“A Separate, All-Encompassing, Peace”

John 14:23-29

First Presbyterian Church of Jamestown , New York

The Reverend Thomas A. Sweet

May 13, 2007

Easter 6

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There is a story told among Hasidic Jews about a wise old rabbi whose insights were so clear, whose teachings so profound, whose wisdom so immense, that not only his own congregation but the rabbis in congregations in villages far beyond his own looked to him for leadership and counsel.  But, one day the wise old rabbi died.  The young rabbis prayed that they might receive an infusion of his spirit and, sure enough, one night the old master appeared to one of them during sleep.  The young rabbi said, “Master, it is good that you have returned.  Our people look to us for answers to the great questions of life and we do not know all the answers.  Tell us, Master: on the other side, of what account are the sins of youth?”  The old man replied, “The sins of youth?  Why, on the other side the sins of youth are of no account whatsoever.”  And the young rabbi said, “The sins of youth are of no account whatsoever?  Then what is life all about?  What is punishable on the other side?”  And the old man answered, “The sin that is punishable on the other side with continual and unending severity is the sin of false piety.”(1)  

False piety is religion for religion’s sake.  It is ritual devoid of heart or soul.  It is moral judgment without the acknowledgement of ambiguity or nuance.  It is self-righteousness disguised as humility.  It is inauthenticity.  One of the best examples in scripture of false piety is this exchange portrayed in the 58th chapter of Isaiah between God and some of God’s people who are wondering why God is not honoring their religiosity.  

The people make their query of God:  “Why do we fast, but you do not see and applaud?  Why do you not notice how we humble ourselves?”  

To which God responds:  “You only serve your own interests by your fasting, and even as you fast you continue to oppress your workers.  Even as you bow down your head like a bulrush, and lie in sackcloth and ashes, still you quarrel and fight and raise your fists in threats against others.  Do you really call that a fast?  Is that the piety you think I desire?”  

“This is the piety that pleases me: to loose the bonds of injustice, to undo the thongs of the yoke, to let the oppressed go free.  It is to share your bread with the hungry and to bring the homeless poor into your house, and when you see the naked, to cover them.”  

“Then your light shall break forth like the dawn, and your healing shall spring up quickly…Then you will call, and the Lord will answer; you will cry for help, and the Spirit will say, ‘Here I am.’”  

I offer all of that as a kind of midrash on what is to me the most breathtaking sentence in scripture, the promise above all promises, the sine qua non of the gospel life.  Jesus was in the hours before his death consoling his anxious disciples and wanting to give them a parting gift that would bear them along in the weeks and years to come.  Listen to the loveliness of his gifting:  

                                    Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you.  I do not give as the world

                                    gives.  Do not let your hearts be troubled, and do not let them be afraid.  

The peace that Christ gives is not the peace the world gives.  The peace that Christ gives is a separate, all-encompassing, peace.  The peace the world gives is the peace of escape.  Escape from conflict, escape from danger, escape from responsibility.  The problem with the peace the world gives is that it is fleeting.  There always is more conflict to come, more danger to encounter, more responsibilities to weigh us down, more troubling situations to endure.  The kind of peace the world gives is the faux peace of avoidance that comes from the refusal to face the things that need to be faced.  Peace as the world gives it is a coward’s peace, really.  

Mother’s Day is a good way to remember and to honor our mothers, especially if their mothering has been the best they could offer us.  But it is a hard day for mothers for whom a child has died.  How does one ever make peace with that?  How can the world give peace to a parent’s hurting heart?  How can even the peace of Christ provide any solace?  Folk singer Christopher Grundy has written a song about his daughter who had drowned seven years earlier and one day, in one of those inexplicable mystical experiences, she returned for a few moments to speak to her father.  And so he sings of this experience and of what she told him:  

                                    Stars growing dim by the lakeside

                                    huddled up close to the fire

                                    the fish were not biting as much as the cold was

                                       and all of us bitter and tired,

 

                                    then out from the mist and the shadows

                                    so pale with the moon on her skin

                                    up from the water, my own lovely daughter

                                    she looked us all over and grinned

 

                                    she said, “You’re scaring the fish

                                    with those long sullen faces

                                    lighten up or you won’t stand a chance

                                    I’ve been to the ball and I’ve seen my sweet Jesus

                                    and all that he wants you to do, is dance.” 

 

                                    She said, “Dance with the lonely, dance with the lost,

                                    dance with the ones whom to dance with will cost you

                                    and when you’re worn out

                                    from the weight of that cross, just dance,

                                    gently and slowly, dance.”

 

                                    The boys they were reaching for whiskey

                                    The tears they were burning my eyes

                                    seven hard years since we’d stood on that shoreline

                                    cursing the waves and the skies

 

                                    She said, “Dad, are you sure you still love me?”

                                    I said, “Darling, you know that I do.

                                    Not a day ever goes by that I don’t see your eyes

                                    there in that water’s deep blue.”

 

                                    She said, “Then dance with the hungry,

                                    the naked and blind

                                    with the ones who are chained in their body or mind

                                    go and dance even when you know they are bound to fall

                                    and when you know they have no legs at all.”

 

                                    Then she picked up my sandwich and tore it in half

                                    started passing it ‘round and I laughed and laughed

                                    ‘cause my eyes they were opened

                                    and my feet they were light

                                    and I could have danced all night

 

                                    She said, “Dance with the lonely, dance with the lost

                                    dance with the ones whom do dance with will cost you

                                    and when you are worn out

                                    from the weight of that cross, just dance

                                    gently and slowly, dance,

                                    in someone’s arms, maybe, dance,

                                    dance if you love me, dance.” (2)

 

Do you see?  Do you see what Christopher Grundy’s daughter was teaching us?  The peace that Christ gives is not a feeling.  It is a conscious participation in the larger sweep of life that we call alternately the kingdom of God or the dream of God or, as Steve Tigner named it in his recent adult education forums, God’s domain.  The peace that Christ gives wells up within us by the presence and power of God’s Spirit, but it is no private gift.  The peace that Christ gives moves us to live beyond ourselves and to “to dance with the lonely, dance with the lost, dance with those whom to dance with will cost you.”  The peace that Christ gives is expansive.  It leads us to live lives ever larger and more adventurous, not smaller and safer.  The peace that Christ gives is the blessing of fullness that comes to us as we more wholly awaken to the reality that everything is one and that all of the incongruities, inconsistencies, and insanities of life somehow and surely get resolved inside the heart of God.  

Therefore, we are free to engage the world in the hard places; we are free to swim against the social, political, and economic tides that tear at the fabric of community; we are free to live into the truth of our lives even when others do not understand us.  “Do not fear; be not afraid, let not your hearts be troubled,” Jesus said.  

There are only two things in life: love and fear, fear and love.  The most important work of our lives finally is this, is it not?  To let loose of fear, to let it drop away, and to fall ever more fully into love because it is in the practice and embrace of love that our true and full humanity is formed.  

Peace as the world gives it pulls us away from the world.  Peace as the world gives it encourages us to escape the turmoil, to find idyllic places in which to get away from it all, to seek refuge from the conflicts and stresses of life, to beat a retreat from those who cause us discomfort or of whom we are afraid.  But the peace that Christ gives sends us into the world for the sake of the world, into the teeth of tumult, into the dis-ease and disorder of life, there to live confidently as heralds and harbingers of hope and love, knowing that our lives do not hang in the balance but already are accounted for by God.  

In the sixteenth century, that delightful spiritual mystic, St. Teresa of Avila , said of the peace of Christ:  

                                    Let nothing disturb you,

                                    nothing finally frighten you,

                                    all things are temporary,

                                    except God who remains.

 There is only one failure in life, only one, and that is the failure to wake before we die.  The sins of our youth, the sins of all our years with which religion is too much encumbered, finally are of no eternal account.  Only false piety is punished because it means we never became real and never lived into our intended humanity.  The peace that Christ gives strips away the fear that comes with facing ourselves and covers us with the courage of love that heals us, makes us new, and enables us to bring goodness to the world.  

The peace of Christ be with us all.  

Amen.  

(1)   Ronald Sider and Darrell Brubaker, editors, Preaching on Peace.  Philadelphia : Fortress Press, 1982, p. 54.

(2)   Christopher Grundy from his album Here in Providence.

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