“How About Now?”

Scripture Lesson:  Mark 1: 14-20

Dr. Matthew S. Brown

January 22, 2006

 

In the climactic scene of the classic Nora Ephron movie, When Harry Met Sally, Harry, in jeans and a flight jacket, has just literally run across New York City to get to the New Year’s Eve Ball where he knows Sally is supposed to be.  With Guy Lombardo’s Auld Lang Syne playing in the background Harry approaches his friend who has been intentionally avoiding him since a falling out.

 

As midnight’s confetti fell and couples shared New Year’s kisses all around them, a winded and perspiring Harry confesses his love for a perturbed and suspicious Sally.  She’s come to feel that Harry sees her in the same way some folks see Sunday worship, a trifle to occupy those lonely moments when nothing better is going on.

 

Sally tries to dismiss Harry saying:

“I'm sorry, Harry, I know it's New Years Eve, I know you're feeling lonely, but you just can't show up here, tell me you love me and expect that to make everything alright. It doesn't work this way.”

To which Harry asks:  “Well, how does it work?”

Sally: “I don't know, but not this way.”

Harry: “Well, how about this way? I love that you get cold when it's seventy-one degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend a day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes, and I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Years Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of the life to start as soon as possible.”

 

When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of the life to start as soon as possible.  Maybe it wasn’t about the guy, maybe it wasn’t about the girl, but at various points in your life you’ve wanted the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.

 

As April becomes May, teachers and students desperately want the rest of their lives (i.e. the first day of Summer) to begin as soon as possible.  They can’t wait to trade turning the pages of a grade book for turning the pages of a good beach book; trade waiting in line for lunch for waiting in line for their turn on the diving board.

 

After enduring hours of catalogue flipping and furniture store hopping, you sit in one more chair and your lethargic, exhausted brain springs to life with the thought, “This is it!!”  This is THE chair that will envelop your body like a cozy cocoon after a gruelingly long day at work.  This is the chair that will spoil you as your captive eyes follow the story of that entrancing novel.  This is the chair in which you will relish those rare napping moments.  This is the chair that will be your security blanket during the anxious overtimes of March Madness and Super Bowl Sunday.  This is the chair that would never snicker at your threadbare, mismatched Saturday attire or ever complain about the flatulent, foul odored consequences of that unfortunate burrito.  The salesperson says it will take 90 days for delivery but you so yearn for your life with that chair to begin as soon as possible.

 

An acceptance letter from the college that was your first choice, an affirming call from the potential employer about the job you covet.  Tomorrow doesn’t seem soon enough.

 

It can be something as monumental as the choice of a life-partner, it can be something as minor as a pair of shoes, but once you have found it, you cannot wait to be with it.

 

And so it was that Peter, Andrew, James and John “immediately” set aside all that was familiar, predictable, and secure to join a journey with Jesus Christ.

 

It would be tempting to imagine they were desperate individuals, mired in self-pitiful daydreams of alternate lives, yearning for any opportunity to abandon the constraints of dead end jobs and unfulfilled hopes.  But, there is nothing in the text to indicate this.

 

Fishermen were not wealthy but they were certainly not poor.  They owned boats, had houses, and hired employees; solid hard working middle class citizens who had to know how to work with their hands and their minds.

 

In reality these were the people who would find it hardest to leave.  As a small business owner once told me, “If I don’t show up there is a whole group of people who don’t get paid, including me.”

The poor yearn for opportunity, the wealthy have the luxury of time to pursue new adventures, but it would be next to impossible to get these fisher-folk to take any trip.  For them, there was no such thing as a paid vacation.  Their lives revolved around the rhythms and temperment of the sea.  When the fish weren’t biting, when the sea was too angry, they had to use the time to mend the nets, repair the boats. 

If it is true that you can tell a lot about someone just by the way he shakes your hand, the fisherman’s calloused palms and powerful forearms speak unmistakeably of a way of life passed on from generation to generation.  The work was hard and long.  When they ate, they ate heartily, and when they slept, they slept deeply.  O, certainly they daydreamed, but leave? No, out of the question.

 

And yet, something happened that day, or rather, Jesus happened upon them that day, and with the simple invitation, “Follow me,” they were gone.

 

Our scripture today begins by telling us that Jesus has come to Galilee preaching a message of repentance - and what we see in the movements of James, John, Andrew, and Peter here is the act of repentance.

Now, I know that word carries a lot of baggage in our culture, lugging with it images of pompadoured preachers, shaking Bibles, and threatening words about the fires of Hell.  But that’s really not what repentance is about.

 

Literally, metanoia (the Greek word for repentance), refers to a change of direction, mind, orientation.  Today a good synonym for repentance would be the term “paradigm shift.”

 

A change of mindset, a change of orientation, a change of direction meaning also a change in that which directs you.

 

First and foremost, those four Galileans were men of the sea.  Subsequent to the appearance of Jesus, however, first and foremost they were disciples of Jesus.  Jesus would henceforth become the primary influence for how they approached their vocations, their relationships, their responsibilities, their hopes, their fears, their dreams. 

 

That doesn’t necessarily mean they would cease to be fisherman.  The call of Jesus doesn’t mean that everyone is called to leave the boat.  In fact, most are not called to leave the boat, but there is a new guiding focus, a new definition, a new dream that influences and informs everything else.

 

All of a sudden that which seemed inconsequential, peripheral, nice but not all that important becomes central, pivotal, essential.  It is a love so powerful that it will not be ignored.  For it is true, when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of the life to start as soon as possible.  Such is the power of the love and call of Jesus Christ.  What is that love calling you to do?

 

I have this friend.  She did not grow up in a home where the life of the church played a central role.  She does not remember Norman Rockwell ever inquiring about using her family as a subject for one of his paintings.  Her childhood was spent in a Georgia college town where the largest “sanctuary” was a football stadium where “worship” services took place on Saturday afternoons in the Fall “between the hedges,” the worshipers offering up a strange litany that included the sounds of Bulldogs barking.  She went to college and majored in German.  Who majors in German?  She married a brilliant and kind computer wiz and they went about forming a family in a foreign land known as North Carolina. 

 

They decided they ought to look for a church, because, well, young parents find their way to churches, if for no other reason than to get their children baptized, hoping the water would somehow function as a vaccination against the dark side of adolescence.  Timidly entering that first worship service, highlighted not by stained glass but the glass of a basketball backboard in an elementary school gym, they had no idea what was in store for them.

 

Three boys, volunteer work, making a house into a home, she had a full, busy life, that suburban life that offers many excuses to say no when someone calls.  However, she didn’t count on that call coming from Jesus, and you know, when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of the life to start as soon as possible. 

 

Wife, mother, friend, she would soon also be called church elder and now is known in NW Charlotte as pastor.  It wasn’t a convenient time in her life.  Maybe she could have waited for the boys to graduate, for her husband to take early retirement, for a time when life slows down - you know, that phantom time that never arrives. 

 

You never know what will happen when you enter the doors of South Meck.  You may not be called to leave the boat like our dear friend The Rev. Carol Hassell, but if you stick around, you will be called to something, for such is the power of the love of Jesus Christ.  

 

At a lakeshore called South Mecklenburg, Christ continues to drop by calling people to a life they just can’t wait to begin.  Amen.  

     

 

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