God's Extravagance

The text of this sermon is substantially the same as the one I preached here, and on many occasions before then!

The Baptism of Christ.

The text - substantially the same - of today's sermon can be found here.

Baruch and the Baptist

You might have found it strange that this morning’s first reading came from a book of the Bible you’ve never heard of! Well, the thing is, while the book of Baruch is actually part of our Bibles, it’s in the part known as the Apocrypha, and not all Bibles contain these books. If they do, they are found between the Old and the New Testaments. For us Protestants, the books of the Apocrypha – and if you don’t own one, there are plenty on-line, or you can download a Bible containing one – the books of the Apocrypha aren’t considered quite part of Scripture proper.

In the very first printed Bible, known as the Geneva Bible, the preface to the Apocrypha explained that while these books "were not received by a common consent to be read and expounded publicly in the Church," and did not serve "to prove any point of Christian religion save in so much as they had the consent of the other scriptures called canonical to confirm the same," nonetheless, "as books proceeding from godly men they were received to be read for the advancement and furtherance of the knowledge of history and for the instruction of godly manners.”

So, the “advancement and furtherance of the knowledge of history” is what we’re after this morning. Who was Baruch, who wrote the passage we heard read, and why does it matter?

We don’t actually know that Baruch ben Neriah, as he was called, was the author of this book, and it may have been written much later than it appears, but that doesn’t really matter at this distance. We do know that he was an associate of the prophet Jeremiah, perhaps his secretary, at the time when the people of Israel were having problems. A few centuries earlier, the kingdom of Israel had been divided into two, with the northern kingdom being larger,

and the southern kingdom, Judah, being smaller.

But the Middle East is, was, and probably always will be a very unsettled area, and back in the day, the strongest nation in the region was called Assyria.

And eventually the Assyrians conquered the northern kingdom,

known as Israel,

and carted its leaders off into exile.

The southern kingdom, Judah, struggled along for another couple of centuries, being more or less allied with Assyria.

Eventually Assyria fell in its turn, and Babylonia became a power in the region.

King Nebuchadnezzar was able to conquer the kingdom of Judah,

and he carried its people off into captivity. But before he could do that, he had to besiege Jerusalem, and during the siege, Jeremiah was in prison as the then king, Zedekiah, didn’t like the fact that he was prophesying that the city, and the nation, would fall and would be carried off into captivity. However, while he was in prison, the word of God came to him to buy a field from his cousin Hanamel. Now, it might seem very foolhardy to you or me to buy a field in the middle of a country that was about to fall to invaders, but Jeremiah did as he was told, believing that it was a sign from God that one day, one day, the people would return. And he gave a copy of the deed of sale to Baruch, and told him to seal it in a clay jar so that, when the time came, he would have proof of ownership. We know how documents sealed in clay jars do last for many centuries, look at the Dead Sea scrolls. And it’s that Baruch who is purported to have written this book.

So, as prophesied, Jerusalem duly falls into the hands of the Babylonians, and the important people are carried into captivity. Not everybody went, of course,

but certainly they would have taken the leaders and influential people,

and their families and extended families,

and the ones who were left behind were the ordinary people.

We do know that some of the people who went to Babylon had great influence there –

Daniel, for instance, or Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego.

You can read their stories in the Book of Daniel.

Anyway, the point was Jeremiah and Baruch were two of those who stayed behind. They both sought the protection of the man appointed as a local governor, whose name was Gedaliah.

There seems to have been a certain amount of coming and going between Babylon and Jerusalem, though, because Jeremiah was able to write to the exiles to say what he believed God was telling them:

“Settle down in your new cities, raise your families, and, above all, pray for your new homes and your new rulers.”

The people were obviously going to be away for some years, and it made sense to make proper homes for themselves rather than hope –

as some of the crowd-pleasers kept telling them –

that they would be able to go back home next week.

It would not be next week. It would be about seventy years before they were finally able to go home, once Babylon itself had been conquered and King Darius was on the throne of one of the greatest empires the world had ever known,

the Achaemenid Empire, also known as the First Persian Empire.

It had been founded by his grandfather, Cyrus the Great –

you might remember Cyrus from when you’ve been reading Isaiah –

and now spanned a huge swathe of territory, which, at its greatest extent included all of the territory of modern-day

Turkey,

Iran,

Iraq,

Kuwait,

Syria,

Jordan,

Israel,

Palestine,

Lebanon,

Afghanistan,

parts of Egypt and as far west as eastern Libya,

Macedonia,

the Black Sea coastal regions of Bulgaria, Romania, Ukraine, and Russia,

all of Armenia,

Georgia,

and Azerbaijan,

parts of the North Caucasus,

and much of Central Asia.

It truly was one of the largest empires ever!

Anyway, the point is that the people of Judah always knew that one day they would go home – although when push came to shove, many of them decided not to bother, as they were the second or third generation to have settled in their new country, and their roots had gone deep.

But those who had stayed behind, including Baruch, always hoped that one day, one day the people would come home again. And Baruch writes to them, reminding them of this. And reminding them that wherever they went, God would make it easy:

“For God has ordered that every high mountain and the everlasting hills be made low
    and the valleys filled up, to make level ground,
    so that Israel may walk safely in the glory of God.
The woods and every fragrant tree
    have shaded Israel at God’s command.
For God will lead Israel with joy,
    in the light of his glory,
    with the mercy and righteousness that come from him.”

I expect, don’t you, that Baruch knew what the prophet Isaiah had written, which was very similar:

“In the wilderness prepare the way of the Lord,
    make straight in the desert a highway for our God.
Every valley shall be lifted up,
    and every mountain and hill be made low;
the uneven ground shall become level,
    and the rough places a plain.
Then the glory of the Lord shall be revealed,
    and all people shall see it together,
    for the mouth of the Lord has spoken.”

The people of Judah would have known these words, and so Baruch was rubbing them in, reinforcing them. One day. One day…..

And then, a few hundred years later, here is another prophet proclaiming these same words. John the Baptist, as we heard in our Gospel reading, quotes Isaiah:
“Prepare the way of the Lord,
    make his paths straight.
Every valley shall be filled,
    and every mountain and hill shall be made low,
and the crooked shall be made straight,
    and the rough ways made smooth;
and all flesh shall see the salvation of God.”

It’s all about preparing, isn’t it?

You see, despite all evidence to the contrary, it’s not Christmas yet! It’s very much the season of Advent, a season of preparing, of getting ready. We are only on the second Sunday in Advent, after all.

Well, what are we preparing for? Christmas – duh! Yes, but not just Christmas, although that can take a fair bit of preparation. What we think about in Advent is not just the immediate future, but the distant future, the day when Christ will, so we believe, return in glory to judge, as the Creed tells us, the living and the dead.

We don’t think of the second coming very often, do we? And that’s as it should be – if we focussed on it, we’d be so heavenly-minded we’d be no earthly use. But Advent is a good moment to think of it. You’ll notice that Luke fixes John the Baptist’s ministry very firmly in time – when Tiberias was

Emperor of Rome, Pontius Pilate was governor of Judah and Herod of Galilee, and so on. So we can place it fairly accurately at around 28 AD or thereabouts. He is rooted in time, but his message is eternal. “Prepare ye the way of the Lord”.

You notice that both Isaiah, as quoted by John, and Baruch refer to the valleys being filled, the rough ways made straight, making level ground so that the people of Israel – all God’s people, in this context, not just Israelis – will walk in safety. I don’t know whether any of you are familiar with the novels of Laura Ingalls Wilder, a fictionalised account of her girlhood and young womanhood in a pioneer family? In one of the novels, Laura is taken by her father to watch the railway being built. I am not quoting exactly, but she notices that the workmen fill in the hollows and dig out the humps so that the line can run as smoothly as possible across the prairie. It’s that sort of image that I have when I read these passages.

But, do you know, until I read the Baruch passage, I had somehow assumed that the Isaiah/John passage was all about our making ourselves fit for purpose, as it were, confessing our sins and allowing God to forgive us and heal us and make us whole. And it is, partly, about that. Advent is very much a penitential season, like Lent, and it’s a time to look at ourselves, both as individuals and as a church, and address our shortcomings in God’s presence.

But it’s also about what God is doing to prepare for Jesus’ return. The highway is being built – in our lives, in our churches, through us, although not totally by us – so that one day, we believe, Christ will return. We’re told we won’t know when or where this will happen, and not to believe it when people say “Look, he’s here,” or “Look, he’s there!” or even “He’ll be arriving on Monday next at 6:00 pm.” Jesus himself didn’t know, when he was on earth; he did know there’d be all sorts of false alarms about it, though.

The people of Judah didn’t know how long they’d be in exile. They did know they should settle down and get on with their lives, as it wasn’t going to be soon. But they did know that one day they would be able to go back – and indeed, that happened. We don’t know when Jesus will come back, but we know we need to get on with our lives, and also allow God to work in us, to prepare the way of the Lord. Amen.

Christ the King

The text of this sermon is substantially the same - with some additions - as that preached here, so I won't reproduce it. 

The Servant of the Rest

“If one of you wants to be great,” said Jesus, “you must be the servant of the rest; and if one of you wants to be first, you must be the slave of all. For even the Son of Man did not come to be served; he came to serve and to give his life to redeem many people.”

“If one of you wants to be great, you must be the servant of the rest.”

We’ve heard those words so often that they tend to just skim over us, don’t they? We know that Christians are supposed to be the servants of all; we know that Jesus told us to wash one another’s feet; we know that he is identified with the suffering servant that we have just read about in Isaiah.

Yet we never believe them. We don’t obey them. We never have, right back to the earliest days of Christianity. Right back in the book of Acts, within days of the coming of the Holy Spirit at Pentecost, they were squabbling about who got precedence at the dinner table. The Greeks complained they were being neglected in favour of the Jews. This was back in the days when the church was small enough they could all live together, and I expect you remember what happened. The elders of the church said, “It is not right for us to neglect the preaching of God's word in order to handle finances. So then, friends, choose seven men among you who are known to be full of the Holy Spirit and wisdom, and we will put them in charge of this matter. We ourselves, then, will give our full time to prayer and the work of preaching.”

One thing to specially notice is that the men who were chosen to serve dinner had to be men known to be full of the Holy Spirit and of wisdom. The elders knew, if the people didn’t, that to be great, the helpers, often known as the first deacons, needed to be servants of all.

St Paul, a few years later, is horrified by the way the Christians in Corinth are behaving. “None of you” he says, “should be looking out for your own interests, but for the interests of others.” This is in the context of whether one could, or should, eat meat that had previously been offered to idols – and it was difficult to buy meat that hadn’t been – or whether if you did, it was participating in the ritual. Paul leaves it up to you, but he points out that if you say: “Why should my freedom to act be limited by another person's conscience? If I thank God for my food, why should anyone criticize me about food for which I give thanks?” then you aren’t really giving glory to God because you aren’t looking out for other people’s faith.

And when it comes to the way they behaved when they went to Holy Communion, he was appalled: “Your meetings for worship actually do more harm than good. In the first place, I have been told that there are opposing groups in your meetings; and this I believe is partly true. (No doubt there must be divisions among you so that the ones who are in the right may be clearly seen.) When you meet together as a group, it is not the Lord's Supper that you eat. For as you eat, you each go ahead with your own meal, so that some are hungry while others get drunk. Don't you have your own homes in which to eat and drink? Or would you rather despise the church of God and put to shame the people who are in need? What do you expect me to say to you about this? Shall I praise you? Of course I don't!”

But it wasn’t just the people of Corinth who kept on putting themselves first. St James, our Lord’s brother, has to point out that it’s seriously no good saying you have faith if your faith doesn’t lead to action. If you know someone at Church doesn’t have enough to eat, or doesn’t have enough money to pay for heating, you won’t do much good by just saying “God bless you, stay warm and well fed!”

And on and on down the centuries. Right down to us, today – we’ve all heard the egregious stories coming out of the United States, where some so-called Christian men seem to covet power to the extent of wanting to have it over women’s bodies, even. And where Christianity seems to be linked to right-wing politics in a way that we on this side of the Atlantic cannot understand.

However, having said all that, there are, of course, masses of exceptions. Just last Sunday, Archbishop Romero was made a saint – he, of course, was renowned for his work among the poorest and most marginalised people in El Salvador. He didn’t espouse the liberation theology that was so popular at the time, but he did believe that the then government needed to respect human rights. In a famous speech, he denounced the persecution of those members of the Church who had worked on behalf of the poor, commenting at the end: “But it is important to note why [the Church] has been persecuted. Not any and every priest has been persecuted, not any and every institution has been attacked. That part of the church has been attacked and persecuted that put itself on the side of the people and went to the people's defence. Here again we find the same key to understanding the persecution of the church: the poor.”

Archbishop Romero wanted the church to remain united. He denied that there was one church for the rich and another for the poor, despite a great deal of evidence to the contrary. He was, if you like, the servant of all the rest. And he was martyred for it, shot while celebrating the Eucharist in a hospital chapel.

But Archbishop Romero was only one of many Christians down the years who has spent his life in the service of others. Think of all the many, many missionaries who felt called of God to leave their homes and their home countries and to travel to distant lands to share God’s love, either through direct preaching and teaching, or perhaps through showing God’s love through ministering to the sick. But even they, sometimes, forgot that they needed to be servants of the rest. They assumed, often wrongly, that their own culture was the best, and tried to impose it on everybody else, often with disastrous results. Sometimes they assumed that they were the only ones who knew anything, and nobody from the local culture was fit to lead a church. The ideal missionaries, of course, were the ones that worked themselves out of a job, but so few of them were ideal. Many of them, probably quite unconsciously, enjoyed the power they had and wanted to cling on to it.

As it seems that James and John did, in our Gospel reading. They asked Jesus whether they could have the places of honour in his kingdom, to which Jesus replied that even if they could suffer as he was about to, those places weren’t his to give. And, “if one of you wants to be great, you must be the servant of the rest.”

It must have turned their world upside-down. The servants – the poor, marginalised ones who had to work for other people instead of being their own masters. They were to be the great ones? I’ve said before that the stories Jesus told about the Kingdom of Heaven, about God’s country, were apt to make people wonder, and here was another aspect of it! And, as we have seen, it wasn’t one that came easily. Although there were many, many people who did believe it and obey it. There were the women, many of them not even named in our Bibles, who followed Jesus, and who, I am sure, made sure that everybody had something to eat, and a blanket to sleep under, even if that night’s bed must be under a hedge. We see them in our churches today, the ones who get on with things – making coffee, washing up the cups, sweeping the floor, often the first to arrive and the last to leave. And doing it without drawing attention to themselves, too. And those who work quietly in the community, doing what they can to help the poor and marginalised, even if that’s only an occasional donation to the food bank, and perhaps a smile at a harassed supermarket cashier.

So many of us – probably most of us – find it hard to be the servant to the rest. We pay lip service to the necessity, but I don’t know about you, but I find it really hard to put into practice. And the trouble with this sort of sermon is that you end up feeling guilty, and thinking that you must be a terrible person for not being as willing as you might to put yourself last – even if you almost always do put yourself last! Or perhaps especially if!

But, as so often when it comes to Christianity, it’s probably not a thing we can learn how to do by ourselves. Some years ago now, I had one of those epiphanies that come all too rarely in our Christian lives, when a couple of verses strung themselves together in my head. The first was from our reading today: “The Son of Man came not to be served, but to serve.” And then I thought, “And the Son of Man does only what He sees His Father doing.” Does that mean, think you, that God, too, wants to serve us, to give us good gifts, not grudgingly and unwillingly, but gladly, pressed down and running over! I think it does. And one of those gifts, as we know, is God’s Holy Spirit within us, filling us to overflowing, making us more like Jesus. And part of that will be making us more able to serve one another without making a great big noisy fuss about it. Part of it will be making us less enamoured of power and status, and more willing to settle for being just another person. And part of it will be, for some of us, God whispering “Well done, my good and trusty servant!”

In or Out?

I’m a Proud Grandmother at the moment –

my two grandsons have been invited to extra training by their local football club;

one of them to goalkeeper training,

and one to extra under-6 training.

So Robert and I are very proud of them both,

and hope they grow up to enjoy playing for their team, no matter what level.

Playing for a team is great, isn’t it?

I don’t have all that much experience, as I was never very good at games,

but at one of the competitions in France that Robert and I used to skate at,

they used to award the country with the most points a trophy.

That was frequently team GB, not because we had the best skaters –

we didn’t –

but because we mostly fielded the largest team!

But even still, there is simply nothing on earth like the feeling you get when you are standing there, by the podium,

and the National Anthem is played and the Union Flag is raised!

It’s great being part of a team, isn’t it?

Or perhaps being part of a group, or a gang of friends.

At least it can be.

But suppose you are left out?

Suppose you’re the one who is always the last to be chosen

because you’re hopeless at games?

Suppose you’re the one they jeer at and laugh at?

Suppose my grandsons find that, when the time comes to pick teams, they are always either left out or in the most hopeless team,

the one that is not expected to win….

Here’s another suppose.

Suppose you were part of a group whose function in life was to do nice things for people –

perhaps you did shopping for old people, say,

or you knitted blanket squares for charity.

And your group got together each week to catch up on what you’d been doing, and perhaps have a meal together,

or generally have a bit of fun together.

You’re a group, a gang, and it shows.

People know who you are.

They like you.

But then supposing you suddenly discovered that someone else was doing the same nice things as you were.

The specky, nerdish kid that nobody likes.

He was also fetching shopping for old people,

or knitting blanket squares for charity,

or whatever it was.

I wonder how you’d react.

Would you think, oh, that’s nice, good for him.

Or would you think, here, how dare he?

He’s not one of us, what does he think he’s doing?

We’re the only ones who do that job!

I think both Jesus and Moses came up against this attitude in our readings today.

“How dare they!

They’re not part of our group –

tell them to stop!”

For Jesus, it was when one of the disciples discovered that someone else was casting out demons in Jesus’ name,

but it wasn’t anybody they knew and, as far as they were concerned,

he had never met Jesus and he wasn’t One of Them.

“We tried to make him stop,” explains John, “but he wouldn’t!”

But what was Jesus’ reaction?

“Don't stop him.

No one can use my name to do something good and powerful, and in the next breath cut me down.

If he's not an enemy, he's an ally.

Why, anyone by just giving you a cup of water in my name is on our side.

Count on it that God will notice.”

And something very much the same has happened in our Old Testament reading, too.

Moses has got fed up again –

Moses frequently gets fed up!

This time, the children of Israel have been grumbling because they don’t like the food.

God has been supplying them with Manna –

nobody knows quite what that was,

but it was a basic food source for them while they were wandering in the desert.

Anyway, although they hated being in slavery in Egypt,

they are beginning to miss all the fish,

and the melons,

the leeks,

the cucumbers,

the onions

and the garlic.

Well, I don’t blame them, really –

I think I’d miss those things if I couldn’t have them!

But not worth being a slave for!

Anyway, God is a bit cross with them and says that okay, they want meat –

fine, he’ll give them so much meat they’ll get sick and tired of it!

At this stage, Moses doesn’t know how on earth God plans to do this –

later, we learn it was flocks of quails,

which are a type of rather delicious game bird –

and it all seems a bit much, so he gets his 70 elders, his team leaders, together to pray.

And while this is happening, the Holy Spirit falls on the elders,

and they begin to speak forth God’s word.

This was unusual in those days –

the Holy Spirit didn’t come to people as a matter of routine,

in the way that he does today,

so when it did happen, it was thought to be a mark of God’s favour.

And there are two of the elders who, for whatever reason, haven’t joined the gathering.

Their names are Eldad and Medad, and they have stayed in the camp –

but because they are elders, the Holy Spirit has also fallen on them.

Oh dear.

So, of course, someone comes running up to tell Moses, and his heir, Joshua –

the same Joshua for whom the book of the Bible is named –

says “Well, aren’t you going to stop them?”

Moses, I think, roars with laughter.

“Are you jealous for me?

I wish that all God's people were prophets.

I wish that God would put his Spirit on all of them.”

A wish that, of course, came true at Pentecost.

But do you see?

It’s all about wanting to exclude people, isn’t it?

They’re not part of the gang, so they can’t do what we do.

They mustn’t be allowed.

They must stop casting out demons in Jesus’ name, or they must stop speaking forth God’s word in prophecy.

Oh dear.

Not good.

Well, yes, we know that in theory, but do we know it in practice?

It’s all too easy to exclude people, isn’t it?

For a wide variety of reasons.

Primary school kids sometimes form gangs whose whole idea is to exclude the opposite sex:

No Girls Allowed;

No Boys allowed.

That’s relatively harmless, of course –

but then you get the ones who exclude people whose skin colour is different, or who perhaps have some kind of disability.

Or who are of a different religion –

it is a very short step between reckoning that they’re mistaken in what they believe, to reckoning they, themselves are bad people for believing it.

None of this is nice;

it’s the road to ethnic cleansing, to genocide, to the Holocaust.

A road humanity has trodden all too often, and will probably tread all too often in the future.

But almost worst is when it happens in the Church.

You will probably know better than I do the story of what happened when Black Christians first came over to this country with the Empire Windrush and its successors,

and it’s not pretty.

But that’s not the only form of exclusion, even if it is the most obvious one.

You may or may not know that this Circuit supports a charity called L’Arche, which describes itself as “a worldwide federation of people, with and without learning disabilities, working together for a world where all belong”.

One of their communities is quite near here, and one of the Circuit’s former Manses is used as a hostel for some of their workers.

All well and good –

but I wonder how comfortable we would be if a group of people from the local community rocked up to church one Sunday to worship with us?

I hate to have to admit it, but I’m not sure I would be very comfortable just at first, not until I got to know the people. Would you?

Or if, as happened in a parish in Stoke-on-Trent a couple of years ago, we were overwhelmed by an influx of refugees looking for somewhere to warm up,

just for an hour or so…

and were unable to do so at the local Mosque, for whatever reason?

I gather the church in Stoke-on-Trent was not at all pleased with its vicar for opening the doors to refugees, and many left –

but many new people have joined the church and been baptised, because of the welcome they received.

And for others, they just want a place where they are able to pray,

even if they don’t yet want to become Christian.

Could we do something like that if God asked us?

Would we?

Or how welcoming would you feel if a gay or lesbian couple joined us for worship – again, I’m quite sure once we got to know them, we’d accept them for who they are and like them very much

but, as you know, you never get a second chance to make a first impression.

And if you get thrown by their arrival, and show you’re thrown –

well, maybe they’d get the impression they weren’t welcome?

And maybe if they did feel welcome, they might bring their friends….

Oh dear.

We really aren’t very good at being tolerant and open and affirming and welcoming, are we?

It’s partly human nature, of course; we come to this church because this is where we feel at home, this is where our friends are.

It’s our Christian community, and we like it just the way it is.

But the church exists, as I’m sure you’ve heard me say before, for the benefit of those who are not yet its members,

not just for those who are!

And we don’t like that, so we try to limit God:

who is in, who is out?

Who’s in God’s gang?

But God doesn’t.

We’re not Christians because of what we do or don’t believe;

we’re Christians because God loves us and has sent his Son to die for us.

We have responded to that, but that’s not what has saved us –

God has!

Some years ago now, there was a man in America who, for a variety of reasons, decided to spend this year worshipping in a different church every Sunday,

not just Christian churches, either, but Jewish and all sorts.

I followed his blog for a couple of months;

I can’t remember how I first found it.

It was fascinating reading his journal, and watching his faith grow and develop.

On one occasion, he went to a church that he found constraining –

they were, for his taste, too negative, too full of “Thou shalt nots”.

And after some thought –

and argument with people from that church who commented on his reflections –

and a Sunday spent worshipping in a Church that was rather more to his taste, he had this to say:

“I don't care who you are,

what you've done,

who you voted for,

how often you read the Bible,

or what your political stance is on gay marriage or abortion.

I don't care if you are gay, straight, or bisexual.

I don't care if you've had sex with a thousand people

or you're forty years old and saving yourself for marriage.

I don't care if you are Methodist, Catholic, Muslim,

or you sat next to me at the Church of Scientology.

GOD LOVES YOU.

Not because of what you can do for him,

but because he's freaking God,

so he doesn't need you to do a damn thing.

He loves you because he made you.

He created you to be the jacked up person you are,

and he loves you in spite of your flaws.

You're the Prodigal Son.

So am I.

And God is running toward us with open arms.

Nothing else matters except his desire to welcome us back home.

And he's waiting.

Despite the thousands of rules Pharisees will lay on you to convince you that you're unworthy of God's love,

God says you are worthy because of the sacrifice Jesus made two thousand years ago.

Period.

Bottom line.

End of story.”

To which I could only respond:

“Amen!”

And, that being the case, how dare we exclude anybody?

They may not worship God the same way we do;

they may look different, or behave differently.

They may have quite different views about all sorts of issues that we think are important.

But, as Jesus said, “Why, anyone by just giving you a cup of water in my name is on our side.

Count on it that God will notice.”

And then Jesus went on to give a warning:

“On the other hand, if someone –

however insignificant they might seem –

is believing in me and you put up a road block and turn them back,

you’ll be made to pay for it.

You’d have been better off being dumped in the middle of the bay wearing concrete boots.”

You see, it does matter.

We are all part of God’s kingdom, and woe betide us if we try to exclude anybody, or try to make someone else feel they don’t fit in.

God is Love –

and woe betide us if we try to cut anybody off from that love.

Just because they aren’t on our team doesn’t mean they’re crap players!

The Whole Armour of God

I finally worked out what I'd done wrong so that the recording didn't record on the last two sermons!  There were several changes from the text, so do have a listen.....

Last week, Robert and I took our grandsons to visit the museum of Jewish life, up in Camden Town. It is actually quite an interesting museum to visit in its own right, but the main reason we went was that there was a temporary exhibition about the life of René Goscinny, the man who wrote the text of the Astérix books with his colleague, Albert Uderzo.

Now, I expect you all know Astérix the Gaul, who, with his friend Obélix, lived in a little village in Brittany which refused point-blank to accept the Roman rule that covered all the rest of what is now France. And specialised in making the local troops’ lives a misery. But it’s about those Roman soldiers that I want to think this morning, and I’m hoping we can get a picture of a Roman soldier, as drawn by Mr Uderzo, up on the screen.

I’m sure, of course, that you have heard about God’s armour before! The belt of truth – truth is so vital to all our dealings with God, and with God’s people. It’s not just about always telling the truth; that too, although there are times when that is not the kindest option – you wouldn’t tell anybody that their bum looked big in this, even if it did, and you certainly wouldn’t tell a grieving widow that her husband had been the biggest crook going and you had loathed his guts! It’s about telling the truth, but it’s also about being truthful about yourself, especially to God. You see, it’s no good hiding the bits about yourself that you don’t like – God knows them all anyway.

And you know all this stuff, too. You know about the breastplate of righteousness – God’s righteousness, not ours. You know about the shoes of the Gospel of Peace – for although we are called to fight against what St Paul calls “the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers of this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places.”, although we are called to fight against them, we are called, above all else, to be peacemakers.

You know about the shield of faith – how it is used, not just to protect ourselves, but to protect each other, too. The Romans knew about that, and Mr Uderzo drew at least one picture of them in “tortoise” formation. Could we see that picture?

Although in one book I read, it is described thus: “The Company had tried that formation—practiced it often, used it rarely—but the sergeant remembered how it felt, how it hindered the troops, blinded by the shields, crowded together. It was hard to walk without bumping into someone, hard even to breathe when they'd done it in the hot southern climate. She didn't think cold would make it easier.”

Moon, Elizabeth. Deeds of Honor: Paksenarrion World Chronicles (p. 94). Jabberwocky Literary Agency, Inc.. Kindle Edition.

So not easy – but if it protects your friends? Anyway, once again, you know all about this; you will have had sermons on this passage many times. The helmet of salvation, too, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the Word of God, St Paul tells us.

Our Roman legionary had all these things – well, their earthly equivalents, anyway – and both St Paul and his readers would have been familiar with them, as they would have seen the legionaries out and about in their towns, perhaps garrisoned there, perhaps just marching through. But it was a picture they all knew. This is what a soldier looked like. They knew all about belts and breastplates, shoes and helmets, swords and shields in ways that we can only know from pictures and cartoons. Although we do see our police with riot shields sometimes, and we know they wear bullet-proof vests and helmets on occasion, so perhaps it’s not quite so strange to us, if we can put it in modern terms.

But how do we get this armour? How do we “put on the whole armour of God”? Where do we find it? Are we terrible people when we find we don’t have much faith, or much righteousness?

Um, no! The clue is in the name – the whole armour of God! It is God’s armour, which God gives to us as we need, when we need.

I am sure you’re familiar with the phenomenon where a phrase of Scripture simply jumps out and hits you in the face, even though you have read that passage many, many times before. The other week, I was preaching on the story of Daniel and Bathsheba, and while someone was reading the story to the congregation, this verse jumped out at me. This is God speaking to David through Nathan the Prophet: “I made you king of Israel and rescued you from Saul. I gave you his kingdom and his wives; I made you king over Israel and Judah. If this had not been enough, I would have given you twice as much.”

“If this had not been enough, I would have given you twice as much.” Sometimes we struggle – well, I say “we”, but I know it’s true of me, and thus tend to assume it’s true of everybody – sometimes I struggle to think of God as generous, of God as the one who gives and gives and gives! We only have to ask! It’s not like that awful prosperity theology which says you have to “prime the pump” by giving, usually to the preacher, vast sums of money so that God can bless you. God doesn’t work like that. God gives and gives and gives, because God loves us.

And so it is with the armour that we need to protect us. God gives and gives and gives more than we need. We don’t have to plead and beg with him, but just say “Help!” and the help is there. Jesus has won the victory over the powers of evil; we may struggle to resist temptation, and perhaps we feel we lose more often that we’d like. I know I do….

But the point is, we need to practice all this. I’ve said this before, I think – we choose to be God’s people, we choose to let God love us, but so often we don’t practice it. We don’t spend time with God – and St Paul tells us, in our reading from Ephesians, that prayer is the best weapon there is. We don’t spend time with God because spending time with God very often involves looking at ourselves, and really not liking what we see! So we avoid God, rather like Adam and Eve did in the garden after they had eaten the fruit.

And, of course, that is totally the wrong thing to do. What we ought to do – and I’m speaking to myself every bit as much as to you – what we ought to do is to spend more time with God, look at the bits of ourselves we hate, and give them to God, too! And then spend as much time with God as we can – not necessarily praying in words all the time – we couldn’t, anyway – but being aware of God’s presence with us.

It isn’t always easy. In our Gospel reading, we heard how many people found Jesus’ teaching about eating his Body and drinking his Blood far too difficult to cope with, and went away. We have grown up with eating his Body and drinking his Blood through Holy Communion, so it doesn’t disgust us the way it did his first hearers, but we all have our own sticking-points. But when Jesus asked the Twelve whether they, too, wished to leave, Peter replied on their behalf: “Lord, to whom can we go? You have the words of eternal life. We have come to believe and know that you are the Holy One of God.”

“Lord, to whom can we go? You have the words of eternal life!”

That’s what it’s all about, isn’t it. We have chosen to serve God, we have chosen to put on the whole armour of God. We have chosen to be God’s people. And God himself will give us what we need to enable us to be God’s person in a largely secular society. What we need, and more than what we need – the whole armour of God, in fact.

We didn’t have our Old Testament reading earlier, but I’m going to have it now, to end this sermon, as in it, Joshua asks the people to choose whether they want to serve God or not. And the people choose to serve God. So Nike and I are going to read the beginning of the reading, and then we are all going to join in the verses where the people reply. They’ll be up on the screen. It’s from Joshua chapter 24. And let us use the people’s words as our prayer of recommitment to God.

Narrator: Then Joshua gathered all the tribes of Israel to Shechem.  They stood before Joshua and before God.  Joshua retold the whole story of their people. He started with Abraham, reminded them of the hardships of slavery in Egypt, and recounted the way God led them out of slavery.  He reminded them that God had been with them while they wandered in the wilderness and had given them their new homes in the Promised Land.  Then Joshua said to all the people,

Joshua:  Now therefore honour the Lord, and serve God sincerely and faithfully.  Put away the gods that your ancestors served beyond the River and in Egypt, and serve the Lord.  If you are unwilling to serve the Lord, choose this day whom you will serve, whether the gods your ancestors served in the region beyond the River or the gods of the Amorites in whose land you are living; but as for me and my household, we will serve the Lord.

Narrator:  Then the people answered,

People: Far be it from us that we should forsake the Lord to serve other gods; for it is the Lord our God who brought us and our ancestors up from the land of Egypt, out of the house of slavery, and who did those great signs in our sight.  The Lord protected us along all the way that we went, and among all the peoples through whom we passed.  And, the Lord drove out before us all the peoples who lived in the land. Therefore we also will serve the Lord, for the Lord is our God.

Therefore, we also will serve the Lord, for the Lord is our God. Amen.