The Darkness and the Light
A
sermon delivered by Rev. Peter T. Atkinson
September
11, 2016
at
Gordonsville Presbyterian Church, Gordonsville, Virginia
Genesis 1: 1-5
John 1: 1-5
Here is the audio file of this sermonhttps://soundcloud.com/peter-atkinson-17/the-darkness-and-light
Let us pray,
Help us to see despite
our eyes
Help us to think outside
of our minds
Help us to be more than
our lives
For your eyes show the
way
Your
mind knows the truth
Your
being is the life.
Amen.
In the beginning was the
Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. 2 He was in the beginning with God. 3 All things came into being through him, and
without him not one thing came into being. What has come into being 4 in him was life, and the life was the light of
all people. 5 The light shines in
the darkness, and the darkness did not overcome it.
Today’s scripture passages are familiar, and
they are the beginnings. The very beginning of the Bible in Genesis, the
beginning of creation, the creation of the world, and then the beginning of
John’s gospel, which actually takes a step backward, to the moment, if you
could call it a moment, before time began, when it was just the Word, the Word
and God, the very Word that becomes flesh in the person of Jesus Christ,
showing forever the depth and extent of God’s love for His creation, and the
complete power and sovereignty of that love over, through and within that
creation. In both you have darkness, and then light, God’s light, the light of
the world, shining through that darkness. Today I want to share with you,
continuing our look into some of the great Christian pieces of literature, I
want to share with you, as the literary counterpoint of today, a poem that is
very special and personal to me. It is one where seminal events of my life, the
formative events in my life are forever connected and shaped to a specific and special
memory of this poem. It has taken on new life for me beyond the words, but also
including the words because the event I’m going to share with you doesn’t just
surround the words of this poem, but is shaped and becomes a living testimony
to their truth and brilliance, the very idea that the poem is trying to
communicate, is what I felt, and needed. The poem is William Cowper’s “Light
Shining Out of Darkness.” Cowper, spelled Cow-per, but pronounced Cooper was
born in the 1730’s in England and had a troubled life, filled with depression
and anxiety. He actually attempted suicide three times in his life. But he
found solace eventually in poetry and in his conversion to a deepened sense of
Christianity. His salvation entered into a life that was in great need, and
stood as sufficient. Cowper was actually a contemporary and friend of John
Newton, writer of Amazing Grace, who also had a late in light conversion to
Christianity, and together they inspired each other to write many poems and
hymns. This poem, Light Shining Out of Darkness” is one of the most
anthologized of Cowper’s poems. Here is is:
God
moves in a mysterious way,
His
wonders to perform;
He
plants his footsteps in the sea,
And
rides upon the storm.
Deep
in unfathomable mines
Of
never-failing skill,
He
treasures up his bright designs,
And
works his sov'reign will.
Ye
fearful saints, fresh courage take,
The
clouds ye so much dread
Are
big with mercy, and shall break
In
blessings on your head.
Judge
not the Lord by feeble sense,
But
trust him for his grace;
Behind
a frowning providence
He
hides a smiling face.
His
purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding
ev'ry hour;
The
bud may have a bitter taste,
But
sweet will be the flow'r.
Blind
unbelief is sure to err,
And
scan his work in vain;
God
is his own interpreter,
And
he will make it plain.
He captures the unexplainable,
unplannable, power that God has to penetrate the darkest moments in our lives
and bring a shred of light, a shred that is glowing bright, like a beacon
bringing us through the pain, a light to follow, we can find the hope, the
silver lining, the faith that though the darkness comes, the light will follow,
thought the pain is here, the strength will follow, though doubt and fear and
worry cloud our minds, making it hard to see the light, it is truly there, always.
It is truly always moving in a mysterious way, but it is always present, and
ever in motion, to fast it would seem for us to try and control ourselves. That
there is a paradox, between the apparent now, and the invisible future. . . one
being hopeless, and difficulty, and the other being full of hope and peace, if
faith can lead us forward.
I mentioned earlier that this poem is
special to me. Back in 2006 I was in what would be my last year teaching at
Christchurch School. I had begun my search for what was going to be next. It
had become frightfully clear that it was now time to move on, but to what, and
to where. To put someother pieces of the puzzle into focus, let me give you
some other biographical checkpoints. It is probably February. . . that
Christmas, I headed to church with my parents, who had just moved to Gloucester
from where I grew up in Southern Maryland, there new house was about 20 minutes
from where I was living and working there at Christchurch. . . It was Christmas
Eve, and through the darkened sanctuary, in in the light shining at the organ, I
see playing at the organ, this vision. . . is she looking at me? I have to stop
staring at her. . . that kind of thing. . . I would over the next few months. .
. have near misses with meeting her, including seeing her in the fellowship
hall with kids all over her, I was sure they were hers, and so I gave up hope.
. . but here we are, and in February, we started a poetry unit with my one
senior class. . . I got to teach 4 sections of Juniors, and was given one
section of seniors. One of these Seniors, Jake Copeland, I had taught as a
Freshman, and also the previous year as a Junior. . . It was one of those great
anomalies of scheduling and timing, where I moved up from my teaching of all
Freshman classes, to have gotten enough experience to be trusted with upper
classmen. So my plan was I was going to assign each of my Seniors a poem that
they would write a response to, and to lead the class in discussion. Jake was
given this poem, “Light Shining Out of Darkness.” This is February. . . ON
March 20th, Jake was missing from my class, he would never enter it again. He
had taken the day off. His parents were in Mexico. And he drove his four-wheeler
into a tree, killing him instantly. His memorial
service would follow a few days later. I was asked to speak. . . what would I
say. . . I was racking my brain. . . I had only done this kind of thing once
before, three years ago, when we lost another student who I was really close
to. . . and as I was going through my things in my classroom, I found it. Jake’s
paper. . . “Light Shining Out of Darkness” an essay on Cowper’s poem, by Jake
Copeland. I read it. . . wow. . . how impressive. . . how perfect. . . how
beautiful were Jake’s words, his sentiments about greater meanings, and silver
linings, and higher plans, and God’s special providence, that loving hand of
creation and sovereignty, lovingly in control even in our darkest hours. Well,
we are in some dark hours Jake, we miss you. . . can I read his words at his
funeral? Because how amazing would it be to hear his words. . . words of hope,
words of faith, words of such Theological beauty and timeliness. . . how
perfect would it be. . . Oh my God. . . how am I ever going to do this. . .
somehow I did. . . and I will never forget it. Nothing has shaped my life since
like that did. . . I found, right before I was heading to new possibilities. .
. for I had at somepoint in that same time thought about Seminary. . . at least
I was thinking about Grad School. . . and Union Seminary was one of the one’s I
was looking at, but ministry. . . me. . . no way. . . and here now, again I was
given the chance to make a difference in the lives of grieving people. . . I
found my own strength in helping others, I found that I somehow had the right
words to say, the right chord to strike, the right presence. . . and it was
sealed, I was headed to Seminary. . . and I was going to marry that Organ
player. . . and just like Jake’s paper said. . . there was an abundance of
light shining out of that darkness. . . just like three years earlier when I
suffered the darkness of loss, as well. God in his continuous act of creating
me. . . said again Let there be Light, thought the night had been quite dark,
the dawn now was shining brightly.
I couldn’t help but also see the
significance of this poem today. . . today the 15th anniversary of
the 9/11 attacks. . . It was crazy, this week in my class, 9/11 came up, and I
was realizing that these kids had never known it. They’d been living in it’s
shadow, but they were too young to experience it on this day 15 years ago. . .
it was amazing too how fast things have progressed away. . . it seems like just
yesterday. . . and just a few years ago, we had a student at Blue Ridge whose
father was killed when the towers collapsed, and now the freshmen were not even
alive when it happened. Time moves on doesn’t it. . . . That was a dark day for
sure. . . It is one of those events that
you remember exactly where you were, the details of the day. . . the
questions you asked about the first plane, that were hopelessly answered by the
second one. . . darkness. . . to the advent of new questions like how could
this happen, how could such atrocity, such violence, such blatant disregard for
human life, how could it happen? Who would do such a thing? Who could think up
such a thing? But I remember the days following, the months following even. . .
the way that people came together, the love that surrounded, the divisions that
all seemed to disappear. . . the brotherhood, and patriotism, and care for
heroes that it instilled, and fostered within us. It was palpable. . . the
question is now what happened?
We were so close, so united. . . how did
we get to here? What happened to the light that was shining so bright in that
our darkest days? I want to share one of my own poems now, for it gets at this
question by painting a picture of it. It’s called Night Lights
When stars shine
in darkness,
Sparkling white
‘gainst the night,
It’s a moment
often missed,
Or oft times
shadowed in the mist.
Too much light can
blur that far off twinkle,
Artificial light
blinding our eyes
To the natural
wonder of created gleaming,
Brighter beaming,
but an eternity away,
At least seeming
because we cannot control
What we have not
made, though we try,
Thinking if we
just could, it would be better,
Truly made
righteous, made just, for us, by us,
Or at least me. I
cannot speak for others.
So many opinions
there would be on just
How it should be,
what perfect could be,
If we could just
agree. Maybe that is why
He, who made the
sky, made all things,
All rules, all
decisions, for only He knows
The hearts of all,
the dreams we all seem
To find in the
sky, hidden behind the gleaming
Of our artificial
light’s own beaming.
This
poem stems from one idea, one natural phenomenon, and that is when our lights,
artificial lights, light bulbs, flood lights, street lamps, whatever. . . when
our lights are shining we have difficulty seeing the stars. These lights that
God hung in the darkness to guide the lost sailors home, the lights that mark
the night, glorious, bright burning ball of fire and gas. . . indescribable
distances away.. . . can be dimmed by our own lights. . . and what an amazing
metaphor for the light shining our of the darkness. . . the light is always
there, we just can’t see it. . . it is not until our lights are off, our
defenses have been shattered, our plans have been dashed, our trembling grip
let’s go, that we can see those stars again. . . that is why the darkness
reveals in us what we couldn’t otherwise see. . . because in the darkness we
are no longer blinded by the fruits of our labors, clouding our vision of the
real power in the universe. . . . now after 15 years, we’ve already become divided.
. . distracted. . . polarized. . . people have pressed forward with agendas. .
. demagogues have promised safety and security. . . we’ve built systems, we’ve
put them in place. . . we. . . we . . . we. . . us . . . us . . . us. . . I . .
. I . . . I. . . and where has God gone? Where has our faith gone? How have we
let our relationships get broken? Have we become blinded to the light, too
rapped up on our own stuff. . . have we built a tower of Babel again, trying to
reach heaven on Earth, and now have become scattered, tossed, and lost in the
ever blowing wind. . . still blind to the light?
There
are two things that we feel in our darkest days, that we sometimes forget about
when we are bathing in the light. One is humility, all our machinations, all
our thoughts that we could do it on our own are taken away, and we find that we
are very much in need—in need of eachother, and in need of God. The other, and
perhaps it is born of humility is gratitude. . . for the very thing we need in
the darkness, is a little bit of light, and that is the one thing that we get.
And because we are not shadowed in our own machinations any more, that we have
been humbled to our knees we can see that light, and we can bathe ourselves in
the light. And light for us becomes like water for someone in the desert, we
crave it we thirst for it, and when it touches our lips we are absolutely
thankful for just the most bitter drop. . . so too with the light shining in
the darkness. . . somewhere as time goes on, we build ourselves back up, and we
lose a little bit of that humility. . . and we stop being thankful.
You
see it all the time, any time you see a 9/11 poster, you see the two towers. .
. and it says “Never Forget.” Some people would say that Never Forget means to
always be vigilant, always prepared, always to be worried, always to be scared.
Others may say that Never Forget means we need to hold on to get revenge, to
put those who did it to justice. I think Never Forget means, what we need to
most remember today and everyday is to be humble and absolutely grateful. I
look back on my relationship with Jake, and the days and events of all that,
and I am humbled by the care that would send him into my life at that very
moment. And on the days when I am frustrated by the minutia and the small, and
the details of life that have to do with ministry, and life, and marriage, and
I tend to lose sight of the amazing gratitude that I should have. That is what
is missing when I’m lost, and that is what’s there, the humility and the
gratitude, when I am found.
Let
us pray,
Almighty
God on this day and everyday, may we look back on our lives and recognize the
light that is always shining, the light that is impossible to miss in our
darkest days, but somehow hidden from our view when our lights are shining
bright, help us not to fear the darkness, but to embrace it as part of your
amazing plan, that goes beyond our imagining, the type of plan that would give
of your son, to live and experience life in this world, only to be crucified,
rejected and sealed in a tomb, only to show us that those things never can be
done. In Jesus Christ our Risen Savior’s name, do we pray, Amen.
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