Sunday, July 19, 2009

7 Pentecost


July 19, 2009

Jeremiah 23.1-6; Psalm 23; Mark 6.30-34, 53-56

Today we are getting our share of Shepherd imagery in the Liturgy of the Word. In the reading from the Hebrew Bible, we get Jeremiah on one hand giving a warning to the shepherds who destroy and scatter, and on the other, a promise of shepherds who will truly shepherd, without fear or dismay. In our psalm, we have the old standard, Psalm 23, that has consoled us and upheld us through countless funerals and other difficult times in our lives. I still think of my mother who has said again and again that she never fully appreciated the image of “walking through the valley of the shadow of death” until she gave birth. Finally, we have our Gospel reading, in which Jesus has compassion on the people who were like sheep without a shepherd.

Certainly shepherds are one of the most prevalent occupations throughout scripture. And because we hear about them so often, I think we often take the occupation for granted. We don’t always fully take into account the meaning shepherds had for the writers of these books or even for ourselves.

Shepherds have been there from almost the beginning. The first shepherd is, of course, Adam and Eve’s son, Abel. And throughout scripture, the shepherd has been held up as an example—both good and bad. Certainly the reason shepherds were used as examples as they were was because it was a profession most people of that time and in that place would have understood. People would have understood the importance of the shepherd in sustaining the flock, in caring for the flock and leading and helping the flock. And when it came time for a King among the Hebrew people, the ideal was always as a kind of shepherd. In fact, the first truly God-anointed King was not the arrogant and jealous Saul, but the humble shepherd David. And always a good king was always referred to as a shepherd of the people. Even God was referred to the Shepherd of Israel.

In the New Testament, Jesus again uses the image of a shepherd because he knows that his hearers will understand this important image. He refers to himself as the Good Shepherd and he commends his followers to be good shepherds to those they serve. So, shepherding is not something taken lightly in scripture.

But, shepherds in our day don’t mean what they did in those days. Most of us have probably never even met a shepherd and, to be honest, I am not even certain there are shepherds anymore in this industrialized age of electric tagging of animals and night-vision monitoring. So, how does the image of the shepherd have meaning for us—citified people that we are?

Last week, I talked about The Wizard of Oz and referenced Brain McLaren’s observation that Dorothy is truly an example of Christian leadership. I wasn’t certain what the reaction was going to be to such an idea. But I actually heard some very interesting and very helpful comments afterward. One comment especially struck me. One person—I won’t say who—(ok, it was Gin Templeton)—referenced especially the image I used at the end of my sermon. I’ll share it with you once again.

I ended my sermon last week with the belief that the “quest for the Kingdom of God in our midst may not be found at the end of the Yellow Brick Road—in that dazzlingly colorful magical emerald city of our imaginations, but rather, that the Kingdom might actually be where it was all along—in the sepia black and white Kansas world of our everyday lives.”

Gin, artist that she is, said she enjoyed that idea of going from black and white to dazzling Technicolor, back to black-and-white. She said, “It reminds me of the liturgy. We go from the black and white of our everyday lives, here to the dazzling color and musical pageantry of the Mass, sustained and fed to go back to the black-and-white world of our every day lives.”

I loved that comment and it has stuck with me all week. That’s exactly what our liturgy should be. Now I don’t mean that our liturgy should be some false, fake production. Rather, our liturgy, what we do together here in church on Sunday or n Wednesdays or on any other day we gather to celebrate the Eucharist, should be something that dazzles us and sustains us and fills us with joy and hope so that each of us can go back out into the world sustained and filled with joy and hope. Certainly with James and his music and me and my liturgical style (I’m not even going to bring in my preaching style), you’re often getting an over-the-top production on Sundays—sort of like those MGM musicals from the 1930s and 1940s. If we brought in liturgical dance—God help us all!—we might even have one of those kaleidoscopic Busby Berkeley dance sequences. Trust me, that’s not going to happen.

However, liturgy of course isn’t just about the priest and musicians. It is about all of us, coming together to pray, to worship, to sing and play music, and to so with for ourselves and God. We come here to be sustained, to be fed, to be enlightened.

Of course, it isn’t always like that. Sometimes the priest might be off, the preacher might be off, the organist or cantor might be off, or you yourself might be off, and as a result, something just doesn’t work. An important factor is missing. A big of the sparkle and dazzle of this event we call the Mass or the Eucharist is just not there. It happens. But the fact is that even in those moments, we’re doing what we need to be doing. We’re here. We’re worshipping. We’re singing. We’re listening. We’re sharing—our time, our energy, our very presence—with each other and with God. And God is sharing God’s presence with us as well.

In a sense, Jesus shares his presence with us here as a shepherd would share with his flock. The great Anglican theologian Reginald Fuller said “Christ still performs the function of shepherding in the liturgy.” In the first part of the liturgy—in the liturgy of the word in which we hear the scriptures—Jesus teaches the flock through his word., “which Mark emphasizes as an essential function of the shepherd.” In the second half of the liturgy—the Eucharist, the celebration of partaking of the Body and Blood of Jesus in the Bread and Wine—Jesus “prepares a banquet for the flock” (which reminds us what we find in our Psalm).

To take this image one step further, the Shepherd not only feeds the flock bread and wine. In our case, with Jesus, he actually feeds us with himself. He feeds us his own Body and his own Blood, knowing that anything else will not sustains us, will not keep us going for long. The Good Shepherd cares just that much for us—that he feeds us with his very self—with his Body and with his Blood.

So, essentially Jesus is the host at this dazzling, over-the-top, Technicolor banquet that we celebrate here on Sundays. And ultimately what happens in our Eucharistic liturgy is that we find Jesus the Shepherd feeding us and sustaining us so that we can go from here fed and sustain to feed and sustain others. Here, in what we are partaking of, we are experiencing the Shepherd in a beautiful and wonderful way. We are receiving all that the Shepherd promises, so that w can go out be shepherds ourselves to those who need us. He sets the example for us. What we do here on Sundays is not some insular, private, secret little ceremony done just for our own personal sake. Yes, we are sustained personally here. But it’s not all about just us. What happens here in this banquet is an event that has the potential to bring about that very Kingdom of God in our midst. It opens the world up so that the Kingdom can break through.

Fed, we feed. Sustained, we sustain. Served, we can serve.

Dazzled by this incredible event in our lives, we then, bearing within us a bit of that dazzling presence, can dazzle others. I am often very fond of telling people that the Eucharist is the one things that sustains me more than any other in my life. People who do not particulate in this incredible event don’t understand. But for those of us who do partake, who do come every Sunday (and on Wednesdays, here at St. Stephen’s), know exactly what that means. When we are weak, when we are beaten down, when we are pursued by the wolves of our lives, we find sustenance here at the altar, in this dazzling Presence of Jesus. When are wearied by the strain and exhaustion of our black-white everyday worlds, in the dusty “Kansas of day-to-day lives, we have the opportunity to come to the dazzling, over-the-top celebration of color and light and music that sustains each of us and delights our senses. And when we return to those worlds, we still have work to do.

Dorothy will still get up from her bed at the end of The Wizard of Oz and will still have to feed the chickens, and will still have face Miss Gulch. But she will be different than she was before because of her encounter with that land of Oz. So are we. We too will have to leave here and face all that we have to face in the world. We have to go out face our jobs, our broken relationships, our ungrateful families, the prejudice and homophobia and sexism and racism and fundamentalism and violence of the black-and-white world. But we do so with this experience we have here within us. We face the unshepherded world shepherded.

“I will raise up shepherds,” The Lord says in our reading from Jeremiah today. “and they shall not fear any longer, or be dismayed, nor shall any be missing, says the Lord.” That hope is what we carry with us as we go forward from here. We are the shepherds that are raised us. And we, and those we serve, shall not fear any longer, or be dismayed, nor shall any of us be missing because of our Great Shepherd.

Amen.

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