Mark 4:35 - 5:13.
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Separation Wall, Palestine |
Friday morning I opened my email inbox to find the usual two dozen, maybe three dozen, and among them, an unsettling note from a friend who lives half-way across the country. We go back a good ways, the two of us, and my friend follows the church website pretty closely. He’s a Jewish man, and devout, so he’s especially interested in what we’re doing here in Santa Cruz in relationship to the Israel-Palestine conflict. And this week, he was disturbed, he was rattled, he was angry, to find that we’re hosting a dozen Palestinian and Israeli peace activists in April, with maybe two or three hundred others, for a working conference on nonviolence and resistance. It was just a couple of lines, his email; and he was pretty clear about it.
So to be honest, we don’t agree on much. Not where Israel and Palestine are concerned. And I think that’s why he checks up on our website every now and then. Just to check in. But he’s a good man, a really good man, and a generous friend. So it hurt this week, it really stung this week, when he said my support for the April conference amounts to a betrayal of our friendship. And that’s the word he used, in the email, “betrayal.”
Now it’s not a word, frankly, that I use (or most of my friends use) in casual conversation or email correspondence. “Betrayal.” Maybe it’s meant, in this case, to shock and provoke. And maybe, maybe he’s justified in using it. So there I was, Friday morning, slack-jawed before a desktop monitor. Accused with betrayal. And not knowing, to be honest, whether I could even defend myself.
Because maybe I have betrayed him. Maybe our friendship has reached a point of no return. Maybe these things happen when you care about the world as he and I do. Maybe they happen in the course of hungering and thirsting for justice, doing the best we can, practicing peace in a strange and heartbreaking world. Maybe betrayal is a risk we run. I’m not saying I like this realization; but it crosses my mind. It somehow seems sadly possible. When you care as we do.
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So that’s a little bit about the storm surge in my world,
in my ministry this week. And it brings
me face to face, heart to heart, with the storm surge, the great gale, in
Mark’s story. Because I think Mark’s
story—the two-part tale we’ve read this morning—is about the conflicts we
engage when we take Jesus seriously. I
think it’s about the trouble we get into.
I think it’s about the rains that soak us and the waves that toss us
when we set off with Jesus to confront violence and heal people and be the
church. It turns out that discipleship
inevitably leads us to hop in a boat and push off for deeper waters. And it turns out that the deeper waters are
rough and disturbing; and there’s a great gale out there.
So a couple thoughts about that great gale.
First, it has something to do with tested and contested
relationships, and the conflicts that pursue us on the gospel path. When you set out with Jesus to love the poor,
you find yourself testing the boundaries, the edges of all kinds of other
relationships. Personal
relationships. Political
relationships. And when you set out with
Jesus to challenge militarism and violence, you find yourself questioning
deeply held traditions and American institutions. Do you pay war taxes? Do you stand for the Star Spangled
Banner? And when you set out with Jesus
to topple homophobia and racism, you find yourself reevaluating family dinners
and water-cooler banter and maybe even church loyalty for some of us. And the storm is on. You know this is true: the storm is on. When you take the gospel to heart, winds blow
hard, relationships get slammed, and waves beat into the boat.
And.
The great gale in Mark’s story has something to do with disorientation in our own hearts and spirits. In the give and take of discipleship, in the push and pull of peacemaking, you and I are easily and understandably rattled. Am I right to be on this path at all? Maybe I’m somehow off track? Maybe my ‘betrayed’ friend is totally justified? Christian discipleship is vulnerable discipleship, even disoriented discipleship. Jesus doesn’t invite us along to be bull-headed and certain. He doesn’t call us to impenetrable confidence or snarky bravado. (By the way, did you catch any of that debate last night? Ugh.)
And.
The great gale in Mark’s story has something to do with disorientation in our own hearts and spirits. In the give and take of discipleship, in the push and pull of peacemaking, you and I are easily and understandably rattled. Am I right to be on this path at all? Maybe I’m somehow off track? Maybe my ‘betrayed’ friend is totally justified? Christian discipleship is vulnerable discipleship, even disoriented discipleship. Jesus doesn’t invite us along to be bull-headed and certain. He doesn’t call us to impenetrable confidence or snarky bravado. (By the way, did you catch any of that debate last night? Ugh.)
In my case, the storm surge means questioning
everything. It means questioning my
assumptions and the strategies they lead me to pursue. It means questioning my values and any kind
of bias or naiveté embedded in my values.
And it means, in my spiritual life, questioning Jesus himself and what
he really means, what he’s really about, what he needs me to be about in the
world. All of that’s up for grabs. As the waves beat into the boat. As the great gale rises on the sea.
3.
All of which leads us back to the stern, where Jesus is…what? Reading his annotated Bible? No.
Making notes for his autobiography?
No. Praying over a coming
confrontation? No. In the midst of all that wind and rain, in
the chaos of human motivation and spiritual ambivalence, in the unsettling
tension of the moment—Jesus is asleep.
On a cushion. Seriously, the
waves are beating into the boat, the story says. The boat’s about to topple over for all the
wind, for all the rain, for all the wild unknowns of this particular
journey. And Jesus is asleep in the
stern. On a cushion.
I think the fun of biblical faith—and believe me, it
should be fun, it has to be fun—I think the fun of it is we get to play with an
image like this. We get to wonder aloud,
and explore our varied ideas and interpretations. Why in the world is Jesus asleep, in the
stern, on a cushion? I mean, it’s the
kind of detail that kind of begs for playfulness. Jesus asleep?
In a storm like this? On a
journey like this? Why?
For what it’s worth, here’s what I’ve got.
There’s really no doubt in my mind that discipleship gets
dicey. That’s my experience of it,
anyway. Discipleship gets dicey. Our little boats get tossed around. They take on water. The church itself is a strangely built vessel
for the kingdom of God. You know what I
mean? Discipleship gets dicey. And sometimes my own little ego takes quite a
beating. Sometimes I go to bed unclear
whether I believe anything at all.
Sometimes I go to bed thinking I might have betrayed my friends.
But here’s the thing.
Here’s what I get out of Jesus’ sleeping on a cushion in this
storm.
I can be vulnerable, disoriented, even frightened; AND at
the same time I can be confident, centered and cherished. Let me say all that again. I can be vulnerable, disoriented, even
frightened (because life does all that to me); AND I can be confident, centered
and cherished. At one and the same
time.
This seems to be a story about peace in the very heart of
the conflict. It seems to be a story
about confidence in the very eye of the storm.
It seems to be a story for you and me.
A story about Jesus’ love—constant and unwavering—beating like a steady
heart in an anxious body. We are
frightened sometimes, yes. We are
frightened quite often, yes. But always,
always, always, Jesus dwells in the deepest parts of our lives. Always, always, always, God offers stillness
and love and courage in the teeth of the storm.
It’s what God does. So I can be frightened
AND confident. And you can be disoriented
AND centered. Strange, but true.
So maybe you’re like me and you’re organizing something
kind of controversial, something like a campaign to shake up powers on Wall
Street and in the Middle East. And maybe
you’re sailing into the teeth of a storm and the rain is cold and your heart’s
not sure you can go any farther. The
good news this morning is this: God offers stillness and love and courage. God is the steady heart in your anxious
soul. You are not and never will be
alone. This doesn’t mean you’ll always
be right. You’ll make mistakes. You may even betray your friends. You won’t always be right, but you’ll always
be loved.
Or maybe love’s drawn you out into other waters. Maybe you find yourself caring for a partner
with Alzheimer’s or AIDS or even terminal cancer; and your life’s been flipped,
hard and fast, on its ear. Maybe your
future seems impossibly complicated and sadly rearranged. The winds are fierce and your little boat may
go down. Well, the good news this morning
is yours as well: God offers stillness and love and courage. God is the steady heart in your anxious
soul. This doesn’t mean the bad news
stops coming. And it doesn’t mean the
future makes perfect sense either. But
it does mean you’ll always be loved. You
can find that love. It’s yours.
Or maybe. Maybe
you’re fifteen and you’re getting bullied at school. Maybe you read different books and you wear
different clothes and you dream different dreams; and the bullies taunt you and
push you around and they make Mondays hurt like hell. The storms are real. The pain is real pain. And the good news this morning is yours too:
God offers you stillness and love and courage.
God is the steady heart in your anxious, perfect soul. This doesn’t mean the bullies top bullying or
the jerks stop jerking; but it does mean you can stand up tall. It does mean you can ask for help. It does mean you will always, always, always
be loved. That love is your
birthright. And you’ve got friends here
who will move heaven and earth to help you claim it.
Once those rattled, anxious disciples wake Jesus up, once they get his undivided attention, they ask him the question we all have to ask from time to time. The question at the stormy center of this morning’s
reading: "Do you not care, Jesus? Do
you not care?” And strange as it is, riddled with doubt as it is, it has to be asked, this question. When love breaks us open and pierces our hearts: it has to be asked. When faith takes us to dark places, even to the valley of the shadow of death: it has to be asked. "Do you not care, Jesus? Do you not care?"
And even in the howling wind, even in the surging seas, even against the cacaphony of shrill voices all around us--Jesus answers. "O yes, I care for you." "O yes, I believe in you." "O yes, I am here for you."
And even in the howling wind, even in the surging seas, even against the cacaphony of shrill voices all around us--Jesus answers. "O yes, I care for you." "O yes, I believe in you." "O yes, I am here for you."
And this, my friends, is the gospel for you and me. This is the gospel for disciples struggling
through storms and loving in tempests and serving in a broken world. "O yes, I care for you. O yes, I care for the project of peace. O yes, I care for the good work ahead." And this is the gospel, the good news that carries us through. Jesus is Love. God is Love.
And the universe is founded on the quiet, unshakable love of a quiet,
unshakable Lover. It always was. And always will be.
“O yes!” says
Jesus. I will be your peace. Not because I can release you from the hard
work and sacrifice ahead. Not because I
have some silly notion of a perfect faith that knows no worry, no discomfort,
no conflict. Not because life is meant
to be easy. I will be your
peace, because I am peace. And because I
love you. In this storm and every
storm. Amen.