The Olympics
have been pretty great, haven’t they? I watched a little of the figure skating
one day and was fascinated by the Slovak lady’s figure skater. She reminded me of photographs of my
grandmother with her round face and high cheekbones. I can remember when we got lost in Bratislava
when I was a kid, and our car broke down.
Someone found us, brought us to his flat and phoned up the rental car
agency, telling them that they had given us a lemon of a car. He went upstairs and brought down a figure
skater that knew some English, and once they had figured out that we were from
Canada and that my mom’s parents had come from Slovakia, they treated us like
royalty. The figure skater was lovely to
us, and it was a real relief to find someone that spoke a little English in
what at the time was a communist country.
So I always remember Slovaks being very kind to us as we were travelling
through the country.
We were
wandering, like Abraham and Sarah. They
had left a safe home where Abraham was part of a wealthy family, and was the
first-born son, destined to inherit his father’s business. Yet he and Sarah were restless for adventure
and traveled into what their family must have considered the most uncivilized
and dangerous of circumstances. Even
still, they remembered to practise hospitality to people they met. And every time they gathered with others,
even strangers, they would hear God’s message to them of great promises. Promises to have children, many children,
nations that would carry their DNA into the future.
Paul got
that. But he went deeper. For him, writing to the early Roman church,
it wasn’t just about DNA or following the complicated holiness code of the
Jewish rituals, it was about faith. So
he made an extraordinary claim, that said that Abraham’s children weren’t just
the folks who carried Abraham and Sarah’s genetic code, but about folks who
gathered together in faith and trust.
No, he was
writing to a congregation that was divided by their races, that their new
community was to be more than a club for folks who had similar language,
culture and shared the same eyes and noses.
He wanted them to be united in worship of God regardless of their
ethnicity, their DNA.
Paul said
that Abraham had faith, and that anyone can be part of Abraham’s faith, but
that is such a loaded word. The Greek
word for faith was pistos, which can mean faith, belief, trust, being convinced,
having commitment to. That doesn’t mean
that we don’t test things or question things.
Abraham and Sarah laughed when they heard God’s message of hope. They didn’t trust that message at first and
went through all kinds of messiness to push their own solution forward rather
than trusting God. It was abusive. Sarah forced Hagar, her servant, to become a
surrogate mother for Abraham, and later bullied Abraham into banishing Hagar
and her son Ishmael be from the family camp.
Abraham wasn’t much better, and he too had difficulty trusting that God
had a covenant with them.
Paul knew
his people in Rome would struggle to trust that God had a plan for them too,
that this tiny community could come together and rise above their differences
to become a nurturing place that would help each other survive in the very
heart of the Empire. Rome thought it was
more powerful than Jesus. But today Rome
no longer worships Jupiter or Minerva. And
we no longer believe that our political leaders are gods, the way that the
Roman Emperors encouraged their people to do.
Abraham and
Sarah laughed at God’s plans, but eventually after many questions and debates,
trusted that something new was just around the corner for them. Paul trusted that something new was in store
for his friends in Rome. We are given
that same opportunity.
We gather
together to worship God and share our stories of how new things are in store
for us when we decide to take a leap of faith and trust that God is doing
something new.
Too often we
try to do everything ourselves, but we forget that we are imperfect
creatures. I found out that the
wonderfully hospitable Slovaks can often make life very difficult for the Roma
people who live in the country, and that for the Roma, becoming a country
separated from the Czech republic has not improved their living standards or
the racism that they deal with on a constant basis. The Americans are trying to make a country
where everyone is part of the melting pot of what they call the United States
and yet there have been seven school shootings since the start of 2018 down
there and no one seems to know how to address it. In Canada, we are realizing that justice is
not what first nations people can assume they will get when young women go
missing or young men get caught up in violence.
We have become certain that we are gods that can fix the world, and that
we can only trust ourselves. But we come
to worship to connect with something bigger than ourselves, someone that we can
trust in ways that maybe we can’t trust even our own biological families. We come because we want to trust the one who
fed the multitudes, and who turned simple bread and wine into a glimpse of a
holy and powerful community. We come to
worship God and when we worship, we are indeed part of a new thing that
continues to transform us and our world in new and wonderous ways. Let us continue to quest for God, and
question God as we allow God to shape us into a faith community that follows in
the footsteps of Abraham, Sarah and Paul, a community that can laugh at God’s
promises but then be awed at God’s amazing transforming actions. May it be so for us all. Amen
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