Genesis 15 begins with “After these things”
– meaning chapters 14! First, Abraham led 318 (an astonishingly exact number)
men from his home far in the south to the far north to Dan. When I take folks
to Israel, I love to show them the Bronze Age gate in Dan – as a place where
Abraham came! Not many places in Israel do this. And then we have the curious
Melchizedek passage – much beloved in the New Testament and early Christianity,
and entirely mystifying to us.
God reiterates the promise God made in
Genesis 12 – and Abraham asks, like Mary centuries later, “How?” God here is a
promiser. Americans love God-as-promiser – but they are thinking what God will
do for me this week. God’s promise in the Scriptures is centuries – centuries!
in the fulfillment.
Abraham is asked to look up at the stars and
count them. We can actually do this today, pervaded as our night skies are with
so much ambient light. But Psalm 8, Job 38ff and Genesis 15 know of a darker –
or brighter – sky, with countless stars, maybe like the sky I saw as a child,
or the sky you can see if you go out West someplace.
I'm haunted, when I think of Abraham looking up and counting the stars, by the Children's wing of Jerusalem's holocaust museum, Yad Vashem. A dark room with mirrors, reflecting the light of just 2 candles in an array like the night sky. Day and night, the names of children who died at the hands of the Nazis are read aloud. It takes 3 months to cycle through all of them. God's promise to Abraham, fulfilled, and then tragically annihilated.
That key verse 6, quoted as manifest proof
of the life of faith vs. works in Paul: Abraham believed. His “belief” was
trust, consent to God’s future, a commitment to stick things out, fixing his
life on God’s direction. Ellen Davis reminds us (thinking on chapter 22) that with Abraham the question really is never "obedience," but "trust" - and it's his trust in God's presence, and God's promise, not merely to get the desired outcome, but to stick with God whatever unfolds. This was “reckoned” (imputed?) to him as “righteousness.”
Certainly for Paul, and even in the Old Testament, righteousness is relational.
Even when you live out the regulations of the Torah, it is because of a
trusting, grateful, intimate relationship with God.
You have to admire Abraham for taking God’s
promise into his own hands, for making it happen – by adopting Eliezer.
Rational, practical – but not God’s plan!
The promise of the land has been hugely problematical through
history. We might wish God had promised
a great people, and a blessing – but the land pledge has precipitated so much
conflict. Walter Brueggemann’s new, short, and incisive book, Chosen?
Reading the Bible Amid the Israeli-Palestinian Conflict, is so very
helpful in sorting out the issues.
The vision here of birds swooping down on
bloody carcasses might make you shudder; the gauntlet of fire between the
slaughtered heifer, goat, ram, turtledove and pigeon feels like an ancient
agrarian hazing… but it was an ancient covenant ceremony of immense purpose.
Our Epistle, Philippians 3:17-4:1, is rich in theological implications. Paul,
not bashful at all, invites imitation! I don’t do this so often, out of
humility, and a frank realization that my people should not imitate me. I
wonder if we clergy should dare to hold ourselves up, in some humble,
self-effacing way, as exemplary of a life with Christ.
How odd for Paul to speak of religious,
spiritual people who claim to follow Christ as “enemies of the cross”! Back
then, Paul saw grave danger in those who believed Christianity was all about
the mustering of good deeds. Today it’s more about feeling and emotion – or maybe
what Paul says: “Their god is their belly, their glory is shame.” We are first
and foremost consumers: we buy, we eat, we collect, we shop more, we drink
more, and it’s all about me, how I feel, my sense of fulfillment. We even
enlist God to help us consume, to feel full – but can’t we see how our minds
are really stuck on “earthly things”?
What once was shameful we now glorify: the “seven deadly sins” (greed, gluttony, sloth, lust, anger, envy and pride) now describe the good life in America! We fantasize about and are intrigued by what is shameful – because we’re after a rush of feeling, a higher high. But God isn’t a feeling more titillating than any other: God is a stable rock enduring every oscillation of feeling. God you cannot buy or consume. God calls me out of self-indulgence, away from it being all about me, and into the adventure of God, far grander than me and my small satisfactions. Preachers have to help people with this…..
Citizens of Philippi took great pride, as
settled military veterans, in their membership in the commonwealth that was the
Roman empire; their citizenship (politeuma)
wasn’t Greece where they were located but Rome! Paul plays on this: for
Christians, our true citizenship is in heaven: it was to God’s kingdom we
belong. And try as they might to straddle both worlds, you have to make a
choice, a big choice but also a lot of little choices – just as we do as
Christians who belong to heaven but are pressed to get too enmeshed in the
habits and ideals of our culture.
“We await.” We live in anticipation
of something that has peeked out from behind the veil but is not fully
revealed: our mood is Advent-ish, waiting, longing – and not for just any
Savior! The emperor claimed to be soter, savior – but of the upper echelons,
keeping a heavy boot on the lower classes. Ben Witherington: “Paul was offering
a very different sort of savior, one who was for everyone, even those in the
lowest status in society, even slaves.”
It’s a “lowly body” though now, not yet
glorified, and something of a struggle, like a burden – and yet the Body is God’s
temple (1 Cor. 6). Paul’s tone in all this is never castigating or harsh. How
tender is he? How tender must the preacher be? Where else but in the Church do you get called “beloved”?
Henri Nouwen’s book, Life of the Beloved, articulates God’s hopeful message for
each of us who live a world where “beloved” doesn’t compute.
Paul and the Philippians share love
(review the origin of the church in Acts 16!) – but their love isn’t
spontaneous affection, or the fact that they think alike or enjoy leisure
activities together. It is Christ who is their friendship, who cements their
relationship; it is Christ they share, and their zeal for the present work and
future hope of the kingdom of God. Love? “My joy”? “My crown”? Hard of me not
to think of the consummation of Tolkien’s The
Return of the King. The crown falls to the new king, Aragorn, but he yields
to the wonder of the small people, the hobbits. They are friends. As Merry
famously said to Frodo: “You can trust us to stick to you through thick and
thin – to the bitter end. You can trust us to keep any secret of yours – closer
than you keep it yourself. But you cannot trust us to let you face trouble
alone, and go off without a word. We are your friends, Frodo.” This is the life
of the Body of Christ.
His lament is moving, and picturesque. If
you get to travel to Jerusalem, you often get your first glimpse of the old
city as you round the crest of Mt. Scopus. Tourists get giddy, or play that old
song “Jerusalem, Jerusalem” on the bus’s loudspeakers. Jesus at this point fell
on his knees and wept – just as he’d wept for his friend Lazarus on arriving at
his tomb. He would have seen, in the Kidron valley, the “tombs of the prophets.”
So he wasn’t just recalling history. He sees and points to their tombs! – a haunting
glimpse of his fate to come. I even wonder if “stoning those sent” might look
forward to Stephen, the first martyr, which Luke of course knew about.
My friend Jeremy Troxler, on the last night of our awful General Conference in February, suggested that if you look at a religious institution you love and it is a travesty, profoundly disappointing - or if you know things you know, try to explain them to other people, and they just don't get it, then in that terrible, painful, frustrating place, you are very close to the heart of Jesus.
My friend Jeremy Troxler, on the last night of our awful General Conference in February, suggested that if you look at a religious institution you love and it is a travesty, profoundly disappointing - or if you know things you know, try to explain them to other people, and they just don't get it, then in that terrible, painful, frustrating place, you are very close to the heart of Jesus.
And then the lovely image of a hen gathering
her brood. It’s lovely – and not just because it’s a feminine image. In the
traditional “Upper Room” in Jerusalem, the site where pilgrims have believed
(wrongly, but still…) the Last Supper transpired, there is a carving on one of
the columns of a pelican and her chicks. Evidently (is this true?) a mama
pelican goes out in search for food for her chicks. But if everything is dried
up and she finds none, she returns to the nest, pokes holes in her own flesh
with her beak, and the chicks feed on her. Eucharistic. Cruciform. Sacrificial
gathering. Grisly, and lovely.
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