January
27, 2013
Series Title: Me, Us, Them
Anchor: tetrahedron
Frame: Us!
Thread: Phoenix Affirmations
Experience: An invitation to be a part
of a sacred and safe community
When I wrote at the beginning of this series I said: “The transformation of SCUCC into an Urban Abbey is going to
take us from a place where like-minded people gather on Sunday morning to
experience lively worship into a community of people committed to each other
and committed to becoming fully human. Full humanity is what we become when we
nurture our best selves, and open ourselves to the Divine presence. It means
living our lives in search of a balance, and it means doing this every day of
our lives. It is Sunday plus plus plus.” The crux of the Urban Abbey is that it is an
intentional community. In ancient days (and even today) when someone wished to
join the community at an abbey vows were said, clothes were changed, and one’s
life was given over to the schedule and rule of the cloister. Our abbey will
still invite people to be a part of an intentional community though without the
habit, tonsure, or intensive vows! Nonetheless, I believe that the beating
heart of the Urban Abbey will be the intention to share our lives in an
attitude of deep hospitality as we seek to find creative and vibrant ways to
follow Christ in today’s world. The “Us” of the urban Abbey is this
community.
1 Corinthians
13:4-13 (The Message [alt.])
Love never gives up. Love cares more for others than for self. Love doesn’t want what it doesn’t have. Love doesn’t strut, Doesn’t have a swelled head, Doesn’t force itself on others, Isn’t always “me first,” Doesn’t fly off the handle, Doesn’t keep score of the sins of others, Doesn’t revel when others grovel, Takes pleasure in the flowering of truth, Puts up with anything, Trusts God always, Always looks for the best, Never looks back, But keeps going to the end. Love never dies. Inspired speech will be over some day; praying in tongues will end; understanding will reach its limit. We know only a portion of the truth, and what we say about God is always incomplete. But when the Complete arrives, our incompletes will be canceled. When I was an infant at my mother’s breast, I gurgled and cooed like any infant. When I grew up, I left those infant ways for good. We don’t yet see things clearly. We’re squinting in a fog, peering through a mist. But it won’t be long before the weather clears and the sun shines bright! We’ll see it all then, see it all as clearly as God sees us, knowing God directly just as we are known completely! But for right now, until that completeness, we have three things to do to lead us toward that consummation: Trust steadily in God, hope unswervingly, love extravagantly. And the best of the three is love.
Love never gives up. Love cares more for others than for self. Love doesn’t want what it doesn’t have. Love doesn’t strut, Doesn’t have a swelled head, Doesn’t force itself on others, Isn’t always “me first,” Doesn’t fly off the handle, Doesn’t keep score of the sins of others, Doesn’t revel when others grovel, Takes pleasure in the flowering of truth, Puts up with anything, Trusts God always, Always looks for the best, Never looks back, But keeps going to the end. Love never dies. Inspired speech will be over some day; praying in tongues will end; understanding will reach its limit. We know only a portion of the truth, and what we say about God is always incomplete. But when the Complete arrives, our incompletes will be canceled. When I was an infant at my mother’s breast, I gurgled and cooed like any infant. When I grew up, I left those infant ways for good. We don’t yet see things clearly. We’re squinting in a fog, peering through a mist. But it won’t be long before the weather clears and the sun shines bright! We’ll see it all then, see it all as clearly as God sees us, knowing God directly just as we are known completely! But for right now, until that completeness, we have three things to do to lead us toward that consummation: Trust steadily in God, hope unswervingly, love extravagantly. And the best of the three is love.
We most often hear these verses read
at wedding as if Paul were describing the characteristics of a married
relationship. But Paul was not writing to a couple getting married. He was
writing to a church, a gathering of followers of The Way of Jesus. The best we
can do is read between the lines, but it seems Paul felt compelled to write to
these people (more than once!) to remind them of what they were striving to be.
They came together not to compete with all other associations in society. They
didn’t have to be the wealthiest, the biggest, the meanest, or the most
successful club in town. They came together to love and be loved. Sometimes we
forget that we are called to be different than the rest of the world, and that
this difference is love, eternal, unbounded, unimaginable love. Will I like the
feel of the Message for this passage I also like the NRSV for verse 7, which
reflects the original emphasis of the Greek more clearly: “Love bears all
things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.” “All things” declares the universal scope
of this love we are talking about. Paul is reminding the believers at Corinth
that they are a very special kind of community, one built on and sustained by a
Love that transforms them and changes the world.
And so I hear Paul inviting us at
SCUCC back into loving community. Sometimes being part of a church is an almost
lackadaisical affair. When asked membership vows the answer seems to be more
often “Sure, why not?” than an intentional “I will, with the help of God!” As
we move toward evolving into the Urban Abbey, I believe we must ask the
question clearly: “We want you to be a part of this particular kind of
community. Will you join us in this endeavor?” And not just for newcomers.
Maybe more especially for those of us who have been here for years. And that
invitation is fulcrum.
The experience of invitation is the
experience of feeling welcomed, truly welcomed and wanted. It is the feeling of
being proposed to. It is the feeling of being accepted for every fiber of who
you are (and not in spite of who you are!).
Laurel S. shared
with a story that captures the essence of this feeling:
Pastor
Renee once shared this story of her childhood:
When she was very young, she
took cello lessons at school (in the days when music was not only offered but
the school would loan you an instrument). The instrument was nearly as tall as
she, but Renee gladly hauled it home and back, practicing what she had learned.
Her brothers made faces when she would screech out her notes, and she was never
sure that the sound she made was the right one.
One day in music class, the
teacher asked Renee to play her little piece. Renee was afraid, but she did her
best; it didn’t sound great. When she finished, her classmates didn’t seem
impressed, but the teacher said, “now, I’d like you to play it again.” Rene was
really scared then – had she messed it up? But once again she put bow to
strings and began the little melody. Only this time, the teacher accompanied
her on piano, adding chords and runs and rhythm. Finally, it was music!
Sometimes we forget that we’re
not out there singing a solo. When all we can hear is our own small, unsteady
voice, it can sound pitiful! But always, underneath it all, is a whole chorus
of other voices singing backup. In reality, of course, we’re all just singing
backup, but we've got earplugs that keep the other voices muted. If we listen,
we can hear them, and we’ll know that we don’t have to carry the whole
production alone.
In this story, Renee’s music was
not derided or criticized. The teacher took her music, and added her own talent
to it until together it was transformed!
That is the Ministry of Hospitality to a T! The teacher welcomed and
honored Renee’s gift as it was. That is the element of community that we are
hoping to engender as an Urban Abbey. Paul called it Love.
(I need some help weaving both
our tetrahedron and the Phoenix Affirmations into this week’s fabric. Maybe we
can build one of those larger pyramids using all of our little ones as a visual
metaphor of Us!)
So our challenge this “Us”
Sunday is to extend to every person that welcoming, accepting invitation that
receives and honors their personhood. That’s all. It’s like a great big, group
hug. Can we invite everyone to metaphorically enter the Urban Abbey where
hopefully we learn that Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things,
endures all things.
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