Sunday, August 10, 2014

He drew me out of mighty waters...




The Rev. Kathi Johnson
Lectionary 19, Year A – 10 August 2014
Text: Matthew 14:22-33
Our Redeemer Lutheran Church, Grand Prairie, Texas

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Grace and peace be with you all, from God, the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Amen.

We went out onto the Sea of Galilee on a warm and sunny day. There was hardly a cloud in the sky as we walked down the dock to get to a large boat – one of the fleet of “Jesus boats.” They are so-called because in 1986, a first-century boat was discovered and now sits in a museum next to the sea. These “Jesus boats,” like the one we took, are roughly modeled on that boat.

I say “roughly” modeled because the modern Jesus boats are a bit…modern. They have a nice, sturdy canopy overhead for shade (or shelter from the elements, when needed). They are fully equipped with modern steering and noisy engines (and possibly navigation, although I don’t know for sure), and while we were on board, I saw at least one member of the crew messing with his smart phone for almost the entire trip. There are benches around the deck – plenty of comfortable seating for the big tour groups that often visit the Sea of Galilee, in order to float on the same body of water upon which Jesus once stood and walked.

So, there we were, on our Jesus boat, on a perfectly sunny and warm day – and it couldn’t have been more different than the experience of the disciples in today’s gospel lesson. They encounter a huge storm – we had glassy waters, about as still and calm as they get. The disciples encounter the rush and noise of water bashing against the hull of their boat. The only noise we had was the sound of the music piped over the boat’s PA system (I would’ve rather listened to the water…).

As we drifted around these waters where Jesus walked, I tried to imagine it. I looked out over the sea (which is really a big lake) and I tried to conjure up the image of the storm and the frightened disciples and Jesus, standing there, on the water. The hardest part of the story for me to imagine was the part where Peter actually takes that first step out of the boat. For while the sea was quiet that day I was there, I’ve been on rougher waters elsewhere, and I can’t imagine leaving the relative safety of a boat in order to walk on the water.

And yet – today’s gospel lesson tells us that’s just what Peter did that night.

It is Jesus who sends them out in that boat. They’ve just fed the huge crowd of 5,000 men -plus women and children – and he still hasn’t really had much time to process the death of his relative, John the Baptist. So Jesus makes them get into the boat to cross the sea so he can “dismiss the crowds” and then have some time alone. He spends his alone time on a mountaintop, praying – this is a good time to remind you that, in Scripture, mountains are often places where the divine and the earthly meet one another.

I guess the assumption is that Jesus will get another boat and catch up with them later on the other side of the sea. Why on earth would the disciples think that Jesus would meet them out on the water, especially during a storm? Yet, that’s exactly where he does meet them – and the text tells us that disciples are frightened. But they are not frightened of the waves hitting their boat – they are frightened because they think that they are seeing a ghost. Jesus rushes to assure them that he is there, with them.

Peter wants to know for sure. On some level, Peter must realize who this really is. Why else would offer to step out of the boat? Jesus tells him to come, and that is when Peter takes his remarkable steps of faith.

Peter’s strolling along, making his way to Jesus, and then it’s almost as if he has this revelation – maybe the wind blows some water into his face – whatever the case, he notices the wind and gets scared and begins to sink into the water and in his panic, he cries out for Jesus to save him…”Lord, save me!” Peter’s cry is a cry of panic but it is also a cry of faith – for he knows Jesus can save him.

And Jesus does just that.

Then, Peter is safe, and they get into the boat, and the disciples have yet another revelation of who Jesus is – that he is the Son of God himself. And they worship him.

When they hit the shores on the other side, they are back to work. Jesus is healing and teaching and there is crowd management and another feeding miracle. Peter’s watery steps of faith become more steps in a long string of steps that the disciples take with Jesus.

Sometimes, like Peter, we choose to take steps of faith out on the rough seas. And maybe like Peter, we cry out to God to save us when the going gets rough. But there are other times when we are forced out of safety – forced to jump overboard, where it really is sink or swim. What do we do at those times?

Some of you know that I have a relative – my mom’s cousin, Kent – who has been missing now for six days. He left home on Monday to run errands and disappeared. All week, we’ve been hanging onto little pieces of news here and there, but there has been nothing concrete about where Kent is or what happened to him.

What I have found beautiful has been the outpouring of love and support for Kent’s immediate family – his wife and children and grandchildren. What I have found amazing is the family’s faith in God throughout this horrible week. Over and over, they have publicly professed their faith that – wherever Kent is – he is in the hands of a loving God.*

What do we do when it is sink or swim?
The psalmist who wrote Psalm 18 wrote this so very long ago:

The cords of death encompassed me;
the torrents of perdition assailed me;
the cords of Sheol entangled me;
the snares of death confronted me.
In my distress I called upon the Lord;
to my God I cried for help.
From his temple he heard my voice,
and my cry to him reached his ears
He reached down from on high, he took me;
he drew me out of mighty waters.
He brought me out into a broad place;
he delivered me, because he delighted in me.[1]

The Lord delights in us, my brothers and sisters. And while salvation from earthly concerns may not always turn out the way we want it to or think it should, we know that if nothing else – if we have nothing else! – we always have the love of God, found in Christ Jesus our Lord. Nothing can separate us from that love.

Amen.

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[*Epilogue: After I got home from church on the day I preached this sermon, I got word that Kent's body was found and they have a suspect in custody for his murder. Sometimes, we don't know how meaningful the very words we preach will become later...]








[1] Psalm 18:4-6, 16, 19

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