Showing posts with label Phillip. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Phillip. Show all posts

Sunday, April 28, 2024

4.28.24 "Circles" Westminster Presbyterian Church, Pasadena, CA

 Psalm 22.25-31; Acts 8.26-40


Once upon a time,

A long time ago,

In a land far away,

A most wonderful day.


The Spirit said to Phillip: Get up and go … 

And not just anywhere, but head down south,

The road to Gaza … a road in the wilderness.


Prepare ye the way of the LORD … a voice crying in the wilderness …


In the wilderness, the children of Israel wander for 40 years … to get some things figured out …

In the wilderness, 40 days of fasting … Jesus discerns his purpose.


In the wilderness, the Ethiopian Eunuch, advisor to the Queen.


He’d been in Jerusalem to worship.

Conducted some business, I’m sure … purchased a few souvenirs for friends and family, and now he’s on his way home.


Reading a scroll … like any one of us picking up a book while on vacation …  


The Spirit says to Phillip - Go over to that chariot and join it.

 

The chariot - more than the Ben Hur kind … it’s luxurious … room for a driver or two, seats for several occupants, covered to provide shade … like a carriage. 


Phillip hears the man reading aloud, and asks: Do you understand what you’re reading?


The man replies: Who or what is Isaiah talking about?


Phillip tells him about Jesus …  


The man stops the chariot by some water … What is to prevent me from being baptized?


Phillip and the man step into the water … a deep pool? a small stream? a puddle? … water it is, in the wilderness … and there the man is baptized.


No muss, no fuss, no problem at all.


What’s the point of the story?


How large is the love of God?


A hotly debated question for the people of ancient Israel - who’s in, and who’s out? … who’s welcome, and who isn’t?


In the Bible, books like Nehemiah and Ezra draw a small circle - other books, like Jonah and Ruth, draw a large circle … the Prophet Isaiah draws the circle even larger.


The Bible has more than one voice on the question …


Who’s in, who’s out … 


The early church faced the same questions.


The earliest Christians were all Jews … 

Circumcised

The material center of their faith, The Temple.

They honored the Dietary Laws.


The three essential elements: circumcision, temple, diet.


Those elements remained in place for the first Christians … with the addition of a fourth element: Jesus, the anointed one - who fulfills the prophecy of Isaiah, the very words the Ethiopian Official was reading that day in the wilderness.


Ultimately, the three original elements were modified … 70 years after Jesus was born, the Temple was destroyed … Paul the Apostle said: Circumcision is no longer required … and the Apostle Peter revised the dietary laws.


How large is the circle?


The man from Ethiopia is part of that story … the incoming of Gentiles to the Christian Community … should they be circumcised? should they obey the dietary laws?


Throughout Christian History, the same questions … conflicts often bloody, wars fought, people imprisoned, tortured, and killed … all in the name of Jesus.


Christians fought with Muslims and killed Jews … after the Reformation, Protestants fought with Catholics, and later, Protestants fought with Protestants …  


I remember growing up … if a Catholic attended a Protestant Church, it was accounted a mortal sin … Protestants thought Catholics were all going to hell … within each group, bickering, debate, denunciation, and fistfights … Lutherans didn’t like Presbyterians, Presbyterians didn’t like Baptists, and everyone thought Episcopalians drank too much wine.


Who’s in? Who’s out?


In America, many a religious conflict along racial lines … 


And then immigrants … 


White Christians from Europe defined who was in and who wasn’t, who could be a Christian, and who could be an American.


Women paid a huge price: they couldn’t joining the inner circles of the church, forbidden to offer the sacraments, and never to preach …


Presbyterians had strict rules about communion, who could come to the Table and who couldn’t … we had our ways!


During the Civil War, Baptists, Methodists, Presbyterians, divided over the question of slavery … within each group, further in-fighting … just recently, the Methodist Church split over gender-identity.


Presbyterians have split repeatedly in the last 150 years over women’s ordination, how to read the Bible, dancing, card playing, theater attendance, the specifics of the Westminster Confession of Faith, and gender. 


Baptists have split over all sorts of questions, too, questions about salvation, heaven and hell, and how to be saved.


And always, the Bible is quoted, papers written, pulpits pounded. 


Who’s in, who’s out?


Over the years of my life, my circle has grown larger … 


It’s a lotta work to keep people out … to keep drawing lines in the sand, building walls, digging ditches … manning the ramparts to fight off the enemies … it’s a lotta work to draw small circles.


Who’s in, Who’s out?


I guess we all have to make our own decisions … I’ve made mine, and it’s been in process of all my life … 


Given who I am, even as a small child, I had a deep and comforting sense of God’s presence … little Tommy Eggebeen always had a friend in Jesus.


As I grew, matured, experienced the good and the bad of life, the good and bad of my own soul … the LORD led me into ministry.


I continue to read the Bible, consult with theologians, historians, … women and men of color, who are doing some of the best theological work of the day … women called by God to become outstanding ministers … gay and lesbian friends who serve the LORD  … trans-gender friends who love Christ and give thanks every day for finding their identity in new ways of joy, freedom and faith … 


Who’s in, Who’s out?

Who’s a Christian, and who isn’t?

Who’s going to heaven, and who’s going to hell?

Who’s an American, and who isn’t?

How do you answer the questions?

How do you read the Bible?

How do you see your world?

What do you believe? … and why?


I believe, with all my heart:


The LORD Jesus Christ whom I know and serve, has saved me, guided me, loved me … forgives me again and again, sees me through, challenges me all along the way, comes to me in the midst of it all.


The LORD Jesus Christ has been my faithful companion from the day of my birth, 

Jesus witnessed my baptism, 

my confession of faith, 

my education and ordination, 

my marriage, my home, my work, my life and prayers … 

this LORD … this Jesus … this Christ, 


Draws a very, very, wide circle.


Hallelujah and Amen!

Monday, January 19, 2009

Follow - January 18, 2009

John 1:43-51

How did any of us come to this point in time?
Here we are, in church.

I’m a pastor.
You’re parishioners.
We’re baptized in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit …
We’re followers of Jesus …

How in the world did that happen?

In today’s passage from John,
So many simple things, little things …
And before you know it, something has happened …
A claim has been made upon the soul …
Just a moment ago, life moving in one direction.
Now, a change of pace …
To follow him – a new direction.

Frederick Buechner, the Presbyterian minister/writer …
Tells of his own beginnings …

After great success with his first novel – his picture appearing in Time, Newsweek and Life, Buechner moves to New York City to pursue fame and fortune … only to find the least expected!
 Not yet a believer of any sorts, he nonetheless pays a visit to Madison Avenue Presbyterian Church, less than a block from his apartment.
A small thing, to live less than a block from such a church … wonder if God had a hand in that one …

Madison Avenue – with George Buttrick preaching – Beuchner becomes a believer, and then one day, a simple phrase from Buttrick seals the deal for Buechner – a simple phrase …

Buttrick said: Jesus was crowned in the hearts of people who believe in him, a coronation that takes place "among confession, and tears, and great laughter."

The phrase “great laughter” touched Buechner and nudged him into the kingdom.
He writes: I was moved to wonderful tears from the deepest part of who I was.

In his autobiography, The Sacred Journey , Buechener describes the moment as one of finding Christ … and being found by him, in a profoundly transforming way.

How did any of us come to this point in time?
That we should be followers of Jesus.

Our reading today from John triggers all sort of thoughts for me …
It says so simply, Jesus finds Phillip.

I like the word “find” …
It’s good to find things …
To find my glasses … or the book I was reading last week, and where in the world did I put it?
It’s a good to find a good restaurant … or a good job.

It’s good to find our way …
Which way we shall we go?
Right, left?
North, south?


It’s a good thing to be found …
Amazing grace …
One I was lost, but now am found

Jesus finds Phillip …

I suspect that’s a big part of it for most of us …
That’s why we’re here …
Jesus finds us …
Somehow, somewhere, somehow …
Amid the tangle of time and events …

Jesus found me when I was a child …
Before I had any conscious will … it was God; it was not yet Jesus … he would come later in my life, much later …

Some of us have childhood memories of God.
A presence …
A love …

For some of us, the journey began later in life … maybe a high school youth group … maybe a friend in college … or even later – a crisis drives us to our knees and we cry out in despair …
Something …
Someone …
Somewhere …
Somehow …

Jesus finds us …

Then Phillip finds Nathaniel …
Nathaniel isn’t too sure about any of this …
Can anything good come out of Nazareth? he asks.

Phillip says, Give it a try … what’s to lose?

I’ve had a good many Phillips in my life …
I bet you have, too.
The inviters!
Folks who help us leave behind the comfort and safety of our fig tree … that little place in life where we’ve made a home for ourselves … but something comes along and invites us to get up and get going … to a new place …
Like Nathaniel, we grumble a bit … what’s all the to-do about? What’s the fuss?
We think: Leave me alone; can’t you see I’m doing just fine as I am? My fig tree is fine tree; come and sit with me.
But thank God for the Phillips in our life …
The inviters.

Let’s stop a moment …
I want you to think about your inviters … the Phillips in your life …
Folks who invited you to the adventure of faith …

Let’s take a few moments … recall some names … folks who invited you to God …
…. …. ….

Now …
Form some small groups … 4 or 5 folks …
Yup, ya’ gotta get up and leave your fig tree … … …

Okay?
Now share with each other your Phillips …
Who invited you to God?

[sharing] … … … …

For me, the Rev. Jerome DeJong, Immanuel Reformed Church, Grand Rapids, Michigan; Dr. DeJong is now with the LORD.
25 years ago, I wrote to him … told him of my life and work, and how much he meant to me.
He wrote back – a simple note of thanks … saying what most pastors say: “It’s great to know that my words and work made some difference in someone’s life.”

The second, my friend and colleague, the Rev. Bob Orr, my parish associate in Detroit – Bob is a man of adventure – time and again, Bob said to me, “Let’s do such and so,” and off we’d go.
Because of him, we paid a visit to Willow Creek Church in Chicago, what would become a powerful chapter in my life
And then he introduced me to the Abbey of Gethsemane in the hills of Kentucky … once a year, we’d go for a long weekend – burning into my heart and mind images that will never be forgotten – the sounds and smells of monastery … monks chanting, the pungent odor of incense … the clink and clank of dishes and silverware in silent dining …
Bob is still inviting me … sends me books … and fascinating emails …
He’s been great at getting me to leave behind my comfy fig tree.

How in the world did any of us get here?
That we should be followers of Jesus.

It’s extraordinary thing when I think about it …

That any of us should be there today …

Amen and Amen!