have read the first chapter of this letter from John last week, too.
I want to focus on the passage we read today, in a minute.
It isn’t quite a letter, is it –
it’s more of a sermon.
He doesn’t put in the chatty details that Paul puts into his letters,
nor the personal messages.
Nobody seems to know whether it was really the disciple that Jesus loved that wrote the Gospel and this letter,
or whether it was someone writing as from them, which was apparently a recognised literary convention of the day.
But have you ever noticed that right at the very beginning of the letter, or sermon –
hey, let’s just call it an Epistle and have done –
right at the very beginning, he says:

“We write to you about the Word of life, which has existed from the very beginning.
We have heard it, and we have seen it with our eyes;
yes, we have seen it, and our hands have touched it.
When this life became visible, we saw it;
so we speak of it and tell you about the eternal life which was with the Father and was made known to us.”

In other words, the writer, too, claims to have seen, known and touched Jesus!

But to today’s passage.
“See how much the Father has loved us!
His love is so great that we are called God's children –
and so, in fact, we are.”
“See how much the Father has loved us!
His love is so great that we are called God's children –
and so, in fact, we are.”

We are God’s children!
You know, when you come to think of it, that’s a pretty terrifying concept.
People tend to think of themselves as serving God, or as worshipping God.
But to be a child of God?
That’s a whole different ball-game.
After all, if we worship God or serve God,
that doesn’t necessarily imply that God does anything for us in return.
But if we are God’s children?
That’s different!
That implies that God is active in caring for us,
in being involved in our lives,
in minding.

Many of us here this morning have had children of our own.
And all of us have been children!
Perhaps some of us didn’t have very satisfactory childhoods,
or our parents weren’t all they should have been.
The model of God as Father isn’t helpful to everybody, I know.

But I still want to unpack it a bit, if I can, as I do think it’s important.
We are all children of God, so we are told.
We are not servants.
We are not just worshippers.
“Children” implies a two-way relationship.

Actually, it almost implies more than that.
It implies that God does the doing;
we don’t have to.
No, seriously, think about it a minute.
I have a daughter –
she’s grown up and married now, of course,
but for eighteen years she lived at home,
and for many of those years she was totally dependant on Robert and me for everything, and her own boys are on her and her husband –
for food, for clothing, for education, you name it!
And babies need their parents even more than older children do.
Until they are about two or three, they can’t even keep themselves clean, but have to have their nappies changed every few hours.

Parents look after their children.
Quite apart from the seeing to food, clothing, education and so on,
it’s about the daily care –
seeing to it they get up and so on.
All the things we need to remind them to do or not do each day:
Have you washed your hands?
Have you cleaned your teeth?
Put your shoes on.
Put your coat on.
Pull your trousers up, please.....
Don't bite your nails!
And so on and so forth.
But it is, of course, because we care for and about our children,
and want them to grow up to be the best possible person they can be.

And parents do this because they love their children.
Ask any new parent –
all those sleepless nights,
the pacing up and down, the nappies, the lack of sleep –
and yet, they are delighting in that precious baby,
and will show you photographs on the slightest provocation.
And that is just how God feels about us!
Pretty mind-blowing, isn’t it?

And yes, God does want us to grow up to be the person he designed us to be.
And sometimes that will involve saying “No” to us,
as we have to say it to our children.
“No, you mustn’t do that;
no, you can’t have that!”
Not to be mean, not because we are horrid –
although it can feel like that sometimes when you’re on the receiving end –
but because it is for their best.
You can’t let a child do something dangerous;
you can’t allow them to be rude;
they can’t eat unlimited sweets or ices.... and so on.
When my elder grandson was about five, he once said, with a deep sigh, when reminded that sweets weren't very good for him:
“Is anything good for me?”
And the same sort of thing with us.

God loves us enormously and just wants what is best for us.
And because we are, mostly, not small children, we tend to be aware of this, and allow Him to work in us through the power of the Holy Spirit.

John goes on to comment about sin and sinfulness.
It is rather an odd passage, this;
we know that we do sin, sometimes, because we are human.
And yet we know, too, that we are God’s children and we abide in Him.
Yet John here says nobody who sins abides in God.
If he were right, that would mean none of us would, since we are all sinners.

But then, are we?
I mean, yes, we are, but the point is, we are sinners saved by grace, as they say.
God has redeemed us through his Son.
We don’t “abide in sin” any more.

St Paul tells us that when we become Christians, we are “made right” with God through faith in his promises.
I believe the technical term is “justified”, and you remember the meaning because it’s “just as if I’d” never sinned.
However, we also have to grow up to make this a reality in our lives.
That’s called becoming sanctified, made saint-like.

One author described it like this.
Suppose there was a law against jumping in mud puddles.
And you broke that law, and jumped.
You would not only be guilty of breaking the law,
you would also be covered in mud.
My grandsons seem to have spent most of lockdown rolling in the mud in Epping Forest, according to their mother, and they do seem to enjoy getting filthy!
Anyway, when you are justified, you are declared not guilty of breaking that law –
and being sanctified means that you wash off the mud!

So we no longer abide in sin, but are we washing off the mud?
That’s not always easy to do –
the temptation to conform to the world’s standards can be overwhelming at times.
We all have different temptations, of course;
I can’t claim to be virtuous because I don’t gamble,
since gambling simply doesn’t appeal to me!
But I am apt to procrastinate, and can be horrendously grouchy at times, particularly when stressed.
And I am very prone to self-pity.

These lockdowns have been stressful for all of us, I think, and many of us have found it all too easy to get cross at the slightest provocation.

And even now there is light at the end of the tunnel, we know we’re not out of the wood yet – we could easily still be locked down again.
Look how all Lambeth residents have been told to get a PCR test because there have been a few cases of a variant of the virus –
and we are all supposed to get two lateral flow tests a week, too,
though quite why those of us who have been vaccinated must do so escapes me.
But the point is, it’s stressful, and I’m finding it all but impossible to make plans more than a couple of days in advance.
And I know I’m not the only one to have found it all very difficult –
I’ve had it easy, of course;
I’m retired, so I haven’t had the worry about a job;
I live within a few metres of a large supermarket, so shopping hasn’t been an issue, and so on.
But even still, I can’t pretend it’s been easy, and there have been times when I’ve had to cling on to the fact that my relationship with God depends far more on God than it does on me!
But once, some years ago now, I posted a very self-pitying status on Facebook – can’t remember now what I said.
But a couple of posts down on my feed, someone had posted “Cast all your cares on Him, for he cares for you!”
So I laughed, deleted my status, and tried to do just that.
But you know, and I know, that it’s not always easy!

And, of course, there are those who have not said “Yes” to God,
who perhaps have no idea of doing so.
In this model, they are not God’s children –
but that doesn’t mean they are not loved!
Indeed, God so loved the world that he sent his Son while we were still sinners, so we are told.
God loves the worst and most horrible person you could imagine,
just as much as he loves you or he loves me.
Even terrorists.
Even paedophiles.
Jesus died for them, too.
Just as he died for you, and just as he died for me.

And we, we are Children of God.
We are God’s precious Children.
We are not just servants of God.
We are not just worshippers.
We are children.
And the Risen Christ calls us his friends. Amen.

Thoughtful Thomas

 

“Thomas, thoughtful though tentative, thinks through terrific tidings – takes time to trust – then, totally transformed, travels teaching truth.”

Thus a clergy friend of mine meditated on a statue of St Thomas in the church of St Thomas and St Andrew, Doxey, Stafford.
I think it is a very good summary of our Gospel reading for today which, as every year, tells Thomas’ story.

The disciples are together, hiding from the authorities, in the evening of that first Easter Day when the Risen Lord appears to them, and reassures them.
And then Luke tells us that Cleopas and his wife come racing back from Emmaus to tell them that they, too, had seen Jesus.

But Thomas wasn’t there.
We don’t know why, but he missed it.
And he isn’t inclined to believe the others,
thinking they must be deceived in some way.
Well, you can understand it, can’t you?
If it seems too good to be true, it probably is.
If it were true, it would indeed be terrific tidings –
but people don’t just come back from the dead!
Not even the dear Teacher.
Once you’re dead, you’re dead, thinks Thomas.
How can you come back to life again?
Surely this was wishful thinking on the part of the others?
Surely a group hallucination?
Surely they were mistaken, weren’t they?
Weren’t they?

Thomas remembers the last couple of years,
since he started being one of Jesus’ disciples.
How they had travelled together, quite a large band of them,
with a few women who saw to it that everybody had something to eat
and at the very least a blanket at night.
There was the time he had gone off with Matthew, on Jesus’ instructions, to preach the Good News,
and they had had such a great time.
And then it had all gone sour,
and Jesus had been arrested, tortured, and crucified.
But they were saying he was still alive?
Not possible, surely.
It couldn’t really be true, could it?
But then, there had been those miracles, people healed –
the time his friend Lazarus had died,
and Jesus had called him to come out of the tomb, and he had come.
Or when that little girl had died, only Jesus had said she was only sleeping.
Or that time when….
Thomas goes on remembering all the times Jesus had healed the sick or done other miracles.
But then, he couldn’t be alive, could he?
And so on, round and round, on the treadmill of his thoughts.

This goes on for a whole week.
It must have seemed an eternity to poor Thomas,
with the others, although still cautious and hiding from the authorities –
indeed, some of the fishermen were talking of going back to Galilee and getting the boats out;
safer that way –
the others, still cautious, yet fizzing and bubbling that the Teacher was alive!

A whole week.

A week can feel like eternity, sometimes.
I know when the lockdowns first started, over a year ago now,
each week felt like an eternity.
I think it’s as well we didn’t know it would go on for over a year –
and, of course, if things go pear-shaped again, it’s possible that restrictions will either not be eased on schedule or else will be reimposed.
But a year ago we had no way of knowing that,
and a week seemed like forever.
And I don’t know about you, but I certainly wondered where God was in all this!

Many of us had the virus, and some, sadly, have lost loved ones to it.
Some people have barely left their homes for a year,
and even though they’ve now been told it’s safe, as long as they are careful,
they are still reluctant to do so.
I personally am finding it absolutely impossible to make plans of any kind lest they have to be cancelled.
Even though more and more of us have been vaccinated –
and please, do get the vaccination if you’re offered it, it’s well worth it –
still find it hard to believe we’ll be free again one day.

Where is God when you need him?
We want to see God’s face, to hear the reassurance that all will be well and all manner of thing will be well.
We want the reassurance that God is truly there and hasn’t abandoned us.

We have learnt new ways of being Church;
did you notice how many people logged on for the Maundy Thursday and Good Friday Zoom services?
Given how many people were sharing logins, it was well over a hundred people!
Far more than would ever have come to a Circuit service if they had to go out.
While it’s wonderful to be together again, even with restrictions,
I hope that some services, and some meetings, will continue to be held via Zoom.
We’ve also learnt to livestream our services,
and to post the recordings so people who don’t want to come to church,
or who can’t come for any reason,
can still join us in worship.
God has been there, leading us and teaching us over the past year.
But it hasn’t always been easy to see the next step.

But you see, Thomas shows us that this is okay.
He had to wait a whole week until the risen Jesus came to him to reassure him –
and a week can be a very, very long time!
But that’s okay.
We don’t have to get immediate answers;
we don’t have to feel better at once if we are taken ill;
we do, perhaps, have to be very patient and keep remembering hands, face, space and fresh air.

For Thomas, it took a week.
That’s why we remember him on this day each year –
Low Sunday, I was taught to call it –
as it’s the anniversary of the day when Jesus did come to Thomas.
The disciples were still hiding from the Jewish authorities –
they could easily have been picked up, arrested, and crucified in their turn.
And this time, Thomas was with them.
He was still doubtful, still not convinced –
but Jesus came, specially for him.
“Here, touch my scars, touch my side –
it’s true, I’m alive, you can trust me!”
And Thomas’ immediate response was to fall down in awe and worship.

And he was totally transformed.
His doubts all fell away, as if they had never been.
He knew Jesus forgave him for having doubted,
just as he was to forgive Peter for having denied he knew him,
just as he would have forgiven Judas for having betrayed him,
had Judas been in any condition to receive that forgiveness.
Thomas was forgiven and transformed.

As we, too, can be.
You know this and I know this, but sometimes it feels as though that knowledge is only in our heads,
we don’t absolutely know it with all of us.
Except when we do –
and then we wonder how on earth we ever doubted,
why we don’t always believe with our whole being.
We have all had those mountain-top experiences, I expect –
and we have all had our times of doubt and even disbelief.
It seems to be normal and human.
Thomas certainly didn’t believe that Jesus had been raised;
it took a special touch from our Lord himself to convince him,
as it sometimes does to convince us.

And Thomas was totally transformed, from doubter to staunch believer.
And, what’s more, he then travels, teaching truth.

We have nothing in the Bible to tell us what may or many not have happened to Thomas after his encounter with the risen Lord.
But there are various traditions,
most notably that he went to India and founded the church there.
They say he was martyred in Chennai in about AD72, having lived and worked in India for over twenty years, and some sources say his remains were brought back to Edessa, in modern Syria, although others think he was buried in India.

Even today, almost two thousand years later, there are Christians in India who trace their faith history back to Thomas’ ministry.
How much of this is factual, and how much tradition, we don’t know.
But given that so many Christians in India,
Orthodox, Catholic and Protestant,
all trace their faith back to him leads me to suspect there might be something in it.

But whatever the truth, we know that Thomas travelled, teaching the truth about Jesus,
teaching, as did many of the other apostles, proclaiming the Risen Christ,
witnessing that he had actually seen and spoken to him,
being filled with God’s Holy Spirit to proclaim the Kingdom of Heaven.
He was totally transformed from the doubtful, worried disciple of that first Easter Day.

Most of us have been following Jesus for many years now.
We too have been transformed,
probably gradually over the years,
to be more like the people we were created to be,
the people God designed us to be.
We, too, proclaim our risen Lord, not only –
probably not even primarily –
in words.
And like Thomas, we sometimes take time to tentatively think through terrific truths, and we take time to trust.

And Thomas shows us that this is okay, as long as we don’t stop there.
As long as we can accept that our first views may be wrong, and allow God to heal and transform us.
And then, my friends, along with Thomas we too will be teaching the truth.

“Thomas, thoughtful though tentative, thinks through terrific tidings – takes time to trust – then, totally transformed, travels teaching truth.”