“Where God Is”

First Presbyterian Church

Katlyn Rice, Senior, Jamestown High School

June 15, 2008

Youth Sunday – A Festival of Gifts

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When I was younger, I thought God lived in the clouds.  I never once doubted that angels were “hiding” behind each puff of vapor …until I thought about airplanes.  Although I do not remember when or to where I was traveling, but while gazing out the airplane window, I remember wondering where God was.  I could see much of the vast, cloud-filled sky, but where was God?  I began to wonder if he wasn’t in the clouds, then where was he?  I wondered if he was maybe in some far off place in outer-space.  I had been told that space was so infinitesimally large it was incomprehensible to the human mind, so was that where God was?  That idea, too, was short-lived.  With time, and maturity, I began to realize that God was everywhere, in every space, and we just had to open our eyes and hearts to see it.  

I recently read the book Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom.  The book entails the true story of the lessons of the author’s past professor, Morrie Schwartz.  This professor, however, was no ordinary instructor.  In fact, the story takes place many years after Mitch Albom has graduated from college.  Mitch routinely travels to talk with his old professor every Tuesday, for Morrie is struggling with Lou Gehrig’s disease and has a very limited time left to live.  The professor is perceived as perhaps the most optimistic of individuals, despite his declining condition.  He spoke about a new issue each week and taught solely from experience.  Morrie spoke of how to love, build a family, and even how to die, but most importantly he taught Mitch how to live.  

I wanted to share a few of my favorite quotations from the story.  The first of which is Morrie’s words as he speaks to Mitch.  He begins “’In the beginning of life, when we are infants, we need others to survive, right?  And at the end of life, when you get like me, you need others to survive, right?’  His voice dropped to a whisper.  ‘But here’s the secret:  in between, we need others as well.’”  -Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie  

Another personally significant quotation is found in the Afterword of the novel.  Mitch writes: “Now, Morrie, by his own admission, had been an agnostic for many years.  But after his diagnosis of ALS, he began to explore.  To rethink  He delved into religious teachings.  On a Tuesday in August 1995, according to my notes, we spoke about this.  Morrie told me he once believed that death was cold and final.  ‘You go into the ground and that’s it.’  But now he felt differently.  What is your concept now, I asked?  ‘I have not settled on one yet…’ he said, honest as always.  ‘However this is too harmonious, grand, and overwhelming a universe to believe that it’s all an accident.’  What a thing for a onetime agnostic to say.  Too harmonious, grand and overwhelming a universe to believe that it’s all an accident?  This, remember, was when Morrie’s body was an empty husk, when he needed to be washed and groomed, when he needed his nose blown and his bottom wiped.  Harmonious? Grand?  If he could find the world’s majesty from such a decayed and difficult posture, how hard could it be for the rest of us?”

-Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie

 

That’s where God is.

 

As my senior year at Jamestown High School comes to a close, I, too, have experienced a Morrie Schwartz.  My Morrie was not a friend whom I have known for years, nor an elderly man nearing the end of his life after a battle with an intrusive disease.  Instead, he was my Advanced Placement Calculus teacher whom I have only known since September.  Now, granted, the relationship between Mitch and Morrie was a truly unique bond that directly dealt with life and death, but perhaps the concept is universal.  My teacher, Mr. Lumia, didn’t teach for the purpose of grades; he taught for understanding.  As the AP exam drew near, he did everything in his power to help us understand calculus, and I really do mean everything.  In addition to our 80 minute classes, he would come in 50 minutes early before school, stay up to an hour and a half after school, and let us come in any time during the day, just so we felt confident with the subject material.  He gave up his lunch set, activity period, and even declined covering classes for other teachers just so we could come in and learn calculus.  Just in case that wasn’t enough time to grasp the material, he held five review classes at the school from 7:00 until around 9:30 p.m.  Never did a student have to schedule a time to come in, like most teachers, but instead it was almost an expected daily occurrence.  In fact, he has been doing this for years.

 

That’s where God is.

 

Earlier this spring, a good friend to many and a 2006 Jamestown High School graduate unexpectedly passed away.  As many remember, Dave Love was a friend to all.  Although I did not know him personally, I am friends with his younger brother Casey, and I have heard many heart warming stories about the remembrances of Dave.  The service dedicated to the celebration for Dave’s life was held in this sanctuary, as many of you might remember, and the magnitude of the congregation on that day was astounding.  I was literally sitting shoulder to shoulder amongst the pews.  The number of people that came to honor the life and impact of a single individual was truly awe-inspiring.

 

That’s where God is.

 

The other week during the children’s music worship, as you might remember, Cindy helped the children exhibit God’s message through song.  Such little acts created an enormous appreciation, and some brought about tear.  The impact on an entire congregation that such young, talented individuals can create is truly remarkable.

 

That, too, is where God is.

 

If God is not “hiding” up in the clouds or expanding in outer space, but is in Morrie Schwartz, in my calculus teacher, in David Love, in and through the children’s song of our congregation, and in each and every one of us, God is not anywhere, but rather everywhere.  

I would like to conclude today with a song by Jeff Bates entitled “He Wasn’t Like Us.”  It’s personally very meaningful and gives me strength to live my days.  The song can be understood on many levels.  It can be about Jesus or it can be a song about any of us who dare to live our lives authentically no matter the costs.  

 

“He Wasn’t Like Us” (Jeff Bates):

We didn’t know for sure but everybody said

That old boy ain’t right in the head

He’s a little slow

We’d hide in the bushes not make a sound

When he’d walk by we’d push him down on that dirt road

We had a lot of laughs at his expense

 

Chorus:

He wasn’t like us

He wasn’t cool

He’d just smile even while we were being cruel

He stood out

He didn’t fit in

But we kept throwin’ the stones no we didn’t let up on him

He never said a mean word no he never even made a fuss

He wasn’t like us

 

Later on he made a name in our town

For hangin’ out and runnin’ around with the rough crowd

They were boozers and losers and low class broads

But he saw good in them nobody else saw and he brought it out

Then the rumors started flyin’ that he was some kinda holy man

But we set ‘em straight and told ‘em to his face he was a crazy man

 

Chorus

 

Well, I remember the day he got in trouble with the law

They cussed him and kicked him and mocked him and whipped him

Then they nailed him to the cross

 

He wasn’t like us, he didn’t fit in

And I fell down on my knees and wept for him

He never said a mean word no he never even made a fuss

He never did nothing wrong all he ever did was love

He wasn’t like us

He wasn’t like us

 

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