We tell this
story every year, around this time. It might sound familiar by now: there’s
fire, and the Holy Spirit, and everyone preaching in the streets; lots of
different languages, astonishingly understandable - a babble with a miracle, and
the people believe.
Three thousand
are baptized.
It changes the
world.
And two thousand
years later, we celebrate this story every year as the birthday of the church.
It’s exciting,
if you like evangelism.
It’s familiar,
but in a way that makes it sound distant; not like us.
I can’t imagine
that any of us are going to end the day out on the corner of Maple and Main (or
down at Daley Plaza in the city), proclaiming God’s deeds of power in every
known language.
I’m pretty sure
that wasn’t in the disciples’ plans either, that day in Jerusalem. If street
preaching had been obvious, if they’d wanted to do it, they would have been out
doing it already.
Jesus had done
it, sure. But now that Jesus was gone (again) they didn’t know what to do with
themselves. He’d told them to go out in Jerusalem and the whole earth and be
witnesses for him, but now they were fewer and more vulnerable than they used
to be. They had more important things to do, figuring out how to survive and
get back to normal, and, well, how are you supposed to witness all over when
there just aren’t that many of you?
If they were
anything like us, they were probably in a meeting about that, remembering
things that had worked for Jesus in the past, waiting for someone to volunteer
to lead that…
And then they
hear noise, and start seeing things – auras, like fire around each other.
And out they go.
But what if they
hadn’t?
What would have
happened if they’d stayed in the room?
If they did the rational thing, played down the hallucinations of fiery auras, didn’t go out in the streets, and kept trying to get back to normal?
If they did the rational thing, played down the hallucinations of fiery auras, didn’t go out in the streets, and kept trying to get back to normal?
In fact, for all
we know, some of them might not have
gone out that day.
Something might
have kept them in. Anything might have kept them from changing the world.
What keeps you
from changing the world?
Seriously.
What keeps you
from changing the world?
Fear.
Don’t know what to do. The problems are
too big for me.
People will think I’m nuts. They won’t
listen.
Oh, fear. It comes
in so many flavors and forms.
There’s the fear
of pain, of loss, of shame. Of death, of
fear itself.
Because if you
screw up, it hurts.
You could scrape
your knee, or break your neck.
If you’re
changing the world, you could be embarrassed, laughed at.
You could lose
friends.
You could lose
money.
You could die.
You can even
fear success, fear doing so well that you’re suddenly responsible for keeping
it going, for handling things you’re unprepared to handle.
So how do you
get over fear, or past it, or through it?
Companions help.
Ask the Cowardly
Lion, or a child facing the first day of school, or the person who finally made
it to the gym with a friend.
Buddies help.
So does love.
Ask a parent who
faces down impossible odds for their child.
Prayer – that
brings both companionship and love.
And for the fear
of failure – for the painful, deadening knowledge that the problems are too big
and we just don’t have the capacity to solve them ourselves – we have
forgiveness, the unbearable lightness of repentance and release.
I’m busy. It’s someone else’s job.
Busy-ness is a
disease. We can catch it from the people around us and give it to them in turn,
and it’s particularly contagious through smartphones and other technology, or
through child-rearing.
It keeps you
from changing the world not so much because you don’t have time to act as because
you can’t see the options and alternatives. Busy-ness steals your ability to
focus, and your ability to explore.
God has
something to say about overcoming that, and it’s called Sabbath. It’s a rule in
the Bible, one of the ten that we claim to pay extra attention to:
Keep the Sabbath. STOP.
Keep the Sabbath. STOP.
Just stop, even
though you can’t stop.
Breathe. Don’t.
(Do – NOT!) Over and over again.
Because until
you stop, you can’t see where you are,
much less where
you could be.
And then there
are the reasons we don’t even feel.
How many of you
here are comfortable?
Not with the pew you’re sitting on, but generally comfortable in your life. It’s more or less working for you?
Not with the pew you’re sitting on, but generally comfortable in your life. It’s more or less working for you?
When you’re
comfortable you want things to stay the same, whether you realize it or not. Because
changing the world means taking the chance on becoming un-comfortable. Comfort
makes it hard to hope – to have that powerful expectation of something
infinitely better.
And comfort
makes us easy to threaten, to trigger with anxiety, or guilt.
And guilt
doesn’t make it easier to change the world.
Worry doesn’t.
They just make
it easier to look back, to wish for the way things used to be. To trust that we
already know the right way for the world to be, that we don’t really have to
change a lot.
Turning to what
we know, or think we know, is solid for everyday life, but when it comes to
changing the world, it’s a trap.
If you want to
get past anxiety and guilt, you can’t do that with comfort.
And to get past comfort
you can’t use worry or shame.
You need joy.
If you listen to
Jesus’ Kingdom of God stories, you hear about joy. Nothing about the kingdom of
God is comfortable, not even for the oppressed it will set free. Joyful, yes.
Exciting, loving, abundant, exuberant – and fueled by joy. God’s joy, and our joy.
Now, some of you
are already changing lives, but it’s possible that many of us are not
particularly worried about changing the world.
That the world
is fine for you as it is, or that your worries seem closer to hand and more
urgent: money, health, job security, family…
It’s also
possible that you’d rather the world would change less, or that it would go back to the way it used to be when things
were better.
That’s normal.
But we need some
change here at Calvary, because our comfort zone and familiar work is getting
unsustainable.
God’s always
been interested in changing the world, and our own church business is forcing
us to start now.
So it’s good
news that God didn’t send the Holy Spirit just to enable one day of street preaching
two thousand years ago.
God opened up
the Holy Spirit within you when you were baptized, wraps the Holy Spirit around
you in this place. You breathe in the Holy Spirit, the breath of God, every
time your lungs expand, in your ordinary body as a beloved child of God.
That’s the story
of Pentecost. Not that a few dozen disciples in Jerusalem changed the world
with fiery preaching, but that all of us – all
– receive the Holy Spirit so that we
can change the world.
There are things
that hold us back, all the time, but we’ve already been equipped by the Holy
Spirit with what we need to overcome that:
equipped with
love, forgiveness, support, Sabbath, and joy.
The Holy Spirit
is in you, and around you,
now, here,
fire or not,
and God is ready
for us to act.
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