{"id":20,"date":"2011-06-26T11:00:00","date_gmt":"2011-06-26T11:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.bu.edu\/sermons\/2011\/06\/26\/two-persistent-women\/"},"modified":"2020-02-18T17:45:15","modified_gmt":"2020-02-18T22:45:15","slug":"two-persistent-women","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.bu.edu\/sermons\/2011\/06\/26\/two-persistent-women\/","title":{"rendered":"Two Persistent Women"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Luke 18:1-8<\/a><\/div>\n

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1. Persistence in Luke<\/div>\n

We begin today in the town court of Nazareth, the honorable UnJ Judge presiding. We are courtroom focused in Boston this week, so we can imagine the scene. Hear ye, hear ye. Hizzoner awaits. And Behold the Lord Jesus Christ dressed today in the apparel of a poor woman: He told them a parable about their need to pray always and not to lose heart.<\/p>\n

It is a story about a persistent woman, who had her voice and her persistence to go on, and not much else. She prevailed.<\/p>\n

We may be ready, this summer, for such an encouraging word.<\/p>\n

We fear, and try to find our security in larger automobiles or drug supplies or stock collections or homes or layers of disconnection, gated communities of the mind and heart. But security comes not through possession, but through relationship. Do you want to be safe and secure? Invest your self in a lifetime of building and keeping healthy relationships. There is your security, where neither moth nor rust consumes.<\/p>\n

Jesus pointed to the Town Court of Nazareth and therein to the simple figure of a persistent woman. See her at the bench. Watch her in the aisle. Listen to her steady voice. Feel her stolid forbearance. Says she: \u201cGrant me justice.\u201d We leave her there for a moment.<\/p>\n

2. A Summer Run<\/div>\n

Instead, jog for a moment along a familiar village green. For there is a second persistent woman today, not of Scripture but of experience. It is largely in the interplay between these two women, Scripture and Experience, that we discover truth. You can see her in your own past, your own gallery of saints. Name the most persistent woman you ever met. Bella Abzug. Betty Bone Scheiss. Florence Nightengale. Elizabeth Cady Stanton. Eleanor Roosevelt. Esther. Barbara Streisand. That uppity Syropheonician woman. Harriet Tubman. Sojourner Truth. Susanna Wesley. Your grandmother. Whomever. I was thinking of one such persistent woman on a 90 degree day several summers ago. For that summer day, hot and humid and happy, I took the car from our lake house into the neighboring little village of Hamilton, NY (the home of Colgate University) for repair. They needed much skill and two hours and some money to do the job. So in the great heat I was free to run through a familiar village, and across a village green, where long ago I was raised in a patchwork complex of relationships, durable and healthy.<\/p>\n

Running along, with no deeds to do no promises to keep, I recalled an earlier age\u2026There is a lanky Baptist preacher, heralding the promise of truth; and a musician on the bandstand, singing for justice; and a postmaster protecting communications; and a library, awaiting the emergence of justice; and a church and a store, and a graveyard with night falling. All in the mind\u2019s eye.<\/p>\n

Through the familiar streets I ran thinking, steadily and especially, of my teacher, Marjorie Shafer. In the sixth grade she opened the world to us–by teaching us to read. June 25 is good Sunday to remember teachers who made us who we are. As a teacher, she used the resources she had available, namely, her time and her voice. She persisted, through those years, prayerfully using the common resources of time and voice. You have time and you have a voice, too. You have need of persistent prayer, too. You have a desire not to lose heart, too. I was impressed, with the dogs barking in the summer heat, by the persistent memory of her persistence. It was good to remember the time given and the voice lifted, in 1966 in the 6th grade\u2014SRA reading, sock hop, changes in classmates, baseball\u2014Sandy Kofax and Orlando Cepeda, the Beatles, James Bond, memorizing the map of Africa, a mock debate about Vietnam, and the long great story of Bilbo Baggins. And, suddenly, awareness of another gender:<\/p>\n

Three things I do not understand<\/span>
\nFour are too wonderful for me<\/span>
\nThe way of a ship on the high sea<\/span>
\nThe way of an eagle in the sky<\/span>
\nThe way of the serpent on the rock<\/span>
\nAnd the way of a man with a woman<\/span><\/div>\n

So continued this reverie, in a summer run, on a hot day, along a village green, several years ago.<\/p>\n

3. An Unexpected Christ<\/div>\n

Meanwhile, back in Bethlehem town court, all rise hear ye hear ye the honorable U J Judge presiding, another persistent woman employs time and voice. You have time and you have voice. Like Christ himself, she implores the implacable world to grant justice. Like Christ himself, she comes on a donkey of tongue and patience. Like Christ himself, she continues to plead, to intercede. Like Christ himself, she importunes the enduring injustice of this world. Like Christ himself she prays without ceasing. Like Christ himself she persists. She is an example to us of how we should use whatever time we have and whatever breath remains–to pray. It is prayer that is the most realistic and wisest repose of the anxious of this season of our several fears\u2014global, political, economic, personal. By prayer I mean formal prayer, yes. But by prayer I mean the persistent daily leaning toward justice, the continuous pressure in history from the voice of the voiceless and the time of the time bound.<\/p>\n

What drove Luke, alone, to remember or construct this parable? The lengthening years, without ultimate victory, since the cross? The long decades of living without Jesus? The uncertainties of institution and culture and citizenship and multiple responsibilities? The daily stresses of managing a budget? It is the primitive church that can give an example to an America trying to balance liberty and justice, courage and compassion. Things take time. They waited for Jesus to return. And he delayed. And he delays, still. And there is rampant, hateful hurt, across God\u2019s village green earth. It is enough to make you lose heart.<\/p>\n

Though with a scornful wonder we see her sore oppressed<\/span>
\nBy schism rent asunder by heresy distressed<\/span>
\nYet saints their watch are keeping their cry goes up \u2018howlong\u2019?<\/span>
\nAnd soon the night of weeping will be the morn of song.<\/span><\/p>\n

It is a long wait. And that is just the point. Like the bridesmaids who waited with lamps trimmed, we feel the length of the wait.<\/p>\n

Notice, waiting with us, is a poor widow. She lacks power, authority, status, position, wealth. She has her voice and all the time in the world. Like Jesus Christ, whose faith comes by hearing and hearing by the preaching of the word. We shut the courtroom door for a moment.<\/p>\n

4. Persistence in Life<\/div>\n

Meanwhile, back along the village green of experience, not the town court of Scripture, the heat hangs heavy on happy halcyon Hamilton, NY. I run over to the Golf course, up the willow walk, past the artesian well, around the library, by the road to Chapel House, down Fraternity row, along the swan pond. I am carried by the wings of love and faith, and Rev. Al Childs now dead runs with me and Rev. Dale Winter now dead runs with me. Goodness and mercy\u2014got my back.<\/p>\n

This summer my friend said: \u201cIn my life I want to focus on relationships and flexibility\u201d. I said: \u201cyes, on love and faith, relationships and flexibility.\u201d<\/p>\n

I decided, with still more than an hour left of repairs, to run over to the school, down Kendrick Ave.<\/p>\n

This one persistent woman, Marjorie Shafer, gave us a love of books\u2014Tom Sawyer, Huckleberry Finn, the Hobbit, Harriet the Spy, the biographies of the Presidents, the Gospel of Luke. I suppose she looked out for the day when every voice would be lifted in praise. I perceive in hindsight that she, and your own favorite feckless female, persisted by faith. She was already old when she taught us. She was at least 40. I suppose she was one of those saints waiting with persistence. I guess maybe she rode down to Washington on a bus a few years earlier and heard a good sermon:<\/p>\n

One day every valley shall be exalted\u2026<\/span>
\nWith this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope\u2026<\/span>
\nWith this faith we will be able to work together\u2026<\/span>
\nThis will be the day when all God\u2019s children will be able to sing with new meaning\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

And she taught for several more decades, persistent, tough, helpful, kind.<\/p>\n

She found a corner of the world in which she could have some influence for good, and invested her time and her voice in another generation. She persisted.<\/p>\n

5. Persistent Prayer and Justice<\/div>\n

We enter again the Nazareth Town Court. The Honorable U J Judge presiding, and falling asleep. Our Bishop fell asleep at Conference a few years ago. It was a memorable moment. There was more awareness in that somnolence than in many other moments.<\/p>\n

If we are not to lose heart, in the seemingly unending search for justice, we shall need to pray always, to \u201crelax into the truth\u201d, and to give ourselves over to the divine presence in our midst. Maybe this summer, starting today, will be a summer of prayer, for you. And me.<\/p>\n

Ernest Fremont Tittle was the greatest Methodist preacher of his mid twentieth century generation. Tougher than Sockman, truer than Peale, Tittle preached in Chicago until he died at his desk, writing about Luke. This is his book, only at best half written, and published after his death. It reads like someone cleaned off his desk into a printer. Yet I prize this volume. Here is what he thought about persistence and prayer:<\/p>\n

There is special need for persistence in prayer when the object sought is the redressing of social wrongs. God will see justice done if the human instruments of his justice to not give way to weariness, impatience, or discouragement, but persevere in prayer and labor for the improvement of world conditions. Here we can learn from the scientist. Medical research is a prayer for the relief of suffering, the abolition of disease, the conservation of life\u2014a prayer in which the scientist perseveres in the face of whatever odds, whatever darkness and delay. More especially we can learn from great religious leader like Luther, Wesley, Wilberforce, Shaftsbury, who year upon year prayed and fought for the causes to which they dedicated their lives. The need for persistence in prayer arises not only from the intransigence of the oppressor, but also from the immaturity and imperfection of the would-be reformer. We have a lot to learn and much in ourselves to overcome before we can be used of God as instruments of his justice. Recognizing this, Gandhi spent hours each day in prayer and meditation, and maintained a weekly day of silence.<\/span><\/p>\n

The importunate widow continues, simply continues,<\/span> and by her continuation comes to personify the divine. All this, behind the humble door of the Nazareth Town Court.<\/p>\n

6. Surprise!<\/div>\n

And meanwhile, jogging on the village green, the sun is getting higher as noon approaches. It is time to head back out toward the garage, and pay the piper. I have been running in such a sweet reverie, a happy retrospective, that the hour has come too fast. I have been thinking all morning of my old teacher. Now the school is a block away. She must be in her mid-eighties now. I wonder if she is still active. I remember how it felt to walk to school at age 12, excited for the start of every day, arriving 20 minutes early, entering the school that marked the portal to the future. What a persistent presence in so many lives she was! Behind the school there is a large parking lot, and a long park. The park sometimes is used for family reunions. Almost choosing otherwise, I decide to run out to the back, to see the park. This has been a long run, and I am tired. It has been a long run in the ministry. It has been a long run in the church. It has been a long run in the conference. It has been a long run in the academy. I am feeling the burning in the calves, some ache in breathing. It is hot.<\/p>\n

Where do we find the persistence that keeps us going through adversity so that we do not lose heart? Do we not find it, given to us in prayer? Is this not our source of sustaining grace? How shall we have any lasting life without prayer, worship, study, tithing, service, song, fellowship, loving conversation?<\/p>\n

Do you ever have a feeling that something is going to happen and then it does? A kind of premonition? I turned down into the back lot, empty for summer vacation, and saw just one lone car. It was hot and I was sweating, so I could not see too clearly for a time. And there was a kind of haze in the hot air. I saw the car move and stop, move and stop, two women in the front seat. I slowed, the car paused. I paused, the car waited. I looked, and then I looked again. There in the rider\u2019s seat, to my utter astonished amazement, sat Mrs. Shafer, as old as could be, teaching, still teaching, using her voice and her time, this morning teaching her granddaughter to drive. I had not seen her in many years. \u201cHello Mrs Shafer\u201d I said. \u201cHello Bobby\u201d, she bemusedly replied, \u201cit\u2019s nice to see you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sometimes you just need keep going, to run one block more. Sometimes, with a little persistence, just a little more running, just one more street, keep going just one more block don\u2019t stop for quitting for suicide for divorce for giving up for leaving,<\/span> you run headlong into Presence. \u201cIn thy presence there is fullness of joy.\u201d<\/p>\n

I ran on to get my car, confident that at least one sermon illustration had been offered on a hot day, in a long run, in a little village.<\/p>\n

Hear the gospel of two persistent woman, Scripture and Life, a first century plaintiff and a twentieth century teacher, who both say to us:<\/p>\n

7. Coda<\/div>\n

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Pray always
\nLabor Omnia Vincit
\nDo not lose heart
\nWork conquers all
\nPray always
\nAll of us are better when we are loved
\nDo not lose heart
\nEarly to bed and early to bed and early to rise
\nPray always
\nA stitch in time
\nDo not lose heart
\nWaste not want not
\nPray always
\nRome was not built in a day
\nDo not lose heart
\nOnly the devil has no time
\nPray always
\nGod is time and voice
\nDo not lose heart<\/div>\n

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~ The Reverend Dr. Robert Allan Hill,
\nDean of Marsh Chapel<\/div>\n
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