“NINE”

Scripture Lesson:  1 John 4: 7-12

Dr. Matthew Brown

November 7, 2004

 

People, prompted by many voices and motivations, sign up for Church mission trips that they may heed the call to carry Christ’s love into a broken and hurting world.  This they usually accomplish, but with the added bonus of experiencing the joys of love and community in that family of faith formed through the Spirit of a loving God. 

 

In 1995 Donna and I traveled with a group from our church in Hickory to the town of Barnwell in the heat of a South Carolina summer to participate in the rebuilding of Rosemary Baptist Church, an African-American congregation whose sanctuary and facilities had become a bonfire of racial hate through the trigger of an arsonist’s bomb.

 

Lawyers, preachers, teachers, and engineers were we, given the assignment of installing a hardwood floor.  Through the week we went about our work connecting board to board and the Spirit of God went about his work of connecting believer to believer. 

 

Each morning we would begin our day gathering in a rudimentary concrete block building to feast upon the fare offered by Miss Iola Brooker.  Melt-in-your-mouth biscuits, homemade jams, mounds of eggs and grits, a cornicopia of pork products, cholesterol calculators nowhere in sight.  The food was much more than fine and filling, but the fellowship was simply overflowing. 

 

Laughter and loud talk so filled the room one morning that no one noticed the absence of a certain minister’s wife.  She had certainly entered and eaten but her loveliness and laughter had become absent from the morning chorus, not that the clamorous cafe crowd had any clue that she had gone missing.  So entertained were we with the storytelling, jesting, and jousting that we did not realize her predicament.

 

And her predicament was this:  Over time, doors can warp.  Over time, the worn down and rusting pieces of doorknobs and locks can cease to function.  And thus, a quick trip to the old cafe’s water restroom in the hope of avoiding a later trip to a less desirable Porta Jon, became an unfortunate experience of imprisonment, prolonged by the inability of a certain thick headed husband to notice her absence or hear, much less heed, her cry for help.  And she did cry out for help.

 

She called and no one came.  She yelled and no one came.  So caught up were we in our boisterous conversation that we did not recognize her plight until she returned some twenty minutes later with the news that finally, in spite of our deafness and denseness, some Good Samaritan selling watermelons across the street, heard her calls of distress and came into the restaurant and freed her from her captivity.

 

Now, she could have been angry, but she wasn’t.  She had credible cause to pummel me for my negligence, but she didn’t.  You see, it seems that any embarrassment or fear were overshadowed by the joy of recounting the story and laughing with her fellow family members in the household of faith who, through words and deeds repeatedly reminded her that she is a beloved child of God.  O yes, we dropped the ball that morning, but her experiences with that group, with that congregation over time, had been such that she would never call into question whether she was loved.

 

Have you ever had one of those experiences that, though embarrassing or harrowing at the time, becomes a story, a tale that is told again and again among friends?  These stories entertain, yes, but more than that they amplify our shared humanity and our dependence on the good graces and love of others.  We tell and retell these stories and we laugh and we also remind ourselves that we live by grace and we so often survive in spite of ourselves. 

 

Author and pastor Lawrence Wood suggests that these are Gospel stories told by gospel characters because of the glorious truth that God still speaks through us and the people in our lives.  Each week gathering in these seats are prodigal sons, faithful widows, good Samaritans, rich fools, struggling shepherds, doubting disciples - and the stories of our lives have the potential of being sacred stories.

 

Can you believe it?  Can you comprehend it?  God speaks through us and God speaks to us through the people who populate our lives.  Lawrence Wood relates the quote of a feisty ninety year old friend who said, “The last book of the Bible is still being written, and I’d like to add a verse or two.”

 

What will our verses be?  The challenge John lays before us this morning is to live so that the nouns and verbs of those verses would be love.  “Beloved, let us love one another.”  “Beloved,” what an important name to claim.  Do you know that you are loved?  As Donna experienced, the traumas of life, big and small, are moderated, mitigated, diluted when we understand that we are loved.  I don’t know about you but I can weather a great deal when I know, feel, and understand that I am loved, that someone cares for me.  Well, John wants to make it abundantly clear in this little epistle that we are loved.  Repeatedly, he addresses the people as those who are loved by God.  God’s love comes to us and is active in us before we are even aware of it. 

 

When we are traveling to my parents home in Missouri and are driving through western Illinois, we will look toward the horizon in search of the arch, that great landmark of the gateway to the west, and inevitably someone in the car will proclaim, “I saw it first!”  Well, John wants us to understand that God loved us first.  “Love is from God,” he says, “...not that we loved God but that God loved us...”  In fact our capacity for love is only possible because of the prior love of God.  It is the presence of God’s love that allows us to love.  And consequently, John says that the only proper response to that love is love.  “Beloved (there’s that word again), since God loved us so much, we also ought to love one another.” 

 

Do you understand what this is saying?  If we are God’s and God is love, what is it that would signify, mark our identity?  You know the song, “They will know we are Christians...” 

 

In the Old Testament, in the Synoptics, in the epistles it is told time and again that all the commands of scripture can be boiled down to four words: “Love God, love neighbor.”  That is the daily to do list of the Christian life.  And if we ever find ourselves doing something that doesn’t fit under that heading, then we’re doing something wrong.

 

This Dedication Sunday follows the conclusion of a long political season where the dominant theme has been anything but love.  O, there was a lot of talk about values, but the values I saw demonstrated time and again were hatred, bitterness, arrogance, judgment, and avarice.  The political ads were mean, offensive, atrocious, and before we put all the blame on the politicians we should confront the reality that we see so many of those ads for the same reason the we receive so much junk mail.  Because it’s been discovered that they work, they we respond to them.  Well, John has something to say about all that.  He says, “Whoever does not love does not know God, for God is love.”

 

Whether we’re on the national political stage or at the office or in the school or sitting in the family room or out and about on the streets of Charlotte, if we’re not acting in love, we’re not doing what we’re supposed to be doing.  And speaking of the streets of Charlotte, there are some folks whose presence was seldom mentioned in all the promise filled political stump  speeches.

 

As you leave this place today I want you to carry in your mind one number and I would ask that you remember that number and think of it from time to time.  Lori Watnee shared this number with us recently and I want to share it with you.  Do you know what the average age of a homeless person in Charlotte is?  I don’t know if it’s a coincidence but it is the same age as the average homeless person in Chicago.  Do you know that number?  It’s nine.

 

I can’t help but wonder what that nine year old child understands about love.  Does she know she is loved?  Who will let her know?

 

The dynamic pastor Tom Tewell relates the story of an author named Anthony who went to Africa to do research.  “He had asked God why He didn’t do something to help a starving boy that he saw often.  The answer God gave him was, ‘I did do something Anthony.  I made you.’

 

What’s the old corny song? “Love’s not love ‘til you give it away.”  Well, the saying is rather trite, but it is also true.”  God, in his wisdom, has deigned to make himself evident among us, through our acts of love, one for another.  Peter Gomes, the pastor of the Memorial Church at Harvard University writes, “By God’s love for us in Jesus Christ we are become in ourselves, in our own persons, in our daily work acts of God, evidence, living proof that the God who acted in the lives of the prophets, the martyrs, and the saints still acts in the likes and the lives of us.”

 

Think about it.  You are one of the mighty acts of God.  Well, on this day let us dedicate ourselves to being an act of love.  For God is love. 

I’m so tired of hearing all this talk about the polarization of society and about different sets of values.

 

Folks, that’s ridiculous.  We are all one people.  We are all sinners, and yet we are all loved.  And the One who loves us has placed upon us and in us and before us, one value - Love.  So make love your aim.  Amen.

 

Resources:

We Love to Tell the Story - Fifth Avenue Presbyterian Church

One Hundred Tons of Ice - Lawrence Wood

Biblical Wisdom for Daily Living - Peter Gomes