Blake, Ghostbusters and the Will of God

THY WILL BE DONE

 

2Kings 2:1-12

Mark 9:2-9

 

 

To share the mystery and power of Elijah's life the author of 2^nd Kings brings us into a world of legend and miracle. Elijah is going to be taken up into heaven, without dying. Elijah knows his earthly life is ending and says repeatedly and plaintively to Elisha—Tarry here, I pray you. Watch with me—stay by my side. The end—well a new beginning is so near. Then Elijah takes his cloak and strikes the waters of the river Jordan, dividing the waters just like Moses divided the red sea and like God at creation had separated the waters from the waters.

 

Then the heavens opened and a chariot of fire separated Elijah and Elisha and in a whirlwind of the Spirit, Elijah, says the text, is taken up into heaven.

 

Then the mantle of Elijah falls upon Elisha and he strikes the water—it divides. The sons of the prophets shout out—the spirit of Elijah, the spirit of the Lord has fallen upon Elisha.

 

William Blake was an artist, printer, writer and poet. As a child he came home and told his parents that he had seen a vision of angels in a tree. His father beat him for lying. Blake kept on seeing and hearing and sharing. He wrote a poet titled Jerusalem.

 

Bring me my Bow of Burning Gold

Bring me my arrows of Desire

Bring me my spear: O Clouds unfold

Bring me my Chariot of Fire

 

I will not cease from mental fight

Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand

Till we have built Jerusalem

In England's green and pleasant land.

 

This movement from vision to action is the same movement we experience as we go from transfiguration down off the mountain to confronting the problems of everyday. First though let us live into the transfiguration.

 

While Moses speaks to us of the law and the covenant, Elijah evokes the mystery and power of the Spirit. Their aura, their spiritually presence will surround Jesus in the vision of the transfiguration. They are blessing him and communing with him, confirming his identity as the Messiah, the beloved Son, the Christ of God—and perhaps too comforting him as he enters ever deeper into the wilderness of God.

 

Jesus ahs brought his closest disciples up the holy mountain. We enter this imaginal world in which a mountain brings someone closer to God. As Peter and James and John watch and wonder Jesus' form changes—he is transfigured, transformed. Pushing through his fear Peter offers to make temporary shelters for Jesus, Elijah and Moses. Here again fear walks with revelation. The Book of Hebrews says `it is a terrible thing to fall into the hands of the living God.' To love God is good, to fear God is better, to love God while fearing God is best of all. These moments of revelation in our lives are awesome, and awe inspiring and in some ways terrifying. It is looking into the depths of the Grand Canyon or watching millions of gallons of water come over Niagara Falls or just feeling the total glory, mystery and fleeting nature of life.

 

Into these moments of fear and fascination, comes this voice of God saying Beloved Son—this is my beloved son. So the question comes to us—have we heard the voice, experienced the power, sought and fuond the revelation that tells us that Jesus of Nazareth is Beloved Son—human face of God—window opening into the Divine—the door to eternity. We stammer back, Well, yes I think so. I believe someday with great faith and fervor and some days with a little fuzziness and frustration, but yes Lord I believe, help my unbelief.

 

Now we had experienced with the disciples this vision of transfiguration and the voice of proclamation. We have been to the mountaintop. Now we must come back down the mountain. Back to our village, back to work, back to the crowds with their questions and need for healing and hope and their battles with demons.

 

As I was thinking about this process of coming back from the mountaintop, a song kept going through my head.

 

For sure, there is something very strange in the neighborhoods in which we live. Remember in Ghostbusters, the guy who just comes into their office that converted fire house. The guy just needs a job and Bill Murray, Dr.Venckman, hands him a ray gun or something and says welcome to our world where we catch ghosts and ghouls and demons and devils. I am sure he thought something like `This is outrageous, you guys must be nuts, wackos, weirdos, psychos.'

 

Wait a minute though. You know something of the challenge and charge that God in Christ lays upon us as we come down the mountain, back home, back to work. Love God, neighbor, self. Love your enemies. Heal the sick. Cast out the demons. Battle the principalities and powers. Trust and believe with all your heart that I am with you to the end of the age. Return no one evil for evil. Good news to the poor—recovery of sight to the blind—release to the captives. Do the will of God.

 

 

 

 

 

 

We pray every Sunday thy will be done. O god, I want to see a world where you will becomes our way. And God says, Son, you do your will. Take care of business.

Especially those of your with little children, get guardians. Name em and talk to em. Take care of those precious little ones. And all of you, be generous with your accumulated resources. Find ways to live out the Gospel even after your earthly life. And of course you want to do the best you can controlling the end of your life—write those advanced directives and name your medical power of attorney. Don't just pray to me—do your part. We need each other—we work together—we are partners.

 

Don't just love in word alone but in deed and in truth—and that means do your will with faith and foresight, with grace and generosity. There is this glory in bosom of the Lord that transfigures you and me and gives us the call and the courage to march on into eternity singing and living Glory Glory Hallejuhah.

 

Brooks Smith

 

 

 

 

Spirit Crisis and Healing

SUFFERING AND SCIENCE

 

Isa. 40.21-31

Mark 1.29-39

 

 

 

Sometimes the Scripture bore us, sometimes it confuses us, and sometimes we are amused or inspired. Sometimes, we feel God speaking right to our hearts and lives. This text from Isaiah really connects to my reality. When I was about 11 years old, my mother took me and my brothers ages 8 and 7 to get our polio vaccines. My brothers were whimpering about how scared they were. I said—be brave. It won't be that bad. I'll show you. I'll go first. The doctor gives the shot—and I pass out and collapse on the floor.

 

Giving blood in college I fainted once before I gave and then once after. So when the text speaks about God giving power to the faint, I say Hallelujah—thank you Jesus for coming to my rescue—for reviving me and calling me back to life and consciousness.

 

This text from Isaiah resonates with the story of the healing of Peter's mother in law. Peter's mother in law is healed of her fever when Jesus takes her by the hand and lifts her up. Precious Lord, take my hand. Jesus, call me by name. I want you to know who I am—I want you to call me, and hold me and lift me up that I might be made whole. At the close of the worship service, one of the Caring ministers and Linda and I will stand at the communion table. If you would like to be prayed for by name, come forward. Perhaps you would like prayers for a loved one or for ice storm victims in Kentucky or homeless people in Gaza. We will ask you what you like to have prayed for today and then Linda or I will offer a prayer for you and for the burden of your heart. If you would like to be anointed with oil, that ancient symbol of blessing, then approach the caring minister and indicate whether you prefer to be anointed on the forehead or on your palm. We bless on another with our prayers, our love, our claiming the gifts of God's healing power coming into us.

 

Let us pray.

 

Dick McKenna was an extraordinary biology teacher at North Plainfield High School. He was scheduled to have spinal surgery that involved fusing several vertebrae. Fairly dicey stuff. When I visited him in the hospital, we began talking about evolution. He said that he knew teaching evolution was contrary to the Scriptures, but he believed in evolution and felt called to teach it. I felt blessed by the opportunity to talk about the Scriptures and the two creation stories and the way the first told an amazingly accurate story of the creation of the earth out of the watery chaos, the emergence of life and the eventual emergence of the human being. We then talked about how the second creation story was in fact the story of the birth of moral consciousness, the knowledge of good and evil.

 

 

 

Yes, evil, the power of the demons was real as it is real in the story of Jesus casting out those demons. But clearly thanks be to God for the birth of moral consciousness and therefore, of course, to Eve as the mother of moral consciousness—at least according to the Scripture.

 

My friend Dick had never heard of Teilhard de Chardin, the paleontologist /mystic theologian who embraced fully the mystery of the earth, who believe in the truth of rocks and all that rocks revealed and who believed in and experienced Christ present in the evolving universe. Teilhard wrote `If as a result of some interior revolution, I were successfully to lose my faith in Christ, my faith in a personal God, my faith in the Spirit, I think that I would still continue too believe in the world.' Teilhard died in the mid fifties. Thomas Berry one of his interpreters and the author of Dream of the Earth said in the spirit of Teilhard, `The earth is the only thing we know for sure.'

 

Being a scientist, a biologist like my friend Dick McKenna, doesn't mean that one is automatically religious or irreligious. Certainly, in Isaiah's image we can look into the heavens stretched out and for those with eyes of faith we can see the mystery of God. At the same time, as we study the universe with our mind and we learn from the universe, we know those learnings shape our understanding of faith, of our sense of what God is doing in the universe. Teilhard said that evolution is so true and so glorious that it is the arc to which all our thought must conform. As a scientist he rejoiced in the truths that the rocks spoke—as a Christian, he rejoiced in the truth spoken by and through the Rock of Ages.

 

When I was in the last year of high school, I decided that I was no longer comfortable calling myself a Christian, based on my understanding of the Christian story. At the time I rebelled intellectually against Christianity for two reasons--Suffering and Science. There was no explanation as to why a loving all powerful God would allow such suffering in the world, so God must not exist I thought. And like Dick McKenna and many in our culture I had come to believe that one had to choose between religion and science, between creation in 4004BC and evolution.

 

In Copenhagen, Gail and I visited an incredible church built I think in the late 18^th century. The church proper was on the bottom floor. The inclined walkway led to a second floor that housed a library. The third floor was an observatory.

 

At the General Assembly last June, I was standing in line to buy breakfast and wandered into conversation with a delegate who was a professor emeritus of physics from Stanford. After a little chatter about upcoming GA business, we started in on religion and science. Born in Switzerland, a life long church goer, he was currently involved in a research project to discover what happened to the anti-matter that is present somewhere in the universe. With my 45 year old memories of high school physics class fading a little bit, I listened intently and humbly. He explained how the universe contained as much anti matter as matter. Ok—whatever you say. And I thought—by God I am proud to be a Presbyterian. One of our national organizations passionately explores issues of Faith, Science and Technology.

 

Science challenges theology—and too theology challenges and informs, but hopefully does not distort science. There is the possibility of a blessed partnership. Again, Teilhard blesses us.

 

"Throughout my life, through my life, the world has little by little caught fire in my sight until, aflame all around me, it has become almost completely luminous from within…Such has been my experience in contact with the earth—the diaphany of the divine at the heart of the universe on fire…Christ: His heart: a fire: capable of penetrating everywhere and gradually spreading everywhere."

Sufferingandscience

SUFFERING AND SCIENCE

 

Isa. 40.21-31

Mark 1.29-39

 

 

 

Sometimes the Scripture bore us, sometimes it confuses us, and sometimes we are amused or inspired. Sometimes, we feel God speaking right to our hearts and lives. This text from Isaiah really connects to my reality. When I was about 11 years old, my mother took me and my brothers ages 8 and 7 to get our polio vaccines. My brothers were whimpering about how scared they were. I said—be brave. It won't be that bad. I'll show you. I'll go first. The doctor gives the shot—and I pass out and collapse on the floor.

 

Giving blood in college I feinted once before I gave and then once after. So when the text speaks about God giving power to the feint, I say Hallelujah—thank you Jesus for coming to my rescue—for reviving me and calling me back to life and consciousness.

 

This text from Isaiah resonates with the story of the healing of Peter's mother in law. Peter's mother in law is healed of her fever when Jesus takes her by the hand and lifts her up. Precious Lord, take my hand. Jesus, call me by name. I want you to know who I am—I want you to call me, and hold me and lift me up that I might be made whole. At the close of the worship service, one of the Caring ministers and Linda and I will stand at the communion table. If you would like to be prayed for by name, come forward. Perhaps you would like prayers for a loved one or for ice storm victims in Kentucky or homeless people in Gaza. We will ask you what you like to have prayed for today and then Linda or I will offer a prayer for you and for the burden of your heart. If you would like to be anointed with oil, that ancient symbol of blessing, then approach the caring minister and indicate whether you prefer to be anointed on the forehead or on your palm. We bless on another with our prayers, our love, our claiming the gifts of God's healing power coming into us.

 

Let us pray.

 

Dick McKenna was an extraordinary biology teacher at North Plainfield High School. He was scheduled to have spinal surgery that involved fusing several vertebrae. Fairly dicey stuff. When I visited him in the hospital, we began talking about evolution. He said that he knew teaching evolution was contrary to the Scriptures, but he believed in evolution and felt called to teach it. I felt blessed by the opportunity to talk about the Scriptures and the two creation stories and the way the first told an amazingly accurate story of the creation of the earth out of the watery chaos, the emergence of life and the eventual emergence of the human being. We then talked about how the second creation story was in fact the story of the birth of moral consciousness, the knowledge of good and evil.

 

 

 

Yes, evil, the power of the demons was real as it is real in the story of Jesus casting out those demons. But clearly thanks be to God for the birth of moral consciousness and therefore, of course, to Eve as the mother of moral consciousness—at least according to the Scripture.

 

My friend Dick had never heard of Teilhard de Chardin, the paleontologist /mystic theologian who embraced fully the mystery of the earth, who believe in the truth of rocks and all that rocks revealed and who believed in and experienced Christ present in the evolving universe. Teilhard wrote `If as a result of some interior revolution, I were successfully to lose my faith in Christ, my faith in a personal God, my faith in the Spirit, I think that I would still continue too believe in the world.' Teilhard died in the mid fifties. Thomas Berry one of his interpreters and the author of Dream of the Earth said in the spirit of Teilhard, `The earth is the only thing we know for sure.'

 

Being a scientist, a biologist like my friend Dick McKenna, doesn't mean that one is automatically religious or irreligious. Certainly, in Isaiah's image we can look into the heavens stretched out and for those with eyes of faith we can see the mystery of God. At the same time, as we study the universe with our mind and we learn from the universe, we know those learnings shape our understanding of faith, of our sense of what God is doing in the universe. Teilhard said that evolution is so true and so glorious that it is the arc to which all our thought must conform. As a scientist he rejoiced in the truths that the rocks spoke—as a Christian, he rejoiced in the truth spoken by and through the Rock of Ages.

 

When I was in the last year of high school, I decided that I was no longer comfortable calling myself a Christian, based on my understanding of the Christian story. At the time I rebelled intellectually against Christianity for two reasons--Suffering and Science. There was no explanation as to why a loving all powerful God would allow such suffering in the world, so God must not exist I thought. And like Dick McKenna and many in our culture I had come to believe that one had to choose between religion and science, between creation in 4004BC and evolution.

 

In Copenhagen, Gail and I visited an incredible church built I think in the late 18^th century. The church proper was on the bottom floor. The inclined walkway led to a second floor that housed a library. The third floor was an observatory.

 

At the General Assembly last June, I was standing in line to buy breakfast and wandered into conversation with a delegate who was a professor emeritus of physics from Stanford. After a little chatter about upcoming GA business, we started in on religion and science. Born in Switzerland, a life long church goer, he was currently involved in a research project to discover what happened to the anti-matter that is present somewhere in the universe. With my 45 year old memories of high school physics class fading a little bit, I listened intently and humbly. He explained how the universe contained as much anti matter as matter. Ok—whatever you say. And I thought—by God I am proud to be a Presbyterian. One of our national organizations passionately explores issues of Faith, Science and Technology.

 

Science challenges theology—and too theology challenges and informs, but hopefully does not distort science. There is the possibility of a blessed partnership. Again, Teilhard blesses us.

 

"Throughout my life, through my life, the world has little by little caught fire in my sight until, aflame all around me, it has become almost completely luminous from within…Such has been my experience in contact with the earth—the diaphany of the divine at the heart of the universe on fire…Christ: His heart: a fire: capable of penetrating everywhere and gradually spreading everywhere."