Sunday, June 27, 2010

What a Glorious Past!

The Rev. Dr. Whitworth Ferguson III
Manassas Presbyterian Church
Manassas, Virginia
June 27, 2010

What a Glorious Past!
Luke 9:51-62

The real estate agent stood looking at the brick walls that rose
from the foundations in the overgrown garden.
The building was so obviously solid and strong.
She knew the roof was in good shape;
the mechanicals and electric system were all up to date.
The building had, as they say, “good bones”.

A quick look showed many other pluses:
Lots of open space,
plenty of parking,
convenient location.

Still, she wondered: how should she market the property?
Who would be interested?
Could it be converted into office space?
Would it make a good medical practice?
What about an extension campus for the community college?
Or maybe she should try simply to sell the land,
and look at the building as something that
new owners would want to tear down
and replace with their own design.

She unlocked the door and walked the darkened halls
peering into one room after another.
Silence was her only companion,
silence and more than a few spiders who’d built webs
in almost every corner.

This was once a building that had buzzed with activity,
filled with noise from early morning until late at night,
joyful noise: children laughing, singing;
young people talking even as they texted;
older people sharing stories,
so many stories shared over so many meals!
Every room had a unique soundprint
now stamped forever in the walls, floors and ceilings.

As the agent walked the floors
she thought to herself that if ever a building could feel lonely,
this would be it.

She could barely bring herself to look at the space
at the end of the hall.
It was a large room built for one purpose –
bringing people together;
bringing together men and women, young and old,
from all backgrounds, neighborhoods
all gathered in one place
to sing, to listen, to learn.
It was a room where strangers were welcomed,
where the joyful celebrated,
and the grieving, lost, and lonely were comforted.

And now it was empty, so painfully empty.
The furniture all gone, every bit of it,
all sold at auction,
the chairs, the piano, the organ,
even the pulpit and the Table.

The story was too familiar:
a church with a glorious past,
a rich history steeped in tradition,
a church that had been woven into the fabric of the community;
Generation after generation born there,
married there,
buried there.
As one pastor put it so colorfully,
it was filled with countless stories of
“hatching, matching, and dispatching,”

The agent didn’t know all the details of
what had happened here,
but the pattern was always the same:
The first to drift away were the young families,
the children pleading with parents
to go to other places where friends from school went,
where there were more things to do,
more fun, more activities.

That started the decline
which then continued, slowly at first,
barely noticeable.
But before long the membership had shrunk to the point
where the congregation found itself struggling financially.
Debates raged within, some arguing for change,
while others were adamant that tradition must prevail.
Lots of talking,
but no one listening.

Eventually the remnant made the painful decision to close.
There was a last, sad service,
and then everyone scattered.
Some found their way to other churches,
but many were so bitter over the whole experience,
they turned away from church – any church.

The pastor and a few volunteers
oversaw the final shut-down:
removing the sign,
disconnecting the phone,
saying goodbye to the remaining staff
as they joined the ranks of the unemployed.

The real estate agent was baffled by the paradox:
churches closing even as other churches
were opening, often right in the same neighborhood.
Big new places with auditoriums designed to seat a thousand people,
room after room for all kinds of activities,
many of the buildings with gyms and basketball courts;
she heard that one of them even had
a small Starbucks in the lobby.

She walked out of the building
and locked the door behind her.
She knew what she needed to do:
she would market the building to a medical practice
she knew was looking for larger space.
With some renovations, it would be ideal for them.
In two years, no one would know
it had ever been a church.

This is not a story of any one church in particular.
It is rather a composite of what is happening all around us.
Churches closing,
even as other churches are opening.

There is an adage that ministers learn very early on in their careers:
every church is just one generation away from closing,
from shutting down,
from going out of business.
Now matter how glorious a church’s past,
no matter how extraordinary a church’s history,
it is the present,
and even moreso, the future,
that matters,
that should always be the focus
of clergy and congregation.

Our Session -- the 15 Elders and I --
have been spending more and more time
talking about the future of our church,
where we think God is calling us.

At one of our meetings a few months back
we broke into 3 groups,
and each group was sent off to a different room
to spend some time envisioning the future,
thinking about the future.
Each group was asked to paint in words a picture
of what they thought our church would look like
a year from now,
two years from now,
three years from now.

We talked about worship,
education,
our Early Learning Center,
staffing,
building needs.
It was an exciting exercise - to think about our future.

In the book of Proverbs there is a text
that we can read a number of different ways
depending on what meanings we give the ancient Hebrew words,
but the most common translation is
“where there is no vision, the people perish”
(Proverbs 29:18)
When the people of God are not looking forward,
embracing the vision,
the future that God is calling them to,
they will perish,
fade away into the pages of history.

I once had the pleasure of spending time with and learning from
a very wise, very smart man named Charles Handy,
a British management writer,
who frequently used the aphorism that we tend to go through life
like men and women rowing a boat:
we work hard pulling at the oars
to move our boat forward,
but our eyes, our focus,
are fixed firmly on what is past,
only occasionally do we look over our shoulders
to see what lies ahead.

Handy was always trying to encourage his corporate clients
to look forward, to embrace the future,
to adapt to changing conditions and circumstances.
He wanted his clients to understand the reality
that the future will be here in five minutes
whether we’re looking forward or not,
whether we’re ready for it, or not.

Organizations that have glorious pasts are often at the greatest risk
because they tend to focus too much on their history,
too much their past;
they are often fiercely protective of it.
People within happy to respond to the question
of why something is done in some particular way,
with the words,
“Because we’ve always done it that way.”

We have a rich history here at Manassas Presbyterian Church,
a glorious past that goes back 143 years.
But our history, our glorious past, is simply the foundation
on which God calls us to build our future.
And while life may often be filled unanswered questions
and uncertainty, as we’ve talked about the past two weeks,
one of the things we know for sure
is that God’s Holy Spirit is always calling us forward --
into the future.

Session’s decision to restore the office of Associate Pastor
is a bold and confident step into our future,
the future that God is calling us to.
It is a decision we should all be excited about;
we should all embrace.

I’m excited about it!
Not because having another pastor will ease my workload.
Not at all: we want to call an Associate Pastor
because we see many ministries in our church
that we are either not serving adequately,
or not serving at all.
The Associate Pastor will fill glaring holes in our ministry.

We anticipate that the Associate Pastor will spend
fully two-thirds of his or her time working with our young people:
our Middle Schoolers, High Schoolers, and
our growing group of young folks
who are between the ages of 18 and 30.
The adolescent years,
high school years,
and what I call the “starter” years
are such critical, transformative
and also stress-filled years.
Our young people need someone to walk with them,
to work with them,
yes, even to Facebook and Tweet with them.

A couple of recent studies have warned churches
of all denominations
that we are at risk of losing a generation of young people,
that they will just walk away from church entirely
and not return – not to any church of any denomination.
They find too many churches and denominations
too judgmental,
too political,
too close-minded,
as well as dull, boring, uninspiring.
Too filled with people like James and John from our lesson,
so quick to condemn and cut off the different.
(See: http://www.barna.org/teens-next-gen-articles/
see also “Unchristian”, by David Kinnaman)

Presbyterian, Methodist, Baptist, Congregational;
Mainline, Evangelical, Fundamentalist, Pentecostal:
we all face the same problem:
we all risk turning young people away from faith,
away from thinking of themselves
as spiritual young men and women.
away from embracing their identity as children of God
and disciples of Christ.

One study showed that more than 60% of young men and women
in their twenties, who had been actively involved
in church life in their teens,
described themselves ten years later
as “spiritually disengaged”
turned off, not interested,
finding nothing to feed them, challenge them,
guide them in churches.

We cannot do this to our young people.
We must not do this to our young people.

Our responsibility is to kindle the faith of every young person
who comes through our doors.
We do this by loving them, embracing them,
welcoming them,
listening to them,
teaching them, guiding them,
and giving them resources they need to help them grow,
to help them navigate life’s challenges;
the same resources most of us had
as we were growing up.

We can find lots of reasons to say
we’d love to, but we can’t,
now isn’t a good time,
perhaps in another year or two.
But the second part of our lesson
reminds us that Jesus doesn’t call us to a life
that accommodates our schedule, our wants,
our comfort level.
And he isn’t the least bit interested in hearing excuses
or rationales:

Jesus says so simply,
“Follow me……
Now!
We have work to do,  NOW!
Follow me, through the present
and into the future.”

Jesus is calling us to a new chapter in our history,
an incredibly exciting chapter.
Jesus is calling us to build on our glorious past
by embracing God’s vision of our future.
Jesus is calling us to look forward boldly
and follow him into the future,
because the last thing Jesus wants for any of our young people
is for them to drive by this place twenty years from now
and say, “I remember when that used to be a church”.
AMEN

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Will It Really Hold Me Up?

The Rev. Dr. Whitworth Ferguson III
Manassas Presbyterian Church
Manassas, Virginia
June 20, 2010

Will It Really Hold Me Up?
Psalm 42:1-8

The show opens with the driving beat of
Aerosmith’s song “Livin’ on the Edge”.
Bass, drums, chain-saw guitar,
Steven Tyler and the band screaming the refrain,
“Livin’ on the Edge,
Livin’ on the Edge!”

As the music beats its way into your head,
enormous trucks roar across the screen,
the term “tractor-trailer” hardly doing them justice:
80,000 pound rigs, 18 wheels,
just as many forward gears.

But these trucks aren’t trying to make their way
through the traffic jams that are part of
everyday life here in northern Virginia.
No, these trucks are thousands of miles from here,
way up in Canada’s Northwest Territories,
the Yukon,
and Alaska.

In those places it isn’t the traffic congestion that grinds down
both truck and driver,
it is the brutal winter weather,
with temperatures in January, February and March
often touching 30, even 40 below zero.

Just to get through a winter’s day there
is to live on the edge.
But the cold weather isn’t the focus of the show;
there are colder places.
No, the title of the show tells us
why driving here is living on the edge:
The show is called, “Ice Road Truckers”.

For three months each winter,
a small group of truckers eager to test themselves
against some of the most difficult driving conditions
outside the Beltway
drive their trucks on ice roads.
Not icy roads, no, these are road made of ice.

Fly over the Canadian northwest in the summer
and you’ll see a paradise of thousands of lakes, rivers and streams.
Men, women, and children out on many of them,
swimming, fishing, boating.

But come the winter, and every lake, every river
freezes solid, the ice thick enough to support 
the massive weight of huge tractor trailers.

There are diamond and gold mines,
along with oil and natural gas wells
way up in the Canadian north,
and some bright engineers realized that
while they could never hope to build paved roads
through the rough countryside,
Mother Nature provided them with ready-made roads
over the lakes and rivers for a few months each winter.
And so a new vocation was born:
ice road truckers.

To be an ice-road trucker means you have to be a man of courage.
(And in the first two seasons, all the drivers were men)
There is always the danger that the ice will give way at any moment
and you and your truck will plunge into the frigid waters.
And if that were to happen, it is real simple:
you would not survive.
And, since this is television,
we are reminded of that danger every few minutes,
with a computer-animation
that shows a truck breaking through the ice
and dropping like a rock to the bottom of the lake.

In the first two seasons of the show,
set in the Canadian Northwest
we followed every truck down the same road:
out of the shipping yard,
through the small city of Yellowknife,
then just outside of town, down a gravel road,
to the sign that said, “Ice Road”,
with an arrow pointing to the left.
The driver would turn the wheel gently to the left
and ease first the tractor, then the trailer onto the ice.
Microphones picked up every groan from the ice
as 40-, 50-, 60,000 pounds or more
spread across 18 tires and five axles
slid across the ice,
the specially-designed tires
trying to grab hold of the slick surface.

The show portrays the drivers as strong, burly,
brave, willing to risk their lives
for the hazard pay that comes with the job.
Dozens of small crosses line the roadway along its 200-mile length,
reminders of how many lives the ice roads have claimed,
reminding the truckers that death rides with them every mile.

The only drivers who could hope to master the ice roads
are those who are men of faith.
I am not speaking of faith in God, faith in Christ,
although one driver does speak regularly and comfortably
of his religious faith.

No, these men have faith in the ice:
that the ice will hold them up.
They have faith enough in the strength of the ice
to climb into the cab day in and day out,
power up, shift into gear, and go.

They may not think of themselves as men of faith,
but that’s what they are.
They’ve put their belief in something they don’t understand:
water turning to ice in cold temperatures,
temperatures so cold it freezes the water
a foot thick, two feet, three feet, more.
So thick it will support the weight of their trucks.

They’ve put their faith in men they’ve never met,
the men who go out before the ice road season begins,
out to measure the ice, test it,
assure that it is safe.
They put their faith in other men who clear the snow from the ice,
mark the boundaries,
check the weather,
warn of hazards.

Ice road truckers:
rugged men piloting big rigs through dangerous conditions;
men of faith.

They probably wouldn’t use the word “faith”, though.
They’d probably prefer words like “tough”, “strong”,
“brave”, “fearless”, “bold”…

Faith is not a word men readily embrace.
Somehow the word seems to suggest characteristics that
men think they should avoid:
uncertainty,
trusting in others,
Softness,
“warm and fuzzy” thinking.
A real man doesn’t act on faith;
he acts with equal parts certainty, conviction, and courage.
A real man is as solid as an I-beam.

And yet we have only to open the pages of the Bible
and we can find example after example
of men as tough as any ice-road truckers
who lived and walked in faith.
Strong men,
men who we could easily see
behind the wheel of a custom Kenworth.

The past few weeks our Wednesday Bible Study group
has been looking at the life of Peter,
looking at him as a person, as a man.
Read through the gospels and Peter often comes across
as dim, dull,
uncertain, stumbling,
hardly a mix of certainty, conviction and courage;
hardly a tower of strength or leadership        
as he walked with Jesus.

And yet, think about the type of man Peter was;
a fisherman,
built strong from his years hauling heavy nets
filled with fish into his boat,
pulling on oars to get to where he thought the fish were,
shoveling salt over the racks of fish
as they dried in the hot sun on the shore of the Sea of Galilee.
Hands calloused, skin tough and dry,
lips chapped from the sun, sweat, and salt;
eyes firm, strong,
able to see under the sun’s glare on the water’s surface,
to where the fish were to throw his net.
hitting his mark time after time.

If any of the 12 disciples was physical, burly,
powerful, Peter was it.
But Peter learned that it was his inner strength
that was more important than his outer strength,
his physical strength.
He learned to walk by faith as he walked with Jesus.
He took an even more radical step,
becoming a truly spiritual man,
claiming fully the power of God’s Holy Spirit,
letting the Spirit fill him to lead him,
strengthen him, guide him.

He no longer hauled in nets loaded with fish
no longer pulled at oars,
no longer shoveled salt in the hot sun,
but Peter was far stronger after that first Pentecost
than he ever had been as a man making his living from the sea.

Peter’s life as a disciple was not easy.
He was accosted, mocked, jeered,
attacked for his faith, arrested,
and he would eventually die for this faith,
crucified, nailed to a cross in Rome,
according to legend.

Still, where once he had sunk into the waters
like a great truck breaking through the ice,
because of his weak faith,
by the end of his days,
Peter could have walked across surface of the Sea of Galilee
from one side to the other
with his ankles dry as the desert.

Nicholas Wolterstorff writes of faith as,
“a footbridge that you don’t know will hold you up over the chasm
until you’re forced to walk out onto it.”
(Lament for a Son, 76)

Faith helps us handle life’s difficulties,
no matter how bad.
Last week we talked about how life is filled with questions,
and mysteries that elude our best efforts to find answers to;
As much as we wish it were,
life is not filled with certainty.

But if we walk in faith,
if we open ourselves to the power of God’s Holy Spirit,
we can grow in confidence and strength each day,
no matter what life might throw at us.
The prophet Isaiah reminds us of the promise:
“Those who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength,
they shall mount up with wings like eagles,
they shall run and not be weary,
they shall walk and not faint.”
(Isaiah 40:31)

The Psalmist gives voice to his faith,
telling all who would listen of his need for faith,
his need for God:
“as a deer longs for flowing streams,
so my soul longs for you, O God.
My soul thirsts for God,
for the living God.”

The Psalmist tells of how he struggled
when God seemed absent in his life.
He was mocked and scorned by those around him.
But he drew strength from his faith.
He speaks with such conviction,
he knows that God is always there
to lead him, guide him,
show him the way.

It is a strong man, not a weak one,
who can say, as the Psalmist does,
“For you are the God in whom I take refuge”
This is a man who is grounded,
confident;
This is a strong man who knows that God will bear him up,
a man who knows that his life is built on faith.

We need more men who are not afraid to speak of their faith,
who are not afraid to think of themselves as spiritual,
who confidently proclaim their thirst for the Lord.

Faithful men, Godly men, spiritual men,
rather than men we have too many of:
celebrities,
athletes as entertainers,
businessmen:
selfish, shifty,
sneaky, spinning,
greedy, grasping,
men who march across our television screens
puffing themselves up,
grabbing all they can for themselves,
while they hide behind press releases
and image consultants, and lawyers.

We need more men of faith who aren’t afraid
to live as Christ calls us to:
lives of selflessness,
of service, of goodness,
of outreach,
lives of faith,
built on inner strength in the Spirit.

We are all living on the edge:
the edge between life society says we ought to live,
that we think we are entitled to live,
and the real life that Christ calls us to,
a life of faith,
a deeply spiritual life.

This is a life where we are just as quick,
just as willing as the Psalmist to say,
My soul longs for you, O God.
My soul thirsts for God,
for the living God.
For you are my strength, my refuge.

This is a life that gives us the confidence to walk any road
and have faith that even if the ground beneath
trembles and cracks,
we will be held up,
for no longer are we living on the edge.
AMEN

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Twenty Questions

The Rev. Dr. Whitworth Ferguson III
Manassas Presbyterian Church
Manassas, Virginia
June 13, 2010

Twenty Questions
Job 38:2-3

I love the game show Jeopardy!
I have watched the show since its debut back in the 1960s
with Art Fleming as its host
and the dollar amounts a tenth their current values.

It is the format that I love:
you are given the answer
and you have to come up with the question:
“The All England Lawn Tennis and Croquet Club
hosts an annual tennis tournament known by this name.”
What is Wimbledon?
“He was the literary character who knew Yorick
as ‘a fellow of infinite jest’.”
Who was Hamlet?
“Jochebed, the mother of Moses, put her infant son
in a papyrus basket in the reeds on the bank of this river.”
What is the Nile?

I love the challenge of trying to respond quickly,
and the extra challenge, as host Alex Trebek reminds contestants,
of remembering to put my response in the form of a question.

My mother always encouraged me to ask questions,
ask questions about anything, everything.
And I did, apparently with a little too much vigor:
By the time I turned nine she bought a set of encyclopedias
and responded to my endless questions with, “Look it up!”

My grandfather, the first Whitworth,
also encouraged my questions.
He was a man of great knowledge and wisdom;
he seemed to know something about everything,
and when he couldn’t answer a question
he and I would search together for an answer.
He always encouraged me to question,
to probe, to look for answers.

God has given us all inquisitive minds,
minds capable of questioning,
of wondering, of inquiring.
Why do leaves change color in the Fall
and then fall from the branches of trees?
Why do some people have brown hair, others blonde,
others red or black?
How come no one is born with blue hair or yellow?
Why is that the foods that taste best
are also often the least healthy?
Why do we call the room outside this Sanctuary a “narthex”?
How did we live through southern summers
before the invention of air conditioning?
How did we survive without cellphones?

Who created the punctuation mark we are so familiar with
that tells us a group of words is a question?
Why does the Spanish language put the question mark upside down
at the beginning of a written question
as well as right side up at the end?
Why don’t we do the same thing?

How do we know that certain groups of words
in the Old Testament
and the New Testament were questions
when neither the Hebrew language nor the Greek language
used any sort of punctuation, much less question marks?

An important part of what we do in our Sunday School classes
is encourage our young people to ask questions.
It is in the asking that we learn.
Someone who asks questions is engaged, thinking,
not just soaking up information like a sponge,
but processing it, unpacking it,
looking at it from multiple angles
all in an effort to try to understand.

Not long ago one of our high-schoolers approached me after a service
and said he had a question about my sermon.
My response led to another question, and then another.
I looked at his bulletin and he had filled it with questions
that had come to him as he listened.

It is much easier to accept information,
accept things as they are,
not ask questions.
Life would have been so much simpler for Galileo
four hundred years ago
if he had not started to ask questions about
whether the earth might have been moving around the sun
rather than the other way around.
Leaders of the church condemned his very questions,
because, they said, they questioned Holy Scripture.
Hadn’t the Psalmist written
“God has established the world,
it shall never be moved”? (Psalm 93:1)
How could anyone dare to question that?
The word of the Lord!

How easy it would have been for Darwin
to have accepted the creation story we read in Genesis
as scientific fact and not to have starting asking questions
that led to his theory of evolution.

To those who argue that the Genesis story
is in fact how God created the earth and all living things,
we can put such a simple question: “how do you know?”
Did those individuals who wrote down the words
we read in Genesis witness God at work?
Did they see with their own eyes what happened?
Perhaps God stopped by one day for coffee
and said to them, “Get out your pencils
and I’ll tell you how I did it.”

To those who think science and faith are mutually exclusive,
we can ask the question:
Why can’t we embrace the science of evolution,
the science of astrophysics,
the Big Bang theory,
all as dramatic evidence of God’s incredible powers of creation?

Three weeks ago I joined our Middle School Sunday School class
and began my time with them with a question:
“If you could ask God one question,
what would it be?”

They had such wonderful responses,
so thoughtful:
•What is heaven like? Where is it?
•Are we the only planet in the Universe with human life?
•Why didn’t God create us fully loaded,
our brains already filled with all those things we need to know
so we don’t have to bother with questions?
•Why did God make icky creatures like ticks,
mosquitoes, fleas, flies, centipedes and spiders?
•If God didn’t want Adam and Eve to eat the fruit of the tree
in the Garden of Eden,
then why did God put the tree there in the first place?
•Why did God give us free will if God knew
we’d end up making a lot of bad decisions?
•Why does God allow war?
•Why does God allow suffering?
•If we humans were to destroy ourselves through war,
or by poisoning ourselves through pollution,
would God re-create humanity and start all over again?
•Is God proud of us?

These are all such wonderfully thoughtful, profound questions
from our 6th, 7th, and 8th graders.
The very act of asking these questions
is part of learning,
part of the process of seeking understanding
as we seek to grow in faith.

What is important isn’t finding the answers;
in fact the answers may elude us.
It is the simple process of wrestling with the questions
that helps us to learn more about God.

To the question, why did God make mosquitoes
and other annoying insects,
we can find a simple answer pretty easily:
the insects provide food for birds and other creatures.
But of course that doesn’t answer the question of
why God created mosquitoes that jab us
for a quick drink of our blood,
or ticks and fleas that transmit disease.

Let’s look at a tougher question:
Why did God grace us with free will?
Why did God give us the ability to make decisions for ourselves,
when God surely must have known
that we’d make a lot of bad decisions?

Look what happened in the Garden of Eden.
God laid out the rules for Adam and Eve:
do anything you like, eat anything you like,
just stay away from that tree over there.
And what did Adam and Eve do:
they looked at the tree, listened to the serpent,
and then they exercised their free will,
and made their choice to disobey God’s very clear instructions.

You can imagine God groaning,
shaking his head:
“I leave them alone for 10 minutes.
Ten minutes!
and what do they do?
They paid no attention to what I told them.”

Do you suppose God regretted giving humans free will after that?
Or after Cain killed Abel?
Or after Joseph’s brothers plotted to sell him as a slave?
Do you suppose God thought,
“I didn’t give free will to any of my other creatures;
What was I thinking when I gave free will to humans?”

But even though we don’t know the mind of God,
we can formulate an answer that fits with God’s grace,
God’s love for us:
God gave us free will so we would come to him
because we want to,
because we choose to.
We come to God grounded in love,
not because we are compelled to against our will.
Of all the roads we could take,
the road to God is the one we choose to take,
the one we want to take.

God could very easily have created us as human marionettes,
with God pulling the strings.
But God’s love for us is so great
that God sets us free to decide for ourselves what we want to do,
how we want to live our lives,
and what role we will grant God in our lives,
how far we are willing to let God in.

It is because we have free will that we can choose the paths of
greed, dishonesty, selfishness --
any kind of sinful behavior, large or small,
major or relatively minor.

It is also because of our free will that many of the questions
that we would ask of God
can be turned around and asked of us.
If we were to ask why God allows war, for example,
we would have to ask ourselves
why do we allow war?
God isn’t the one who builds weapons and pulls triggers.
We do.
Why?
God is the one who teaches us that the path
we are called to walk is the path of peace.
We talked about that just two weeks ago.

It is the same thing when we ask why God allows suffering.
We have to ask, why do we allow suffering?
Why do we allow even one person to die of hunger?
Why do we allow one child to die for want of medicine?
Why are we allowing tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands
of birds, turtles, and other wildlife and fish
to die horrific deaths in the ooze of the Gulf oil spill?
They are God’s creatures, God’s creations,
in which God delights.
Do you suppose that God suffers the death or injury
of any part of his creation:
animals and plants, as well as humankind?

For most of the book of Job,
Job lifts an angry voice to God
demanding that God face him and tell him
why he is suffering so in his life.
Job doesn’t ask God to lift his suffering;
he just wants to know why he is suffering,
he wants answers.
God is silent until we get to chapter 38,
when God appears.
But as you heard in the lesson,
God doesn’t answer Job’s question,
Instead, God confronts Job with questions.
It is God’s way of reminding Job
and reminding all of us,
that for all our questions,
there will be times when we won’t find answers.

In her book “The Case for God” Karen Armstrong writes
that religion’s task isn’t to provide us with answers;
it is to help us live confidently, even joyfully
in the mysteries of life.
Or, as the poet Elizabeth Barrett Browning wrote,
“God keeps his holy mysteries
just on the outside of man’s dream.”
just beyond our reach…
(“Human Life’s Mystery”)
Still, we are called to question,
called to ponder, probe
ask, inquire, learn.

God didn’t load our brains with everything we need to know.
God wants us to explore and learn.
The Bible teaches us the importance of learning,
and the danger of ignorance:
“A fool takes no pleasure in understanding
but only in expressing personal opinion.”
(Proverbs, 18.2)

The more we learn,
the more we live the questions,
the more we discover God’s majesty,
God’s power,
God’s goodness.

The more we live the questions
the more assured we grow in
God’s grace and God’s love,
 answers to almost any question.
AMEN