WHAT’S WRONG WITH THE CHURCH: NO WAVES—NO BAPTISM

A Sermon by Bill McDonald from Luke 12:49-56

August 19, 2007

 

Luke 12

49“I came to bring fire to the earth, and how I wish it were already kindled! 50I have a baptism with which to be baptized, and what stress I am under until it is completed! 51Do you think that I have come to bring peace to the earth? No, I tell you, but rather division! 52From now on five in one household will be divided, three against two and two against three; 53they will be divided:

     father against son

       and son against father,

     mother against daughter

       and daughter against mother,

     mother-in-law against her daughter-in-law

       and daughter-in-law against mother-in-law.”

54He also said to the crowds, “When you see a cloud rising in the west, you immediately say, ‘It is going to rain’; and so it happens. 55And when you see the south wind blowing, you say, ‘There will be scorching heat’; and it happens. 56You hypocrites! You know how to interpret the appearance of earth and sky, but why do you not know how to interpret the present time?

 

Ministers have secrets.  There are things that go on during worship services that the congregation never notices, but which can really crack you up if you are the minister.  They don’t teach you to get ready for these in seminary.  For example, several years ago when Colette and I decided that we would share in the baptism of our Pastor’s Class we didn’t do our engineering study ahead of time.  We both put on our waders and climbed into the water and motioned for the first of many young people being baptized.  I had never had any problem with the water level and the height of my waders and the waves created by dunking a human body under the surface of the baptistery.  Of course, Colette is not 6’3” tall, as you may have noticed.  When I drug that first dripping neophyte up from those liquid depths, a small tsunami hit Colette and went right over the top of her waders, soaking her from the waist down and giving new meaning to the old song, Fill My Cup, Lord.  And we still had about 10 kids to baptize.  And she had no other clothes to change into.  We should have known.  You can’t have baptisms without making waves.

 

Our text is from Luke’s long discourse on the teachings of Jesus after Jesus had set his face toward Jerusalem and the cross.  In Chapter 12 his teachings drift toward apocalyptic images, analogies about the end times, a feeling that the climax of God’s revelatory work is close.  Jesus is telling his disciples to be ready, to be prepared for earth-shaking events about to happen.  He was preparing them for his imminent death.  So the loving Jesus, the Prince of Peace, the same one whose birth Luke describes with angels and songs of peace of earth, that same Jesus says, “I came to bring fire to the earth, and how I wish it were already kindled!  I have a baptism with which to be baptized, and what stress I am under until it is completed!”  A baptism by fire—you know what that means, doing what you need to do knowing full well that it will cause a huge and fierce reaction.  All the forces gathered against you and you stand alone in contradiction to them.  It’s like that first day after you earn your teaching degree and you step into a classroom of middle-school students whose end-of-the-summer purpose is certainly not to learn and to behave.  Baptism by fire.  It’s like when the controversial motion is put to the vote and you alone stand up to vote against it.  Baptism by fire.  It’s like when the Messiah sets out to teach love and compassion and soon realizes that the powers that be want to kill him, so he turns toward Jerusalem and marches straight into their home turf.  Baptism by fire.  Offering a blazing contrast—“this is how it is” versus “this is how it is supposed to be.”  You can’t have a baptism without making waves.

 

I hate conflict.  When it arises, my blood pressure shoots up and my brain shuts down.  I get a knot in my stomach and a lump in my throat.  And my response to it is usually, “Ooooh, you, you,…you…..ooooooh.”  Eloquent, no?  I would have made a terrific trial lawyer, wouldn’t I?  But the truth is that whenever you bring the truth into a truth-indifferent situation, it is going to cause waves.  After the death of Martin Luther King Jr., when the non-violent approach didn’t seem to be working any more, liberal thinkers like myself tried to preach patience and calm to generations of African-Americans who had had enough and who rightly felt that the time was now.  We liberals wanted everyone to have equality; we wanted everyone to have a place at the table together; we wanted everyone to get a slice of the American dream--but we didn’t want to be too pushy or to alienate anyone.  We wanted everything to change and yet we wanted everything to stay the same all at the same time.  But truth had crashed up against culture.  It was baptism time for our nation and you can’t have a baptism without making waves.

 

You see, the church wasn’t created to be at peace with the culture.  Jesus didn’t command us to “go into all the world and smile,” but to “go into all the world and teach them to OBEY all that I have commanded you.”  Too often we think that whatever is the will of our beloved society is surely God’s will as well.  But it doesn’t work in that direction.  Paul Simon’s song describes our attitudes too well: “So God bless the goods we was given, and God bless the U.S. of A., and God bless our standard of living, let’s keep it that way, and we’ll all have a good time, baby, have a good time.”  But into that good time, into that tranquil sea of materialistic self-concern, Jesus plunges himself and makes waves.

 

We want to live in both the cradle of society and the arms of God, but we can’t.  We have to choose.  A witty fight attendant, who had grown bored with giving the same pre-flight speech every time, altered her presentation with a little humor and said, “In the event of a sudden loss of cabin pressure, masks will descend from the ceiling.  Stop screaming, grab the mask and pull it over your face.  If you have a small child traveling with you, secure your mask before assisting with theirs.  If you are traveling with more than one small child, pick your favorite.”  We may love the Lord and we may love our place in the world, but when they conflict, we have to pick our favorite.

 

Fred Craddock says that Jesus is “the crisis of the world.”  By that he doesn’t mean that Jesus prompts an emergency but that Jesus brings us to a moment of truth, a place where the paths diverge, a time of choosing.  The Prince of Peace rocks our boats.  Peace defined as maintaining the status quo is disrupted by a radical new vision of how society is to be ordered.  What was important and what was not important is flipped upside down.  “Do you think that I have come to bring peace to the earth?  No, I tell you but rather division!”  Sometimes what is wrong with the church is that you can’t tell the difference between the church and the culture.  Now, I hope for a day when you can’t tell the difference.  But my hope is based upon the culture changing to meet the standards of the church, not the church giving in to the culture.  During the civil rights struggle, some churches barred their doors to blacks.  Other churches invited their ministers to hear God calling them somewhere else because the minister was causing waves in the community.  But other churches opened their doors and their hearts and their mouths.  Each church chose.  We all have to choose.  I preach about civil rights so often because it was the defining moment in my life; it was when I saw God’s hand move across our nation so clearly that no one could mistake it.  It was baptism by fire and the waves continue to roar upon our shores today because the struggle is not finished.  What other waves of Godly change are pounding unheeded at our feet these days?

 

So, let the church celebrate the many good actions of our culture, which contains compassionate elements not found in most countries on earth.  Let us rejoice at opportunities provided and care extended and justice meted out.  But let us not get so comfortable in bed with the culture that we cannot see where the paths diverge.  Peace is not just a matter of wanting everyone to get along, of not having to face conflict.  But instead peace is when the intentions of God have been realized in daily life, when God’s kingdom has come and is accepted as the ultimate truth.

 

If you were going to start on a trip today, what would you do first?  You would probably tune to the weather channel or go online and find out what kind of conditions you are going to encounter on the road.  We know how to get that information.  If we are flying from Lexington to Ft. Worth in March, we know that we will need a coat to get into the airport from our car here, but that we had better have a short-sleeve shirt under it for when we step out into a heated Texas springtime.  We are smart people.  We know how to read financial indicators; we know which melons look ripe at the grocery; we know when to take a side street and get off Nicholasville Road during construction; we can read the signs.  But are there present-day signs that we are missing?  I don’t know why I tend to disregard those signs that say “No Outlet.”  I think to myself, “Well, I know this neighborhood; that street has to connect with another one somewhere in there.”  And so I find myself having to back up and turn around a lot.  Why do I do that?  Can’t I read the signs?  Can we?  Are we aware that Christ has already come, that his teachings are God’s roadmap for our lives, that God expects us to act godly now, not in some afterlife somewhere sometime?  Can we read the signs?  For the signs say that we’ve got a baptism waiting for us—and no doubt it will make some waves.