The Rev. Dr. Skip Ferguson
Manassas Presbyterian Church
Manassas, Virginia
November 17, 2013
The Answer
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Who among us, anyone
over the age of, say 20,
would be willing to
go through adolescence again?
I don’t think there
is a more difficult, stress-filled time of life
than those years
between the ages of 12 and 18,
that time when boys
become young men,
and girls become
young women.
Adolescence is a journey
of both promise and pain,
excitement and
anguish.
Our high schoolers
reminded us of that last week,
with moving,
inspiring, and poignant words
that spoke of the
teen years as a time of growth and wonder,
accompanied with all
too many moments of
anguish, loneliness
and hopelessness.
The words we heard
took us through dark tunnels of despair,
but we found our way,
as they did,
to hope and light,
to life and love
through faith,
faith in God through
Jesus Christ.
“Do not fear, for I am with you,”
God says through the
prophet Isaiah.
“I have redeemed you.
I have called you by name,
you are mine.
You are precious,
and honored,
and I love you.”
(Isaiah 43)
These are God’s
words to us that can carry us
through the most
difficult times.
These are words that
can
guide a young person
through adolescence;
that can guide a
twenty-something on the rocky road
of launching a
career;
that can guide a
forty-something through the daily struggles
that come with
juggling work and family,
caring for parents
as well as for children.
They are words that remind
us of the promise God makes
to all God’s children,
the underneath each
of us are the everlasting,
ever-loving arms of
God.
They are words that
can keep us
from crumbling into
self-doubt,
or even the
self-loathing
that seems to be
part of adolescence
when a mean girl, a nasty
boy,
a bullying woman,
a snide man sneers,
“what’s wrong with
you?”
If someone were to
ask that of me,
I’d be quick to
rattle off a list starting with,
“My hair is
thinning,
my waist is
expanding,
I actually like
broccoli,
and I never really got
“Breaking Bad.”
We all have our
responses to that cutting question:
“I’m not tall enough,
I’m not smart enough,
I’m not athletic
enough,
I’m not good looking
enough,
I’m not popular
enough,
I’m not rich enough.”
But the good news
for us as children of God,
as followers of
Christ,
the good news our
high schoolers reminded us of
is that even after
we’ve run through our list,
after we’ve said,
“I’m not this enough
or that enough,
we have an answer,
the perfect answer:
“I am enough.
I am enough.”
“I am enough,”
for God is with me,
God has called me by
name.
I am precious,
and honored,
and loved.
Even with my thinning
hair
and my expanding
waistline;
even if I am not
tall enough,
or athletic enough,
or rich enough,
I am enough.
The world is filled
with mean, nasty people,
bullies, who deep
down are cowards,
whose insecurity
leads them to
try to build
themselves up
by tearing other
people down.
We learn defensive
mechanisms against these people
very early on.
We try to be cool, try
to be part of group,
try to reshape and
remake ourselves to fit in,
or, at the very
least, not stand out.
What life teaches
us, though, is that
only the movie
character Ferris Bueller
fits in with
everybody;
as the school
secretary told the dean of students,
“The sportos, the motorheads,
the geeks,
dweebies, the brains
…
they all adore him.
They think he’s a
righteous dude.”
The rest of us learn
that there will always be people
who will think we
somehow
fall short of the
standard they’ve set,
that we don’t
measure up,
that something is
wrong with us,
that we are not
enough.
But we are.
I am enough,
you are enough.
The words of the
psalmist reinforces,
that we are wonderfully
made,
every one of us.
(Psalm 139:14)
I am wonderfully
made!
You are wonderfully
made!
Go ahead, say it: “I am wonderfully made.”
Say it again, “I am
wonderfully made.”
“I have called you
by name,” says the Lord.
“You are mine.”
“Do not fear.”
“I have redeemed
you.”
“You are mine.”
“You are wonderfully
made.”
Are the hairs on the
back of your head tingling?
Doesn’t it feel
wonderful?
You are enough.
It doesn’t matter
whether you are the funniest,
the coolest,
the most popular,
the thinnest,
the prettiest,
the smartest.
Yes, life can be so
difficult, so challenging,
so stressful,
and at times, just
so thoroughly awful.
God may have made
us,
called us,
redeemed us,
made us enough.
God may love us,
but that doesn’t
mean we are not going to go through life
unscarred or
unscared.
It is during
adolescence that we begin to learn this lesson,
that life is filled
with beauty and violence,
joy and sorrow,
health and disease,
and far too many cold,
cruel,
uncaring, even
vicious people.
We learn that life
is often unfair,
and that life is
often filled with pain.
We learn, or at
least we hope we learn
that suffering is
part of life,
something that
happens,
not something that
God does to us,
not something that
happens because we grew weak in faith.
It just happens.
We may never
understand why,
even with Job-like
persistent and insistent “whys”
lifted up to God.
Our Lord himself
suffered,
suffered long before
he was nailed to the cross.
He suffered barbs
and taunts not just from
the leaders of the
religious community –
the respected
priests, scribes, and scholars of the Temple,
but even from
members of his hometown of Nazareth.
How many may have
listened to what Jesus had to say,
and thought to
themselves,
perhaps even said to others,
“what’s wrong with him?”
Anne Lamott has
written a new book entitled Stitches;
it is subtitled, “a
handbook on meaning, hope and repair”.
In her wonderfully
earthy, lively, and deeply faithful way,
she reminds us that
suffering is part of life,
even for people of
great faith.
She reminds us that
simply living life,
going through each
day, will take its toll,
cause ordinary wear
and tear,
there will times of
trouble, challenge
sadness, fear,
anguish, even catastrophe,
times that will tear
at the very fabric of our lives.
I’ve lived through
more than 21,000 days,
and many of those
days have been extraordinary,
rich and full, the
sun shining brightly in my life.
Other days have been
howling and tempestuous,
leaving me feeling
like I was in a small boat
caught in a roiling
sea.
The worst though,
have been those days
when it seemed like
a thick gray fog had rolled in
smothering
everything,
the world enveloped
in silence,
as though everything
had ground to a halt.
I’ve learned through
those difficult times
that God will always
lead me,
guide me back to
light and life,
restore me to
wholeness,
stitch the tears,
repair the fabric of
my life torn by
whatever life may
have thrown at me
I may bear the scars
of 21,000 days
but still, I am wonderfully
made,
and I still know
whose I am,
the One who has
called me by name.
It is here in this
place, this body of Christ,
that we help one another
learn these life lessons.
Nurturing one
another in hope is foundational
to our calling as
brothers and sisters in Christ.
That’s not to say
that this church or any other church
is free from snide
or mean or judgmental comments.
Christians can be
very mean,
Christians are often
a little too good at bullying.
But if we work at
trying to live as our Lord calls us to live,
if we work at living
love,
if we are attentive
to Paul’s words,
Let all things be done for building up
(1 Corinthians
14:26)
then we will also
help one another
through the rough
patches,
the crises,
the pain,
the suffering.
We’ll help one
another of all ages
learn to walk
through life unconcerned with the question
“what’s wrong with
you”
because we’ve got
the answer:
we are wonderfully
made,
loved,
honored,
redeemed.
We can walk through
adolescence,
early adulthood,
middle age,
the autumn years,
and our twilight
with hope,
listening to God’s
joyous song
written just for us:
The sun shall no longer be
your light by day,
nor for brightness shall the moon
give light to you by night;
but the Lord will be your everlasting light,
and your God will be your glory.
Your sun shall no more go down,
or your moon withdraw itself;
for the Lord will be your everlasting light,
Be glad and rejoice forever….
(Isaiah 60:19-20;
65:18)
AMEN
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