There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
a time to be born and a time to die,
“It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for someone who is rich to enter the kingdom of God”. Thus says Jesus. The thing with wealth is that it is relative. There is always someone richer than me, so I can always shimmy my way around the uncomfortable implication of Jesus’ meaning. But, as good as we are at shimmying, at some point we have to face up to the fact that we are the camel. As we look at the eye of the needle and the eye of the needle stares back at us, what are we thinking? What, or who, do we trust to get us through? What, or who, does the church trust to get it through? Is it our wealth? Is it our prestige? Is it our doctrine? Is it our intellect? Is it our commitment? Is it our Lord? Whoever, or whatever it is, whoever or whatever we put our trust in, it’s only when we die that we’ll find out for sure whether our trust is rewarded or misplaced. So, Jesus invites us to come and die, with him. That’s where he’s heading as he teaches his disciples about camels and needles. He’s on his way to Jerusalem where he will be killed, and on the third day . . .
Well, you know the rest of the story, but will you trust the rest of the story?
Pastor John Strelan Ecclesiastes 3:1-2a
There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
a time to be born and a time to die,
“Do you want us to command fire to come down from heaven and consume them?”
*Sigh*
You’d be hard pressed to find a more depressingly contemporary question in the Bible. And this from two of Jesus’ disciples!
Well, here’s a contemporary response. A poem by John Roedel . . .
I can’t make the world be peaceful
I can’t prevent children from having to hide in bunkers
I can’t silence the sound of bombs tearing neighborhoods apart
I can’t turn a guided missile into a bouquet of flowers
I can’t deflect a sniper’s bullet from turning a wife into a widow
I can’t stave off a schoolyard being reduced to ash and rubble any of that
the only thing I can do is love the next person I encounter without any conditions or strings, to love my neighbour so fearlessly that it starts a ripple that stretches from one horizon to the next
I can’t force peace on the world, but I can become a force of peace in the world, because sometimes all it takes is a single lit candle in the darkness to start a movement
oh, Spirit, let me be a candle of comfort in this world
let me burn with peace.
Whenever I meet with a couple for pre-marriage counselling our discussion invariably gets around to their families of origin. I always ask: “Who was the disciplinarian in your house when you were growing up?” Twenty years ago when I asked that question the couple generally nominated one parent or the other (most often the father). In more recent times the couple are more likely to name both parents, and if the couple are really young they look at me blankly and ask, “What’s discipline?”
I may be a little old-fashioned but I still believe discipline and love are not mutually exclusive, it’s just that we often get them confused, or we conflate them, or we neglect one or the other.
Which is all very interesting. But, of course, what you’re really wondering is: Who is Neil?
It’s Trinity Sunday which means we celebrate God’s triune nature. What does this mean for us? That would be the question Martin Luther would ask. So, I give to you two quotes often attributed to Luther.
“To deny the Trinity is to risk our salvation. To try to explain the Trinity is to risk our sanity.”
‘Risk’ is a dirty word these days so I think this Sunday I will make sure we will avoid any risk to your salvation, or your sanity! (It’s just not worth the paperwork!) Instead, we might go in a different direction. Luther also said, “Of what help is it to you that God is God, if he is not God to you?” Perhaps that is the question for Trinity Sunday, anyway.