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Sticking to Plan A

Rev. Michael Woods

Sunday, February 24, 2013

Second Sunday in Lent

Reynoldsburg First Presbyterian Church

Genesis 15:1-12, 17-18

Luke 13:31-35


We have to give the Pharisees their due! A lot of times in the Gospels and the Book of Acts they’re presented as the bad guys – you might as well dress them in black hats and give them a name like “Black Bart” or something like that. If you were to make a movie of the Gospels, a good actor you might want to ask to play the part of a Pharisee, I think, would be Christopher Lee. You probably remember Christopher Lee – he’s a British actor who’s made a very comfortable living playing bad guys in movies. Back in the 60’s and 70’s he gained notoriety by playing the part of Count Dracula in a series of movies about that character. Later he did a number of Westerns where he always played the villain. In a James Bond movie, he was The Man with the Golden Gun. More recently, he’s been in movies like the Lord of the Rings or The Hobbit, where he plays an evil wizard. So, whenever you watch a movie and you see Christopher Lee in it, you automatically think, “Oh, we’d better watch out for this guy – this has got to be one of the villains!”

But – you know what – in real life, I understand he’s probably one of the nicest guys you’ve ever met … the perfect English gentleman … you probably couldn’t meet anyone nicer and less villainous. You would think it amazing that not only could he ever play a bad guy in a movie, but that he could do it so well!

Likewise, the Gospels occasionally present us with another side  – a better side – to the Pharisees – the quintessential bad guys of the New Testament. There’s Nicodemus and Joseph of Arimethea, for instance, who both seem to be followers of Jesus and support him in his ministry. And Jesus seems to have some kind of special connection with the Pharisees. Not all of them agree totally with the message he is teaching – a lot of them want to argue with him about it – but overall, they see Jesus as one of them. He’s doing a lot of the same things they are doing – carrying out his ministry outside the bounds of the Temple – he teaches in the synagogues, as they do, and the people call him rabbi, as the Pharisees are called. And although they may have some differences of opinion with Jesus about particular points of theology, the Pharisees do seem to be very interested in his message and they go out of their way to engage him in conversation and most of them seem to consider what he has to say very seriously.

And we have to give the Pharisees their due, because I believe without them the religion of Judaism would not have survived – it would have perished in the First Century about forty years after the time of Christ when the Roman army lay siege to Jerusalem and destroyed the Temple built by Herod the Great. So, I want to resist painting the Pharisees with too broad a paint brush. They have to tendency to be far more complex than we want to give them credit for sometimes and can surprise us in different ways.

In this morning’s story, they give us one such surprise. Jesus has begun a journey … probably the last of his ministry. Luke tells us that Jesus was going through one town and village after another, teaching the people about the Kingdom of Heaven, as he makes his way toward Jerusalem. Now, Jesus has begun this journey fully aware of what awaits him there: suffering and crucifixion. If you recall, over these last few weeks we’ve talked about the fact that he’s been trying to warn all of his disciples about this very thing!

Now, the Pharisees, who’ve had their differences of opinion with Jesus in the past, put aside those differences and try to warn him to stay away from Jerusalem … his life is in great peril if he were to set foot in there. They are concerned about him. But Jesus essentially tells him that they’re not telling him anything he doesn’t already know.

But it’s one thing to talk about danger and peril in theory, when it’s all so far and distant. You might feel a sense of false bravado, as if you were Superman – there’s nothing for you to be afraid of; you can face anything, even death, in the eye. But when it gets up close, it starts to look a lot more ominous and you can find a lot of reason to be afraid. It’s a lot like this fiscal cliff thing that keeps coming up in the government. When its still a few months off, it doesn’t seem all that bad, but as it gets closer and closer, and the news media starts to describe what programs are going to be cut and who will loose jobs and whose benefits are going to be reduced, you start to feel anxious and you’re filled with this overwhelming sense of dread. At least, I know I am … especially when I think about how all this will affect programs that help the poor and how it will have negative consequences on our economy’s struggling recovery. You hope that somebody finds another way and they find it fast.


I think Abram is at the end of a similar rope in the passage from Genesis. God has made a great promise to him and his wife Sarai. They were promised they would dwell in a new land and that they would be the ancestors of a great nation, and their descendants would be as numerous as the dust that covered the Earth.  Well, Abram can see the new land – he’s already living in it. But at this point in the tale, he’s approaching 90 years of age … he and Sarai are yet to see the second part of God’s promise be fulfilled.

And as we read the scripture, it seems like to me that Abram gets a little testy with God. What we read in this passage sounds like a bitter lament: “You have not given us any offspring, so now I have no other choice maybe but to adopt one of the children of my servants and let them inherit the estate you have given me.” Abram has given up and is making other plans. He’s already started work on Plan B.

The journey of Lent, in a lot of ways, mimics the journey we go through in our individual lives. We start off with a lot of promises … a lot of high hopes and dreams! Do you remember what it was like the day you graduated from high school? Or the day you graduated from college? The day you finished your last day of military service? You had the whole world in your hands, didn’t you. There was nothing you couldn’t accomplish, you believed, if you just put your mind to it … no challenge you couldn’t face head on … you had such dreams … such aspirations!  Then one day we all woke up and discovered we were a lot older than we used to be. I discovered I didn’t have as much hair as I used to and what I had left was turning gray … so, I could no longer get by on just my good looks. There is so much left undone! So much that we never were able to get around to! We started out thinking we were going to make our mark on the world. We started out hoping (at least, I pray that we all were hoping) we would make this world a better place … that somehow our lives would touch the lives of other people in a positive way … we would leave some sort of legacy for the world. How do you find faith and not loose hope when your plans for the future never worked out?

Even Jesus seems to voice some disappointment things didn’t turn out the way he had hoped they would: “Jerusalem, Jerusalem! How often have I desired to gather your children together as a hen gathers her brood under her wings, yet you were not willing.”

You know, Christianity began its own journey over two thousand years ago. The Faith started out with a lot of high hopes and aspirations! But it’s now the 21st Century. We still have war, crime, violence. People are still abused and oppressed. There is still poverty, neglect and illness. And even more shameful is the fact that the Christian church has not only been complacent in that, but has even been the cause of it at times! Jesus preached a gospel of love and forgiveness, and everyone agrees that it’s a wonderful message, but no one seems willing to take it to heart. People seem like they’ve all given up.

I see a trend in movies and art these days. There are a lot of movies and novels coming out with apocalyptic themes … stories about the end of the world. Movies like: The Book of Eli, 2012, Contagion, or The Road. Books like: The Left Behind series.  These are a sign, I think, that a lot of people are giving up. They want an asteroid to come – like the one that blew up over Russia last week – or a super flu virus and wipe off everything on the planet so we can start over. They’ve given up on the good news that Jesus preached … they’re starting to make other plans – they’re working on Plan B.

But if there’s a common message in today’s two passages, it’s that God doesn’t give up! God is sticking with Plan A. God hasn’t lost the hopes, dreams, and the aspirations that God began with. God still believes in the cause! God still believes it can work and it’s not too late! That’s good news for the human race, I believe. You know why?

Because Plan A – that’s us, the human race. God hasn’t given up on us! The entire witness of the Holy Bible is that God has not given up, is not giving up, and will not give up on you, me, and everybody else who has ever dared to hope and dream that this world can be a better place. God has faith in us! God’s faith will sustain us even when ours has fled the scene! God’s faith is enough to keep hope alive!



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Expecting a Lot From a Little Bit of Water

Expecting a Lot from a Little Bit of Water


Jan. 13, 2013

Baptism of the Lord Sunday

Rev. Mike Woods

Isaiah 43:1-7

Luke 3:15-22

Something about me that most of you probably don’t know: I’m not a lifelong Presbyterian … I was raised in the United Methodist Church. I didn’t become a Presbyterian until I met my wife, and I guess she converted me to Presbyterianism (and whether that was a good thing or a bad thing for Presbyterians, I don’t know).

But I grew up in a small, rural United  Methodist congregation in the eastern part of the state of Alabama. And I was baptized in that church at age 12 by Rev. Clarence Monday. The liturgy that was used then wasn’t too different from the one that can be found in the Presbyterian Book of Common Worship. In fact, in some places, I believe they read the same word-for-word. The candidate for baptism agrees to trust in the gracious mercy of God, to turn away from the sin and evil of this world, to accept Jesus Christ as Lord and Savior, and to be his faithful disciple. There is some sort of Profession of Faith – usually a recitation of the Apostles’ Creed – and then the candidate promises to be a faithful member of the congregation, to share in its work and ministry, and to devote him or her self to the church’s teaching and fellowship, to the breaking of bread and  prayer.

There is usually some sort of prayer giving thanks for the gift of water recalling the story we just read from the Gospel of Luke. It usually says something to the effect of:

We praise you for sending Jesus your Son,

who for us was baptized in the waters of the Jordan,

and was anointed as the Christ by your Holy Spirit.

Through the baptism of his death and resurrection,

you set us free from the bondage of sin and death,

and give us cleansing and rebirth.

In saying those words, our baptism is connected to that of Christ over two thousand years ago. The prayer goes on to ask for the presence of the Holy Spirit, to move over the water and bless it so that it might:

Wash away the sin of all who are cleansed by it,

Raise them to new life,

and graft them to the body of Christ.

… that they may have power to do (God’s) will,

and continue forever in the risen life of Christ.

The person is then baptized in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit. The Methodist Church, as in the Presbyterian, does not prescribe a particular method of baptism – the candidate has a choice. People can choose aspersion, affusion, immersion, or submersion. My brother (who was baptized that same day with me) and I both elected aspersion, or “sprinkling,” as some call it.

Being twelve years old, I was entering a time in my life when I was very concerned about my appearance. It was the early 70’s and young men wore their hair long … and we went to great lengths to wash it, brush it, and keep it styled. I did not relish the idea of being baptized before noon on Sunday, and then having to go home and wash and style it all over again before going to  Methodist Youth Fellowship at three o’clock.  I guarantee you, no more theological thought than that went it making that decision! (But, obviously, now, that problem would hardly be a concern for me!)

But as I think back on the experience now, one of the things that strikes me is, no matter how you  were baptized – whether you were sprinkled, dunked, or poured – or by what tradition or denomination you were baptized – the sacrament asks for repentance … it asks for a turning away from evil and a cleansing of sins … for deliverance from death to life, from bondage to freedom, and from sin to righteousness.

In short, we expect God to do a lot with just a little bit of water.

I don’t know if John the Baptist used any particular ritual when he performed his baptisms. I don’t know if he recited scripture, had a prescribed prayer that he used, or what technique he used in baptism. I don’t know if he sprinkled, dunked or infused people. I do know that the stretch of the Jordan River between the Sea of Galilee and the Dead Sea is a slow, meandering flow only about 20 yards across in some places and only 17 feet at its deepest. It is muddy and full of silt – the very silt that gives the Dead Sea its buoyant quality. It’s not the kind of river that would inspire you to cleanliness … not the place you would expect to emerge from feeling washed and spotless.

When you compare it to other rivers in the world – the Nile of Egypt, the Ganges of India, the mighty Mississippi of the US, even the Olentengy – the Jordan isn’t much to brag about. In the book of 2 Kings, when Naaman comes to Elisha to be healed of leprosy, Elisha tells him to wash himself in the Jordan seven times, and he will be healed. And Naaman looks at the Jordan … and looks at Elisha … and says, “Are you kidding? Did I have to come all the way from Damascus just to bathe in your dirty river?”

But as muddy and silty … as narrow and shallow … as slow and meandering as it can be, there is something about the Jordan that draws people to it … to come hear the message proclaimed by the Baptist … a message of baptism of repentance for the forgiveness of sins. There is something about the Jordan itself and the place where it is that exceeds what we would otherwise be led to expect.

One of the things I do know about the Jordan is it has always been a border river: in the times of Abraham, it divided the land of Canaan from the land of Ammon; in the time of David and Solomon, it divided the kingdom of Israel from Gilead; in Jesus’ time, Samaria from Perea, and even in our own times, it divides Israel and the West Bank from the kingdom of Jordan. It was where Joshua led the children of Israel into the promised land … where Elijah led his protégé, Elisha, across on dry ground to begin their work together. It has always been a place where one thing comes to an end and another begins. It is a place of transition … a place between two worlds … it is a sacred place … where lives change … where we die to one thing and are born to another.

It is at the Jordan River that Jesus’ ministry begins … it’s where the Gospel begins to unfold. And baptism is where the gospel unfolds in our lives and where our work in God’s ministry begins. For us, as for Jesus, baptism marks the beginning of our journey – it is not the end.

There was a lot waiting to happen to Jesus after that day on the banks of the Jordan. The temptation in the desert is the very next thing that will happen to him, and I guarantee you, temptation is the very next thing that has happened to every person who has been baptized ever since then. Baptism doesn’t mean we will never face temptation again, or even when we do that we will face and resist it as easily as Christ did. What our baptism means is that when we are tempted, we face temptation in solidarity with one who has who has received the same baptism we have – who died for us, who defeated the powers of sin and death on our behalf and rose from the grave, and who has called us his own, so that we face temptation not with fear of judgment but with the assurance of his forgiveness.

As we continue to peruse the Gospel of Luke, we find that after the temptation in the wilderness, things start to get even worse for Jesus! The next stop is Nazareth, his home town, where he’s rejected by his neighbors and a crowd tries to throw him from a cliff! Even his own disciples don’t seem to quite understand the message he’s trying to tell them sometimes … they want to argue with him … they want to give him advice on how they think he ought to conduct his ministry. The authorities condemn him everywhere he goes. And all this happens long before Holy Week where, awaits him, betrayal, denial, and crucifixion.

Why is it we expect better than the son of God? Why do some people think baptism should be the end of their spiritual journey? That, now, everything should be easy? No temptation too hard to resist? That we don’t need to rethink our attitudes about people of other races? That it’s okay to hold onto our prejudices? To turn our backs on the poor? Or that we don’t need to learn to forgive as we have been forgiven?

Baptism is not the end of our spiritual journey – it’s the beginning … it marks what should signify our spiritual birth not our retirement! We still have a lot of growing to left to do! Although we receive baptism only once, there are times in our lives when we may become acutely aware of the fact that God’s grace has been working continually throughout our lives, and we realize we have grown.

The musical Les Miserables, which was recently released as a movie, tells of one such spiritual journey. It tells the story of Jean Valjean, who went to prison for stealing a loaf of bread to feed his sister’s family. Hardened by his prison sentence and made bitter by the injustice he has faced, he seems destined for a life of anger, resentment, and crime. But an act of grace by a bishop gives him a chance at another life … a life where he doesn’t have to be the sinful, angry, bitter person he was. This new life is not easy – he is hounded by his former prison keeper and a group of criminals. He struggles with doing the right thing … he struggles with helping others versus watching out for his own self-interest. He is sometimes taken advantage of when he tries to do the right thing. But at the end of the story, as he sits dying, the conclusion he comes to is: To love another person is to see the face of God.

In the Presbyterian tradition we understand baptism as a symbol … that it signifies something grander and more holy than the few drops of water that are used. And what baptism signifies is, I think, the same truth that Jean Valjean realized … that no matter how trying this world can be, how unjust it sometimes is, or how hard life can sometimes be, we are surrounded by the grace of God. Thanks be to God.

In the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

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