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My dad knew of my sister's dream to someday become a pilot, but he wasn't there to celebrate the day she got accepted into the Air Force Academy, or the day she graduated from pilot training school.  He didn't get to walk her down the aisle four years ago, when she got married to another young Air Force Pilot, Mark Jennings.  And he wasn't there to hold her and comfort her just one year later when Mark was killed by a runaway car while doing yard work in his front yard.  We didn't know it at the time, but my sister was pregnant then with my niece, Katy.  My dad didn't live to walk my sister down the aisle, but Katy will never even know her father at all, except in pictures and memories.
 
My dad knew of my sister's dream to someday become a pilot, but he wasn't there to celebrate the day she got accepted into the Air Force Academy, or the day she graduated from pilot training school.  He didn't get to walk her down the aisle four years ago, when she got married to another young Air Force Pilot, Mark Jennings.  And he wasn't there to hold her and comfort her just one year later when Mark was killed by a runaway car while doing yard work in his front yard.  We didn't know it at the time, but my sister was pregnant then with my niece, Katy.  My dad didn't live to walk my sister down the aisle, but Katy will never even know her father at all, except in pictures and memories.
  
The loss of my grandmother was sad, but something we could all wrap our minds around: she had come to the end of a reasonably long life.  The loss of my father, and the loss of my brother-in-law, both in the prime of their lives...those were tragedies.  Especially for my sister and her daughter, who lost more than anyone should have to lose in one lifetime.   
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The loss of my grandmother was sad, but something we could all wrap our minds around: she had come to the end of a reasonably long life.  The loss of my father, and the loss of my brother-in-law, both in the prime of their lives...those were tragedies. Unreasonable tragedies.  Inexplicable tragedies. Especially for my sister and her daughter, who lost more than anyone should have to lose in one lifetime.   
  
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"Should have to."  We all know that tragedy can and does happen to anyone, rich or poor, young or old, Christian or not Christian.  It doesn't matter.  And yet we have certain expectations about what life "should" hold for us, especially if we feel that we have upheld our end of the deal, if we have been "good" citizens, good church members, and faithful to God.  We believe (or want to believe) that God loves us perfectly and unconditionally.  We believe (or want to believe) that God is all powerful, in control of everything that happens in the universe.  And so when tragedy strikes, we tend to question one of those two pillars of our faith.  "God, if you really love me and want what is best for me, how could you let this happen to me?" Maybe God is not as "good" as we thought.  Or maybe God loves us, but something prevented Him from helping us in this situation...maybe, then, God is not as "powerful" as we thought.
  
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When my father died, some well-intentioned person came up to me at the funeral service and said:  "This is all part of God's plan.  We can't see it now, but somehow this will all work out for the best."  I wanted to punch that person in the face.  You mean God ''wanted'' my Dad to die?  What kind of God is that?  And is it really all about me? God wanted my Dad to die so that somehow things could work out better for me?  Well, that's great for me, but it sure stinks for my Dad!  What I didn't realize at the time was that this person was trying desperately to hold onto God's sovereignty, or God's "all-powerful" nature.  God is in control.  And in the process, that well-meaning person let the other pillar (God's love or goodness) come into question some. 
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Well, about five minutes later, still at my Dad's funeral, yet another person came up to me and said "This wasn't supposed to happen.  God didn't want this to happen -- it's an attack from the enemy!"  I didn't want to punch this person in the face, but I was still pretty unimpressed with the answer.  That must be a pretty powerful enemy if God's plans are so easily blocked.  Or a pretty weak God.  What's the point of following a God like that?  This second person was trying desperately to hold onto God's benevolence, or perfect goodness and love.  And in the process, this time, it was God's sovereignty that was compromised. 
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Here's a tip in case you ever find yourself on the comforting end of someone's tragedy:  He or she may be looking desperately for answers, but unless you are the Creator of the universe and all things, you probably shouldn't try to offer any.  It's better just to sit quietly in solidarity and let your presence be the best answer you've got.  I don't understand either, but I'm here. 
  
 
==Consider Job==
 
==Consider Job==

Revision as of 12:32, 6 October 2012

Our Scripture reading today consists of the first two chapters of the book of Job. It's a long reading, so rather than do it all at once, I'd like to break it into smaller segments interspersed throughout the sermon. But first, I'd like to begin with a more personal story.

When my grandmother died a few years ago at the age of 76, it was a sad and difficult time for my family, but I don't think I would call it a tragedy. My grandmother had lived an entirely full life; she did everything that she was supposed to do, everything she had wanted to do. She got to see her six children grow up and get married, her grandchildren, and even several great-grandchildren.

When my father died of a massive heart attack at the age of 48, three of his four children were still in high school, and one (me) had just graduated from college two weeks before. I'm grateful my dad got to be there at my graduation from college, but he wasn't at my wedding, and he never got to hold any of my three children. I think he would have been proud to see me standing here today preaching to you.

My dad knew of my sister's dream to someday become a pilot, but he wasn't there to celebrate the day she got accepted into the Air Force Academy, or the day she graduated from pilot training school. He didn't get to walk her down the aisle four years ago, when she got married to another young Air Force Pilot, Mark Jennings. And he wasn't there to hold her and comfort her just one year later when Mark was killed by a runaway car while doing yard work in his front yard. We didn't know it at the time, but my sister was pregnant then with my niece, Katy. My dad didn't live to walk my sister down the aisle, but Katy will never even know her father at all, except in pictures and memories.

The loss of my grandmother was sad, but something we could all wrap our minds around: she had come to the end of a reasonably long life. The loss of my father, and the loss of my brother-in-law, both in the prime of their lives...those were tragedies. Unreasonable tragedies. Inexplicable tragedies. Especially for my sister and her daughter, who lost more than anyone should have to lose in one lifetime.

"Should have to." We all know that tragedy can and does happen to anyone, rich or poor, young or old, Christian or not Christian. It doesn't matter. And yet we have certain expectations about what life "should" hold for us, especially if we feel that we have upheld our end of the deal, if we have been "good" citizens, good church members, and faithful to God. We believe (or want to believe) that God loves us perfectly and unconditionally. We believe (or want to believe) that God is all powerful, in control of everything that happens in the universe. And so when tragedy strikes, we tend to question one of those two pillars of our faith. "God, if you really love me and want what is best for me, how could you let this happen to me?" Maybe God is not as "good" as we thought. Or maybe God loves us, but something prevented Him from helping us in this situation...maybe, then, God is not as "powerful" as we thought.

When my father died, some well-intentioned person came up to me at the funeral service and said: "This is all part of God's plan. We can't see it now, but somehow this will all work out for the best." I wanted to punch that person in the face. You mean God wanted my Dad to die? What kind of God is that? And is it really all about me? God wanted my Dad to die so that somehow things could work out better for me? Well, that's great for me, but it sure stinks for my Dad! What I didn't realize at the time was that this person was trying desperately to hold onto God's sovereignty, or God's "all-powerful" nature. God is in control. And in the process, that well-meaning person let the other pillar (God's love or goodness) come into question some.

Well, about five minutes later, still at my Dad's funeral, yet another person came up to me and said "This wasn't supposed to happen. God didn't want this to happen -- it's an attack from the enemy!" I didn't want to punch this person in the face, but I was still pretty unimpressed with the answer. That must be a pretty powerful enemy if God's plans are so easily blocked. Or a pretty weak God. What's the point of following a God like that? This second person was trying desperately to hold onto God's benevolence, or perfect goodness and love. And in the process, this time, it was God's sovereignty that was compromised.

Here's a tip in case you ever find yourself on the comforting end of someone's tragedy: He or she may be looking desperately for answers, but unless you are the Creator of the universe and all things, you probably shouldn't try to offer any. It's better just to sit quietly in solidarity and let your presence be the best answer you've got. I don't understand either, but I'm here.

Consider Job

1There was once a man in the land of Uz whose name was Job. That man was blameless and upright, one who feared God and turned away from evil. 2There were born to him seven sons and three daughters. 3He had seven thousand sheep, three thousand camels, five hundred yoke of oxen, five hundred donkeys, and very many servants; so that this man was the greatest of all the people of the east. 4His sons used to go and hold feasts in one another’s houses in turn; and they would send and invite their three sisters to eat and drink with them. 5And when the feast days had run their course, Job would send and sanctify them, and he would rise early in the morning and offer burnt-offerings according to the number of them all; for Job said, ‘It may be that my children have sinned, and cursed God in their hearts.’ This is what Job always did.

Behind the Scenes: First Heavenly Council

6 One day the heavenly beings came to present themselves before the Lord, and Satan also came among them. 7The Lord said to Satan, ‘Where have you come from?’ Satan answered the Lord, ‘From going to and fro on the earth, and from walking up and down on it.’ 8The Lord said to Satan, ‘Have you considered my servant Job? There is no one like him on the earth, a blameless and upright man who fears God and turns away from evil.’ 9Then Satan answered the Lord, ‘Does Job fear God for nothing? 10Have you not put a fence around him and his house and all that he has, on every side? You have blessed the work of his hands, and his possessions have increased in the land. 11But stretch out your hand now, and touch all that he has, and he will curse you to your face.’ 12The Lord said to Satan, ‘Very well, all that he has is in your power; only do not stretch out your hand against him!’ So Satan went out from the presence of the Lord.

Attack on Job's Property and Family

13 One day when his sons and daughters were eating and drinking wine in the eldest brother’s house, 14a messenger came to Job and said, ‘The oxen were ploughing and the donkeys were feeding beside them, 15and the Sabeans fell on them and carried them off, and killed the servants with the edge of the sword; I alone have escaped to tell you.’ 16While he was still speaking, another came and said, ‘The fire of God fell from heaven and burned up the sheep and the servants, and consumed them; I alone have escaped to tell you.’ 17While he was still speaking, another came and said, ‘The Chaldeans formed three columns, made a raid on the camels and carried them off, and killed the servants with the edge of the sword; I alone have escaped to tell you.’ 18While he was still speaking, another came and said, ‘Your sons and daughters were eating and drinking wine in their eldest brother’s house, 19and suddenly a great wind came across the desert, struck the four corners of the house, and it fell on the young people, and they are dead; I alone have escaped to tell you.’

20 Then Job arose, tore his robe, shaved his head, and fell on the ground and worshipped. 21He said, ‘Naked I came from my mother’s womb, and naked shall I return there; the Lord gave, and the Lord has taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord.’

22 In all this Job did not sin or charge God with wrongdoing.

Behind the Scenes: Second Heavenly Council

2One day the heavenly beings came to present themselves before the Lord, and Satan also came among them to present himself before the Lord. 2The Lord said to Satan, ‘Where have you come from?’ Satan answered the Lord, ‘From going to and fro on the earth, and from walking up and down on it.’ 3The Lord said to Satan, ‘Have you considered my servant Job? There is no one like him on the earth, a blameless and upright man who fears God and turns away from evil. He still persists in his integrity, although you incited me against him, to destroy him for no reason.’ 4Then Satan answered the Lord, ‘Skin for skin! All that people have they will give to save their lives. 5But stretch out your hand now and touch his bone and his flesh, and he will curse you to your face.’ 6The Lord said to Satan, ‘Very well, he is in your power; only spare his life.’

Attack on Job's Health

7 So Satan went out from the presence of the Lord, and inflicted loathsome sores on Job from the sole of his foot to the crown of his head. 8Job took a potsherd with which to scrape himself, and sat among the ashes.

9 Then his wife said to him, ‘Do you still persist in your integrity? Curse God, and die.’ 10But he said to her, ‘You speak as any foolish woman would speak. Shall we receive the good at the hand of God, and not receive the bad?’ In all this Job did not sin with his lips.

11 Now when Job’s three friends heard of all these troubles that had come upon him, each of them set out from his home—Eliphaz the Temanite, Bildad the Shuhite, and Zophar the Naamathite. They met together to go and console and comfort him. 12When they saw him from a distance, they did not recognize him, and they raised their voices and wept aloud; they tore their robes and threw dust in the air upon their heads. 13They sat with him on the ground for seven days and seven nights, and no one spoke a word to him, for they saw that his suffering was very great.