God’s
Search
November
24, 2002
Ezekiel
34:11-16/ Matthew 4:17-22
Today
we start with a quiz. And I want everyone to be very honest. Remember you
are in church and the minister is watching. Here I have the proverbial
glass of water. I hope you can all see it. If you can’t you could
probably have guessed that it has liquid up to about the mid point. This
of course begs the question is it half full or half empty. O.k. remember
to be honest with a show of hands. Who says the glass is half empty. And
who thinks it is half full. Now beyond that who thinks the minister thinks
it is half empty, and who thinks the minister believes it is half full?
Would you be surprised if I told you that those who thought the minister
thought it was half empty were wrong? No of course not you all know me as
a half full kind of guy right? But it may surprise you that it isn’t
true. I am not a half full kind of guy. For those of you who really know
me and have been to a few of my lectures it will not surprise you that I
don’t believe it is half empty but I also don’t believe that it is
half full. I believe that the question is framed all wrong! If you ask and
answer the question in this way your answers are limited and the real
meaning of the glass is obscured. Now that is a Tim Ives approach!
Listen.
The thing that is important about the water is not the volume. If you are
looking at how much you are missing the point completely. Water is the
basis of life. Water is the miracle of this planet Water makes all of who
we are and what we are possible. Did you know that water is a universal
solvent? If it were not true that water could not carry the nutrients and
minerals that every living thing needs. Did you know that water has this
funny little characteristic called surface tension? Without it could never
move up the roots of plants and trees. So plants and trees could not grow
up, and really couldn’t grow at all. Water actually floats when it
freezes which is very unusual because most things when they become a solid
get heavier. If ice did not float all living things in the water would be
killed off each winter. Again this would have serious consequences for
life on earth. Furthermore, think a minute about where water comes from.
Is it something we manufacture? Is it something we created? Is it
something that we had any part in providing? No. it is just given to us
as. Water is such a miracle that if you are looking at it and only seeing
whether it s half there or half gone you are completely missing the point.
That argument is academic when you begin to realize the bounty that is
ours by just the fact that water exists.
Any
glass of water is a sign of how good and generous God really is. And every
once in a while there come those people who see water, and life and the
world for what it truly is and act accordingly.
I
want to tell you about one such person today. He is actually a relative of
mine. Alright, he is an ancestor of mine. But I feel a keen kinship with
him and he is an inspiration to me. His name is William Brewster. He was
also known as Elder Brewster.
William
Brewster was the clergy person for the Plymouth Colony in those first
years. And that gave him a particularly challenging position. Because God
seemed to all but abandon this small band of pilgrims almost from the
beginning. They were Seperatists. This was the group who did not think
that they could purify the church of England from within. Those were the
Puritans. You have heard plenty about them. But this original group of
Pilgrims who came over on the Mayflower were a little more radical than
that. They wanted to have nothing to do with purifying the old church.
They thought the only way to live a Godly life was to separate from the
Church of England. And they did.
For
that the suffered terribly. They lost their homes and their homeland. That
is why this group came to these shores from Holland and not their native
England. They had already separated from the church and gone to Holland.
But in Holland they did not find the life that they had hoped for. In fact
what happened was that they started to be assimilated not into the true
ways of God as they supposed but rather into the ways of the Dutch that
they lived with. It wouldn’t do. So they made plans for the new world.
I
think it takes a certain kind of person to believe in such an idea. Going
to an uncharted wilderness in a very small boat over an ocean that was at
best a frightening void is a wonder. Today we might call the very idea,
the same thing I once heard Amelia Earhart called, pathologically
optimistic. Only this risk adverse,
see-disaster-in-every-event-or-behavior world we live in could ever come
up with putting those two words together: pathologically optimistic. But I
heard it on one of those biography shows on A & E about Amelia Earhart.
Amelia Earhart is one of my heroes for that exact reason and so is William
Brewster.
But
what he did and they did was not pathological. It was heroic. And it
became more and more heroic as the year unfolded.
We
all know that they arrived on these shores in November. They carved out a
small village that winter but many died from hunger and exposure and
disease. But not the oldest among them. I can only imagine the nightmare
for Brewster though. With each death came the demand to lend comfort to
the grieving. Before spring the whole lot suffered and that had to have
weighed heavily on the person who was there to speak for God.
The
summer brought relief but not bounty. They had to wonder in the midst of
this life and death struggle why God would not bless them. Or maybe that
is only a question that we moderns would ask. Maybe they saw their plight
completely different than we could ever imagine.
The
truth of how different they saw their situation came at the end of one
year. With winter coming on, and with no assurance or indication that it
would be any different than the devastating year before they did something
amazing. They had a party, a feast, a harvest festival that we remember as
the first Thanksgiving. And though there are many things about this event
that are mythological or just plain untrue. We know that it was a
celebration and all were included. Astounding isn’t it? What kind of
people are these that they would celebrate in such dire circumstances?
What was William Brewster preaching that enabled joy at a time like that?
As
I said William Brewster was one of those rare people who could see way
beyond a glass half full. He lived in a world filled with miracles because
no matter what God was not far away. You can say anything you want about
the Pilgrims and the Puritans. You can believe the bad press they get
about being so dour and no fun and having this debilitating work ethic.
But they ad a faith that goes beyond anything we experience in these days.
God is an after thought for us compared to how their very essence was
defined by what they believed. It is faith that founded a nation and I am
quite sure that without this powerful faith they would have only known
disaster and misery. Don’t get me wrong they knew plenty of disaster and
misery but those things finally did not matter because they also knew God.
God
searches for the likes of William Brewster al the time. I think God does
it by putting challenges before us and ten sees who rises to the
challenge. At least I get that idea from the story in the Gospel of
Matthew. Jesus puts before the people he meets an impossible challenge.
“Follow me,” he says. Again only the pathologically optimistic would
take him up on it. Or the people of true faith. Jesus then gets exactly
who he wants. His ministry will come to nothing without a powerful faith
alive in those around him ad so he screens out anyone without faith to
follow.
It
s what God does all the time and that is the true blessing that we
celebrate this week. It is not the fact that our glass is half full. That
might be nice but it really is not important. What is important is if you
see God in the miracles of your life. And beyond that what are you ready
to do for a God who loves you that much.
Love
one another? Forgive one another? Serve one another? It is a matter of
faith. It is the only way that your life becomes the celebration it was
meant to be.