God's Country

Imagine, if you will, that there is a place you’ve always wanted to visit.
It sounds as though it’s really wonderful –
permanently great weather, fantastic scenery,
lots of great places to visit,
lots of walking, or swimming,
great bars and restaurants,
you name it, this place has it!
And you long and long to go there,
but you don’t know how to get there,
and what’s more, you don’t know anybody else who has been there.
All the things you’ve heard about it are rumour or hearsay.

And then one day someone comes along who very obviously has been there, and he starts to tell you all about it.
But –
oh dear –
it’s not at all what you thought!
Weeds everywhere, attracting masses of birds which could and did eat all the crops!
And the food, far from gourmet, is rotten bread made by women!
And then, he goes on to tell his special friends in private –
but you hear about it later –
the place is so infinitely desirable that people sell all they have to get tickets there!

Well, the place is, of course, the Kingdom of Heaven,
or God’s country,
which Jesus is telling people about.
Unfortunately it seems to be the kind of place that doesn’t go into words very well,
and the parables that Jesus uses to talk about it are,
although we don’t hear it much as we are so familiar with them,
really not what his listeners would have been expecting.

To start with, the mustard seeds –
well, you know mustard seeds.
I expect you use them in your cooking, as I sometimes do.
You can buy the seeds, or you can buy the ground seeds as a powder to make your own mustard –
lovely in salad dressings and cheese sauces –
or you can buy ready-made mustard with or without various flavourings.
I’m sure they used mustard as a seasoning back in Bible times, too –
but it was, and is, a terrific weed.
They do grow it, of course – very pretty flowers, a pale yellow, much nicer than the brash yellow of oilseed rape.
But in Bible times they tended to use the wild plant, because if you cultivated it –
well, it was like kudzu or rhododendrons, or even mint –
you’d never get rid of it!
Nobody would actually go and plant it,
any more than you or I would plant stinging-nettles in the fields.
And, of course, it doesn’t grow into a terrific tree,
never has and never will.
But it does attract birds –
and you don’t want birds eating all your other crops, either!
Yet in God’s country it seems as if you plant mustard and it does grow into a tree, and you actively want to encourage birds, rather than discourage them.

And then the second story is almost worse.
You see, for Jews, what was really holy and proper to eat was unleavened bread, which is what you had at Passover.
You threw out all your old leaven –
we’d call it a sourdough starter, today, which is basically what it is –
and started again.
I remember being told in primary school that this was a Good Idea because you need fresh starter occasionally.
But the thing is, leavened bread was considered slightly inferior –
and the leaven itself, the starter –
yuck!
It isn’t even the bread that is likened to God’s country, it is the leaven itself!
And did you notice –
it was a woman who took that leaven.
A woman!
That won’t do at all!
Again, for male Jews, women were slightly improper –
and who knew that she wouldn’t be bleeding and therefore unclean?
And she hid the starter in enough flour to make bread for 100 people!
She hid it.
It was concealed, hidden.
Not what people would expect from God’s country, is it?

And yet, in the stories Jesus told his disciples privately, a little later, it’s like treasure hidden in a field, and it’s worth selling everything you own just to get hold of that field, and its hidden treasure.
Or the one perfect pearl that the collector has been searching for, and he finds it worth selling the rest of his collection to buy it.
God’s country is worth all we have, and all we are.

It’s all very contradictory.
God’s country is totally not what we might expect.
It’s not a comfortable place –
when Jesus told the story of the lost son, he explained that the son was reduced to looking after pigs, a job which the Jews, then and now –
and Muslims, too, incidentally –
thought was really disgusting.
Perhaps we could think of him as working in a rat farm, or a sewage works.... not a pleasant job, anyway.
And yet the father went running to welcome him home –
and men in that day and age never ran.
The story is taking place in God’s country!

And if we want to be part of it, part of God’s country –
as, indeed, we probably do or we’d not be here this morning –
if we want to be part of the Kingdom of God,
then we need to expect the unexpected.
Someone once said that God comes to comfort the afflicted,
and to afflict the comfortable, and I think that’s very true.
Often we are called to do things we never expected.

What would you think if a group of refugees turned up here one Sunday morning, and asked if you could find a time for them to worship –
but they were Muslim, and had no idea of converting to Christianity.
They just wanted to find a sacred space in which they could pray.
Perhaps they couldn’t find a mosque where they would be welcome, for whatever reason –
maybe there wasn’t one where their own particular style of worship was practised,
or maybe they simply weren’t welcome there for one reason or another.
What if they wanted to join you on a Sunday morning because it was where the worship of God was taking place,
even if it wasn’t in a form they were used to?
Would you welcome them, or would you find their presence intolerably disruptive.

I understand that this very thing happened in a church in the Midlands a few years ago;
the refugees just wanted a place where they could pray, no matter what their faith was.
The minister of the church was all in favour –
of course, come in, be welcome!
But, sadly, the congregation was horrified, and many of them moved elsewhere.
They thought the minister should be there for them, not for these incomers who weren’t even Christians!
But surely the church should be the institution that cares more about those who are not yet its members, or even who never will be its members?
I’m sure that in God’s country we will find that to be the case.

Sadly, though, it’s not surprising that the congregation reacted like that.
Look what happened when the Empire Windrush came over
and the people on it turned up in Church their first Sunday,
only to be turned away.
Not everywhere, of course –
many churches made a point of welcoming immigrants;
Railton Road church, in this very circuit, had a big poster outside welcoming people, and I believe many others did, too.
But in some churches people were turned away, simply because they weren’t “like us”,
God used this for good, of course, and we saw the rise of the Black-led churches which did, and still do, so much good in our inner cities.
But all the same….
I feel ashamed on behalf of those who were turned away!

In God’s country, values are turned upside down.
It’s not the wealthy, the educated, the important who matter.
It’s the poor, the downtrodden, the refugee, the single mum on benefits.
It’s the people who come to the food bank for help,
not those who give out the bags and the coffee!
Remember how Jesus said that at the last day,
he will say to those who did nothing to help “You didn’t help me!”
and will commend those who did help for helping him.

Talking of single parents, do remember, won’t you,
that this can be a very hard time of year for many families –
they might just be able to cope in term time when the children get a meal at school,
but in the holidays they struggle and have need of our food banks,
so do give extra when you can.
As I’m sure you know by now, Brixton Hill now runs a food bank and advice hub every Wednesday,
and it’s also a bit of a social centre where people can sit down for a coffee and a chat.
And donations, in cash or in kind, are always very, very welcome.

I don’t know about you,
but I am not very good at recognising Jesus in the beggar outside Tesco,
or even the checkout operator inside the store.
And yet we know that in God’s country, we are all loved and valued, whoever we are and whatever our story is.
And, as we heard from St Paul earlier:
“Nothing can separate us from his love:
neither death nor life, neither angels nor other heavenly rulers or powers, neither the present nor the future,
neither the world above nor the world below –
there is nothing in all creation that will ever be able to separate us from the love of God which is ours through Christ Jesus our Lord.”

And however disconcerting we may find God’s country, we know that because of that love, it is worth all we have, and it is worth all we are.

Amen. 

God's Country

Imagine, if you will, that there is a place you’ve always wanted to visit. It sounds as though it’s really wonderful – permanently great weather, fantastic scenery, lots of great places to visit, lots of walking, or swimming, great bars and restaurants, you name it, this place has it! And you long and long to go there, but you don’t know how to get there, and what’s more, you don’t know anybody else who has been there. All the things you’ve heard about it are rumour or hearsay.

And then one day someone comes along who very obviously has been there, and he starts to tell you all about it. But – oh dear – it’s not at all what you thought! Weeds everywhere, attracting masses of birds which could and did eat all the crops! And the food, far from gourmet, is rotten bread made by women! And then, he goes on to tell his special friends in private – but you hear about it later – the place is so infinitely desirable that people sell all they have to get tickets there!

Well, the place is, of course, the Kingdom of Heaven, or God’s country, which Jesus is telling people about. Unfortunately it seems to be the kind of place that doesn’t go into words very well, and the parables that Jesus uses to talk about it are, although we don’t hear it much as we are so familiar with them, really not what his listeners would have been expecting.

To start with, the mustard seeds – well, you know mustard seeds. I expect you use them in your cooking, as I sometimes do. You can buy the seeds, or you can buy the ground seeds as a powder to make your own mustard – lovely in salad dressings and cheese sauces – or you can buy ready-made mustard with or without various flavourings. I’m sure they used mustard as a seasoning back in Bible times, too – but it was, and is, a terrific weed. They tended to use the wild plant, because if you cultivated it – well, it was like kudzu or rhododendrons, or even mint – you’d never get rid of it! Nobody would actually go and plant it, any more than you or I would plant stinging-nettles in the fields. And, of course, it doesn’t grow into a terrific tree, never has and never will. But it does attract birds – and you don’t want birds eating all your other crops, either! Yet in God’s country it seems as if you plant mustard and it does grow into a tree, and you actively want to encourage birds, rather than discourage them.

And then the second story is almost worse. You see, for Jews, what was really holy and proper to eat was unleavened bread, which you had at Passover. You threw out all your old leaven – we’d call it a sourdough starter, today, which is basically what it is – and started again. I remember being told in primary school that this was a Good Idea because you need fresh starter occasionally. But the thing is, leavened bread was considered slightly inferior – and the leaven itself, the starter – yuck! It isn’t even the bread that is likened to God’s country, it is the leaven itself! And did you notice – it was a woman who took that leaven. A woman! That won’t do at all! Again, for male Jews, women were slightly improper – and who knew that she wouldn’t be bleeding and therefore unclean? And she hid the starter in enough flour to make bread for 100 people! She hid it. It was concealed, hidden.

Not what people would expect from God’s country, is it?

And yet, in the stories Jesus told his disciples privately, a little later, it’s like treasure hidden in a field, and it’s worth selling everything you own just to get hold of that field, and its hidden treasure. Or the one perfect pearl that the collector has been searching for, and he finds it worth selling the rest of his collection to buy it. God’s country is worth all we have, and all we are.Li

It’s all very contradictory. God’s country is totally not what we might expect. It’s not a comfortable place – when Jesus told the story of the lost son, he explained that the son was reduced to looking after pigs, a job which the Jews, then and now – and Muslims, too, incidentally – thought was really disgusting. Perhaps we could think of him as working in a rat farm, or a sewage works.... not a pleasant job, anyway. And yet the father went running to welcome him home – and men in that day and age never ran. The story is taking place in God’s country!

And if we want to be part of it, part of God’s country – as, indeed, we probably do or we’d not be here this morning – if we want to be part of the Kingdom of God, then we need to expect the unexpected. Someone once said that God comes to comfort the afflicted, and to afflict the comfortable, and I think that’s very true. Often we are called to do things we never expected.

I read an article in the Guardian recently*, about a parish in Stoke on Trent who finds itself called to minister to Muslim refugees, many of whom have found themselves turned away by their local mosques, and some of whom have come to faith in Jesus. But, sadly, the congregation isn’t very receptive to what has been happening. The vicar, the Revd Sally Smith, is quoted as saying “I have had a lot of opposition. Criticism, negative attitudes and trying to undermine the work that we are doing – that’s from the white British congregation.

“I have lost lots of congregation members because of what has happened at the church. They don’t want the hassle and they don’t want the church being messed up. They see the church as having a very definite role and opening the doors to refugees isn’t one of them.

“They expected a vicar’s role to be looking after the people inside the church and one of the insults often levelled at me is: ‘She cares more about the people outside the church than those inside.’ Well, this is what I am meant to be doing and you’re meant to be doing it with me. We should be doing this together.”

Indeed, surely the church should be the institution that cares more about those who are not yet its members! And it’s a great pity the regular congregation has reacted like that. Sadly, though, not surprising – look what happened when the Empire Windrush came over and the people on it turned up in Church their first Sunday, only to be turned away. Of course, God used that for good and we saw the rise of the Black-led churches, which have done so very much good in our inner cities, but even still.

Anyway, another thing I found interesting from the article came a little further on. Again, I quote the minister: “With the mass movement from across the world we have got people of faith coming into secular society and faith really matters to them. And they are not too bothered, as bothered as we may think, about how that faith is expressed.

“In our secular mindsets we have all these great divides from different faiths but what I am finding is that they don’t conform to these divides and they just want to come to a place of worship, whatever that place is – they don’t seem to distinguish as much as we would have expected them to. Our help that we offer is in no way related to converting them. The most important thing for me is for people to be able to pray in our church whatever their faith.”

“The most important thing for me is for people to be able to pray in our church whatever their faith.”

That, to me, sounds like God’s country – doesn’t it to you? Of course, the church works hard to provide basic necessities for the refugees, and I think an awful lot of the burden falls on the vicar, but I imagine that as people become more settled they will be able to help.

In God’s country, values are turned upside down. It’s not the wealthy, the educated, the important who matter. It’s the poor, the downtrodden, the refugee, the single mum on benefits.... Remember how Jesus said that at the last day, he will say to those who did nothing to help “You didn’t help me!” and will commend those who did help for helping him.

Talking of single parents, do remember, won’t you, that this can be a very hard time of year for many families – they might just be able to cope in term time when the children get a meal at school, but in the holidays they struggle and have need of our food banks, so do give extra when you can.

I don’t know about you, but I am not very good at recognising Jesus in the beggar outside Tesco, or even the checkout operator inside the store. And yet we know that in God’s country, we are all loved and valued, whoever we are and whatever our story is. And, as we heard from St Paul earlier: “Nothing can separate us from his love: neither death nor life, neither angels nor other heavenly rulers or powers, neither the present nor the future, neither the world above nor the world below – there is nothing in all creation that will ever be able to separate us from the love of God which is ours through Christ Jesus our Lord.”

And however disconcerting we may find God’s country, we know that because of that love, it is worth all we have, and it is worth all we are. Amen.

* https://www.theguardian.com/world/2016/jul/18/this-is-what-im-meant-to-be-doing-the-vicar-welcoming-muslims-to-church