This was the sermon for the 17th Sunday after Pentecost, 15 September 2002. I presented this message at Tompkins Corners United Methodist Church and the Scriptures were Exodus 14: 19 – 31, Romans 14: 1 – 12, and Matthew 18: 21 – 35.
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The story is told about a man who decided to travel across the country, east and west, north and south seeking all the churches he could find. And so he did, ranging from the great Gothic-style cathedrals of the east and the modernistic churches of the West Coast to the small country style churches that dot the heartland of America.
And in each of these churches he found prominently installed in the nave of the church a golden telephone with the sign “Calls to heaven — $1000.” It did not matter the size of the church or its location; the phone, the sign, and the price. That is, until the traveler came to a small little church in rural Tennessee. There the sign read “Calls to heaven — $1.00.” Taken aback by this great difference, the traveler rushed to find the pastor and find out why. When asked, the pastor smiled and told the traveler “Son, in all those other churches it was a long-distance call. But this here is God’s country and it is only a local call.”
As one who was born in Virginia, raised in the south for the early part of life by a mother born in North Carolina, there is some truth to the saying that “I am Southern born and Southern bred, and when I die I will be Southern dead.” I come to my church life and my way of thinking about the Gospel and its impact on life in a manner often associated with a Southern way of life.
But don’t think that my way of thinking is stereotypical Southern thinking. Though by birth I am Southern I was raised in many different parts of the country. I have as much right to speak with a Missouri twang or the slow drawl of someone from Texas as I do to speak with a Southern tongue.
And my politics are definitely not what one might think of when one thinks of the South. Though they were singular episodes of life long perhaps best forgotten through time, I can still remember my experiences with the quaint Southern tradition of segregation. Meant to separate the races, segregation’s impact transcended race. The laws of this country demanded that all children be treated alike and so they were. The school district where I attended 7th grade simply gave no schools, be they for black or white children, funding for schoolbooks. This forced parents to buy the books for their kids and if you did not have the money, so be it; you did without.
When I came to Tennessee in 1966, the situation was a little better in that we got school issued textbooks. But the music programs only got $100.00 ($50.00 for the band, $50.00 for the chorus) to cover any expenses, music, instrument repair, etc. for the entire school year. Any additional fund had to come from the parents and if the parents were poor, then not much was provided.
Segregation did as much to separate the rich and poor as it did whites and blacks. And it was only when people began to realize that segregation hurt everyone that meaningful changes began to take place in the South.
For me, the most frightening thing about all of this was the number of clergy who held on to the antiquated view and supported the repression and brutality associated with that era. If you preach a Gospel of peace and brotherhood, it is not possible to preach hatred and bigotry; but there were those who did so.
And it is sad to say that the issue of slavery and segregation has impacted on the history of our own United Methodist Church. Though the Conference of 1784, which laid the foundations for the Methodist Church in America, outlawed slavery many members of the church in the south still owned slaves. The conflict between those opposed to slavery and those who, for whatever reason, supported it lead to the formation of the Wesleyan Methodist Church in 1843.
In 1844, the church voted to suspend a bishop from Georgia who could not legally free his slaves (they belonged to his wife). In May of1845, Southern congregations organized the Methodist Episcopal Church, South. The division of the churches existed until 1939. Then, the Methodist Protestant Church (an offspring of the early church which came because of disagreement over how the laity would be involved with the clergy in the management of the church), the Methodist Episcopal Church, South and the Methodist Episcopal Church, North united to form the Methodist Church.
And still, even with our history of division and reconciliation, I still detect cries of discourse amongst the various churches that call themselves United Methodist. There seem to be cries among the churches to ignore our historic stand for justice and peace and throw out those who don’t fit into a predetermined mold. Instead of a historic call for each individual to follow the call of Christ, there are churches that feel that they can dictate how each member of the church is to think and act.
And for a church that has long stood for education as one way of knowing Christ, such a discourse, such inflexibility can only lead to the destruction of the church. Paul found it necessary to address the issue of dietary requirements. At the time of Paul’s writing the passage from Romans that we read today, the great issue was a matter of what was acceptable to eat. Paul asked who should pass judgement on someone because of something they ate. Paul reminded the Romans that judgement was not up to them nor was it up to him, especially when it came to something so trivial as diet. If what is done in the honor of the Jesus, how could it be wrong?
It was Abraham Lincoln who proclaimed that a nation divided could never be free. And if we are to be divided because someone doesn’t believe the same as we, as far as it concerns the ways of the world, it will be very difficult for us to ever find peace on this earth. And we can never expect to find peace in heaven if we do not seek peace on this earth. “How is it possible”, Jesus asked, “to gain forgiveness from the Father in heaven if one is not willing to give forgiveness on earth.”
Those for whom their single-minded purpose is to throw out those who disagree with them remind me of the pursuit of the Egyptians after the Israelites at the beginning of the Exodus. As described in our Old Testament reading, the Egyptian army was so focused on destroying the Israelites that they failed to notice that the wheels of their chariots were getting stuck in the mud. And when the waters of the Red Sea engulfed them, the army was destroyed.
So to is it for us. Shall we seek the truth and stand on high ground? Or shall we be so single minded in our efforts to destroy our fellow humans on earth that we failed to see that our wheels are stuck in the mud and the incoming tide is about to drown us?
Jesus sought a world of peace, a world of devotion to caring for our fellow travelers in this life’s journey. If we forget the Gospel message, it will be very difficult for us to live, as Jesus would have had us do. But if we accept the Gospel message, take the Holy Spirit into our hearts, then it does become possible to help each other while holding disparate views.
