05 Lent B 2006

Christ the Redeemer Lutheran Church, DDO (Montreal)

Rev’d Matthew Anderson

April 2nd, 2006

When One Door Closes

 

 

Speak to us Lord, through your Word and by your Spirit. We ask it in Jesus’ name. AMEN

 

 

It was over twenty years ago this summer that I moved away from Saskatchewan. And I still remember, plain as day, what happened the moment - with my little U-Haul trailer behind me - that I pulled away from the house I was leaving and started heading east.

            I cried. I cried so hard I could barely see the highway. I had to stop for a bit before putting it in gear and starting driving again.

I was so sad I could barely speak.

And now almost twenty-one summers and winters and springs have passed, and here I still am. In one piece. And if next year I were to get into another car, and hook up another trailer behind it, and know that I was leaving Montreal for good, guess what would probably happen?

Yep.

It’s a kind of death, every time you move. Every time you graduate, or leave home, or have a child leave home, or lose a husband or wife, or sell a house, or whatever it is. Something changes so drastically that you know, just know, that life will never be the same again. And you are right. It never will be.

And Jesus answered them: ‘The hour has come for the Son of Man to be glorified. Very truly I tell you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains just a single grain. But if it dies, it bears much fruit.’

There is so much here from Jesus we could spend a lifetime just learning from this saying. Renunciation is, oddly enough, the path to growth. It is by dying that we become new. In other words, Jesus is saying that despite our airs, we human beings are not so different from the perennials this month, or the trees that are just starting to bud. We are part of the same world as them. They die in the fall. And then they come back. But they come back different. We need, sometimes, to die to be renewed. When one door closes, like they say, another opens.

In a movie, if you know something that the main characters in the movie don’t know, and some little hint of what is about to happen takes place, that is called “dramatic foreshadowing”. It’s like watching the butler come in and pour a cup of innocent tea if you know that later, that same teapot will be used for the murder. That’s usually when the music swells up.

Well, the music should have been swelling for one little part of John this morning. Because there is some dramatic foreshadowing in our Gospel lesson this morning as well. It says that Jesus was at a religious festival, and the music swells when some of the people who had come for that festival came to Philip and said; “Sir, we would like to meet Jesus”.

At first glance it all seems a bit convoluted: first they come to see Philip, then Philip goes to see Andrew, then Andrew and Philip go to see Jesus. Why so indirect? The Gospel never ever says this, but it does say that Philip was from Bethsaida in Galilee, an area close to the Greek cities. So I think there’s a good chance the reason they never went to see Jesus directly is this: they couldn’t speak his language. The people who came were not Jews. They were our ancestors: Greeks.

            And that is dramatic foreshadowing. Because the Gospel doesn’t even tell us if they actually ever got to see Jesus. It’s as if it doesn’t matter. What was important for the Bible is that this particular group came and asked. When all around him, his own people, including the disciples, were getting ready to deny him, here’s this group of foreigners who go out of their way to meet Jesus.

            And of course, that’s how Christianity became Christianity. The outsiders – our ancestors, the non-Jews – became by far the majority of the new sect that eventually became a new religion. So many Gentiles came in that eventually it just couldn’t be a Jewish religion anymore, and Christianity was born. Those Greeks who came to the festival and asked to see Jesus were pioneers.

            But they also meant the death of the old. Peter – a Jew, and John – a Jew, and Andrew and Philip and Bartholemew and all the rest – if they had known what was about to happen - would have been forgiven if they looked at these Greeks and shed a tear or two. Because those Greeks coming meant that a door was closing. But for us, another was opening.

            And so it still is today.

I had a student in one of my classes who wrote a very moving description of what it is to be blind. “It means that I don’t discriminate in the same way as other people,” he said. “Because I absolutely can’t judge by appearances. So appearances aren’t important for me. I have gained something through my blindness.”

Please note that I am not saying we should be like those hopeless and somewhat idealistic optimists who tell us things like: “always look on the bright side of life.” Death is death. Disaster is disaster. There is nothing wrong with reacting with grief sometimes and sadness and even some fear for the future. These are all normal, human reactions.

But the hard lesson of Jesus is that sometimes there is a clearing needed to bring growth. And so it’s not just a suggestion. We are commanded to risk, to take up our crosses – which is, frankly, unusual in churches: Unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies it remains alone. But if it dies it bears much fruit.

In your life and mine there are almost certainly ways we see ourselves that need to die. There are habits from the past. Tendencies. Falsehoods. Maybe ways of being that are so automatic we inherited them from our parents – that need to go into the ground and lose their life. And only then can we start to be open to the new ways that may make us healthier and more the creatures we were created to be.

And as an institution what kind of stale life are we holding on to that might be keeping us from new life? Jesus died partly because he dared to challenge the old ways, and it is one of the more ironic parts of history that the church named after him is so often so dangerous when threatened in any way. After all, Jesus was killed precisely by institutions trying to protect themselves. Seeds that didn’t want to go into the ground.

If you will pardon the pun, at the root of all of these questions is faith. On what is our faith based? If it is based on ourselves and what we’ve built, then we will not willingly let anything die. We can’t. But - if our faith is based on the promise we’re given and the realization that all things – people and institutions – die anyway, then our faith will help us go through death to life.

We cannot have spring without winter. We could not have Christ the Redeemer church if both Christ Lutheran and Redeemer Lutheran had not closed their doors. I could not have had Montreal without packing that U-Haul and driving away.

Our faith doesn’t deny death…it tells us we have to go through it. And not just at the end of life, but many times, almost like practices, before that.

May God grant us the grace to see faith, not in what we hold onto, but what we are willing to let go. And may we be blessed in that letting go so that all things might become new, and hopeful, and truly alive.

 

 

AMEN