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Sermons at St. John’s Presbyterian Church God, Postmodernity,
and the Common Life of Three Congregations Transcribed from the sermon preached June 8, 2008 The Reverend Max Lynn,
Pastor
2727 College Avenue,
Berkeley, CA 94705
Telephone
510-845-6830 Fax 510-845-6837office@stjohns.presbychurch.net http://www.stjohns.presbychurch.net Scripture Readings: Isaiah 40, Ephesians 4 Is. 40 28] Have you not known? Have you not heard? Eph. 4: [1] I therefore, a prisoner for the Lord, beg you to
lead a life worthy of the calling to which you have been called, Five
years ago James Lee came to the leadership of St. John's and said he needed a
place for new congregation of college age students to worship. Over a year ago,
Patrice dropped in and said he was starting a church with French speaking
Africans. It has been said that the most segregated time in America is Sunday
morning. Certainly, to the degree this
separation is because of racism, or prejudice, it is contrary to the Gospel of
Jesus Christ. On the other hand, to the
degree that it represents the incarnate Christ, and God’s ability to come and
speak the Good News where we are at, this is a beautiful gift and should be celebrated. The
early church was running into similar difficulties to which Paul responds in
Ephesians. The Jews lived one way, the
Gentiles another. The Jews had certain
laws and expectations for worshippers of God and the Gentiles had another. Paul was not against cultural distinction,
but he was against making the norms and laws of culture into the norms and laws
of the Gospel. God’s grace through the
risen Christ comes to us where we are, through our language, music, food and
culture, but it is God’s grace, not the culture that unites and saves. Our prayer and hope, since Pentecost
forward, is that the Holy Spirit will lead us to celebrate and worship the one
God, regardless of our language or culture. The
prayer and hope for a lot of churches in America is to be big. America is the
land of big. We like super sizes and
big gulps, big houses, big cars, big churches.
Big is good. Now there is a
certain size below which it is difficult to survive: we need a big enough loaf
of bread so that our family will not starve.
We need enough members and resources so that our churches can sustain
ministry. And, it is true that when the
Holy Spirit is not found in a congregation, when it fails to speak the Gospel
to the current culture, it will have a hard time keeping or attracting new
people. Why will people come if there
is no Good News? On
the other hand, I don’t know what the population of French Speaking Africans is
in the East Bay, but I am certain it is not that large. I would be surprised if Église Franco-Américaine
would grow American size big with thousands, but isn’t it beautiful and
important that God brings the Gospel in French to Africans in the East
Bay? And
there is nothing about the Gospel message preached by James that says Living
Water is only for Asian College kids, even though he did start his evangelism
with kids on campus, and this is reflected in who comes to worship at 1:30 on
Sunday. It is also reflected in limited
resources: I do not imagine we are going to see James driving around in a
Mercedes Benz anytime soon, or Living Water venturing off day after tomorrow to
construct another facility like this one, at least not until some of your
graduate students become the next Bill Gates.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I am
only saying this is not likely. Who knows what God will choose to do? And, more importantly, isn’t it beautiful
what God is doing in your lives and worship now? Isn't it wonderful that James
has answered God's call to this ministry? Back
in the day when most everybody in this part of Berkeley was Anglo Saxon, St.
John’s was big, one thousand members and probably four hundred in worship. The city integrated and became more secular;
many white people left the neighborhood or the faith. And perhaps we became a bit petrified in style and in our
intellectualism, hung on a bit too long to methods that proved successful for
previous generations, and lost some of the power and grace of a personal
relationship with God. The congregation
shrank and I imagine there were some who wondered whether St. John's would
survive to see its 100th birthday. It
feels to me that the power and grace of God is ever more visible here at St.
John’s, and our energy and numbers are beginning to reflect that. Even as we loosen and liven up our worship,
even though we have Asian, African, Latin American and European members, we
still serve a particular niche, and gone is the day when we can expect everyone
to be fed by one way of doing things.
Who knows what God will do? Surely we can expect great things, but I
doubt we will ever grow to the numbers we had in the 50s and 60s. On the other hand, five years ago there was
one service and sixty worshippers, now there are three services and close to
two hundred fifty worshippers each Sunday.
The growing numbers and the Church are not ours; they are God’s. Have we now known, have we not heard, the
Lord is an everlasting God; he does not faint or grow weary; his understanding
is unsearchable. They who wait on the Lord shall renew their strength; they
shall mount up on wings like eagles. And
big is not what we are called to be. We
are called to be disciples of Jesus Christ. What we need to do is speak and
live the love and grace of God any which way we can. It doesn’t matter how old
we are, where we come from, what we look like, the type of music we play or
what language we speak, there is just one Lord, one faith, one baptism, one God
and Father and Mother of us all, who is above all and through all and in all. I
forget who said that America is a great “melting pot,” conjuring up the image
of immigrant cultures losing their distinctiveness and melting into one. We
might attribute it to postmodernity, but a better, more accurate analogy for
today may be the salad bowl: where the ingredients don’t lose their distinctive
shape, taste or color, yet nevertheless join together to form a beautiful,
tasty, nutritious meal. Paul uses the
analogy of the body; each body part serves its purpose, and Christ is the head. And
whether recognized or not, ever since Pentecost, when the Holy Spirit came into
the disciples and they began to speak in many languages, the Church has always
been more like a salad bowl than a melting pot. Some Christians today say that Christianity should be against
culture, separate from culture. But we
understand the world through our culture, and therefore if the Gospel is going
to come alive for us, it will come through culture. Rather
than being against, the Gospel both transforms and preserves culture. The Church has been criticized for destroying
culture, for being imperialistic and ethnocentric - and for good reason. Yet despite the cultural blindness and
arrogance of many missionaries, the saving, liberating Gospel has come through. And in many cases the missionaries
themselves are transformed, and wind up being advocates for indigenous peoples,
and advocates for change within their own culture. Lamen
Sanneh, an African convert to Christianity from Islam and professor of Mission
at Yale, explains in his book Encountering
the West, that in order for missionaries to communicate, for instance, that
the One God sent His only Son Jesus, they had to use the indigenous word for
God. The word already existed and may
have had a meaning quite different than the way missionaries might have
understood it. Yet this image of God
was already understood, indeed intimately known by the people through their
culture. Through translation, the Word,
Jesus, the One God of the Hebrew and Greeks, transforms Himself, makes Herself
known in different ways to many different peoples and cultures. Sanneh
writes, “The good shepherd image would have confused rather than enlightened an
Eskimo congregation. Yet detailed
attention to indigenous particularity fostered unprecedented pluralism within
the general theme of world Christianity.
The psalmist may declare that God is a shield or a rock, Luther that God
is a mighty fortress or bulwark, or a western liberal that God is the God of
motivation, without any of them excluding other descriptions of God. Such as the Wet-Nosed One of the cattle
owning culture, the One-of-the-Sacred-Stake of the pig herding people, the
Nimble-Footed-One of the sacred dance, and the Long-Necked-One of the hunting
group. When missionaries translated the
word God into the languages of these different cultures, the One God became
intimate, known and knowing in all these many ways…” God through Christ has come and knows and cares for us all,
where we are, as we are. “Cultural signs and symbols which differentiate us in
our respective particularities unite us in our relationship with God.” We are created and blessed with uniqueness,
yet bound together through our relationship with the One God. Several decades ago, my friend and mentor Ben Weir was
taken hostage in Lebanon, and kept in solitary isolation for nine months. For nine months he never saw another human
face. Very quickly he feared the loss
of his sanity. Then he began to
worship. Every Sunday he would break
off a piece of the bread he was given for his meal and set it aside. After the guards would leave, he would take
off his blindfold and repeat those words that Jesus said at the Last
Supper. Then he would eat the small
piece of bread. Ben said this sharing
of communion kept him from going insane, because he knew that all throughout
the world Christians were doing the exact same thing, and by sharing in this
ritual, in the eating of that tiny piece of bread, he felt the presence of the
very great spirit which united him with millions. Today
we break bread together, but every time we partake of this feast, together or
separate, by the grace of God, we are united together as the One Body of
Christ, and nourished and empowered to go out and carry the Good News of God’s
justice, grace, peace and love to all the world. |