Blessed
A
sermon delivered by Rev. Peter T. Atkinson
January
29, 2017
at
Gordonsville Presbyterian Church, Gordonsville, Virginia
Matthew 5: 1-12
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.
5 Seeing the crowds, he went up
on the mountain, and when he sat down his disciples came to him. 2 And
he opened his mouth and taught them, saying:
3 “Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom
of heaven.
4 “Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.
5 “Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.
6 “Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness,
for they shall be satisfied.
7 “Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy.
8 “Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.
9 “Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons
of God.
10 “Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness’
sake, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
11 “Blessed
are you when men revile you and persecute you and utter all kinds of evil
against you falsely on my account. 12 Rejoice and be glad, for
your reward is great in heaven, for so men persecuted the prophets who were
before you.
What
do you think of when you think of blessings or being blessed? What does it mean
to be blessed? These are questions whose answers are sometimes hard to put into
terms. We all seem to know what blessings are. right, but maybe we have
different views sometimes on what qualifies, what the spectrum is. I went and
did some searching around the internet and found a bunch of quotes about being
blessed. . . one of the repeated themes I found was luck, as if luck was a
synonym for being blessed. . . there was a quote that said, “You may say that I’m
lucky, but I’m not lucky, I’m just blessed.” So there must be times when being
blessed and being lucky seem and appear to be the one in the same. . . just
different sources. . . right, kinda like coincidence, and people calling coincidences
God instances, because they don’t believe that things happen by accident, luck
and blessings seem to fall into that same dynamic, too, kinda depends on your
view of providence, but then I saw other quotes that talked about how struggle is
a blessing, that the people who face the most struggle, who carry the heaviest
burdens, who find themselves weighed down, or those who would seem by any other
measurement to be considered unlucky are the ones who are the most blessed. .
. and then I found a quote that said, “
I would say that I’ve been lucky, being blessed and not really ever giving up.”
If being blessed is about being lucky, then why would you ever need to quit. That
one seemed to combine the two, the luck and the struggle.
The
idea of being blessed is kinda like a lot of other things, people see them very
differently. . . everyone has a different view. . . I think it is kinda like
love, there are people who say I love you all the time, and then there are
others who never say it, those who throw the words around without much care,
and then others who are almost intimidated by the word. . . so too saying I’m
blessed is like that, you have people who if you ask how they are doing, instead
of saying an empty “fine” like most people, they say without batting an eye, “I’m
blessed” and then others who would never phrase it like that and would be uncomfortable
talking like that. People sometimes say, Have a blessed day. . . but others never
would, or are again uncomfortable about such phrases.
In
ancient times there were specific notions in the world about blessings. . .
they were connected to the polytheistic notions of gods. . . to be blessed
meant that you had a god who was on your side. . . and blessed you with
rewards. . . there was a system in place of sacrifices and rituals done by the
one who wants the blessing, to the god who bestows the blessing. . . and many
times the effects of the blessings were visible. . . success was a blessing.
You would know or say that “he is truly blessed” because he was victorious. He
was a winner, winners are blessed and those who are not winners, must not be. .
. but these notions of visible blessedness begin to change, and are challenged
way before Jesus’ time. . . two examples from different cultures in two
different parts of the world, and interesting that they come from about the
same time. . . one is the death of Socrates and the other is from an old
Chinese anecdote about a lost horse. . .
Let’s
talk about Socrates first, for those of you who don’t know the story, Socrates,
the great philosopher and teacher of Plato, was accused by the city of Athens
of blaspheming and corrupting the young. . . he knows he is innocent, but decides
that he will not speak in his own defense. . . so he is condemned to die by the
tribunal. . . but he says as he is heading to die that death is not a bad
thing. . . he says the oracle that he has inside of him, what we might call
conscience, always warns him when he is doing anything even remotely wrong, but
at this, he is heading to death with a clear conscience, so it must not be
wrong. . . death, wrongfully accused and sentenced to death, this would be
considered the picture of unluckiness, unblessedness, but Socrates feels very
much like he is blessed. . . could the loser be the blessed one and the winner
not be?
The
other story, from China goes like this:
A man who lived on the northern
frontier of China was skilled in interpreting events. One day for no reason,
his horse ran away to the nomads across the border. Everyone tried to console
him, but his father said, "What makes you so sure this isn't a
blessing?" Some months later his horse returned, bringing a splendid nomad
stallion. Everyone congratulated him, but his father said, "What makes you
so sure this isn't a disaster?" Their household was richer by a fine
horse, which the son loved to ride. One day he fell and broke his hip. Everyone
tried to console him, but his father said, "What makes you so sure this
isn't a blessing?"
A year later the nomads came in
force across the border, and every able-bodied man took his bow and went into
battle. The Chinese frontiersmen lost nine of every ten men. Only because the
son was lame did father and son survive to take care of each other. Truly,
blessing turns to disaster, and disaster to blessing: the changes have no end,
nor can the mystery be fathomed.
You see maybe it is that blessings
and disasters are not so easy to understand and decipher. . . enter Jesus speaking to the crowd.
It
makes you wonder about the people assembled at the mount to hear Jesus talk. .
. did they have the same feelings about blessings we do, and by the same I mean
all different? Did they know, or feel that they were blessed, or did they have
no notion of it because they certainly were most likely not the “winners” of
society. And this is an important thing to look at. If you took all this
religion stuff out of it, and looked at them with the most worldly eyes
possible, I doubt many would say that this group assembled appeared to be the
lucky winners. That is not the picture I get of the crowds assembled and flocking
to Jesus. Did they consider themselves blessed already, and if so why would
Jesus begin his sermon on the mount with this famous list of those whom he
considers to be blessed. . . the poor in spirt, those who mourn, the meek,
those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, the merciful, the pure in heart,
the peacemakers, and those who are persecuted for righteousness sake. . . that
is quite a list, and I don’t think this list would make the old Dave Lettermen
Top 10 lists. . . and I left off the number one. . . here it is Paul, the
number one person most blessed. . . .drum roll. . . when you are reviled,
persecuted, and when people utter all kinds of evil against you, falsely on my
account” Yes, yes, yes. . . no that doesn’t sound like blessings, it doesn’t
sound like luck, it doesn’t sound like it would be good at all, but there is
Jesus turning the world upside down again.
What
does it mean to be blessed if that is the number one answer? And why would
Jesus be saying this to the crowd there assembled? What is the effect of this
rhetorical strategy? Why start the most aggressive, and I mean aggressive in
terms of high social ethical teaching, why start the most aggressive sermon of
all time with a list like this? What does it do, you know, other than turning
the world upside down, and claiming that the blessing is the opposite of what
you would naturally think? Or is it exactly that, is that exactly the point. .
. is he saying to them, brace yourself, for you to live out the words that I am
going to teach you, the lessons I’m going to teach you are going to need to
understand that the world is completely turned upside down from what you think.
Because look at the list of things that Jesus is going to go on in this sermon
and talk about. . . . you ever do a quick outline of the sermon on the mount?
Let’s try it:
So
after these so called beautitudes, the world turned upside down list of those
who are blessed. . . Jesus goes on to talk about
The
Salt of the Earth and those whose salt has lost it saltiness, being trodden
underfoot
Them
being the light of the world, the city on a hill, that their light needs to
shine
That
he has not come to abolish the Law, that anyone teaching the abolition of the
law shall be at the bottom. . . . that righteousness exceeding the scribes and
Pharisees is needed to enter the kingdom of heaven
That
not only should you not kill, you shouldn’t get angry
To
be reconciled to your brother
immedieately before anything else
To
make friends with your accuser
To
not just not commit adultery, but to not look at a woman lustfully
That
you should pluck out your right eye lest it cause you to sin
That
divorce and adultery are one in the same
To
not swear oaths, rather just stand on your word
To
not take an eye for an eye but to turn the other cheek, to give your coat as
well, to go the extra mile
To
love your enemies. . . .
To
be perfect
To
give alms in secret
To
pray in secret. . . . directly to your father
To
fast joyfully
To
not lay up treasures on earth
To
keep your eye sound and on the light lest you fall into darkness
To
not serve two masters
To
not be anxious or worry because God feeds the birds and clothes the lilies with
wondrous beauty
Don’t
Judge, don’t see the speck in your brothers eye while missing the plank in your
own
To
not profane the holy
To
ask, and keep asking
To
Seek and keep seeking
To
knock and keep knocking. . . .
That
there is a narrow gate
That
there are false prophets
That
it is easy to deceive yourself
That
there are many hearers, but not many doers. . .
And
that all of this was taught as if he was one who had authority. . . So yeah
with an ethical system like that, all of the rules of the world must be completely
turned upside down, rewriting the understanding of what it means to be blessed.
. . does it mean to have God with you is to be blessed, and if so could
anything separate you from it. . . could any of the rules of the world separate
you? Could any description of winning and losing define it?
Then
I saw a quote from Dracula of all places that said, “How blessed are some
people whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep comes nightly and
brings nothing but sweet dreams.” And I thought how interesting. . . is that my
definition of blessed. I can see the wisdom in it surely, but then I was
thinking of my niece, and the struggles she went through a couple years ago,
and how her families definition of blessed was changed, stretched, challenged,
you name it. . . and I wrote this poem.
for Gabrielle
There are places where the water touches land,
Where the land, peaceful and solid, does stand,
And out in the water, the ripples on the surface flow,
But lurking just beneath do unseen currents go,
And since we are to those unknown a stranger,
We cannot help but feel a sense of danger,
And some would flee and choose to never go in,
To never venture even just one little toe in.
Others of course prefer to run and dive,
For it is in danger they feel the most alive.
They in their running don’t even see the divide,
Never take a minute to see the edging tide,
And so never know the feeling of hesitation,
The paralysis attached to idle contemplation.
But me, I've simply stood there on that ledge
Preferring the known side of the edge,
I do not dive, nor do I flee.
Somehow, here, it seems, I'm called to be,
To sit and ponder the here and there,
On the sidelines, offering inactive prayer,
Content to simply sympathize and give
My watch o'er others as they live:
Shedding a tear for him, a cringe for her,
As the waves arise out of the currents' stir.
But sometimes, while standing there on the side,
A wave can rise beyond the tide,
And what was safe, secure, dry land
Has been overtaken by another's hand.
This very thing happened once to me,
And before I got a chance to disagree
The hand had pulled me out to sea,
And fear looms large in the water's deep,
Like a nightmare produces restless sleep,
And what was left for my soul to keep,
After unwillingly taking faith's final leap?
For what else did I have to grasp
Than the stranger's hand around me clasp'd?
And just whose hand took me from my place,
My safe, controlled, and comfortable space,
And now has me floating through the danger,
That unknown, invisible, frightening stranger?
It couldn't be God. He's supposed to be good,
And good is being safe, where I securely stood,
Not risking my sanity, nor life, nor limb
In a real life version of sink or swim.
What kind of God would bring me here
Where I am floundering in doubt and fear,
Wondering if anything I'd been told was true
About Jesus Christ, or Love, or You?
And with each new crash and pounding wave,
The shadowy threat from the beaconing grave,
I question everything I thought I knew,
And so have no clue of what to do,
My arms flail and my legs reach down
To find some solid piece of ground,
But nothing firm do I feel or find,
No respite for my desperate, seeking mind,
No place anywhere to rest my soul,
No firm foundation within my control.
It's then my despair did deep descend
But just as I thought I'd reached my end,
I came to know a different truth,
Beyond the fairy tales of my youth,
A truth that isn't comfortable and nice
But is always willing to pay the price,
Not standing on the sidelines from afar
Bright, but as distant as the farthest star,
But gave it all up to live with us here,
To share our pain, to experience our fear,
And still was willing to pay the cost,
Nailed high to die upon the cross.
I remembered then that he calmed the sea
Could he still do the same for me?
Could it have been his hand after all
That he didn't really ever let me fall,
That I was safe there in his hand,
Despite being taken from the sand,
That though I didn't have control,
He stilled cared deeply about my soul,
And never ever did forsake me
Though from my comfort he did take me?
Eventually calm was restored. I was back on land.
On my own two feet it seemed I could stand,
But I learned of strength I never had known.
Through the trial, I somehow had changed and grown.
I no longer was paralyzed by worry and doubt,
For he pulled me into the sea and delivered me out.
There was nothing to fear and hold on tight to,
For He's Lord of the darkness and Lord of the light, too,
He's Lord of the land and He's Lord of the waves,
For He's the Lord who creates, sustains, and saves,
There just is no place apart from His grace
No trouble that causes Him to hide His face,
No problem, no mess, no danger too large
To make me doubt that He is always in charge.
No, I no longer need to feel secure
In the safe, controlled, comfort of the shore,
For I've now survived the depth of the sea,
Because He never ever abandoned me.
If
being blessed is knowing that you are in the hand of God, cared for, and loved
beyond all understanding, it would change the way you saw the water’s edge. . .
may we all come to be blessed enough, by any means necessary, to come to know
that crucial truth. . . . amen.
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