{"id":2264,"date":"2019-08-18T11:00:48","date_gmt":"2019-08-18T15:00:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.bu.edu\/sermons\/?p=2264"},"modified":"2019-09-08T13:09:48","modified_gmt":"2019-09-08T17:09:48","slug":"summer-reverie","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.bu.edu\/sermons\/2019\/08\/18\/summer-reverie\/","title":{"rendered":"Summer Reverie"},"content":{"rendered":"

Click here to hear the full service<\/a><\/p>\n

Luke 12:49-56<\/a><\/p>\n

Click here to hear the sermon only<\/a><\/p>\n

Ant<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The beauty of summer, sub specie aeternitatis,<\/em> and particularly in a climate, like yours, long in darkness and deep in cold, the beauty that is of the four score summers God gives you, at the largest extent of God\u2019s favor, is itself a matter for parabolic teaching, in the spirit of the Gospel for the day.\u00a0 Let us meditate together today for a few minutes by taking a homiletical walk, down a dusty summer road, watching for a little beauty.\u00a0\u00a0 In the mind\u2019s eye, and with the sun upon our backs, let us meander a moment, and see what we can see.\u00a0 After all, Jesus taught in parables, \u2018teaching not one thing without a parable.\u2019<\/p>\n

Start small.\u00a0 There in front of your left moccasin moves a lonely red ant, the lowliest of creatures, yet, like a Connecticut Yankee, bursting with the two revolutionary virtues, industry and frugality.\u00a0\u00a0 Benjamin Franklin wrote, admiring such frugality and industry, and dubious of much dogmatic preaching, \u201cnone preaches better than the ant, and he says nothing.\u201d\u00a0 A good reminder.<\/p>\n

While we step around the ant, the little insect recalls others:\u00a0 grasshoppers, flies, locusts.\u00a0\u00a0 Simple creatures. \u00a0\u00a0Some of our friends prefer the heat of the west, and its insects, to the rain of the east, and ours.\u00a0 The locusts, burning dry heat, flat arid landscape, and lack of water, out west, would seem to offer no competition.\u00a0 Yet, some love the virtue of the good people known there.\u00a0 Some like the simple rhythm of town life, and enjoy the simple summer gatherings\u2014reunions, little league, band concerts, parades. \u201cThe people there\u2014they are folks with good hearts.\u201d\u00a0 And as Jesus taught his students, \u201cif people have some measure of goodness themselves, think how good their maker must be.<\/p>\n

Maybe that is the beauty of summer, to pause and appreciate simple, good people, folks with good hearts.<\/p>\n

Berry<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 We can stop up the path just a bit.\u00a0\u00a0 Raspberries, blackberries, all kinds of wild fruit are plentiful now.\u00a0 Jesus taught us to ask, simply, for bread and a name.\u00a0 We daily need food and forgiveness.\u00a0 Give us each day our daily bread, and forgive us our sins, for we forgive all who are indebted to us.\u00a0 What bread does for the body, pardon does for the soul.\u00a0\u00a0 One of the gifts of summer is the time and leisure to remember this.\u00a0\u00a0 A church should be fullest in the summer, for this reason, this recognition of our ultimate needs.<\/p>\n

Our neighbor has baked some of these wild berries into morning muffins.\u00a0 We stop to savor them, with butter and coffee.\u00a0\u00a0 We listen to one another along the path.\u00a0 So we are nourished, by one another, and made ready for the next steps in the journey.<\/p>\n

Maybe this is the beauty of summer, to pause and make space for real worship, for that which can feed our hungers, and set us free for the next adventure.<\/p>\n

Fence<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Up ahead there is an old fence.\u00a0 For a river to be a river, it needs riverbanks high enough to contain the flowing water.\u00a0 For a lake to hold its integrity it needs a shoreline that stands and lasts.\u00a0 For a field to retain any semblance of usefulness, it needs fences to mark its beginnings and endings.\u00a0\u00a0 For an individual to have any identity one needs the limits of positive improvement, as Jesus taught about perseverance, and of protective caution, as Jesus taught about times of trial.\u00a0 For a life to have meaning and coherence, it needs those riverbanks, shorelines, fences, and limits that give life shape and substance.<\/p>\n

We can spend some summer time mending fences.\u00a0 Especially at a time and across a country so keenly divided, a house divided against itself.\u00a0 It is hard work, but utterly crucial. Keep your friendships in good repair, and mend the fences where they need it.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Think, heal, write, love.<\/p>\n

Some years ago, I came by this same old fence.\u00a0 I was walking with my dad, as it happened.\u00a0 We had some coffee and a muffin.\u00a0 Then we started off together, down the old road, he to walk with a gnarled walking stick, and I to jog after my own eccentric fashion.\u00a0 But for a mile up to the same fence, to the place where the road parts, we walked together.\u00a0 We shuffled and talked a little,\u00a0 remembering the name of a former neighbor, spotting a new garden planted, making a plan or two for later on.\u00a0\u00a0 We remembered an old friend, a old style doctor, long dead.\u00a0 He remembered that Dr Thro came to visit him the day his mother died.\u00a0 \u201cIt\u2019s hard when your mother dies,\u201d he said, \u201cit gets you right in the chest!\u201d\u00a0 I remembered Dr. Thro swimming the length of the lake and, while he did so, barking various orders at the universe and some of this patients along the shoreline, riverbank, fence\u2014along the virtuous limits that make a life.\u00a0\u00a0 We came to fork, one taking the high road and one the low, and with that an embrace and a word and a glance and we were alone again.\u00a0 Now, along that fence, summer by summer, I walk with my dad again, feeling him beside me.<\/p>\n

Maybe this is the beauty of summer, to set limits and keep them, to mend our fences and protect them, to honor one another in faith and love.<\/p>\n

Cloud<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 This is a clear day, in our reverie, but even so there are a few dancing clouds, white and bright.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 We try to make sense of the summer, and to make space for the summer, and to honor this season, one that brings together meteorological splendor and theological insight.\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0In our chapel, we put together different summer experiences\u2014a wedding and luncheon one day, a talk on Summer reading another, a brunch to honor parents, dads and all, a singing Vacation Bible School for the Young and Young at Heart, a Holiday Brunch, an annual summer national preacher series, and fellowship each week on the plaza–to allow meteorology and theology to dance well together.<\/p>\n

There is a dimension of possibility alive in the summer that is hard to approximate in the rest of the year.\u00a0 We alter our summer habits, not at all to suggest that devotion is less central now, for in some ways summer ought to be the most spiritual of the seasons, but rather to accommodate our life to the necessary rhythms of life around us.<\/p>\n

It is astounding to hear again in the Gospel that the kingdom of heaven is hidden, small, lovely, precious, immaterial, consequential, and secret.\u00a0 But so Jesus teaches us, parable by parable. Summer is the season and devotion is the focus of all such wonder and possibility.<\/p>\n

Maybe this is the beauty of summer, to pause and allow a fuller consideration of all the possibilities around us.<\/p>\n

Breeze<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 A summer wind accompanies us as we walk farther down the dirt road.\u00a0\u00a0 A fawn\u2014or was it a fox?\u2014darts into the brush.\u00a0 The smell apples, already ripening, greets us at the turn.\u00a0 More sun, bigger and higher and hotter, makes us sweat.<\/p>\n

I guess every family has a family secret or two, that one subject that dominates every present moment by it the sheer weight of its hidden silence, that one taboo topic that somehow screams through its apparent muteness.\u00a0\u00a0 Daddy\u2019s drinking.\u00a0 Junior\u2019s juvenile record.\u00a0 Grampa\u2019s prison term.\u00a0 The so-called elephant in the room.\u00a0 True of nations, too, and businesses, and projects and even churches.\u00a0 You find it, finally, by asking gently about what is feared.<\/p>\n

The human family has this same kind of family secret.\u00a0 Something we avoid discussing, if at all possible, something that makes us fearful, something that dominates us through our code of silence.\u00a0 It is our mortality.\u00a0 Our coming death is the one thing that most makes us who we are, mortal, mortals, creatures, sheep in Another\u2019s pasture, not perfect because not perfectible, the image of God but not God, \u201cfear in a handful of dust\u201d.\u00a0 Yet we are so busy with so many other things that this elemental feature of existence we avoid.<\/p>\n

In the face of death, we turn heavily upon our faith.\u00a0 It is the steady and warming wind, the breeze of the Holy Spirit, that keeps us and strengthens us all along the road.\u00a0 Here is the argument.\u00a0 If your children ask you for something, do you not provide it?\u00a0 And you are evil!\u00a0 (Not to put too fine a point on it!)\u00a0 Imagine, then, how much more<\/em> God will provide for the children beloved of the all powerful, holy God.\u00a0 You are loved, beloved, graced, embraced\u2014a child of the living God.<\/p>\n

Maybe this is the beauty of summer, to number our days that we get hearts of wisdom, to measure the mystery about us and give over our imaginations to a consideration of our limits.<\/p>\n

Neighbor<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Walking along, you may conjure or contract a traveling bug.\u00a0 Shall we drive north?\u00a0 A popular refrain in Montreal runs like this: \u201cCanada could have had the best of three worlds: British government, American industry, and French culture; instead, Canada collected the worst of all three: French bureaucracy, British economics, and American culture!\u201d<\/p>\n

But don\u2019t you believe it. As that proverb\u2019s tangled contents and tone of wry self-criticism tell, Canada has a great deal to offer you and me. We can learn from our northern neighbors. This is part testimony and part admonition: Take a look at the Dominion of Canada. In particular, let me suggest three things that we can bring across the border.<\/p>\n

First, there is the Anglican Church of Canada. Its influence far exceeds that of its sister Protestant Episcopal church in the United States. Though still statistically small, Canadian Anglicanism in one sense is the ecclesiastical leader of its land. We United Methodists-especially those out of the Methodist Episcopal tradition-need to hear the voice of the Church of England. After all, we are called to honor our father and mother; where would Methodism be without its Anglican mother? In this age when theological judgment is so frightfully difficult, the history and tradition and liturgy of this parent church have much to offer us. To take just one example: We here south of the border make much of religious experience. But there are some things that should not have to be learned from experience. The richness of our Anglican heritage can remind us of this.<\/p>\n

Second, there is Dr. Douglas John Hall, professor at McGill University in Montreal, former student of Paul Tillich, and author. His book Lighten Our Darkness sounds like a voice of realistic truth crying in\u00a0 pious wilderness. For example:<\/p>\n

The test of theological authenticity is whether we can present Jesus as the crucified. To be concrete: Can one perceive in the Jesus of this theology a man who knows the meaning of meaninglessness, the experience of negation, the anguish of hopelessness? Does he encounter the absurd, and with trembling? Would a man dare to confess to this Jesus his deepest anxieties, his most ultimate questions? Would such a Jesus comprehend the gnawing care of a generation of parents who live every day with the questions: Will my children be able to survive as human beings?\u2026Will there be enough to eat? Will they be permitted to have children? Would he, the God-Man of this theology, be able to weep over the dead bodies of little children in Southeast Asia and Brazil, as he wept over his friend Lazarus?\u2026Would he be able to agonize over the millions of other beings-not quite little-children, fetuses-for whom there was no place; and over the mothers\u2026Could he share our doubt: doubt about God, about man, about life, about every absolute? Could he understand why we cling to expectations that are no longer affirmed or confirmed by experience, why we repress the most essential questions? Would such a Christ understand failure? Could he participate in our failure? Or is he eternally above all that?<\/p>\n

Douglas J. Hall, Lighten Our Darkness: Toward an Indigenous Theology of the Cross<\/p>\n

(Philadelphia: The Westminster Press, 1976), 211-212.<\/p>\n

Third, there is the United Church. It was formed in 1925 as a union among Methodists, some Presbyterians, Congregationalists, and other Protestant groups. Today it is a church of some 2 million members (in a country of only 30 million), built out of a combination of Methodist and Presbyterian policy. It is not a church without problems. But for those of us who are still interested in walking a little further down the road toward ecumenism, the experience of the United Church in both its victories and defeats offers a glimpse of what our future might be like.\u00a0 Its predecessor denominations, including Methodism, gave up their inheritance for a new future, gave up their name and habits and protections, for the joy of a better future, a church not only with a yesterday, but with a tomorrow.<\/p>\n

Canadian tourism commercials entice us to the natural, scenic, and cultural wonders of Canada, our neighbor to the north, le Europe prochein<\/em>\u201cthe world next door.\u201d \u00a0On a dusty, dreamy summer walk, I believe, we have at least three other reasons for interest: Anglicanism, Doug Hall, the United Church. Take a look.<\/p>\n

Maybe this is the beauty of summer, to nourish our souls in the heart and heat of a looming decade of humiliation, with still nine years to go, and to learn from our smaller, little neighbor due north.\u00a0 Sometimes it can good to fall in love with the soteriology next door, come summer.<\/p>\n

You<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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-The Rev. Dr. Robert Allan Hill, Dean<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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