It's you, dear!

The text of this sermon is substantially the same as this one, preached three years ago.

Mary Magdalene

The text of this sermon was substantially the same as this one.  

No Boundaries

 

They had been building a new palace in Jerusalem. It was a beautiful house, a gift from the king of Tyre to King David, made of cedar, and built by Tyrian carpenters and stone-masons. Then, in the course of a war against the Philistines, David had been able to bring the Ark of the Covenant back to Jerusalem. The Ark lived in a highly-decorated tent, and you couldn’t actually look at it, it was the holiest thing of all and considered to be the place where God lived.

So, anyway, David had a sudden thought – here he was, living in this glorious and comfortable palace, but there was the Ark of God just in a tent. Admittedly a very nice tent, but still a tent. So maybe the time had come to build God a lovely house, too. Nathan, the prophet, originally said “Go for it”, but then God said that no, for now at any rate, a tent was where the Ark needed to be.

We know, of course, that Solomon later built a temple, and that temple, or its successors, remained until 70 AD, when it was destroyed forever. It was a very nice temple, but the trouble was, it excluded people. You had the court of the Gentiles, where anybody could go – that was where the traders sold so-called “flawless” doves and sheep and so on to sacrifice, or to have sacrificed, and where you could change your money for the coins that didn’t have pictures on them – at a premium, of course. That is where Jesus had a hissy-fit and drove them all out. I think there may have been a separate court for women, too. And a court where Jewish men could go, but nobody else. Only the priests could go inside the Temple proper, and as for the Holy of Holies, where the Ark resided (still covered in its ceremonial blankets so nobody could actually see it), only the High Priest could go in there, once a year, with blood.  So fewer and fewer people could actually get near to God, and, of course, the Ark was now static, it couldn’t be carried about – or not without great difficulty, anyway – to where God’s people needed it.

So the Jewish people grew up with the rules and regulations that hedged in their worship, and their lives in general. But after Jesus had been raised from death and the Holy Spirit came, it became increasingly clear that this new way was not just for Jewish people, but for everybody. And this led to trouble, because the Jewish converts, naturally, felt themselves still to be bound by the Jewish law, the law of Moses, but the Gentile ones, who had never known the Jewish law, didn’t see why they should have to learn it now and especially they didn’t see why they should have to be circumcised as their Jewish brothers were. The New Testament, and especially the Epistles, are full of little glimpses about that particular quarrel. In Acts we see how the Council of Jerusalem agreed, eventually, that believers need not be circumcised nor keep the Law of Moses, but merely “abstain from what has been sacrificed to idols and from blood and from what is strangled and from fornication.”

St Paul, you may remember, took this even further and said that you could eat meat that had been sacrificed to idols if, and only if, your conscience was quite clear about it – after all, if idols had no power, nor did meat that had been sacrificed to them – and, more importantly, you weren’t going to upset your friends and fellow-believers by doing so. And there are hints in the letter to the Galatian believers that he had a row with Peter about it when Peter suddenly developed scruples about eating with Gentiles. Peter did know, really, that his faith was for everybody, not just the Jews, but you know what it’s like – the things we learnt as children do die very hard!

And, in the letter to the Ephesians, Paul wrote:
“[Jesus] is our peace;  in his flesh he has made both groups into one and has broken down the dividing wall, that is, the hostility between us.”

Jesus has broken down the wall. Both Jews and Gentiles are reconciled to God through the Cross. Both are being built into a temple, into the Body of Christ. They are set free to be who they are. Jesus is their peace, breaking down the walls of hostility.

And, dare I say it, breaking down the walls of hostility that kept God confined in the Temple for so long. You may remember that when Jesus was crucified, St Matthew tells us that the heavy curtain that screened off the Holy of Holies was torn in two. And the writer of the letter to the Hebrews tells us that “we have confidence to enter the sanctuary by the blood of Jesus, by the new and living way that he opened for us through the curtain (that is, through his flesh).” We can enter into God’s presence. God is not bound by the curtain – it works both ways.

Well, yes, but these stories and letters were written long, long ago. Do they still have relevance for us today? We no longer have divisions between Jewish and Gentile Christians, and we no longer think God sits on a throne above a hugely-decorated box.

No, but we do have our divisions, and they have been thrown into stark relief again recently, with the decision by the Methodist conference to allow gay marriages on Methodist premises and by Methodist ministers. The statute on marriage now reads as follows: “The Methodist Church believes that marriage is given by God to be a particular channel of God’s grace, and that it is in accord with God’s purposes when a marriage is a life-long union in body, mind and spirit of two people who freely enter it. Within the Methodist Church this is understood in two ways: that marriage can only be between a man and a woman; that marriage can be between any two people. The Methodist Church affirms both understandings and makes provision in its Standing Orders for them.”

My daughter, who watched the conference debate, says that it was very moving and emotional. I expect it was, and I expect there was, and will be, a great deal of hurt and confusion.

But then, don’t you think there might have been a great deal of hurt and confusion among the Jewish believers when they were told that there was no longer any need to be circumcised, or to keep the law of Moses, and you could be a perfectly good Christian without? I bet there was! There will have been those who accepted the new provisions joyfully and wholeheartedly, and welcomed the Gentile believers fully into the lives of their congregations. Others, on the other hand, will have been very upset and perhaps unable to believe that God could possibly accept those who didn’t conform to the Jewish law. And there would have been those like Peter, who thought they had accepted the new provisions, but when push came to shove, had real trouble overcoming their old prejudices and actually sitting down to a meal with Gentile believers.

It is always difficult when we move into a new way of being God’s people. Some will say we are following the spirit of the age; others that it is a genuine leading of God’s Spirit. Others won’t know what to think, and will be very confused.

Some authorities believe that the letter to the Ephesians was all or part of the now-vanished letter to the Laodiceans – why not send a copy to each? – and that it was taken for distribution, along with the letter to the Colossians, by Tychichus and Onesimus. Now, Onesimus, you may remember was, or had been, a slave belonging to a man called Philemon, although Paul hoped very much that Philemon would free him as they were both now Christians. Now, my point is this – we believe slavery is absolutely and utterly wrong, the worst thing people can do to each other. But in the Old Testament, slavery was the norm, although hedged around with all sorts of precautions to make sure the slaves were fairly treated, and given a chance to leave every seven years, and if a slave ran away it was to be assumed that their master had treated them badly and they were not to be returned. Sadly, in the Roman empire, there were no such precautions and slaves were just simply property, as they have been down the generations ever since. And this, too, was for many centuries considered quite normal, and we all know about the dreadful traffic from Africa over to the Caribbean and the United States.

And when that was finally abolished, there must still have been people who thought it was just the spirit of the age, the zeitgeist, and God’s Spirit would never lead people in such a terrible direction, and so on.

We have all, always, put boundaries on God. From the courtyards of the Temple saying who could, and who couldn’t go and see him, right down to the worries that we are following the zeitgeist and not God. We are all prejudiced and inclined to think that God would never do thus and so, whatever thus and so may be.

But – “he is our peace, in his flesh he has made both groups into one and has broken down the dividing wall, that is, the hostility between us.”

Can we make room in our hearts for God to do a new thing? Can we believe God might be leading us in a new direction? We don’t have pillars of fire or cloud as the Israelites have; we no longer believe that God lives in a Temple. If God is leading us, dare we follow? Amen.

Is God in this?

 

You probably know the story of the time there was a big flood, and people had to climb up on to the roofs of their houses to escape. One guy thought this was a remarkable opportunity to demonstrate, so he thought, God’s power, so he prayed “Dear Lord, please come and save me.”

Just then, someone came past in a rowing-boat and said “Climb in, we’ll take you to safety!”

“Oh, no thank you,” said our friend, “I’ve prayed for God to save me, so I’ll just wait for Him to do so.”

And he carried on praying, “Dear Lord, please save me!”

Then along came the police in a motor-launch, and called for him to jump in, but he sent them away, too, and continued to pray “Dear Lord, please save me!”

Finally, a Coastguard helicopter came and sent down someone on a rope to him, but he still refused, claiming that he was relying on God to save him.

And half an hour later, he was swept away and drowned.

So, because he was a Christian, as you can imagine, he ended up in Heaven, and the first thing he did when he got there was go to to the Throne of Grace, and say to God, “What do you mean by letting me down like this? I prayed and prayed for you to rescue me, and you didn’t!”

“My dear child,” said God, “I sent you two boats and a helicopter – what more did you want?”

In a way, that’s rather what happened to Jesus in our Gospel reading this morning. He has gone home for the weekend. Big mistake! Because on the Sabbath Day, he goes to the synagogue with his family, and because he’s home visiting for the weekend, they ask him to choose the reading from the Prophets. Luke’s version of this story tells us that he read from the prophet Isaiah, the bit where it says: “The Spirit of the Sovereign LORD is on me, because the LORD has anointed me to preach good news to the poor. He has sent me to bind up the broken-hearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners, to proclaim the year of the LORD's favour and the day of vengeance of our God, to comfort all who mourn.”

Mark doesn’t go into such detail, but he does tell us that Jesus’ friends and family were amazed. “Where did this man get these things?” they asked. “What's this wisdom that has been given him, that he even does miracles!” And we’re told they were rather offended. “He’s only the Carpenter’s son, Mary’s lad. These are his brothers and sisters. He can’t be special.” And they were offended, so we are told. Luke says they even picked up stones to throw at him to make him go away. But Mark says that he could do no miracles there, just one or two healings.

And he was amazed at their lack of faith.

After all, they thought, what did he know? He’s just a local lad, a builder. Ought to be home working with his brothers, not gadding about the country claiming to be a prophet. They couldn’t hear God’s voice speaking through him. They didn’t expect to, and they didn’t want to. Like the man in my story, they had very definite ideas about how God worked, and working through a local boy they’d known since childhood wasn’t one of them!

So Jesus leaves them alone, and goes off on a tour of the local country, teaching and healing as he went. And then he starts to send out his disciples, two by two, giving them authority over “impure spirits”. They are sent out with literally only their walking-staffs, rather like modern-day trekking poles. No food, he tells them, no money, no bag – you can wear sandals, if you wish, but don’t take an extra shirt. The disciples are to rely on God’s provisions for them, staying wherever they are first welcomed – and not moving next door if next door’s cooking is better! And if they are not welcomed, they are to leave at once, without comment, but shaking the dust off their feet.

And, we are told, that’s just what the disciples did. They drove out evil spirits, they anointed people with oil, and healed people, bringing the good news of God’s Kingdom far and wide.

We aren’t told how long they were on the road, but I imagine not more than a couple of months. We are told that when they came back, Jesus tried to take them to a quiet place to debrief them, but so many people were following them all by this time that it became impossible, so he went on teaching the crowds, and eventually fed them with the contents of a small boy’s lunchbox! For the disciples, this must have been an exciting interlude in their lives. But in the other gospels we are told that when they were able to tell Jesus that even evil spirits responded to them, Jesus said that really, what mattered was that their names were written in the Kingdom of Heaven. A modern paraphrase puts it:

"All the same, the great triumph is not in your authority over evil, but in God's authority over you and presence with you.
Not what you do for God but what God does for you –
that's the agenda for rejoicing."

Do we have definite ideas about how God works, I wonder? Do we expect to see God working in the ordinary, the every day? Or do we expect him always to come down with power and fire from Heaven? Do we expect Him to speak to us through other people, perhaps even through me, or do we expect Him to illuminate a verse of the Bible specially, or write His message in fiery letters in the sky?

We do sometimes, because we are human, long and long to see God at work in the spectacular, the kind of thing that Jesus used to do when he healed the sick and even raised the dead. And very occasionally God is gracious enough to give us such signs. But mostly, these days, He heals through modern medicine, guiding scientists to develop medicine and surgical techniques that can do things our ancestors only dreamed about. And through complementary medical techniques which address the whole person, not just the illness. And through love and hugs and sympathy and support.

We do need to learn to recognise God at work. All too often, we walk blindly through our week, not noticing God – and yet God is there. God is there and going on micro-managing His creation, no matter how unaware of it we are. And God is there to speak to us through the words of a friend, or an acquaintance. If we need rescuing, God is a lot more likely to send a friend to do it than to come in person!

And conversely, we need to be open to God at work in us, so that we can be the friend who does the speaking, or the rescuing. Not that God can’t use people who don’t know him – of course He both can and does – but the more open we are to being His person, the more we allow Him to work in us, to help us grow into the sort of person He created us to be, then the more He can use us, with or without our knowledge, in His world. Who knows, maybe the supermarket cashier you smiled at yesterday really needed that smile to affirm her faith in people, after a bad day. Or the friend you telephoned just to have a catch-up with was badly needing to chat to someone – not necessarily a serious conversation, just a chat. You will never know – but God knows.

We are, of course, never told “what would have happened”, but I wonder what would have happened if the people of Nazareth had been open to Jesus. He could have certainly done more miracles there. Maybe he wouldn’t have had to have become an itinerant preacher, going round all the villages. Maybe he could have had a home. I think God may well have used the rejection to open up new areas of ministry for Jesus – after all, we do know that God works all things for good.

And, finally, what happened to the people of Nazareth? The answer is, nothing. Nothing happened. God could do no work there through Jesus. Okay, a few sick people were healed, but that was all. The good news of the Kingdom of God was not proclaimed. Miracles didn’t happen. Just. . . nothing.

We do know, of course, that in the end his family, at least, were able to get their heads round the idea of their lad being The One. His Mother was in the Upper Room on the Day of Pentecost. James, one of his brothers, was a leader in the early church. But were they the only ones? Did anybody else from Nazareth believe in Him, or were they all left, sadly, alone?

I think that’s an Awful Warning, isn’t it? If we decide we need to know best who God chooses to speak through, how God is to act, then God can do nothing. And God will do nothing. If he sends two boats and a helicopter and we reject them because we don’t see God’s hand at work in them, then we will be left to our own devices. As the people of Nazareth were.

“Not what you do for God but what God does for you – that's the agenda for rejoicing.” And if you don’t allow God to do anything for you, in whatever way, what then?

God's Country

Please forgive the traffic noise in the recording - we were out-of-doors and the A23 runs past the end of the garden!  No sirens, as far as I'm aware.  Also, the tree pollen got to me a bit, so there are a couple of coughs.  But it was glorious to be out of doors and able to sing again!

 

I am often quite glad that I don’t have a garden! There is a communal garden for our block of flats, and it’s lovely to be able to go and sit out and read in the shade on a summer’s day, but I don’t have to do anything else! Whereas people who have gardens do seem to have to spend all their time watering, or weeding, or mowing the lawn, or planting out seeds that they started in the greenhouse…. And seldom seem to have time to just sit and enjoy it.

But, of course, in the end all that hard work is worth while. Your vegetables come up and you have masses of tomatoes, or lettuces, or beans, or courgettes, or whatever it is you like to grow – often too much, more than will even fit in your freezer. If you grow flowers, they produce a beautiful display, and perhaps even smell nice. I walked past a garden in Brixton the other day where the owner of the house had obviously chosen roses for their smell, and it was really lovely!

I do have an orchid, that was given to me over 14 years ago now by my daughter and her husband as a “thank you” for their wedding. Amazingly, it has lasted and lasted, and even survived and flowered again after I repotted it earlier this year. Slightly to my surprise, I have to say!

But you know what? None of us, whether we have big gardens or just have a few plants on the windowsill, none of us can actually make our plants grow! We can sow the seeds, we can tend the plants by watering them regularly and feeding them, and perhaps pruning as necessary – but we can’t make them grow. They grow all by themselves, pretty much independent of what we do. I repotted my orchid very carefully, but it was not down to me whether I killed it in the process – as it was, thankfully, I didn’t. But I had no say in the matter.

The person in Jesus’ story today knew that. He planted some seeds in his garden, and then, as if by magic, the seeds sprouted and grew, and eventually he was able to harvest a great crop. He didn’t need to know how it happened; from the story, it appears that he’d rather forgotten all about it, anyway. And then suddenly, there is a lovely crop. God had grown the seeds for him, and enabled them to produce the crop they were designed to produce.

Well, so far, so good. But you know what? I’m reminded of another story Jesus told, a story of someone who sowed his seeds and they went everywhere, and some fell on the path, and others on rocky or weedy soil, and it seems that only a minority fell on the fertile soil that enabled it to grow and reproduce up to a hundred-fold.

We all know that story, we’ve known it since our earliest days at Sunday School, and have heard many sermons on it. If you are anything like me, what you heard – not, I should emphasize, necessarily what had been said, but what you heard – was that Proper People, or perhaps I should say Proper Christians, were the ones who were the fertile soil, where the Word could take root, grow and flourish.

But, of course, if you were anything like me, that just made you feel guilty and miserable – what if you weren’t the good soil? What if you were the stony places, or the weedy patches? We may well end up feeling guilty and thinking that we must be terrible people.

But I don’t think Jesus meant us to think that! From the story we have just read in Mark’s gospel, it is God that does the growing and takes care of the result! We don’t. We don’t really have to worry about whether we are fertile soil or not; if we are living in God’s country, as God’s people, it’s God’s job to worry about the fertility or otherwise of the soil!

Well, so far so good. That’s a fairly straightforward story of what God’s country is like. But then Jesus goes on to talk about the mustard seed. 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, Mark tells us, it grows into a shrub which can accommodate birds in its branches.

The thing is, that we don’t really realise, is that Jesus was taking the passage that we heard in our first reading, from Ezekiel, and twisting it. Ezekiel tells us that God will take a shoot from the cedar tree and grow it into the biggest tree there ever was, so that birds could shelter in it, and everybody would know that God was the Lord.

And Jesus takes this and twists it. The other gospel-writers who retell this story say that the mustard-seed grows into a tree – but, of course, it doesn’t; it is at best a waist-high shrub. If you travel through a mustard-growing area, you will see what the plants are like, with pale yellow flowers. Not as harsh as rapeseed oil flowers, much paler yellow, rather pretty. It grows – or modern cultivars do – about waist height for easy harvesting. But in Israel it was a weed and grew anywhere and everywhere. Even here you often get wild mustard, known as charlock, growing among other crops, or on field edges.

No, a mustard plant was not comparable to a huge cedar tree. Yet Jesus says this is what the Kingdom of Heaven, God’s Country, is like. And elsewhere he says that it’s like yeast that makes dough bubble up and become bread. We might think this is a Good Thing, but for Jews, the most proper bread of all was the matzo, or unleavened bread, that they ate each year at Passover. I still remember being told, when I was in about Year 2 at school, that this was actually a good idea because a sourdough starter could get old and too sour over the course of a year, so it was better to start again at least once a year.

However that may be, most of the stories Jesus tells about God’s Country are like that. It’s not at all a comfortable place – and yet people are willing to sell all they have to get tickets there!

In a way, Jesus’ stories today show the two sides of the Kingdom. The first is that we can’t do anything to hurry things up. Seeds grow in their own good time. We may long and long to see revival, although whether we’d actually like it if we saw it is another matter, but we can do nothing to hurry it up. God has it all in hand, and you can be quite sure that if and when there is something for us to do to bring about God’s Kingdom, we’ll know!

Then we find it’s not what we expected. It’s not tall, beautiful trees with wood-pigeons cooing and blackbirds shouting; instead, it’s a shrubby weed, with much smaller birds – sparrows, perhaps, or even starlings – jostling for space and chuntering about it.

But then, if you think about it, weeds are very persistent. Trees take years to grow. Five or six years ago there was an initiative in Brockwell Park to plant some trees, and we took our elder grandson, then aged about five, to help plant some. Many of the trees planted that day have survived, although not all, but they are really not much bigger than they were, and are certainly not the big, shady trees they might be when my grandson takes his grandsons to look at the trees he helped plant.

But weeds, now. Weeds grow quickly, and they are persistent creatures. They rapidly take over any fallow land, and can push up even through concrete. The Kingdom of God is like a weed that can grow anywhere, in surprising places.

We didn’t read the Epistle today because we aren’t supposed to go on too long, but it was that passage where St Paul reminds us that if anyone is in Christ, there is a new creation. Old things are done away, and all has become new. Whether this newness has come through the unseen working of the Spirit in our hearts, or through the way God’s kingdom is simply not what we had been led to expect, it is nevertheless a new creation.

God, we are often told, comforts the afflicted and afflicts the comfortable. We have all been shaken up by this pandemic – how can we be God’s people in the world when we aren’t allowed to go into the world? How can we worship God when we can’t meet together, or sing when we do meet? We have found answers to those questions, not always satisfactorily, but we have. God has been working, and it has showed.

So what I am going to leave with you today is this: are you allowing God to work in you, like the man in his garden, or are you going to have to wait until the weeds push up through the paving stones and concrete around your heart? Amen.

The Spirit is Upon Me

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When our children grow up and first leave home, perhaps to go to university, or to go to work, it’s lovely when they come home for the weekend, or for the holidays, isn’t it? And often they will come to church with us, and see all their old friends, and talk about how they are getting on. And it has been known for the minister or preacher to ask them to come up and talk about what they’ve been doing, especially if they’ve been away on some kind of mission work.

Our reading is set very near the beginning of Jesus’ ministry. He has been baptised by John, and then led into the desert to be tempted, and basically to come to terms with who he is and what his mission is. He has been wandering around Galilee, collecting disciples, healing the sick, and proclaiming the Kingdom of God. And now he has come home to Nazareth and, of course, goes to his home synagogue on the Sabbath. And he is asked to read a passage of scripture, which was the norm – Jewish men were, and I believe still are – and, of course, women in some Jewish traditions, but not all – apt to be dropped on to read at a moment’s notice.

And what Jesus reads is the very passage we had for our first reading this evening, from Isaiah:
“The Sovereign Lord has filled me with his Spirit.
He has chosen me and sent me
To bring good news to the poor,
To heal the broken-hearted,
To announce release to captives
And freedom to those in prison.
He has sent me to proclaim
That the time has come
When the Lord will save his people
And defeat their enemies.”

So far, so very good. It’s lovely, isn’t it, to think that we have just read a passage of Scripture that we know that Jesus himself read, allowing for differences in translation!

The tradition was that if you read the Scripture, you could comment on it, but having stood to read – much as in some churches we stand to read the Gospel – you then sat down. And Jesus sat down, and they all looked at him attentively, wondering what he was going to say.

After all, they’d known him since he was a very small boy, when the family had moved to Nazareth after King Herod died. And he’d grown up with them, gone to school with them, worked with his father – until suddenly he’d gone off, some months ago now, with barely a word of farewell. You can hear the aunties in the gallery, can’t you: “Hmph, don’t know what he thought he was doing, leaving his Mum in the lurch like that. I did hear he’s been doing miracles and healings and so on, out in the back country, but I don’t believe a word of it, do you? Well, he’s home now. Let’s see what he’s got to say for himself!”

What he said was the last thing anybody expected:
“This passage of scripture has come true today, as you heard it being read.”

“This passage of scripture has come true today, as you heard it being read.”

I can’t help wondering whether he knew he was going to say that, or whether it just came out. It’s so unclear how much Jesus knew about Who he was, and what he had been sent to do. He had been coming to terms with it a bit in the desert, of course, but it’s clear from Scripture that he gradually appreciates things more and more as time goes on. I do hope he was able to grow up as an ordinary boy, learning and playing with his friends, without any special knowledge hanging over hime. Anyway, at this stage, he does know that he has been sent to heal people, to minister to the sick, to proclaim the Kingdom of God, and, above all, to follow the promptings of God’s spirit. And maybe, when he read the bit from Isaiah, it suddenly spoke to him, and showed him that it was he to whom it applied.

We didn’t go on to read the rest of the story, but it’s rather sad. They were impressed by his authority – but – but – this was Joseph’s son, surely? How could the Isaiah passage apply to him?

And Jesus says, probably slightly annoyed, “Well, they do say a prophet is without honour in his own country!” which, of course, infuriates them, and they drag him up to the cliff edge with some thought of throwing him over, but he escapes and goes away.

You see, it’s very difficult when God doesn’t do what you expect. And nobody in Nazareth expected God to come in the person of the carpenter’s son! Not Mary’s eldest, who’d gone off so suddenly like that!

Sometimes, when we call upon God for help, we expect him to come in some kind of miraculous way. My father used to tell of a man whose house was menaced by floods, and who was on the roof, praying for God to save him. He really expected God to sweep him away in a whirlwind or something, so when the fire services came along in a rowing-boat, he refused to get in, saying “God will save me!” A little later, another boat came along, but again he refused. The waters continued to rise, and a coast guard helicopter came to try to persuade him to come to safety but no, “God will save me.” And, inevitably, he was swept away and drowned.

So, in Heaven, he seeks the throne of grace, and demands, “How could you let me down like that? I prayed for you to save me, and you didn’t!”
But God answered, “My dear son, I sent you two boats and a helicopter – what more could you want?”

The man didn’t recognise God’s hand in the boats and the helicopter, and the people of Nazareth didn’t recognise it in Jesus.

But for Jesus, this passage, and similar ones from Isaiah, were the touchstone of his ministry. You remember, some time later, how his cousin John was imprisoned and suddenly had a crisis of faith. He sent his disciples to Jesus to ask “Are you the one John said was going to come, or should we expect someone else?” and Jesus replied, “Go back and tell John what you are hearing and seeing: the blind can see, the lame can walk, those who suffer from dreaded skin diseases are made clean, the deaf hear, the dead are brought back to life, and the Good News is preached to the poor.”

Jesus became more and more certain that he was the Messiah, the chosen one. Even if his childhood friends didn’t recognise this. His disciples did, most of the time, but even they had moments….

But why does this matter? What does this passage have to say to us tonight?

Well, on Thursday it was Ascension Day, the day when we remember Jesus’ final parting from his disciples. The Book of Acts tells us that he was “taken from their sight”, and it is certainly clear to them, in some way, that he will not now return as the Jesus they knew and loved. But they have been told to wait in Jerusalem until the Spirit comes. Which, as we know, happened on the Day of Pentecost, which we will be celebrating next Sunday.

And when the Spirit came, of course, what had happened was instantly recognisable. It wasn’t just the tongues of fire, or the rushing mighty wind. It wasn’t just the way the disciples were enabled to speak in tongues, and the listeners to understand what was being said. It wasn’t just the way that Peter was able to preach so powerfully that three thousand people were added to the church that day.

It was all that, and then it was the fact that they were able, in Jesus’ name, to heal the sick, to perform miracles, and, perhaps especially, to
“bring good news to the poor,
To heal the broken-hearted,
To announce release to captives
And freedom to those in prison.
. . . . to proclaim
That the time has come
When the Lord will save his people
And defeat their enemies.”

And again, that is not just something that happened long ago in history; it is something that can, and should, happen to all believers today. To you, and to me.

We can be, and should be, filled with the Holy Spirit; I’m sure we can all remember times when we know this is what has happened. Some believers talk of being “baptized with the Holy Spirit”, from John the Baptist’s pointing out that he, John, can only baptize with water, but Jesus can and will baptize with the Holy Spirit. And maybe you have experienced something you can describe as such.

But the problem with being filled with the Holy Spirit is that we tend to leak! It’s not, I find, a once-and-for-all experience; it’s something that we need to ask God to do daily, sometimes even hourly! The Spirit comes to burn out that which is not of God in us – what St Paul would probably call “the flesh”; to enable us to speak God’s word, whether we know we’ve done so or not, and above all, to help us become the people God created us to be, the ones we have been designed to be.

My friends, right now this minute we may be full of the Holy Spirit, or we may feel empty and forlorn. Or somewhere in between. So let’s ask God to fill us anew, using the lovely song “Spirit of the Living God, fall afresh on me.” Let’s sing it through twice.

Cornelius

I do wish the people who compiled the lectionary wouldn’t start us off right in the middle of a story!
You never know quite what is going on.
I do see that they wish to take pity on those whose turn it is to read the Scriptures aloud, but even still!

And this story in Acts, that was our first reading today,
starts off bang in the middle of things.
What is Peter up to, and, more to the point,
what has he been up to?

Well, the story began when Cornelius, a Roman official, wanted to learn more about God, so God sent an angel to him saying, in effect,
“The man you want is called Simon Peter, and he’s staying at the house of Simon the Tanner, here in Joppa –
why not send for him?”

Snag was, it was going to take more than an invitation to persuade Peter to go round to the Cornelius’ place.
If you were Jewish, you didn’t associate with unbelievers, end of.
You certainly never went to their homes –
you might speak to them in the street, if you absolutely had to,
but going to their homes would have made you what was known as “unclean”, and you would have had to have had a ritual bath
before you could associate with your friends and family again.
That’s one of the reasons why the Priest and the Levite walked past the dying victim in Jesus’ story of the Good Samaritan –
if the man was actually dead, and they touched him,
they’d have made themselves unclean for no good reason.
Far better to pass by on the other side of the road, and pretend you hadn’t noticed.

So because God wants Peter to go and see Cornelius, Peter, too, gets a vision.
Or, just possibly, a dream –
he’s gone up to sit on the flat roof to pray for awhile before lunch, and he might easily have nodded off.
Anyway, whatever, what he sees is a large sheet, full of the kind of animals he simply wouldn’t have dreamt of eating in a million years.
The sort of animal he’d always considered unclean, and probably made his stomach churn to think of eating it –
rather like we might feel about ants’ eggs or sheep’s eyeballs.
But three times he was told to do this, and three times he was told not to call anything unclean that God has called clean.

When he woke up, or came to himself, or whatever, he was still inclined to wonder what God meant by it all.
So you can imagine how surprised he was when he found Cornelius’ servants waiting downstairs, asking him to come along.
Now, Peter, since the Holy Spirit came, is a changed man.
But at times there are still traces of the old Peter there, like now, because the first thing he said was "You yourselves know that it is unlawful for a Jew to associate with or to visit a Gentile."

So kind. So polite. Contrast this with last week’s story, where another man who was a total outsider wanted to know more about God, and God sent Philip to talk to him. Philip wasn’t in the least worried about chatting to the man, and even baptised him when he was challenged to do so. But Peter is a different kettle of fish.

“Your yourselves know that it is unlawful for a Jew to associate with or to visit a Gentile!”

Yeah, right. I wonder how that made Cornelius feel. I wonder how it makes you feel. Some of you will have experienced far deeper rejection than I can ever know or understand. Peter might just as well have said something along the lines of “Your kind of people are generally lazy and just come here to sponge off of social security.
You people all have lots of babies so you can get more money from the Government without having to work.
I shouldn't be crossing the picket lines to talk to you scabs.
I am fully aware that God does not approve of your life style and that you are an abomination to God.
I don’t know what I’m doing talking to the likes of you….
But hey, here I am.
Aren't you impressed?"

Oh Peter….. not good. But fortunately, Peter has learnt a bit in recent weeks or months, and he has learnt to listen to the promptings of the Holy Spirit, and suddenly realises what his vision meant.
He rightly concludes, "God has shown me that I should not call anyone profane or unclean."

Peter is slowly realizing that he had been sent to this particular household for a reason.
Until then, the disciples had thought that they were only meant to be preaching to the Jews, and the Good News wasn’t for everybody.
Jesus had tried to show that it was, but I have a feeling he wasn’t altogether too clear on that one while he was on earth, so it became an issue to be addressed primarily after the resurrection, like now.
Peter suddenly sees the light:
"I truly understand that God shows no partiality, but in every nation anyone who fears him and does what is right is acceptable to him."

It’s the same as last week’s story, isn’t it. The treasury official, rejected by the Jews because of his mutilation – he wouldn’t have been allowed to convert, even had he wanted to – challenges Philip to baptise him. Would this new religion reject him, too? “Here is water,” he says. “What is to keep me from being baptised?”

And, of course, there was nothing. This man, whose skin was a different colour, who came from a completely different country, whose sexuality was, forcibly, different from most people’s – there was no reason at all why he shouldn’t be baptised, and Philip baptised him.

But somehow that news hadn’t reached Peter yet, or if it had, Peter hadn’t really taken it in. I think he must have apologised to Cornelius for having been rude, but he must have been utterly gobsmacked.
Right from his earliest childhood, he had been taught to thank God each day that he had not been born a Gentile, a slave, or a woman.
And now God is telling him that who people are doesn’t matter –
if they want to know Jesus, if they want to be baptised, they can.
And while he is beginning to say something of this to Cornelius and his family, the Holy Spirit takes over, and Cornelius and his household all begin to pray in tongues and to rejoice in God’s love. So Peter baptises them with water, and henceforth they are members of the church.

And so Peter tells the believers in Jerusalem, when they send for him and ask what on earth he thinks he’s been doing.
For Peter, this is a start of a whole new journey of discovery, of what God is doing among other people, people who aren’t Jewish.
He does have his moments of backsliding –
St Paul tells us, in the letter to the Galatians, that he had to remind Peter that he was perfectly able to eat with Gentiles and not to be so stupid about it.
But, by and large, the early church had turned a huge corner.

The snag is, it hasn’t stayed turned, has it? St Paul may have written that “There is no longer Jew or Greek,
there is no longer slave or free,
there is no longer male and female;
for all of you are one in Christ Jesus” –
but the Church doesn’t believe it and never has!
Peter may have learnt that God shows no partiality,
but God’s followers most certainly do.
Philip may have found no reason not to baptise the treasury official,
but too many people who came over on the Empire Windrush and its successors found themselves unwelcome in our churches.

Look, we’re always going to associate mostly with people who are more like us –
we have more in common with people who come from the same sort of background, went to the same sort of school, enjoy the same sort of hobbies.
Christian folk may well prefer the company of other Christians.
That’s okay.

But it can all too easily become toxic, become a matter of “them and us”. I am ashamed that it was not until this year that I realised, thanks to the television advertisements –
I expect you’ve seen them, too –
that Muslims believe, just as we do, that when one part of the body suffers, all suffer.
And I simply hadn’t known that before, and I should have known.

God shows no partiality. We are all equally loved and cared for, whatever our race, or religion, or skin colour. Many centuries ago, John Donne, a clergyman poet wrote this:
“No man is an island entire of itself; every man
is a piece of the continent, a part of the main;
if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe
is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as
well as any manner of thy friends or of thine
own were; any man's death diminishes me,
because I am involved in mankind.
And therefore never send to know for whom
the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.”

We are all involved with one another.
Because God shows no partiality, and neither must we.
We are all accepted by God, loved by God, and, as Christians, indwelt by God the Holy Spirit.
Each and every one of us.
Even you.
Even me.
We may be rejected by the world, we may even –
although I do hope not –
be rejected by the church, but God will never, ever reject us. Amen.