It Matters
A sermon delivered by Rev. Peter T. Atkinson
March 17, 2019
at Bethany Presbyterian Church, Zuni,
Virginia
Luke 15: 1-7
Isaiah 41: 8-13
Let
us pray,
Help
us to see despite our eyes
Help
us to think outside our minds
Help
us to be more than our lives
For
your eyes show us the way
Your
mind knows the truth
Your
being is the life.
Amen.
Where
we’ve been, doubt – sin
The
lie and the exchange
The
fog, the disease, the pestilence
We
come to doubt who we are and what our place is
Let
alone everyone else
I
don’t fit
Nothing
I do is right
I
see my joy ahead
But
I am blocked
I
begin but I quit
I’m
stopped by so many who are in my way
O
Brother Where art thou – Obstacles
In
that fog, we hear a voice
Much
like that which called to Noah, or to Abraham, to Jacob, to Moses, to David, to
Isaiah, to Jeremiah, Ezekiel
It
has come with a never abandoning marking
It
has come in a nameless faceless, promise
In
a burning bush
In
angelic messengers
In
the ability to slay Giants
In
walls coming down
In
Mannah from heaven
In
a way through the desert and the sea
In
the fiery furnace and the lions den
Even
an the small stillness of sheer silence
And
countless other ways to people all over the world
The
call from God
To
which the reply is simple – hineni
Here
I am
I
response that stops hiding, stops blaming, and begins to seek God.
This
is the transition, this is the beginning
This
is conversion
It
begins with a need before unknown, untapped, unfounded
And
now sought
It
begins with humility
And
confession
Owning
up, and admitting,
Simply
admitting the need of something more than ourselves
To
a God, whom we call out in belief
In
faith, in knowing. . . we leave behind our doubts,
Maybe
in desperation because all else has failed
Maybe
in dire need because our attempts to do it alone on our own have gone awry
Maybe
in faithful confidence
But
we leave them behind, reach out, and turn to God.
And
we know we can do this because God always shows up
He
has since the beginning,
And
nothing ever have we needed so badly,
Though
we have until now been fleeing
We
stop our fleeing and turn finally to God – Hineni – Here I am
WE
know we can turn now, that he is there because the Bible tells us so
Shows
us over and again, time and time again. . .
Look
to the Old Testament lesson for you will hear him calling out to Israel:
Isaiah
41: 8-13
“But you, Israel,
my servant,
Jacob, whom I have chosen,
you descendants of Abraham my friend,
9 I took you from the ends of the earth,
from its farthest corners I called you.
I said, ‘You are my servant’;
I have chosen you and have not rejected you.
10 So do not fear, for I am with you;
do not be dismayed, for I am your God.
I will strengthen you and help you;
I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.
Jacob, whom I have chosen,
you descendants of Abraham my friend,
9 I took you from the ends of the earth,
from its farthest corners I called you.
I said, ‘You are my servant’;
I have chosen you and have not rejected you.
10 So do not fear, for I am with you;
do not be dismayed, for I am your God.
I will strengthen you and help you;
I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.
11 “All who
rage against you
will surely be ashamed and disgraced;
those who oppose you
will be as nothing and perish.
12 Though you search for your enemies,
you will not find them.
Those who wage war against you
will be as nothing at all.
13 For I am the Lord your God
who takes hold of your right hand
and says to you, Do not fear;
I will help you.
will surely be ashamed and disgraced;
those who oppose you
will be as nothing and perish.
12 Though you search for your enemies,
you will not find them.
Those who wage war against you
will be as nothing at all.
13 For I am the Lord your God
who takes hold of your right hand
and says to you, Do not fear;
I will help you.
Why
does God do this, because you matter to him. . . who you are and what you do
matters, like you wouldn’t believe you matter, you matter
Look
at how much you matter--- the world will tell you it is not true, that you
don’t
The
voice in that cloud of sin is strong saying no you don’t matter, no one cares
anyway, why bother
But
you do matter, even in your doubts, your suffereing, your wondering why, your
wandering far, your pain, your failed attempts, no matter how many times you
have lost. . . the world calls you a loser, tell you, you don’t matter, but God
says you do. . .
Here
again New Testament: the first of three stories proclaiming the importance of
each individual version of God’s creation:
Luke 15: 1-7
Now the tax collectors and sinners were all gathering
around to hear Jesus. 2 But the Pharisees and the teachers of the law muttered,
“This man welcomes sinners and eats with them.”
3 Then Jesus told them this parable: 4 “Suppose one of you has a hundred sheep and loses one of
them. Doesn’t he leave the ninety-nine in the open country and go after the
lost sheep until he finds it? 5 And when he finds it, he joyfully puts it on his shoulders 6 and goes home. Then he calls his friends and neighbors
together and says, ‘Rejoice with me; I have found my lost sheep.’ 7 I tell you that in the same way there will be more
rejoicing in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous
persons who do not need to repent.
Rejoicing
over one lost lamb – he the good shepherd calls, and lthis time you recognize
his voice, for he has called you as his own and you answer hineni
Here
I am, I matter, I individually, me
There’s only one difference ‘tween “all” and “each,”
And it’s the only one difference that matters,
For “All” is a number ever out of reach
And therefore all hope it shatters.
Never, no, never could you ever help all
So you might as well now stop your tryin’;
The world around us is just fated to fall,
Why waste your time carin’ for the cryin’?
It don’t matter no how; it never did y’all;
They keep sellin’ but we just ain’ buyin’.
No, life’s just a clock, and all its tick ‘n’ its tockin’
‘s just the music that plays while we’re dyin’.
Do you believe that, really deep and inside?
Have you never touched anyone’s soul?
Can you honestly say that you’ve never felt pride
In making another broken soul whole?
If you’ve ever loved with your arms open wide
Beyond selfish desires of control,
Then you’d too see the shame, of the endless names
Absent when “All” calls the
roll.
And so every time that we talk of love
Let's not lose the "each" in the "all"
For silence is broken when only one dove
Forgets that his voice is too small.
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