17 Pentecost

October 2, 2022

 

Luke 17.5-10

+ Yesterday was a big day in my life.

 

Yesterday I celebrated 14 years as Priest of St. Stephen’s.

 

I became the Priest here on October 1, 2008.

 

And in that time, we have some major changes.

 

I always joke that in that time, I feel like I have been pastor of three different parishes.

 

I found myself pondering what St. Stephen’s means to me.

 

As I did, I was thinking about the fact that one thing I very proud of here is that when we say we are truly welcoming and inclusive, we really are a welcoming and inclusive parish.

 

We welcome everyone and we include everyone, even people who might not believe the same things about certain issues.

 

People who have different political views.

 

People who have different spiritual views.

 

Yet, despite that description, there truly is a wide spectrum of belief here at St. Stephen’s.

 

We encompass many people and beliefs here.

 

And I love that!

 

And, even people who don’t believe, or don’t know what they believe, are always welcome here.

 

And included.

 

That includes even atheists.

 

I love atheists, as many of you know.

 

And I don’t mean, by saying that, that I love them because of some intent to convert them.

 

No.

 

My love for atheists has simply to do with the fact that I “get” them.

 

I understand them.

 

I appreciate them.

 

And I have lots of atheists in my life!

 

Agnostics and atheists have always intrigued me.

 

In fact, as many of you know, I was an agnostic, verging on atheism, once a long time ago in my life.

 

Now to be clear, agnosticism and atheism are two similar though different aspects of belief or disbelief.

 

An agnostic—gnostic meaning knowledge, an “a” in front of it negates that word, so no knowledge of God—is simply someone who doesn’t know if God exists or not.

 

An atheist—a theist is a person who believes in a god, an “a” in front of it negates it, so a person who does not believe a god—in someone who simply does not or cannot believe.

 

You have heard me say often that we are all agnostics, to some extent.

 

There are things about our faith we simply—and honestly—don’t know.

 

That’s not a bad thing.

 

It’s actually a very good thing.

 

Our agnosticism keeps us on our toes.  

 

I think agnosticism is an honest response.

 

But atheism is interesting and certainly honest too, in this sense.

 

Whenever I ask an atheist what kind of God they don’t believe in, and they tell me, I, quite honestly, have to agree.

 

When atheists tell me they don’t believe in some white-bearded man seated on a throne in some far-off, cloud filled kingdom like some cut-out, some magic man living in the sky from Monte Python’s Search for the Holy Grail, then, I have to say, “I don’t believe in that God either.”

 

I am an atheist in regard to that God—that idolatrous god made in our own image.

 

If that’s what an atheist is, then count me in.

 

But the God I do believe in—the God of mystery, the God of wonder and faith and love—now, that God is a God I can serve and worship.

 

And this God of mystery and love that I serve has, I believe, reaches out to us, here in the muck of our lives.

 

Certainly that is not some distant, strange, human-made God.

 

Rather it is a close, loving, God, a God who knows us and is with us.

 

But there are issues with such a belief.

 

Believing in a God of mystery means we now have work cut out for us in cultivating our faith in that God of mystery.

 

“Increase our faith!” the apostles petition Jesus in today’s Gospel.

 

And two thousand years later, we—Jesus’ disciples now—are still asking him to essentially do that for us as well.  

 

It’s an honest prayer.  

 

We want our faith increased.

 

We want to believe more fully than we do.

 

We want to believe in a way that will eliminate doubt, because doubt is so…uncertain.

 

Doubt is a sometimes frightening place to explore.

 

And we are afraid that with little faith and a lot of doubt, doubt will win out.

 

We are crying out—like those first apostles—for more than we have.

 

But Jesus—in that way that Jesus does—turns it all back on us.  

 

He tells us that we shouldn’t be worrying about increasing our faith.  

 

We should rather be concerned about the mustard seed of faith that we have right now.

 

Think of that for a moment.  

 

Think of what a mustard seed really is.  

 

It’s one of the smallest things we can see.

 

It’s a minuscule thing.

 

It’s the size of a period at the end of a sentence or a dot on a lower-case I (12 point font).  

 

It’s just that small.

 

Jesus tells us that with that little bit of faith—that small amount of real faith—we can tell a mulberry tree, “be uprooted and planted in the sea.”  

 

In other words, those of us who are afraid that a whole lot of doubt can overwhelm that little bit of faith have nothing to worry about.  

 

Because even a little bit of faith—even a mustard seed of faith—is more powerful than an ocean of doubt.  

 

A little seed of faith is the most powerful thing in the world, because that tiny amount of faith will drive us and push us and motivate us to do incredible things.  

 

And doing those things, spurred on and nourished by that little bit of faith, does make a difference in the world.

 

Even if we have 99% doubt and 1% faith, that 1% wins out over the rest, again and again.

We are going to doubt.

 

We are going to sometimes gaze into that void and have a hard time seeing, for certain—without any doubt—that God truly is there.  

 

We all doubt.

 

And that’s all right to do.

 

But if we still go on loving, if we still go on serving, if we still go on trying to bring the sacred and holy into our midst and into this world even in the face of that 99% of doubt, that is our mustard seed of faith at work.

 

That is what it means to be a Christian.  

 

That is what loving God and loving our neighbor as ourselves does.

 

It furthers the Kingdom of God in our midst, even when we might be doubting that there is even a Kingdom of God.

Now, yes, I understand that it’s weird to hear a priest get up here and say that atheists and agnostics and other doubters can teach us lessons about faith.

 

But they can.

 

I think God does work in that way sometimes.

 

I have no doubt that God can increase our faith by any means necessary, even despite our doubts.

 

I have no doubt that God can work even in the mustard-sized faith found deep within someone who is an atheist or agnostic.

 

And if God can do that in the life and example of an atheist, imagine what God can do in our lives—in us, who are committed Christians who stand up every Sunday in church and profess our faiths in the Creed we are about to recite together.

So, let us cultivate that mustard-sized faith inside us.

 

Let’s not fret over how small it is.  

 

Let’s not worry about weighing it on the scale against the doubt in our lives.  

 

Let’s not despair over how miniscule it is.  

 

Let’s not fear doubt.

 

Let us not be scared of our natural agnosticism.

 

Rather, let us realize that even that mustard seed of faith within us can do incredible things in our lives and in the lives of those around us.  

 

And in doing those small things, we all are bringing the Kingdom of God into our midst.

 

Let us pray.

 

Holy and loving God, increase our faith; help us to cultivate the kernel of faith we carry with us, and make us truly aware of our love and your Presence in our lives; in Jesus’ name we pray. Amen.