Sunday, May 19, 2013

Pentecost 2013


 Jeff Garrison
Genesis 11:1-11
Acts 2:1-21
May 19, 2013

        When I was in Jakarta, Indonesia two summers ago I attended a 6 AM worship service.  My connection with this church came through a Luke Society connect made by Jim Spindler.  Between Easter and Pentecost, this congregation hosted predawn worship services every morning, praying that when Pentecost arrived there would be an outpouring of the Holy Spirit.  This church is housed in a high-rise building, of which the congregation leases two floors.  I thought this was unique until I learned the high-rise housed two other churches as well as a mosque. 
We met in the children’s worship room, where we sat around on the floor while a small praise team (a guy on keyboards, someone on bass and a drummer accompanied by a few singers) led us in song.  The music began contemplative, soft and reflective, but gradually became more energetic.  They even sang a couple of songs in English and Dutch.  That wasn’t unusual as Indonesia has more languages than other country in the world.  Interspersed with the music were passages of scripture.  Of course, I couldn’t understand the readings, but Petra, the pastor who had invited me, whispered to me the passage so I could find the reading in my Bible and follow along. 
After about forty-five minutes of singing and scripture, they began to pray. Everyone, at once, prayed aloud.  But this didn’t result in the chaos that you might think as the voices blended together to create a unique sound that was very beautiful.  A couple of people moved forward as Petra and the other leaders of the church gathered around them, laying their hands on the shoulders and heads of them as they prayed.  One of the women was praying excitedly when she suddenly fell backwards, only to be caught and gently lowered to the floor.    After about fifteen minutes of praying in all kinds of tongues, Pastor Petra pronounced a benediction.  We all moved to another room where we enjoyed Javanese coffee and nasi timbel (sweet rice wrapped in a banana leaf).
Contrary to what most people think, worship isn’t about us filling our tanks.  Church isn’t a filling station.  We worship out of thanksgiving for what God has done for us and this means you are not the audience at worship.  When we worship, God is the ultimate audience.  We gather and we offer our hearts up to God and when we do so, it is pleasing to the Almighty.  If we think about worship in this manner, the experience of hearing all the various voices in prayer mingled together must be very pleasing to God.  For you see, we’re all been designed and created in a unique manner by God who draws us together in unity in Jesus Christ. 
        Today is Pentecost Sunday, the day we celebrate the birthday of the church.  We’re already heard the passage read from Acts, the story of the church.  The coming together in Acts is often contrasted with the dispersing of humanity at Babel.  Today, I want us to look at this passage from Genesis.  It occurs at the end of what is known as the “prehistory” in Genesis.  It’s hard to take this “prehistory” literally as there are many contradictions within the text, but these stories provide a foundational meaning to how we are to live with God.[1]  After the flood, it appears that everyone stuck together and there is a general failure to populate the world, as everyone works together to “build a name for themselves.” After Babel, people go their separate ways.  In the next chapter, we see God reaching out to Abram, later to be known as Abraham. And what is God’s promise to Abram?  God will bless him and make his name great![2]  But that’s still in the future.  Read Genesis 11:1-9.
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God blessed them, and God said to them: ‘Be fruitful and multiply, and fill the earth.’  Genesis 1:28

Instead the people of the earth joined together and in a singular band traveled across the face of the earth until they found a land of promise.  There they settled.  It was a rich valley.  As there were no stones, they made bricks with which they constructed a city that included a tower reaching high into the heavens.  From what we know, this was the ultimate family reunion.  Everyone was together, happy and secure. 
One day God came down to earth to visit.  The Almighty looked into the first corner of the world and saw no one.  So God looked into the second corner and again saw no one, and neither did God find anybody in the third corner.  This bothered the Creator.  Something was wrong.  Hadn’t he instructed the people to fill the earth?  As God heads to the fourth corner of the world, he hears the sound of celebration.  There’s a party going on as people are celebrating the new city and the security which they enjoy inside its walls.  God wonders why he wasn’t invited. 
There, in the middle of the city, is a huge tower reaching into the sky.  Its construction is the pride of the people; it is so big and so high.  But to the Creator, it’s not that remarkable.  In God’s eyes, it’s small, so small the Almighty has to get closer to see it.   God isn’t threatened by the tower, but knows something must be done.  The human race, it seems, is getting too big for their britches…  No telling what these people might do next.  And besides, who will inhabit this planet if everyone insists on sticking together?  So God mixes up the languages.  Soon the architects can’t communicate with the construction engineers.  The bricklayers and the plumbers and the drywallers are all speaking in different tongues. 
Confusion reigns and people began to leave the city.  They form new cities where everyone speaks the same language.  “Now,” the Creator thinks, “people will learn to depend on me for their security and they will no longer need the protection provided by brick walls which erode away.”[3]
 I retold the story of the Tower of Babel in order to clear up several hazy points.  First, the tower plays a minor role in the story.  The story is really about the city.[4]  In fact, God never says the tower is sinful.  We have this image of the people building a tower into the heavens so that they can storm heaven, but that vision comes from the active imagination fueled by our memory of Jack and the Beanstalk.  The text never gives us the idea an invasion of heaven is imminent or even contemplated.  Instead, the tower serves as the unifying symbol for the residents. 
If we pause to consider this story for a minute, I think we’ll see that it’s funny.   It was a story told around campfires that brought a smile to people as it taught them an important lesson.  The God of the Universe has to come down from heaven in order to get a look at what humanity is up to.  This giant tower isn’t large enough to be seen from Outer Space!  Of course, this doesn’t mean that God doesn’t know what’s happening on earth when he’s in heaven; instead, it is a statement of human inability.  
Furthermore, the sin in the story isn’t the tower nor is it the city.  The tower and the city are symbols of the people’s sin, as they think their accomplishment speaks well of their abilities.  They are proud people who have failed to heed God’s command to fill the earth and have decided they can depend on each other for their needs.  There is no need for God.  The people in this city never mention God, from what we’re told.  They’re going merrily on their way as if they are in control of their own destiny, which in the mind of God is arrogance.  The division of people into various language groups isn’t for punishment.  Instead, the potential of a future calamity is avoided as God sees to it that the mandate set forth in Genesis is fulfilled.[5]  God desires the world to be filled with different people. Diversity is celebrated within God's kingdom.  Unity doesn’t come from human effort but from a common need of all people to look to the Almighty for their security and to worship God for their blessings. 
        Unity comes in Jesus Christ who prayed for his disciples’ unity.[6]  In the coming of the Spirit on Pentecost, God sought to bring believers into a church that may be split by language and nationality, but is united in its belief in a common Lord. 
        We should note a fine difference in the use of language between our stories from Acts and Genesis.  In Genesis, the emphasis is on what people can do by communicating together with each other.  Such ability enables them to do things on their own without having to depend on God.  In Acts, the emphasis isn’t on speaking in tongues (any more than the Genesis story is on the building of a tower), but on people hearing the gospel in their own unique language.  These two passages, the scattering of people through language and the bringing together of people on Pentecost, go together.  They show our God’s desire for a unity focused on Jesus Christ, not on our own wishes and desires. 
        On Pentecost, we celebrate the birth of the church, an institution that’s not perfect because God has entrusted it into our hands.  Nonetheless, the church is the means that God has chosen to use to tell the story of his Son to a world that is lost and, as that only song from the 60s goes, “on the eve of destruction.”[7]  On this day, we not only celebrate Pentecost, but thank those who have played a role in the sharing of God’s good news through our Sunday School classes, Bible Studies and Youth meetings.  Thank you for stepping up and doing your part to help First Presbyterian share the good news.
        Also today, we’re going to be meeting after the second service to discuss making changes to our worship schedule.  It’s your opportunity to provide input to help the Session make a decision.  These passages remind us that although the languages of worship are varied, the purpose of worship isn’t.  It’s all about glorifying God, our Creator, our Redeemer, and our Sustainer.
        Babel fell into ruin as the people dispersed, but that doesn’t mean that God is against cities or human achievements.  The collective ability of the human race is vast as we see in this story and that can be celebrated, but we must never forget our limitations and the fact that we need to depend upon the Lord in all things.  The word “Babel” means the “gates of God;”[8] however, from what we know from the text, God wasn’t considered by the inhabitants of this city, which leads to their downfall. This should serve as a reminder to us.  Giving ourselves the right name isn’t enough; what’s important is how we relate to God.   Are we trying to glorify ourselves, or do we live to glorify God?  Another way to ask this question has to do with our motives.  Are we trying to build a name for ourselves or are we content with the name God has given us?  These are questions we need to always be asking, for we are always being tempted to put something else in God’s place.  Amen.


[1] In Chapter 11, all people live together but in Chapter 10, we learn of Noah’s children going their separate way and starting cities. 
[2] Genesis 11:4 and 12:2.  See Donald E. Gowan, Genesis 1-11: From Eden to Babel (Grand Rapids: Eerdmans, 1988), 118.
[3] For the foundation of this story, see Gowan, 115-120 and Walter Bruggemann, Genesis: Interpretations, a Bible Commentary for Teaching and Preaching (Atlanta: John Knox Press, 1982), 97-104..
[4] Gowan, 115.
[5] See Bruggemann, 99-101
[6] John 17
[7] “Eve of Destruction” sung by Barry McGuire, 1965.
[8] Gerhard Von Rad, Genesis: The Old Testament Library (Philadelphia: Westminster Press,1972), 150.

Sunday, May 12, 2013

May 12, 2013: Acts 16:16-34

Thornapple River, May 10, 2013

Jeff Garrison
First Presbyterian Church 
Acts 16:16-34
May 12, 2013


©2013  Jeff Garrison and First Presbyterian Church, Hastings, MI


     Two summers ago, in Thailand, I went to the River Kwai to see the bridge made famous by the movie about British POWs during World War 2.  In addition to seeing the bridge and traveling on the train over it, I took a side trip to Erawan National Park.  I was in a group tour group that consisted mostly of college-age kids from Ireland.  We were herded into a van for the hour drive through the beautiful mountains of western Thailand.  The park’s attractions are waterfalls as a river cascades 1500 meter (that’s nearly 5000 feet) off a mountainside in a series of falls.    
       Although raining off and on, it was a hot and steamy hike.  The trail was steep and my sweat mixed with rain and ran off my body.  It was so hot that the pools at the bottom of each cascade was inviting.  Another bonus was that the pools were filled with small minnows that would nibble on your skin, eating off the dead flesh.  In markets, I’d seen vendors set up a chair next to a large washtub filled with these minnows, and for a small price you could have a “foot massage” by these fish.  I never tried that, but I did enjoy the nibbles on the skin by the fish when I cooled my feet in the pools.
        We’d been warned by our guides to always keep an eye on our possessions.  They even suggested for us to swim in groups and to have one person stay out of the water and sit with our bags.  When we got back to the van, we realized that not everyone had taken the guide’s advice.  One of the Irish students, a young woman about to begin her final year of pharmacy school, went swimming and someone went through her bag and had stole her cell phone, wallet, camera, ipod and passport.  It put a damper on the group as we had lunch together.  Since she was traveling with three friends, she was okay and while we ate, she borrowed a phone and had her parents cancel her credit cards, wire her money, and contact the Irish authorities about a new passport.  In an hour, she was back in control of things and feeling much better.
        As we rode back down out of the mountains, she was making a list of that which had been stolen so she could fill a claim on her traveler’s insurance.  Some of the other travelers, especially this one obnoxious guy, started giving her advice.  He suggested her ipod become an ipad, her point-and-shoot camera become a Nikon and that instead of the modest amount of cash she carried, she file for the maximum amount the insurance allows.  This young woman kept rebuffing these suggestions, saying she was going to be honest.   But the guy kept hounding her about this her opportunity to make it big on an unfortunate situation. 
        This was Thailand and we’d all been in Buddhist temples where we heard talk of good and bad karma.  After so many suggestions that she be dishonest, she finally blurted out, “You know, there may be something to all this karma stuff, so I’m going keep it honest.”  I was impressed with her principles.  Just because something bad happens to us doesn’t mean we should do something that’s wrong.  We can’t control what happens to us, we can only control our reactions to the situation.  “Be good,” my momma used to say.  We should always take the high road.
        In our passage today, we’re going to see such an attitude from Paul, who even when he’s thrown into prison, is still praising God.  Read Acts 16:16-34.
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        Happy Mother’s Day to all Moms!  May it also be a wonderful day for those of us who have or have had a mom.  We don’t know much about Paul’s mom, but one of the saddest things a mother (and father) may have to endure is the knowledge of a son or daughter in prison.  As a parent, you always envision yourself as protecting your children, even willing to give your life for them, but there are times you’re helpless.   We don’t know if Paul’s mother ever knew of her son’s troubles, but the Apostle spent much of his time in jail.  Maybe she received a postcard from her son in Philippi or another of the cities in which he was locked up and if so, I’m sure her heart broke.  But she could have also been proud of how her son made the best of things, even being in prison.
        In this passage, however, Paul doesn’t start out in prison.  If you go back to the beginning of the chapter, before where I began to read, you’ll see that Paul is in what is today known as the country of Turkey where doors are slamming in his face.  The Spirit keeps him from preaching and it’s not until Paul has a vision of a man from Macedonia that he understands what’s happening and travels across the sea into Europe.  While there, in Philippi, there is the conversion of Lydia and her household.  Things were looking good for Paul.
        Of course, Paul’s good fortune doesn’t last, as we see in today’s passage.  As Paul and Silas are traveling around, telling people about Jesus, a slave girl mocks them, saying that Paul and Silas are slaves to the Most High God.  At least she gets it right!  As Bob Dylan reminds us, “You’re gotta serve somebody,” and that goes for all of us.  She’s a slave and her master has exploited her ability to foresee the future.  As the passage points out, Paul and Silas are also slaves; however, their Master uses them to bring the freedom from sin to people.  It appears this girl got on Paul’s nerves; too much publicity sometimes can be bad for business, so he frees the woman from the spirit of bondage that allows her to make money for her master.  This is a good deed, especially for the girl, but it doesn’t go unpunished as Paul and Silas quickly find themselves beaten and abused and thrown into prison.  The master isn’t happy because he can no longer exploit the girl and use her to make a profit. 
        Just when Paul might have been thinking that the grass really was greener in Greece than Asia Minor, this happens.   Not only are they bruised and sore from the beating, they’re in jail and also placed in the stocks.  For most of us, this would have been a real setback.  We’d begin to think that God had abandoned us.  We’d also probably be looking to blame someone…  But that’s not what Paul and Silas do.  They have a hymn-fest!  As the cliché goes, “When life gives you lemons, make lemonade,” but singing in chains goes beyond lemonade in my book.
        As they sing, it’s like God hears their voices and sends a strategic earthquake that opens the doors and loosens the chains.  Obviously, their prayers have been answered.  The door is open, the chains securing the stocks have fallen off, and it’s night outside.  By sunrise, in this age without fast communication, they could be in another town where they’re not known.  Good fortune has returned.
        But Paul and Silas don’t run.  They stick around and see that the jailer is about to do himself in for having let prisoners escape (even if it was due to an earthquake). Paul cries out and reassures him that none of the prisoners have escaped.  This witness, sticking around when he could have run, is such a testimony that leads the jailer to ask Paul what he needs to do to be saved.  His life has already been saved by Paul and Silas sticking around, but he senses there is something more that these men have that he wants!  Paul tells him the good news, and he accepts Jesus Christ.  He and his family are baptized and everyone is happy that he’s now a believer.
        The story of Paul and Silas in Philippi has all the necessary components for a movie.  There are joyous and sad occasions.  The outcome is always shifting, making you guess what’s going to happen.  So much of life is like this—our hopes are shattered yet the troubling times lead us to new discoveries. Like Paul and Silas, we need to count our blessings and keep our eyes on Jesus and make the best out of things even when the world seems stacked against us.
        Back in the 90s, Robert Duvall directed and starred in The Apostle, a movie about Sonny, a preacher who in a fit of rage strikes out with a baseball bat at his wife’s lover.  Sonny kills the man and then goes on the road where he slowly makes his way back into the ministry as he helps out some people who are down-and-out.  Things are finally looking up for Sonny, only he’s on the run and is discovered by the law.  As the credits run at the end of the movie, Sonny is on the chain gang, clearing out ditches, yet still singing God’s praises. 
        I’m closing with a clip from earlier in the movie.  In this clip, Sonny has just learned of his wife’s affair.  He’s at his mom’s house, where he has a talk with God.  His mom sticks by him and tells a neighbor that her son sometimes talks to God and other times yells at God.  Tonight he’s yelling!  Notice how he acknowledges his sin, admits his helplessness in the situation, and begs God to answer.  Yet, despite all his troubles, he doesn’t doubt God.  Nor do Paul and Silas.  Nor should we.    

Clip from "The Apostle"