Sermon transcript for July 7, 2013
Step into the Water
II Kings 5:1-14
Belmont UMC—July 7, 2013
Ken Edwards, preaching
Today, I invite you to step into the water with a man named Naaman. The story of Naaman is a colorful and surprising story (and a bit humorous)—one of my favorites from the Hebrew Scripture. I recall a sermon on this passage preached by one of my professors. Actually, I only remember the title: “Seven Ducks in a Muddy River.” The same professor preached a sermon Jesus casting demons into swine. He titled it, “Deviled Ham.” I’m not as clever with titles but I do invite you into the water for awhile this morning.
Naaman is the Secretary of Defense for a powerful and wealthy country, Aram, which has had a mixed history with Israel. Aram has been an enemy of Israel. Naaman is rich and powerful himself, and armies bow to him. But he is sick. He has contracted leprosy, a terrible disease with an equally awful stigma. It makes for awkward networking with heads of state when one cannot extend a hand.
He is ill, and this powerful and self-sufficient person, this mighty warrior, with armies at his disposal, does not have the power to heal himself. In the face of illness, Naaman finds him self vulnerable and helpless. And don’t we all at such times?
But there is one person in Naaman’s household who has an answer for his dilemma. This person is a young Jewish girl, who was kidnapped and taken into slavery and made to wait on Naaman’s wife. She courageously, offers this suggestion to his wife, “If only my lord were with the prophet in Samaria! He would cure him of his leprosy.” (v. 3) She is speaking of Elisha.
Hearing this, Naaman packs up a wagon load of silver and gold, and fancy clothes, because that’s how he is accustomed to negotiating these transactions. He takes a letter of recommendation from the King of Aram and he arrives at the door of the King of Israel. The King of Israel does not know what to do. Anticipating an international incident and seeing this as pretext to start up another war against Israel, the king throws up his hands and tears his clothes in despair.
Elisha hears about this and asks the King, “Why tear your clothes? Send him to me so he will know there is a prophet in Israel.” (Elisha sounds a little rude and cocky here.) So Naaman makes a grand arrival with horses and chariots at Elisha’s place. Try to picture the extravagance of each move by Naaman. But Elisha does not even go out to meet him and instead, sends a messenger, telling Naaman to go wash seven times in the Jordan River. Naaman is outraged that Elisha does not come out in person. He is used to more attention, more fanfare. And he’s insulted that he has to wash in the little Jordan River. Naaman was hoping for something grander—something to grab media attention.
Again, it’s the servants who intervene, “Father, if the prophet had commanded you to do something difficult, would you not have done it? All he said to you was, ‘Wash and be clean.’” So Naaman does the simple thing, immersing him self seven times in the Jordan and his flesh was restored like the flesh of a young boy.
Our lectionary stops there, but verse 15 continues, “Then he returned to Elisha, he and all his company. He came and stood before him and said, ‘Now I know that there is no God in all the earth except in Israel.’” And he offers money to Elisha, indicating that the conversion is not complete but it’s a good beginning.
The story speaks for itself.
This story is full of surprises. It is surprising when the rich and powerful become vulnerable. It’s surprising that healing and restoration come at the suggestion of slaves and servants. It is surprising that God’s grace and healing are offered to someone who is an outsider to Israel. It’s surprising to Naaman that his power and wealth cannot solve his problems.
Power and wealth cannot solve all of our problems either. Everything is not going to be better just because stocks turned upward in heavy trading on Wall Street or because we have the largest stockpile of weapons at our disposal. And you and I come here week after week to connect our lives with that which money cannot buy. You and I come here week after week to connect our souls to a power higher than all earthly powers.
This story teaches us about humility. Kathleen A. Robertson Farmer reminds us that the Hebrew words used here describe Naaman as a “big man” who expects a big deal to be made over him. The words used to describe the slave mean “little girl” and as a slave she is “the ancient world’s consummate non-person,” and yet she is the one with faith in God and knows the source of Naaman’s healing. (Feasting on the Word Year C,, Volume 3, pp. 196-201)
Someone once told me that to be humble means to be teachable. It means that I will always have much to learn and if I am humble I can learn from anyone, anywhere. It means when I’m attentive to what God is teaching me, I may be surprised by the ones who teach me. I have learned much from theologians and spiritual guides, but I’ve learned as much from thoughtful lay persons who have modeled the rhythms of God’s grace and from little children who have helped me understand the nature of God’s self.
Naaman is arrogant. And on this July 4th Weekend, we might reflect on the way in which the story of Naaman speaks to our arrogance. Arrogance is the opposite humility. Arrogance has nothing left to learn. Arrogance says, “I’m right and you are wrong.” Arrogance in our nation prevents us from engaging in civil discourse and from solving our country’s many problems.
This is a story of healing. In this story God and God’s grace come together to bring both physical and spiritual healing to Naaman. Scholars say that Naaman’s 7 dips in the Jordan foreshadow Jesus invitation into the waters of baptism in the Gospels.
I love the sacraments of Baptism and Holy Communion. We come to the table and break bread and drink from the cup together. We dip our toes or fingers into the waters of baptism. And in those moments of grace, the church gets it right. Because at the table and beside the water, there are no big people or little people, no slaves or free, no rich or poor, no male or female, no gay or straight, no Republican or Democrat, no significant or insignificant. At the communion table and at the baptismal font we come with one name and one identity and that name and that identity is “child of God.”
And in those moments of grace, when we finally get it right, we get a glimpse of the kingdom and a glimpse of the fulfillment of what we pray each Sunday, “Thy kingdom come; thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.”
Sermon transcript for June 30, 2013
The Big Road Trip
Belmont UMC—June 30, 2013
Ken Edwards, preaching
The Edwards family is known for our long road trips; we just returned from at trip to New Mexico, driving over 3000 miles. We have driven further on other trips. We once drove to Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia with two young children in the car. What were we thinking? On two consecutive years we drove out west. We took a northern route one year to Glacier National Park, Yellowstone and the Grand Tetons National Parks. We took the southern route the next year to Mesa Verde, Brice, and Grand Canyon National Parks. We once flew to California and then rented a car and drove all the way to Victoria, British Columbia. We flew to Idaho once, rented a car and drove to the Ice Fields of Canada.
We tried to play games with small children in the car to look for ways to occupy ourselves on those long trips. Driving across Kansas with 2 small children in the car we offered prizes for good behavior every 2 hours. Once we arrived at our campsite at Rocky Mountain National Park, the two boys ran around and around the campsite with pent up energy.
The first day of those trips were usually the longest. We would leave before daylight so the kids would sleep for a few hours. Then they would wake up and we would hear, “He’s touching me.” “He’s looking at me.” “How much longer will it be?” “Are we there yet?”
Those long days of driving in a minivan filled with too much stuff were tests of how much we loved each other. By the end of the day we would know what kind of Christians we were. We often failed the test.
I always laughed in those hotel rooms where they would provide a little door sign that you hang over the doorknob of you hotel room. One side read, “Please clean this room.” The other side read, “Please do not disturb.” I would laugh because the only people who were apt to disturb me were in the room with me.
Road trips, journeying, traveling: these are metaphors for our faith.
Abraham and Sarah and an entourage of family and servants and farm animals set out from Ur to find a new land God had promised.
Moses and the Hebrews, liberated from captivity, journeyed in the wilderness for a generation, looking for a new home.
Along the way they learned about God and about being together in community. They could be noble and courageous and faithful, and they could be irritable and impatient as five people stuck in a minivan for 10 hours. They experienced heroic faith and faithless despair. They complained a lot and kept asking God, “Are we there yet?” But God never abandoned them. God was faithful.
Their lives become an example of how we travel on this great road trip we call Christianity. We are wanderers, pilgrims, sojourners, and strangers (or immigrants), who are in the world but of the world, and we are on the move.
In Luke 9 Jesus begins his journey toward Jerusalem. It will not be an easy journey. Followers will leave him and betray him. Whole towns will reject him. And his words in this passage seem harsh and unrealistic, but his words underline the seriousness of what he is about and who we are called to be.
Toward the end of her book, Leaving Church, Barbara Brown Taylor writes about a similar passage in Luke—a passage in which Jesus tells his would-be followers that they must reject members of their own family to be his disciples. She concludes that this was Jesus way of telling people to go home—that they didn’t need to go to Jerusalem and die with him.
She writes, “He needed people to go back where they came from and live the kind of lives that he had risked his own life to show them: lives of resisting the powers of death, of standing up for the little and the least, of turning cheeks and washing feet, of praying for enemies and loving the unlovable. That would be plenty hard enough for most of them.” (p. 229) So, the journey we are on with Jesus is not an easy one and it is never to be taken lightly.
Our faith experience is about the journey itself. Many of our people get too focused on the destination, but our shared life is really about the journey—the destination will take care of itself.
God keeps trying to teach me this but the conversion is slow. I’m goal focused. On the hiking trail I’m trying to get to the waterfall and back to the trailhead. On a road trip, if someone says, “Could we turn around and go back so we can take a photo of that old barn?” The idea of turning around and going back is offensive to me. Turn around? Go back? We have make up time, get to our destination.
God is teaching us that it is about the journey, about paying attention along the way. It is like we pray each Sunday, “Help us to be present to God, as God is present to us.” Someone said, “The way we live our life is determined by how we live our days.” It is about how we live each day that God gives us--how fully attentive and present we are to what is doing in the world..
It is about the journey because on the journey we learn how to live in community. We learn about God, about how to be obedient to God’s call on our lives, about making a difference in the world, about widening our circle to include others. On this journey we grow deeper in our faith.
It is interesting that when the Israelites finally crossed the river and settled in the land and codified their rules for traveling into law, they included a rule for hospitality for other wanderers, strangers, immigrants, because they had once been strangers in other peoples’ lands.
People who journey together get hungry. We never go on a road trip without snacks. If people start to grumble we can feed them and buy a little more time. On our journey of faith God provides nourishment for the travel.
When the people of Israel journeyed they complained of empty stomachs and God provided manna from heaven.
When Elijah was hungry in Zarephath, God used a poor and starving widow to feed him and God provided a continual supply of nourishment to bless this woman’s act of sharing.
When John journeyed in the wilderness he was hungry enough to eat locusts and honey.
After Jesus journeyed into 40 days of fasting and temptation, the scripture says that angels came and ministered to him. I like to think they brought food with them.
When Jesus journeyed to the hilltop for a teaching session with thousands of people, he instructed the disciples to feed them because he had compassion on them and did not want them to go away hungry.
When Elijah ran for his life and lay down under a tree. He gave up and went to sleep and when he woke up, he saw cake and water. An angel said, “Get up and eat, otherwise, the journey will be too much for you.”
We journey and we grow hungry and weary and God feeds us with surprising moments of grace that fill us up. Sometimes the journey will seem like too much to handle, and God will feed us with the encouragement of fellow travelers. God feeds us in these rich moments of worship and prayer.
When our oldest son was between his 2nd and 3rd year of life, I was serving as the associate pastor at Forest Hills UMC in Brentwood. Lars was whisked away each Sunday to the nursery and then to children’s church. He was seldom present in worship with us.
I was invited to my home church to preach and assist in the baptism of my nephew. It was a communion Sunday and it was the first time our little one had been in worship when communion was served. He knelt at the altar beside his mother and I served him a piece of bread and a tiny cup of grape juice. I smiled at him and moved on to the next person. (As a parent you sometimes have this awareness when something is about to happen, but it comes about a half a second too late for you to respond. I had that moment of awareness—too late.)
Lars said in a loud voice, “Daddy, that was good. Can I have some more?” I tried to ignore him. He got louder! I looked to Kathryn for help and she picked him up and took him out. All the time he was saying, “I just wanted some more juice.”
I made a mistake 27 years ago. And if I could go back and relive that moment, I would say, “Sure Son, you can have some more.” And then I would have turned to the congregation and said, “Don’t all of you want more? This is the bread which has come down from heaven. This is the promise of God’s love for us. This is God’s food for the journey. Come all who hunger from travel and be filled.”