CALVARY BAPTIST CHURCH

 

Rev. Fred Weimert      December 2, 2007

 

Not So Fast

 

 

 

I have thrown a little purple sheet in your bulletin this week…

            It is a poem by Gwendolyn Brooks…

                        “In Emanuel’s Nightmare: Another Coming of Christ”

                                    I am not going to read it to you…

                                                It is too long for me to do that…

                                                            So why’s it there?

                                    It is there because I am hoping that you,         

                                                in a more inquisitive moment,

                                                one of those quiet moments in this service,

                                                            have already read it.

                                                                        If you haven’t please do…

                                                                                    sometime later…

                                                                                    or even now…

                                                                                                while I am stumbling around

                                                                                                            in this Advent sermon…

                                                                        It may well be that Ms. Brooks

                                                                                    has more to say about advent than I do.

                                    I put it there because, even though Ms. Brooks is dead,…

                                                In fact she died seven years ago tomorrow

                                                you should still know her.

                                                            She won a Pulitzer Prize in 1950…

                                                                        I think she was

the first African American so honored,

And It wasn’t charity

wasn’t a gift.

            She deserved it.

            She was brilliant.

                                    I might have put this poem in because of all the hype

                                                about the Army Navy football game in Baltimore,

                                                            and because of that remark

I made in the call to prayer.

                                    Or I may have put it in because of the remarks

earlier in this 24th chapter of Matthew…

prior to today’s reading

            there were words about wars are rumors of wars.

                                    And oh how we love those rumors…

                                                Do you remember the good old days

                                                            of the first Gulf War…

                                                Back when you would rush home at the end of the day…

                                                            to watch General Norman Schwarzkopf

debrief us on the events of the day…

                                                            with all that marvelous bombsite/gun camera footage

                                                                        of smart bombs blasting bunkers…

                                                                                    Didn’t our hearts burned within us as he

                                                                                                opened to us the marvels of

                                                                                                            our technological triumphs.

                                                Sadly rumors of the current war aren’t as heart warming.

                                                            the footage now is of broken bodies

                                                                        ours and theirs

                                                            blown-up and burned out vehicles

                                                                        ours and theirs.

                                                We don’t rush home any more

to see the pictures of this war…

            its not gun camera or missile guidance, footage kind of war.

                        it’s simple videos of carnage, kind of war.

                        The saddest thing is that we have merely tired of this war…

                                    we haven’t tired of war itself…

                                                If a good one came along we would be right there cheering.

                                                            Maybe that is why I put Ms. Brooks poem in…

                                                                        because I like the way she pictures

Jesus’ coming.

                                                I love that little short stanza on the back of the sheet:                                      He had come down, He said, to clean the earth

Of the dirtiness of war.

            I love the stanza that begins a little further on:

The people wanted war.  War’s in their hearts.

   (In me, in your snag-toothed fool

Who won the Great War-Naming Contest and

All the years since has bragged how he did Beat

His Fellow Man.)  It is the human aim.

 

Matthew 24: 36-44

"But about that day and hour no one knows,

neither the angels of heaven,

nor the Son,

but only the Father.

For as the days of Noah were,

so will be the coming of the Son of Man.

For as in those days before the flood

they were eating and drinking,

marrying and giving in marriage,

until the day Noah entered the ark,

and they knew nothing until the flood came

and swept them all away,

so too will be the coming of the Son of Man.

Then two will be in the field;

one will be taken and one will be left.

Two women will be grinding meal together;

one will be taken and one will be left.

Keep awake therefore,

for you do not know on what day your Lord is coming.

But understand this:

if the owner of the house had known

in what part of the night the thief was coming,

he would have stayed awake

and would not have let his house be broken into.

Therefore you also must be ready,

for the Son of Man is coming at an unexpected hour.

                                                                                                Here ends the reading.

 

This lesson is part of a longer apocalypse

            which is found mainly in Matthew’s gospel

in chapters 24 and 25.

Luke’s gospel has similar long apocalypse

                        but Matthew has the most material in his apocalypse.

                                    These passages address the second coming of the Lord.

 

In his book Jesus: Uncovering the Life, Teachings, and Relevance

of a Religious Revolutionary,

Marcus Borg writes of his struggles with this apocalyptic Jesus:

“Most mainline scholars (including me) do not think that Jesus spoke about his second coming.  To suppose that he did would require imagining that he tried to teach his followers about a second coming when they had not yet understood his ‘first coming’ very well, including not really understanding that he was going away, that is, that he would be killed. The synoptics consistently portray his disciples as ‘not getting it.’”     pg. 179

I would agree with Borg’s assessment…

            but for the purpose of this sermon…

            I might go even farther.

                        I would struggle with Jesus spouting apocalyptic visions

                                    because of the inherent violence

in this form of literature.

                                                An apocalypse is always about us over you…

                                                            good over evil…

                                                            The triumph of right over wrong…

                                                            The defeat of our enemies.

                                                It is a continuation of that competitive,

warring spirit…

                                                            that Gwendolyn Brooks wrote about.

                        Now, it may be that Jesus, coming from Galilee,

                                    an area in Israel

that was a hot bed of revolutionary thought…

                                    It may be that Jesus was exposed to apocalyptic thinking

                                                I think he believed that God wanted

to renew creation…

            and that God would bring judgment

on those who were unfaithful

 

                        But I don’t think that Jesus was deeply committed

                                    to apocalyptic thoughts or visions…

                                                My reason for saying that is Luke 23: 34

                                                            When Jesus is hanging on the cross…

                                                                        He doesn’t shout down…

                                                                                    God is going to get you for this!”

                                    Which is probably what one steeped in the Apocalyptic

                                                would say

                                                            Instead Jesus says:

                                                                        “Father forgive them

for they know not what they do.”

                                                I think Jesus really said and meant that.

                                                I think Jesus really came with a belief that his coming and way

                                                            would lead people to life

                                                                        which would be made more abundant

by love and not hate.

 

                        I think these passages about the apocalypse

                                    have more to do with the fact that Matthew and Luke

                                                were written after the Destruction of Jerusalem

                                                            at a time when Christians were being expelled

                                                                        from the synagogues…

                                    I think these passages reflect that first century feeling

                                                that these events were the beginning of God’s judgment…

                                                            on those others… not like us.

 

            Jesus may well have believed in judgment

                        as this passage indicates…

                                    but to see what he believed in…

you need to look closely at his words.

“so too will be the coming of the Son of Man.

Then two will be in the field;

one will be taken and one will be left.

Two women will be grinding meal together;

one will be taken and one will be left.

Keep awake therefore, “

                        The believer in the apocalyptic would say…

                                    This is a picture of the rapture

                                                Just like I Thessalonians 4: 17

“Then we who are alive,

who are left,

will be caught up in the clouds together with them

to meet the Lord in the air;…”

                      Ah, the rapture, the good taken up into heaven…

                                    while the evil are left here on earth…

                                                to endure the tribulation…

                                    but is that even what the passage says?

                        Listen to what it said about the days of Noah:

“For as in those days before the flood

they were eating and drinking,

marrying and giving in marriage,

until the day Noah entered the ark,

and they knew nothing until the flood came

and swept them all away,

                    In Noah’s day it was the evil who were swept away,

                                    while Noah and his family…

                                                the good were left here on the earth.

 

I don’t think this story was told as part of an apocalypse…

            I think it was Jesus way of saying…

                        that life ends suddenly…

                                    in a moment…

                                                persons one moment are at work…

                                                            in a field…

                                                            at the work of grinding…

                                                and the next moment one is gone…

                                                            It is like Isaiah 40’s

The grass withers, the flower fades,

when the breath of the LORD blows upon it;

surely the people are grass.

                        and the key words in Matthew are:

“Keep awake therefore, “

                        Rain falls “on the just and unjust”…

                        and death comes in just the same fashion…

                                    so keep awake

                                    live a life faithful to God…

                                                till that moment comes…

                                                            when we stand fully in the presence of God.

                                                                        So may we live…

so that in the end we may stand.  Amen.

 

In Emanuel’s Nightmare: Another Coming of Christ

by Gwendolyn Brooks

(speaks, among spirit questioners, of marvelous spirit affairs.)

There had been quiet all that afternoon.

Just such a quiet afternoon as any,

Though with a brighter and freer air.

The sleepy sun sat on us, and those clouds

Dragged dreamily.  Well, it was interesting—

How silence could give place to such a noise.

But now—is noise the word?  Is that exact?

I think not.

I’ll try to name it.  Naming is my line.

I won the Great War-Naming Contest.  Ah,

I put it over on them all.  I beat

Them all.  I wear an honor on my name—

Sound wasn’t in it.  Though it was loud enough.

I’d say it was a heat.

But it took us.  Did with us as it would.

Wound us in balls, unraveled, wound again.

And women screamed, “The Judgment Day has come.”

And little children gathered up the cry.

It was then that they knocked each other down

To get to—where?  But they were used to Doors.

Thought they had but to beat their Fellow Man

To get to and get out of one again.

It wasn’t Judgment Day.  (For we are here.)

And presently the people knew, and sighed.

Out of that heaven a most beautiful Man

Came down.  But now is coming quite the word?

It wasn’t coming.  I’d say it was—a Birth.

The man was born out of the heavens, in truth.

Yet no parturient creature ever knew

That Naturalness, that hurtlessness, that ease.

How He was tall and strong!

How He was cold-browed!  How He mildly smiled!

How the voice played on the heavy hope of the air

And loved our hearts out!

Why, it was such a voice as gave me eyes

To see my Fellow Man of all the world,

There with me, listening.

He had come down, He said, to clean the earth

Of the dirtiness of war.

Now tell of why His power failed Him there?

His power did not fail.  It was that, simply,

He found how much the people wanted war.

How much it was their creed, and their good joy.

And what they lived for.  He had not the heart

To take away their chief sweet delectation.

We tear—as a decent gesture, a tact—we tear

Laxly again at our lax, our tired hair.

The people wanted war.  War’s in their hearts.

   (In me, in your snag-toothed fool

Who won the Great War-Naming Contest and

All the years since has bragged how he did Beat

His Fellow Man.)  It is the human aim.

Without, there would be no hate.  No Diplomats.

And households would be fresh and frictionless.

God’s Son went home.  Among us it is whispered

He cried the tears of men.

Feeling, in fact,

We have no need of peace.