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\nJohn 17: 1-11<\/a><\/p>\n
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1. Summit<\/strong><\/div>\n

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High atop the world\u2019s greatest writings sits our Holy Scripture. Such knowledge is too wonderful for us. It is high. We cannot attain it.<\/div>\n

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Within the Scripture itself are conjoined the sibling testaments, the older and newer, the Hebrew Scripture and the Christian Writings. For us just now, the 27 newer books stand a little bit higher.<\/div>\n

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The Gospels and the Letters and the Apocalyptic Writings are all inspired and inspiring, all sufficient for faith and practice. The gospels though have a certain priority, in our liturgy, and in our hearts. They lie just a step or two higher, atop higher ground.<\/div>\n

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You love all the Gospels. One there is though which from antiquity has been known as the sublime, the spiritual gospel. We shall ascend today, on ascension Sunday, to the craggy paths and rarified air of the Fourth Gospel.<\/div>\n
High above the rest of John, above the seven signs to begin and above the passion and resurrection to end, there lies the strangest moonscape in the Scripture, and so in all literature, and so in life. I mean chapters 13-17. We are about to place our homiletical flag on the very summit, the highest of high peaks, the textual Matterhorn, Everest, Mount Washington, Pike\u2019s Peak: John 17.<\/div>\n

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And this is eternal life, that they may know you, the only true God, and Jesus Christ whom you have sent.<\/em><\/div>\n

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2. Where We Least Expect To Find It: Freedom In Disappointment, Grace In Dislocation, Love In Departure: John<\/strong><\/div>\n

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Your own participation in this sermon is cordially invited, and fully required today. We affirm, with the ancient Gospel according to St. John the Divine, that we find freedom in disappointment, we grasp grace in dislocation, and we learn love in departure. Look back at all your experience to date. What is your greatest disappointment? It is a clue to freedom. What is your hardest dislocation? It is a signpost for grace. What is your most grievous departure? It is the way of love.<\/div>\n

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The community of the beloved disciple knew about disappointment. After three generations, and some, the community had awaited the primitive hope of the church to be realized. They awaited the return of Christ. The resurrection of the dead from their graves. The end of time. The apocalypse of God. It did not come. He did not come, at least not in the way once hoped. I find it the most remarkable experience of the New Testament that John, rather than being lost in a sea of disheartening failure, in the very eye of his most stormy theological hurricane, found freedom. In disappointment he found freedom.<\/div>\n
The community of the beloved disciple knew about dislocation. They had lost their family of origin. They were sent out from their mother religion. The church that wrote John had been thrown out of the synagogue. The life they grew up with had cast them out. It took three generations for them to grasp the joyful grace in dislocation. Count it all grace, brethren, when various dislocations beset you!<\/div>\n

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Our time has also known dislocation aplenty. We should hunt more for grace in the financial dislocation that is endemic in our time. I have yet to serve a church that was not financially challenged. Every religious institution in our region\u2014church, conference, seminary, campground, school, all\u2014is under water in financial terms. More: middle aged families are sinking into the quicksand of debt. They are buying groceries on credit. Debt is work undone. Savings is work done. We have work to do.<\/div>\n

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The community of the beloved disciple knew about departure. The layers of grief culminating in chapter 17, while ostensibly a rehearsal of Jesus\u2019 own departure, may also have been crafted by the heart and voice of their aged John, the other and beloved disciple, whose own departure, in the midst of disappointment and dislocation, itself provoked these layers of grief. Is it not ironic that the sharpest, most rarified language of love in all of the New Testament\u2014in all of literature\u2014arises in the hour of departure?<\/div>\n

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In our time, we are bidding a reluctant farewell to God. To a certain, junior, perception of God. God reigns. This we affirm with the church militant and triumphant. But God\u2019s way among us is away from us. He is risen. He is not here. See the place where they laid him. The measures of freedom and grace given to us become real possibilities, real freedom and real grace, only when we have the gracious freedom to decide for faith. The same is magnificently true of love. This is the message of John, at the end.<\/div>\n

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The departure of the Christ makes space for love. As I have loved you, so you also ought to love one another.<\/div>\n

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3. Brother John<\/strong><\/div>\n

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We are four siblings in my family of origin. The older three have brown hair. The youngest is a redhead, whose name is John. John\u2019s bright red locks are unlike, quite unlike, the less remarkable curls of Bob, Cathy and Cynthia. He stands apart, does John. It makes you wonder where he came from, with such a distinctive aspect. John is like his Gospel namesake, the Fourth Gospel. The youngest of the four, he stands out, so different from his synoptic siblings Matthew, Mark and Luke. They with their shared brown hair, their shared parables and teachings, their shared emphasis on the humanity of Jesus, their shared trips from Galilee to Jerusalem, they just don\u2019t look at all like their younger redheaded brother.<\/div>\n

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In the summer, it happens, as it may in your family, there is a family reunion for one part of our tribe. Occasionally, we would go, growing up. Like yours, ours is something of standard reunion. It is held on a farm near Albany, which has been in the family since before George Washington rode a horse. After the usual light meal of beef, corn, potatoes, bread, sausage, pies, and pickles and so on, the extended family (or those who having eaten so can still move) will sometimes stand for a photograph on the long farm house veranda. I ask you to look at the photo. I am holding it here. Can you see it? Well, even if you cannot see it across the radio waves, you can probably guess what it shows. Of these eighty people, do you see how many have red hair? About 60\u2014young or old, tall or short, heavy or slight, male or female, they mostly have red hair, like John. 75% are redheads. In fact, in the photo, it looks like a sea of red hair. Maybe a red heads convention out in the farm fields of Cooperstown, NY. John isn\u2019t the odd ball. His siblings are.<\/div>\n

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John is not the second century Greco Roman odd ball. His synoptic siblings are. When you put the Fourth Gospel, with all its red haired radical difference, on the farm house veranda of second century religious family literature, he fits right in. He stands shoulder to shoulder with all the Gnostic writings that are so like him, especially in these late chapters. It looks like a redheads convention. He looks and sounds quite like the rest of his second and third cousins, once or twice removed: The Paraphrase of Shem, the Treatise on the Resurrection, the Odes of Solomon, the Apocryphon of John, the Gospel of Peter, the Gospel of Mary. How else will we ever hear this voice of Jesus from John 17?<\/div>\n

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And this is eternal life, that they may know you, the only true God, and Jesus Christ whom though hast sent.<\/em><\/div>\n

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Six Synoptic differences! Eternal life, not kingdom of heaven. Know, not believe. The only true God, not Abba. Jesus Christ, not Rabbi or Master. Sent, not begotten.<\/div>\n

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This voice is NOTHING like that of the Sermon on the Mount, or that of the parable of the Good Samaritan, or that of the cry from Psalm 22 on the cross. Not human, but divine, here. Not earthly, but heavenly, here. Not low, but high, here. Not immanent, but transcendent, here.<\/div>\n

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The community of the Gospel of John had a radical experience of Jesus, as God on earth. To render that experience meaningful, they had the radical courage to take language from the heretics around them, the Gnostics, and use it as their own BECAUSE IT FIT. It worked. It explained to the huddled humans clinging to Christ what they had experienced in him: divine grace and divine freedom. It rendered the sense of consecration, the sense of holy living and dying, the sense of consecrated joy, which they had found, with the Light of the World, with the Bread of Life, with the Good Shepherd, with the Resurrection, with the Word made flesh.<\/div>\n

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The community of the Gospel of John feared not the culture around them. They feared not truth, even when that truth was best expressed outside of their particular religious circle. They had the guts to use language belonging to pagans, outsiders, heretics, Gnostics to celebrate and consecrate their faith. In doing so, they opened up the church to the world, to the future, to the culture around them. They changed their way of speaking of Christ, and pointed to Christ above, in, and transforming the culture around them. They changed. They had the courage to change.<\/div>\n

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In age, our own, when the Gospel of John, served raw, without cooking, without historical interpretation, can be made to sound like the voice not of tradition but of traditionalism, we do well to remember John\u2019s courage to change, to reach out to the culture around, to put the gospel in word and music on the air waves of a pagan culture, out on the radio waves of a secular world, and where possible to use that same culture.<\/div>\n

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Raymond Brown: \u2018Some scholars may ponder on the luck of the Beloved Disciple that his community\u2019s Gospel was not recognized for the sectarian tractate that it really was. But others among us will see this as a recognition by Apostolic Christians that the Johannine language was not really a riddle and the Johannine voice was not alien\u2026What the Johannine Christians considered to be a tradition that had come down from Jesus seems to have been accepted by many other Christians as an embraceable variant of the tradition that they had from Jesus\u2019. (TCOTBD, 18)<\/div>\n

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4. Where We Least Expect To Find It: Freedom In Disappointment, Grace In Dislocation, Love In Departure: Today<\/strong><\/div>\n

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Freedom<\/strong><\/div>\n

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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,<\/em><\/div>\n
And sorry I could not travel both<\/em><\/div>\n
And be one traveler, long I stood<\/em><\/div>\n
And looked down one as far as I could<\/em><\/div>\n
To where it bent in the undergrowth;<\/em><\/div>\n
Then took the other, as just as fair,<\/em><\/div>\n
And having perhaps the better claim,<\/em><\/div>\n
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;<\/em><\/div>\n
Though as for that the passing there<\/em><\/div>\n
Had worn them really about the same,<\/em><\/div>\n
And both that morning equally lay<\/em><\/div>\n
In leaves no step had trodden black.<\/em><\/div>\n
Oh, I kept the first for another day!<\/em><\/div>\n
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,<\/em><\/div>\n
I doubted if I should ever come back.<\/em><\/div>\n
I shall be telling this with a sigh<\/em><\/div>\n
Somewhere ages and ages hence:<\/em><\/div>\n
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-<\/em><\/div>\n
I took the one less traveled by,<\/em><\/div>\n
And that has made all the difference.<\/em><\/div>\n

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A poor man went to a Methodist church for worship. The congregation welcomed him and he returned week by week. After a while the women\u2019s circle took up a collection and bought him a nice new suit, with a blue tie. He happily received the gift, but they never saw him in church again.<\/div>\n

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A while later, on the street, one of church members saw him and asked what had happened. Did he not like the suit? Did it not fit? Was he afraid to wear it?<\/div>\n

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\u201cOh no, I love the suit. I look great in it. When I say myself in the mirror, I looked so good I thought, \u2018I look like a million bucks. I look too good to go just to the Methodist church. I think I\u2019m dressed well enough to go the Episcopal church. I think I will go there. And that is what I did\u201d<\/div>\n

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Sometimes a dose of realized eschatology can clear the mind and strengthen the soul. In a way, every day is our last. In a way, heaven and hell are here and now. In a way, the end time is all of time. John puts it this way: \u2018the hour is coming AND NOW IS\u2019.<\/div>\n

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The freedom of the gospel has gradually embraced multiple variants. The poor. The immigrant. People of color. Those once enslaved. Women. Gay people. Others. The Other. In fact, the lesson of the gospel of freedom enshrined in John is the spiritual expansion of freedom found in the embrace of the embraceable variant.<\/div>\n

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Some years ago we sat at dinner with several other couples, in a beautiful home, over a majestic meal, graciously served. Because the couples new each other well, and were in trust to each other, there was the chance for hard and serious conversation, consecrated conversation you might say. This evening the debate swirled around gay marriage.<\/div>\n

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There are tipping points in the way a culture moves. Some of them occur at dinner, in beautiful homes, over majestic meals, graciously served. The host was opposed, to gay marriage that is. The conversation widened, and then narrowed, and then widened again. We can surely agree that there are many ways of keeping faith, and many honest, different, points of view, on this and on many issues.<\/div>\n

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Across the table sat Carol, mother of two fine teenagers, married with joy to a business leader, baseball player, Red Sox fan. She had battled cancer once before, and now it returned, and she fought it again. We could not see it then, but in seven months she was gone.<\/div>\n

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Over some heat and some laughter, much disagreement but little discord, the conversation, consecrated you might say, moved on. Carol spoke fully, and at one point said: \u2018You know, I have learned how precious life is, how fragile, what a gift every day is. Here is what I feel: if two people truly love each other, deeply commit to each other, and want to consecrate their vows, that is they want what Doug and I have, why would I ever want to stand in their way, why would I ever want to deprive them of that happiness that I know so well.\u2019 I heard some minds changing as dessert came that night.<\/div>\n

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At a wedding dinner this month, in a beautiful room, with fine food and gracious hosts, gay and straight danced the night away together, gay and straight. It was right, normal, easy, organic, natural\u2014the way things are meant to be. The embodiment of the embraceable variant.<\/div>\n

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Grace<\/strong><\/div>\n

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Our churches are in the throes of dislocation. Lyle Schaller had our number 25 years ago when he said: \u201cThese denominations will gladly accept 2-3% annual decline in exchange for the tacit agreement that there be no significant change\u201d. And so, in 25 years, in the Northeast, United Methodism has lost 50% of its membership. Today more 511 of the 930 pulpits in my home conference, Upper New York, are occupied by non-elders: the preaching and ministry are done by people without full or proper education, preparation, examination or ordination. In what other sector of serious life would we permit this?<\/div>\n

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Pasternak loved Shakespeare\u2019s Sonnett 66. It is said that whenever he read aloud the crowd would not let him leave until he had rehearsed it for them. \u201cGive us the 66th\u2026\u201d Its evocation of daily anxiety bears remembering. The poem is unequaled in its announcement of trouble. When life gives you the 66th remember Shakespeare, but especially his last couplet.<\/div>\n
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, <\/em><\/div>\n

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As to behold desert a beggar born, <\/em><\/div>\n
And needy nothing trimm’d in jollity, <\/em><\/div>\n
And purest faith unhappily forsworn, <\/em><\/div>\n
And gilded honour shamefully misplac’d, <\/em><\/div>\n
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, <\/em><\/div>\n
And right perfection wrongfully disgrac’d, <\/em><\/div>\n
And strength by limping sway disabled <\/em><\/div>\n
And art made tongue-tied by authority, <\/em><\/div>\n
And folly–doctor-like–controlling skill, <\/em><\/div>\n
And simple truth miscall’d simplicity, <\/em><\/div>\n
And captive good attending captain ill: <\/em><\/div>\n
Tir’d with all these, from these would I be gone, <\/em><\/div>\n
Save that, to die, I leave my love alone.<\/em><\/div>\n

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\u2018Captive good attending captain ill\u2026\u2019 Can you hear that? It begs to be heard. Stand with your people in tragedy, honest and kind in word and deed.<\/div>\n

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In grace, our healthy future will come from a resurrection of thought, word and deed: of traditional worship, of traveling elders who excel in preaching, and in tithing to support the church we love.<\/div>\n

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All of the lastingly good features of my life have come through grace in dislocation: name in baptism, faith in confirmation, community in eucharist, partnership in marriage, work in ordination, love in pardon, and hope in Christ for this life and the next.<\/div>\n

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Love<\/strong><\/div>\n

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Once to every man and nation<\/em><\/div>\n
Comes the moment to decide<\/em><\/div>\n
In the strife of truth with falsehood<\/em><\/div>\n
For the good or evil side<\/em><\/div>\n
Some great cause, God\u2019s new Messiah<\/em><\/div>\n
Offering each the bloom or blight<\/em><\/div>\n
And the choice goes by forever<\/em><\/div>\n
Twixt that darkness and that light<\/em><\/div>\n
New occasions teach new duties<\/em><\/div>\n
Time makes ancient good uncouth<\/em><\/div>\n
One must upward still and onward<\/em><\/div>\n
Who would keep abreast of truth<\/em><\/div>\n

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Be sober, be watchful. Your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring lion seeking someone to devour.\u201d While we may shed the inherited demonic mythology in the verse, knowing and honoring its origins in the distant past, we nonetheless fully recognize the spiritual truth here: we know not what a day may bring, but only that the hour for serving is always present. Our dear Springfield mother, caught in a tornado, covering her daughter and so saving her in a bathtub, knew not what a day would bring, but only the presence of mind to save her beloved. 1 John 4: 7-12 captures love divinely: Beloved let us love one another\u2026<\/div>\n

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We too want to discipline ourselves and keep alert. So we pray. Do you pray? So we commune. Do you receive the eucharist? So we study. Have you devotionally read your Bible this week? So we converse with one another. Have you opened home and heart recently in Christian conversation? So we fast\u2014park your car, save your money, do not reply all: fight pollution, debt and dehumanization. We too want to discipline ourselves and keep alert.<\/div>\n

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1<\/strong> O LORD, thou hast searched me and known me!<\/em><\/div>\n
2<\/strong> Thou knowest when I sit down and when I rise up; thou discernest my thoughts from afar.<\/em><\/div>\n
3<\/strong> Thou searchest out my path and my lying down, and art acquainted with all my ways. <\/em><\/div>\n
4<\/strong> Even before a word is on my tongue, lo, O LORD, thou knowest it altogether. <\/em><\/div>\n
5<\/strong> Thou dost beset me behind and before, and layest thy hand upon me. <\/em><\/div>\n
6<\/strong> Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is high, I cannot attain it. <\/em><\/div>\n
7<\/strong> Whither shall I go from thy Spirit? Or whither shall I flee from thy presence? <\/em><\/div>\n
8 <\/em><\/strong>If I ascend to heaven, thou art there! If I make my bed in Sheol, thou art there! <\/em><\/div>\n
9<\/strong> If I take the wings of the morning and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, <\/em><\/div>\n
10<\/strong> even there thy hand shall lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me. <\/em><\/div>\n
11<\/strong> If I say, “Let only darkness cover me, and the light about me be night,” <\/em><\/div>\n
12<\/strong> even the darkness is not dark to thee, the night is bright as the day; for darkness is as light with Thee”<\/em><\/div>\n

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