Sunday, August 26, 2012

Holy Wisdom Sets Her Table


Proverbs 9:1-6
Wisdom has built her house, she has hewn her seven pillars.
She has slaughtered her animals, she has mixed her wine, she has also set her table.
She has sent out her servant girls, she calls from the highest places in the town,
"You that are simple, turn in here!" To those without sense she says,
"Come, eat of my bread and drink of the wine I have mixed.
Lay aside immaturity, and live, and walk in the way of insight."

            Wisdom is the feminine face of God in the Hebrew scriptures, one of the many metaphors for the holy presence of the God who cannot be named, who cannot be captured in a “graven image.” And a beautiful image of womanhood she is. Wisdom is no lady of leisure, no frail and fainting maiden upon her couch! She built herself a house! She has hewn her own pillars out of the rock! She has butchered her own meat, crushed her grapes with her own bare feet and mixed her wine. All for the sake of those who are simple, senseless, ignorant, immature. This image of wisdom teaches us that tenderness is a feminine virtue, and so is strength. I love that. How very proto-feminist that is.
            “Come, eat of my bread and drink of the wine I have mixed. Lay aside immaturity, and live, and walk in the way of insight.”
            Insight is a way, a path, a road—not a destination in itself but a way of being in the world, in the company of the wisdom, the presence—or, the image of the glory of the presence of God. I don’t mean that people with more education are better than people without. It doesn’t matter how many letters you have after your name: M. Div or PhD. When I think of the saints of this congregation, many of whom didn’t have any initials after their name except maybe “dip” for diploma, but they were always learning, always seeking to know more. Marge Vuchetich is one who comes to mind.  And George MacKenzie, who may have had some initials after his name but took none of them for granted. He was always seeking more wisdom. The pursuit of wisdom is not an end in itself, it is the path, the way, to come near to the holy one who cannot be named or seen or engraved.
And that is why education is a Christian value. That is why, when our spiritual ancestors built their homes in the wilderness of New England, the first house they built was the meeting house and schoolhouse. Every village in Plymouth Plantation with a population of 50 was required to employ a teacher. Because education is a Christian value, our Congregational forbearers  established the first colleges and universities in North America—colleges that are still of the best reputation in higher learning—Harvard, Yale, Dartmouth, Grinnell, Carleton. The Morril Act of 1862, which established land grant colleges, giving birth to state universities across the country, was the brainchild of a Congregationalist from Vermont. All of these institutions were designed from the first to be free of the constraints of the church that founded them, so that the pursuit of wisdom might be unfettered by even the best intentions of the pious. Piety is also a Christian value, but excessive piety can give rise to hubris, pride, a vice.  Piety must be tempered by humility, which understands that there is yet more light and truth to break forth. Our faith is not threatened by education, because nothing true could be a threat to God, who is truth.
            Let us continue to support our public schools, for they are the foundation not only of our democracy, but also of our faith. Everyone must have access to Wisdom’s table. As we give these school kits away, to students who might be in Harare, Zimbabwe or might just as well be in Mobile, Alabama; Port au Prince, Haiti or New Orleans, Louisiana, let us send them with our prayers and our promises, to defend the freedom of teachers and writers and researchers, for it is through them that the freedom of the Spirit is at work, for the sake of the world. Amen.
            

Sunday, August 5, 2012

The Parable of the Table


   A Communion Meditation on John 6       
In the gospel of John, there is no last supper with the disciples. There is no Passover meal in the upper room, no “This is my body,” no “this is my blood.” That story belongs only to Matthew, Mark and Luke, and also to Paul’s letter to the church in Corinth. We get the words of institution from those biblical sources. In the gospel of John, this is the nearest we have to communion—the feeding of the five thousand and more.
            “Jesus took the bread and after giving thanks, he distributed it to them, likewise the fish, as much as they wanted.” And there was an over-abundance: from five barley loaves and two fish, Jesus fed more than 5,000 people and had 12 baskets full of leftovers.
            And that is the miracle which we reenact every time we gather together. We bless, we break, we give, and there is more than enough. It’s not bread that we break open, that is only the visible symbol standing in for the invisible reality of the presence of God which feeds gives us life.
            And sometimes, we don’t even realize what we have. We think all we have to share is bread, all we have to give is money, or time. All we can do is feed the hungry, clothe the naked, and visit the sick and imprisoned, and write to our senators and congressional representatives about the needs of the poor and the stewardship of the earth. All that is good, and has its place, but that’s not all there is. If we think that’s all there is, we are to be pitied.
            Life is more than bread, and the body more than clothing.
            The bread that lasts, the font of living water… these are ours, and this is what we share every time we gather. The bread of heaven, the living water… the presence of God is what we are here to experience. It is the more we are always seeking, the hunger that cannot be satisfied at any table but this one.
            What must we do in exchange for this bread? Nothing. Just trust in the one who provides it. It will be given freely.
            Come to the feast.