Sunday, September 29, 2024

Today's Worship Service - Sunday, September 29, 2024

 

Worship Service for September 29, 2024

Prelude

Announcements:

Call to Worship

L:      Those who love God,

P:      God will deliver.

L:      Those who know God by name,

P:      God will protect.

L:      Those who call out to God,

P:      God will answer.

L:      We gather this morning,

P:      as those who trust God.

 

Opening Hymn – O For a Thousand Tongues to Sing #466/21

 

Prayer of Confession

Triune God, You call us to trust You in every circumstance of our lives, yet far too often, we do not.  In times of oppression and strife, we lose hope in our future.  When enduring natural disasters, suffering illness, or facing death, we often grow bitter and forget Your love.  Stripped of the idols of our wealth and status, we try in vain to control our lives.  Eager to be powerful and successful, we wander away from You, failing into the pain of addiction, greed, and blind ambition.  Absorbed by our wants and desires, we are blind to those around us who need our care.  Forgive us, O God, Forgive our despair, our bitterness, and our fear.  Turn our hearts to You, that we may taste fullness of life and trust Your promised salvation.  (Silent prayers are offered)  AMEN.

Assurance of Pardon

L:      God’s loving presence never abandons us, not even when we abandon God.  God delivers those who seek and love the Lord.  All we have to do is call, and God answers us.  God answers us with rescue and honor, forgiveness and mercy, life and salvation.

P:      Thanks be to God for this saving grace.  AMEN!

 

Gloria Patri

Affirmation of Faith/Apostles’ Creed

I believe in God the Father Almighty, maker of heaven and earth; and in Jesus Christ His only Son our Lord, who was conceived by the Holy Ghost; born of the virgin Mary; suffered under Pontius Pilate, was crucified, dead, and buried; He descended into hell; the third day He rose again from the dead: He ascended into heaven and sitteth on the right hand of God the Father Almighty.  From thence He shall come to judge the quick and the dead.  I believe in the Holy Ghost; the holy catholic church; the communion of saints; the forgiveness of sins; the resurrection of the body; and the life everlasting.  AMEN

Pastoral Prayer and Lord’s Prayer

You have called each of us, gracious God, into relationship with you.  As we grow and change, your words continue to challenge us, to confront us, to judge us, to love us.  Thank you for the gift of your Holy Word to us in our lives.

You have called each of us in your Word-Made-Flesh self, who was willing to bear the reproach of those in authority in order to serve the least, the last, and the lost.  He spoke your healing, redeeming, gracious words into reality.  Thank you for that gift of Your Word in our lives.

You continue to call to us in the needs of those around us; and so we offer our prayers for all who are in any way burdened, disillusioned, or suffering.  Hear our prayers of concern for the world, for the establishment of peace, for the ease of suffering and pain from drought, disease, political strife and conflict.  Reach out now to our own country and its leaders.  Allow them to be wise in decision making and compassionate to those in need.

Lord, hear our prayers for those near at home and their relationship with you.  Allow them to feel your presence and know your amazing grace.  We lift up in prayer to you this day….

Also hear these prayers, those quiet prayers of the heart, as we pray to you in silence….

Most Holy God, Speak your word of judgment and grace anew in our hearts, that we may offer worship acceptable to you.  In heart, in voice; in challenge, in healing; in hearing, in responding we stand now and ever, under your mercy praying the Model Prayer your Son taught to us saying… Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name.  Thy Kingdom come.  Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.  Give us this day our daily bread.  And forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors.  And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil: For Thine is the Kingdom, and the power, and the glory, forever.  AMEN.

Hymn –     Fairest Lord Jesus     #306/87

Scripture Reading:

First Scripture Reading – 1 Kings 19:9-16

Second Scripture Reading – Job 38:1-7

Sermon

Out of the Whirlwind

(based on 1 Kings 19:9-16, Job 38:1-7)

         As you are all aware, I’ve been working on a series now that highlights the scripture passages that have had a significant impact on my own faith journey, passages that have transformed my faith.  This morning’s passages are a little different, however.  Rather than a specific passage transforming my understanding of God, of my beliefs, and my faith, it was a circumstance, or more accurately, a number of circumstances that began changing how I encountered God and God’s Holy Word.

         A lot of times it’s not necessarily a particular scripture passage that engages us, but a question, a difficulty, a point in our lives in which God seems to speak to us.  And only after that, we find the scripture passage or passages that help us put it all into perspective.  That’s the case with today’s scripture reading – two of them from the Old Testament and even more poignant than I’d anticipated when I put this series together.

         Both texts from 1 Kings and from Job talk about the extraordinary whirlwind, or storms that God created.  In 1 Kings, Elijah was instructed to get up and eat for fear that he wouldn’t have enough fuel in his body to withstand the journey and the encounter he would have.  So, Elijah got up and ate, then went to the Mount of Horeb.  In the cave of the mountain, the word of the Lord came to him.  Elijah said that he’d come because he was zealous for the word of God.  The Israelites had forsaken their covenant, thrown down their altars to the Lord, killed the prophets with the sword, and only Elijah was left, running away, as they also sought to kill him.  Elijah was told to go out and stand on the mountain and wait for the Lord to pass by.  As Elijah waited for the Lord, a mighty wind (a whirlwind) came, so strong that it was splitting the mountains and breaking the rocks into pieces before the Lord.  But the Lord was not in the wind.  After the wind, an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake.  And after the earthquake, a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire.  And after the fire, the sheer sound of silence.  It was only after the silence that the still, small voice of God came to Elijah.

         In the passage from Job, there has been a trial.  The so-called friends of Job have all accused Job of various grievances against the Lord and Job answers each one of them, acknowledges his shortcomings, has his own complaints, but claims his innocence and integrity.  When we get to chapter 38, the trial is nearly over and it’s God’s turn to speak.  Out of the whirlwind, God answers Job.  For the next four entire chapters God lays out the audacity that any mortal being could claim knowledge.  “Were you there when the foundations of the earth were laid?  Were you there when the measurements of such things were put into place?  Were you there when the morning stars first sang together and the heavenly beings shouted for joy?  Were you there to command the morning to begin, the dawn to know its place?  Have you walked the recesses of the deep or seen the gates of death?  Have you any comprehension of the expanse of the universe?  Can you number the months of anything’s existence?  And on and on and on.  Out of the whirlwind, God continued to pummel Job for answers to such questions.  How dare you question me, God basically says to Job and all those who even put Job on trial to begin with.

         In humility Job answers God in Chapter 42, “I know that You can do all things, and that no purpose of yours can be thwarted.  I have uttered what I did not understand, things too wonderful for me, which I did not know.  I had heard of you by the hearing of the ear, but now my eye sees you; therefore, I despise myself and repent in dust and ashes.”

The past couple of days Hurricane Helene left people in Florida, Georgia, North and South Carolina, Virginia, Tennessee, and so many other states stranded due to devastating floods and absolute destruction, pummeled by the wind and rain.  Here in Western Pennsylvania we don’t often experience these kinds of disastrous effects.  Most of us don’t know what it’s like to weather through these kinds of storms, much less comprehend the havoc they leave behind.  Friends of mine in Florida have told me about closing their ears to the brutality of the sound, how the entire earth seems to shutter and shake, how the wind can make screaming sounds of itself, and how the battering of all manner of things beats at your very soul.  When it is all over, there is this sheer silence that is both unnerving and calming at the same time.

         In the Bible whirlwinds symbolize God’s overwhelming presence, which is too mighty and mysterious for a human being to comprehend.  This is also true in life when you go through a particularly difficult time, or wrestle with something that is so big that a simple answer won’t suffice and God’s complicity in the matter seems wrong and against what you thought you knew to be the nature of God.  In the immediacy of the moment, it feels like your world is falling apart, that there is no end in sight, and nothing will ever be good again or could ever bring you joy, it shakes the very foundation of your faith, your beliefs, your trust in God.  It is all mighty, mysterious and beyond our human comprehension.  When it’s over, when the storm has passed, when the wrestling is done, there is this sheer silence in your spirit that can be both unnerving and reassuring at the same time.

         So, what brought me to these passages you might ask? 

         I was about 7 or 8 years old when my Aunt Betty and Uncle Carmen; again, not a blood relative, but close friends of my parents that we called Aunt and Uncle, had a second child.  This child was different.  The baby had differently set eyes, and to me, an unusual looking smile.  My parents explain to my sister and I that David had something called Downs Syndrome.  I grew up with David.  David had a difficult time communicating.  His parents learned sign language and David did too.  Eventually, David began saying words, not complete sentences, but he got his needs and wants across to us.  Back then society called people like David retarded.  What a horrible word.  I’m glad that we don’t use it very much anymore. David never learned how to tie his own shoes.  David never learned the complete alphabet, although he knew how to spell his name.  David would never learn the scientific concept of earth’s gravitational pull on the moon or that the planets revolve around the sun.  Or many other normal tasks or other concepts that most people know or understand.  But that didn’t mean that David wasn’t smart.  If you asked him about any sports figure, he could rattle off every team they’d ever played on and their statistics.

         When people made fun of David or when he’d do something that you couldn’t communicate and explain to him that it was wrong, where do you put the blame?  It wasn’t until I was in Junior High or High School that it really began to bother me and set my faith foundation on a whirlwind trying to understand why God created people like David.  Why were people born blind, without limbs, unable to speak, with various syndromes?  Not long after beginning to formulate this question in my mind, setting off my faith foundation into a whirlwind of chaos, another dear friend of our families died from Leukemia.  It was the first time someone I knew had died.  So, then the questions began - why does God allow disease, illness?  Why did God want Aunt Grace to die? 

         I was in youth group one Wednesday afternoon when someone asked the question, the age-old question that people have been asking for thousands of years – why does God allow evil to exist in the world?  I wanted to know the answer to that and to all my other questions. 

For an answer, Rev Allen showed us the story in the gospel of John about the man born blind.  In the story, Jesus and the disciples were walking along and saw a man blind from birth.  The disciples asked Jesus who had sinned, the man or his parents that had caused his blindness.  Jesus’ answer to the disciples was this, “Neither the man, nor his parents sinned.  He was born blind so that God’s works might be revealed in him.”  He then spat on the ground and made a paste of mud, put it over the eyes of the blind man and he was able to see.

         For years this satisfied my early questioning, but there was a nagging problem in the back of my mind that burned, itched, and twisted and wanted resolution.  This story from scripture only satisfied that burn for so long.

         About ten years go by, I’ve graduated from college and seminary, I’ve been the pastor at three different churches, and that nagging remained in the back of my mind.  Why does God allow it?  What’s the cause?  Who’s to blame?  In 1994 I became a hospice chaplain.  As the Spiritual Care and Bereavement Coordinator I’d been at the bedside or been part of the hospice team of hundreds of dying patients.  Over the four years that I served in that capacity, I learned the gifts that the dying give us, so much so that I began to feel a bit more settled regarding that nagging question, why?  The answer Jesus gave his disciples seemed to fit – so that God’s works might be revealed in him.  The dying often reveal those amazing gifts to us when we view them impartially and objectively.  It’s much harder when the dying person is your own loved one.  But, even then, I learned the gifts that each person gives us.

In 1998, I went to be the pastor of the church in Leetsdale.  Over the next ten years, the Leetsdale church welcomed the neighborhood children.  And that neighborhood grew from the small town of Leetsdale to encompass lots more children from the surrounding communities.  In the early 2000’s Leetsdale was one of the fastest growing churches in our Presbytery.  On Sunday morning, there were often more children in worship than adults.  But, there’s a bit of a twist to this amazing story.  Of the kids in worship or part of our Kid’s Club after school program, fifty percent or more had a special need of some kind or another. 

During the children’s hour, while the main body of the adults were upstairs finishing worship, we’d hear utter chaos coming from the social hall below.  When Kid’s Club was over on Wednesday nights, I’d go home in total exhaustion, thankful to sit in silence for the rest of the evening.

Why did we have so many special needs kids?  Why did they keep coming?  How do we adequately handle so many of them?  As I wondered about that, the nagging question came back about my cousin David and all these kids.  Why did God allow it?  Why had God created them?

I sought answers to these questions with no real resolution until I read the story of Job.  And came to the end of the book when God answers Job.  How dare you question me?  Were you there?  Did you create?  Can you even fathom the depths?

It was only then that I realized I had been approaching this entire conundrum from the wrong perspective.  Out of the whirlwind, out of the chaos, came the sheer silence, and out of the silence I heard God’s still small voice and the answer.

Job’s answer was sufficient for me, as well, “I know that You can do all things, and that no purpose of yours can be thwarted.  I have uttered what I did not understand, things too wonderful for me, which I did not know.  I had heard of you by the hearing of the ear, but now my eye sees you”

That following Sunday, I looked around the sanctuary, heard the chaos of the morning grow as the kids came into the worship space, watched each of the children and actually saw God for the first time.  It was not for me to question why, instead it was simply my job and my church’s job to love, honor, respect, and to care for each and every one of these children that God had given us.  We were doing exactly what God had called us to do and we simply kept doing it.

Thanks be to God.  AMEN

Offertory –

Doxology –

Prayer of Dedication –

We come before you, all-giving God, rich with the gifts You have given to us, rich with the love You have lavished on us, rich with the blessings Your Son has brought to us.  The gifts we offer You here speak not only of our gratitude for Your love, but also of our commitment to seek anew and continuously to grow in our discipleship.  Bless these gifts, and us as givers, to the work for which You have called us; through Jesus Christ our Lord.  AMEN

Closing Hymn –          Farewell, Good Friends         #537 Blue

Benediction

Go in peace to serve the Lord.  Remember the healing love that has taken place in your life.  Be open to all the wonders and opportunities that God puts before you.  Go and serve the Lord.  AMEN.

Postlude

Sunday, September 22, 2024

Today's Worship Service - September 22, 2024

 

Worship Service for September 22, 2024

Prelude

Announcements:

Call to Worship

L:      Happy are those who follow the ways of the Lord.

P:      God’s ways are just and merciful.

L:      Those who follow God’s ways are continually nourished in faith.

P:      In all that they do, they prosper.

L:      Come, let us open our hearts to God’s compassionate love.

P:      Let us celebrate God’s mercy and justice.

 

Opening Hymn – Praise My Soul, the King of Heaven      #478 Blue

 

Prayer of Confession

O God, we live our lives as best we can – dealing with difficult relationships and situations, putting failures and disappointments behind us, and moving into each new day with as much energy, goodwill, and optimism as we can muster.  But here, right now, we seldom have the right answers, we seldom seek Your higher wisdom in our lives, we just move ahead.  Forgive us for not asking for Your insight.  Fill us with Your wisdom, that we may live lives of goodness and peace.  (Silent prayers are offered)  AMEN.

Assurance of Pardon

L:      This day the Lord reaches out to you in healing love and compassion.

P:      We give thanks to God, receiving the blessings which God has given us.  AMEN!

Gloria Patri

Affirmation of Faith/Apostles’ Creed

Pastoral Prayer and Lord’s Prayer

Hymn –     How Great Thou Art                     #467/147                             

Scripture Reading(s): 

First Scripture Reading – Psalm 1

Second Scripture Reading – Hebrews 11:1-11, 17-25, 29-40

Sermon –   By Faith

(based on Hebrews 11)

 

         A couple of weeks ago I began a series of sermons of the passages that have meant the most to my own faith journey, Scripture passages that have been instrumental in a transformational moment in my life.  For the past two weeks I concentrated on passages that came out of my Confirmation Class, passages that made me think, wonder, explore, test, and yes, even doubt a little bit about the interpretation and understanding of scripture by my early teachers of simple Bible Story lessons.  But, I came out believing even more.  It taught me critical thinking and contextual analysis of scripture.  But it wasn’t all just head stuff.  Several passages hit home about disobedience and sin, about cruelty and consequence as did others passages that spoke about divine love and acceptance, about mercy and justice.

Such is the case from this passage in Hebrews, one of my favorite passages, as it puts into context the purpose of those old Sunday School lessons and stories.  But it also gave me a sense of that Great Cloud of Witnesses that surround us all.  Each one of us bears the echoes of great people in our lives.  Each one of us bears the mark of someone who touched us in a powerful way.  It might be a mother or father, a grandparent, or an aunt or uncle.  It could be a neighbor who took you under his or her wing, or a teacher, a mentor that saw something in you that they helped nurture and positively influence.  The blessings of such people walking with us on our journey cannot be underestimated.

Such people come as mentors and partners.  They come willing to give of themselves, and they come eager for you to grow into who you are meant to become.  For me there were many such people for I have been most dearly and richly blessed by family and friend mentors along the way.  I think of my grandmother who mentored me in gardening and in understanding the concept of forgiveness.  I think of my mother who taught me unconditional love and perseverance; my father who taught me loyalty and sacrifice; my sister whom I will always admire for her intelligence and bravery; and I think of my early Christian mentors like Linda Jaberg and Chris Glaser who taught me the importance of justice and equality.  And there are so many others…

I’m gratefully blessed that most of those mentors are still here with me, but as I’ve gotten older, more and more of them will leave to experience their own rewards in heaven. 

         I’d like to tell you about a few of those mentors along the way – people of faith that shared their wisdom and their lives with me.  At about the same time period as my Confirmation Class – maybe a year earlier or later, my mom decided to go back to work.  But rather than do a boring office job, she decided to open up her own business, a gift shop.  An old barn and farming estate near our home was turned into a retail outlet called the Village Barn shops.  Often during the summer days, rather than sit still in the old Chicken Coop where mom’s shop was located, we were sent off on our own to explore.  One of the stores there was a gallery that presented people’s paintings and other works of art.  I remember the first time I met her, the woman who ran the gallery.  She had long salt and pepper wind-whipped hair that looked like she’d just come from a walk on the beach.  Her flowing gowns of various sheer layers were mismatched in color and style.  Her beads and jewelry were clunky and made clacking noises as she moved.  But just the aura about her was mesmerizing.  She warmly welcomed me and offered me to sit by her.  We chatted amicably; me a precocious 12-year-old and she an aging woman of 70 or 80.  She asked me a ton of questions and listened intently to anything I said.  She told me about her life.  She had traveled the world, seen wars in Ecuador, been through times of famine in India, had built wells in Africa, harvested bananas in Panama.  She talked about growing up in a castle and living in a mud hut.  She spoke about sailing on the ocean and climbing mountains.  She spoke about seeing Polar Bears in the Artic and Lions in the Serengeti.  She was an amazing storyteller, and I went with her in her memory or in her fantasy with each tale.  I went to her shop every chance I could, hoping to hear more of her stories.  One day she told me about her faith in God and how God had saved her from an abusive childhood to a rich life of excitement and wonder.  How God was in and part of everything, that God’s stamp was on the most delicate flower and in the heart of every child.

         One day, close to when school would be starting again, she took her two aged and gnarled hands, placed them on each side of my cheek, looked into my very soul and said, “You are a wonder, my little friend.  Don’t ever forget it.  You are a child of God.”  She was the first person that ever told me that.  I think every child should be told this, every child needs to hear it.

         Nearly 50 years later, I believe that by faith she rests in the arms of God, that her stories live on in the hearts of grown children like me who maybe saw the world for the first time, full of wonder and possibility and came to believe and know that they were children of God.

         The second person of faith that I want to tell you about is my grandmother.  My grandmother’s mother died when she was 9 years old.  Her father remarried and the new stepmother was like many of the fairytale stepmother’s – cruel to my grandmother.  Eventually, she ran away from home and went to live with her own grandmother.  When she was in her early 20’s, a married man came along and swept her off her feet, divorced his wife and married her.  They had two children.  When those children were 5 and 9, he died of a heart attack.  They had lived beyond their means and she was left with enormous debt.  She went back to work, tried to raise two girls on her own, eventually remarried a man who ended up being a carouser and abuser.  In the 1950’s she again struck out on her own and divorced him.

         When I was a young teenager I’d go and work with her in her garden.  She used to tell me many stories of loss and grief.  Those early ones that shaped a person, as well as later ones that proved a person’s character.  My grandmother was one of the strongest and most independent women I’d ever known, but in her garden, tilling the soil, moving rocks, and planting flowers, there was a softer side to her too.  She told me of her deep heartaches and her need to forgive those who’d hurt her.  It was from her that I learned the art of forgiveness – how it reshapes a person’s heart, removes the burdens of pain, and releases the soul to joy.  By faith, she now rests with God, has been made whole, and is standing in her savior’s presence full of that wonderful joy she had once hoped for on this side of heaven.

The third person of faith that I want to tell you about is my mom. This is a story about her and her cousin, Joanne.  Just to give you some background information about them: They are not blood-related cousins, my mother’s mother married her father’s brother.  However, they had known each other in school from the time that they were ten.  So, my mom and her new cousin by marriage have known each other for over 80 years.  They have gone through lots of ups and downs together.  Through failed marriages, difficult parents, losses, putting up with each other’s eccentricities. 

In the mid-20th Century mom became a member of the First United Presbyterian Church in West Chester and invited her cousin Joanne to join with her.  Joanne went to a couple of catechism classes, but dropped out.  Over the years, my mother’s quiet invitation for Joanne to join her at church continued.  She would find excuses to have her come – Visitor Sundays, my sister and I in plays, choir, my ordination service, other special events.  She would come, sit in the back, enjoy the event, but wouldn’t return.  In times of crisis my mom would often ask Joanne about her faith.  “Oh, you know I don’t believe in all that stuff.  I mean, I believe in God, but I don’t believe it the way you do”, was Joanne’s constant refrain.  From time-to-time mom would find ways of bringing up Christianity without being offensive and would try and answer Joanne’s questions.

At 70 years old, Joanne joined a Bible Study for the first time, began asking my mother questions constantly and told her that she now believes in Jesus Christ, “the way my mom does” but, at the time, felt that she had a lot of catching up to do.  Shortly before Christmas of that year she began asking questions about joining a church.

60 years of being a witness.  Oftentimes my mother would say that she doesn’t know why she continues to try and be a witness to Joanne.  “It’s hopeless” she’d say, “I don’t know why I do it.  There’s just something that keeps telling me to offer every now and then.”  60 years of being a witness.  No evangelism by knocking on doors.  No constant harping on someone’s inadequacies because they aren’t a Christian.  No soapbox preaching.  Just this foundational, quiet witness that took 60 years to grow.  How many of us have that kind of love, fortitude, and diligence?  That’s my mother.

By faith, she will one day, too, receive her crown of glory for the woman God created her to be.

Friends, by faith, God has called you to share your life of abundance, to retell your stories with those you love, and to live fully in the presence of this day in all its joys and burdens.

Thanks be to God.

AMEN

Offertory –

Doxology –

Prayer of Dedication –

Closing Hymn –  Lord, Make Us More Holy          #536  Blue

Benediction

Postlude

Sunday, September 15, 2024

Today's Worship Service - Sunday, September 15, 2024

 

Worship Service for September 15, 2024

Prelude

Announcements:

Call to Worship

L:      O God, we come into Your courts with praise and thanksgiving!

P:      We come in celebration and song.

L:      We come into Your courts with praise and thanksgiving!

P:      We come as those who have received blessing upon blessing.

L:      We come into Your courts with praise and thanksgiving!

P:      We come in celebration and song.

 

Opening Hymn – Holy, Holy, Holy        #138/3

 

Prayer of Confession

We confess that we find Your medicine hard to swallow.  The quick fixes of this world are so much more pleasant, leaving us free to go back to our usual routines.  But Your medicine is powerful.  And if we take it, it will remake and renew our lives.  It will re-orient us to You and to You alone.  Turn us toward Your love for justice and true worship.  Forgive our sins, for which You weep.  Forgive our hesitation.  Grant us courage to choose You as our physician of the soul, and to serve You and You alone.  (Silent prayers are offered)  AMEN.

Assurance of Pardon

L:      The God of salvation, the God who weeps for us and for our world, is the God whose compassion comes speedily to meet us, and to forgive us.

P:      Thanks be to God for this saving faith.  AMEN!

 

Gloria Patri

Affirmation of Faith/Apostles’ Creed

Pastoral Prayer and Lord’s Prayer

Hymn –     Open My Eyes that I May See         #324/563

Scripture Reading:

First Scripture Reading – Genesis 3:20-4:17

Second Scripture Reading – Mark 8:28-37

Sermon

Garden of Eden vs. Land of Nod

(based on Genesis 3:20-4:17)

 

         Last week I began a series on the scripture passages that have made a transformational impact on my faith journey which started when I was about 12 years old.  This series will include passages from my Confirmation Class all the way up to about a year when I found passages with a new interpretation.  Last week, I began that series with my Confirmation Class and the very beginning text of Genesis.  Genesis, Chapters 1 and 2 included two different creation stories and the impact that those two different stories had on my interpretation of scripture, understanding of scripture, and the relationship between scripture and the world we live in.  It was extremely impactful during those formative years of faith.

But, there was more to come.  Week 2 in our Confirmation Class comes around and all I’ve been thinking about for a week was the idea that maybe that first Day 1, Day 2 Creation Story that I’d always been taught wasn’t the only truth about Creation.  Perhaps the second story we read in Chapter 2 was also true even though it told a very different order and even timeline of when and how things were created. 

Our homework assignment was to finish reading Chapter 2 and to read Chapter 3 about the disobedience of Adam and Eve.  During the second class, we spent the majority of our time talking about this original sin.  About Adam and Eve being thrown out of the Garden of Eden and their penalty for having disobeyed God.  In class we talked about our own disobedience and how the rebellious nature of ours to “do our own thing” regardless of what God wants for us could be traced all the way back to the beginning of time.  That this was now part of our DNA, to rebel against God.  Hmmm..

I thought about that.  And, I had problems with that, too.  If sin was just a personality problem or something that you could change, then it could be something that you could work on like changing the style of your hair.  Junior High was that time in life when you experimented on things like that.  A lot of the boys in my class were getting perms and suddenly having curly hair.  I thought about it briefly, but realized I’d just look stupid, as most of them did, too.  But, if sin was part of our DNA, then there wasn’t anything I could do about it, like there wasn’t anything I could do about how short or tall I’d become.  How tall or short I’d grow was already determined for me by my DNA – which as most of my peers were beginning to soar over me, I really did wish I could change.  But, if sin was like that then there wasn’t anything I could about being bad or making poor choices or…sinning.  Then why bother trying to be good if I couldn’t “control” myself?  Well, that didn’t make any sense, and I didn’t like that idea at all – not for me and not for society, in general.  In my mind that only created a doomsday kind of mentality.  And I remembered reading in other places of scripture, particularly in the New Testament, that Christ taught us lessons about making better choices, about being more holy, about our Sunday School Teachers telling us to be more like Christ.  So, in that sense, sin had to be a choice, just like being good had to be a choice.  And if that was true, than the fall of Adam and Eve the original sin of disobedience, wasn’t written into our DNA, as the curriculum would have us believe.

My head and heart mulled over this for the next week.

Then came week three.

         During the 3rd week we were reading Genesis 4 and the story of Cain and Abel.  About Cain killing his brother Abel due to jealousy – how God accepted Abel’s sacrifice, but found Cain’s sacrifice wanting.  I had questions about that, too, but skipped over that for the moment.  Because  there it was, perhaps the proof that sin really is written into our DNA, the story of Cain and Abel, the very next story in scripture after Adam and Eve are thrown out of the Garden of Eden, we have this story of sin.  There was a cross-reference to a passage in Romans 3:10 and passages from various Psalms.  “None is righteous, no not one; no one understands, no one seeks for God.  All have turned aside, together they have gone wrong; no one does good, not even one.”  We began learning a little bit about John Calvin during week two, as well.  I don’t remember much of that any longer, all I remember is that he was sited as the Father of Presbyterianism and that he had an understanding of human beings as totally depraved.

         I daydreamed in class.  I thought of some of the other familiar stories I’d learned in all those Sunday School Classes, VBS lessons, and kid’s club meetings.  Two of my favorites were Noah and the Ark and Joseph and his coat of many colors.  I quickly turned a few chapters ahead as the class was discussing this total depravity idea.  Chapter 6: “But Noah found favor in the eyes of the Lord…Noah was a righteous man, blameless in his generation.”  The previous year our entire Sunday School had done a rendition of Joseph and His Amazing Technicolor Dream Coat.  I couldn’t remember Joseph doing anything wrong either.  Everyone around him did bad things to him, but he was also righteous, blameless.

         I came back to the present and the class was discussing Cain and Abel.  My conclusion, Cain made a choice.  No one forced his hand to kill his brother, it wasn’t written into his DNA to kill his brother.  No, he got mad and chose to kill his brother.  Just like when I got mad at my sister when I was younger and chose to do something not nice to her.  As I got older, I was learning to make better choices.

         Nope, regardless of our depravity, we choose sin, just like we choose to do good.  These Confirmation Class lessons were putting me in a bad mood.  I felt like a was struggling against each and every lesson, against what the curriculum was teaching us, against what the Sunday School teachers were saying.

         Mr. Matthews could tell, I guess from my body language, that I wasn’t buying it.  So, he asked, “Walter, what do you think?”  I said, “I don’t agree, I think we have a choice.  I don’t think sin is written into our DNA, I think we choose whether to be good or not, just like Adam and Eve chose to eat from the tree.  Nothing changed about that when we were banished from the Garden of Eden.  Cain was mad at his brother and chose to do something harmful to him.  We have the very same choice each and every moment.  Maybe it became harder because we know more, perhaps because we know that we have choices.  But, no, I think we get to choose.”

         Mr. Matthews was smiling and nodding, then said, “Ok, everyone, your homework assignment this week is to write an argument based on scripture whether or not we choose to sin.”  Most of my classmates grumbled and looked at me glaringly.

         But, class wasn’t done yet.  We continued to read into Chapter 4

When Cain complains to God about being afraid of being killed by other people because of what he’d done, God reassures him that no harm would ever come to him as he’d mark him for safety, my ears picked up a little and something again inside me started to crank.  Another question, a problem, was just on the periphery of forming and we get to verse 16, where Cain went away from the presence of the Lord, and settled in the Land of Nod, east of Eden.  And here it comes, verse 17, “Cain knew his wife, and she conceived and bore Enoch.”

         Wait, full stop – Where did Cain’s wife come from?  More importantly, if Adam and Eve were the first people on earth and they only had two sons Cain and Abel and one of them is now dead, where did all these other people come from?

         I make an audible sigh.  I don’t remember reading scripture to be this hard.  What in the world was going on?  I wanted to go back to the simple Sunday School lessons that made sense, that were easy.  What bible had I been reading all this time?

         Tentatively, my hand goes up.  Mr. Matthews looks at me, “I know what you’re going to ask.”  He sighs, “Go ahead.”  Taking a deep breath, hoping there was an easy explanation, hoping that this was explained somewhere else in scripture that I just didn’t remember reading, “Where did Cain’s wife come from?  And this land of Nod, where did all those people come from?”

         Mr. Matthews says, “That would be a great question to ask Rev. Allen.”

         At coffee hour that Sunday morning, I again, get a cup of juice and a cookie, find my sister and look for my parents.  This time, they are talking to both Dal Matthews AND Rev. Allen.

         Rev. Allen says to me, as I approach, “So, it sounds like you have a bunch of questions from Confirmation Class.”  I nod my head and tentatively say, “I do.”  “Why don’t you come by my office some day after school next week.  Okay?”  Rev. Allen looks at my mom and says, “Call the church office and make an appointment.”  He looks at me and says, “I’ll see you next week.”

         Thursday afternoon, I’m in Rev. Allen’s office. 

I start by saying, “Ok, so far, I really just have one question, I’m working the other ones out on my own.”

“Ok, what is it?” he asks.

“In Genesis, chapter 4, we read that after Cain killed his brother Abel because he was jealous of him or angry at God for not accepting his sacrifice and I guess I have a question about that too, but the more important question is this; Cain found a wife in the land of Nod – where did his wife come from?”

“Well,” Rev Allen began, “the short answer is that nobody really knows because the Bible itself doesn’t tell us.  The longer answer is more complicated because various theologians and scholars have come up with basically two main ideas.  The first idea is that Adam and Eve had many children, but only some of them were named like Cain and Abel and you’ll also read about Seth who came later.  The reason why these children are named and perhaps not others is because these children had a role to play in the formation of the Israelites, the people of God.  It’s extremely important to the Jewish faith that they can trace their roots back to Adam and Eve.  There are lists of these family trees in several places in the Bible.  You’ve probably already read the first list in Genesis and there will be more of them.  There’s also a long list in Matthew for the heritage of Mary and Joseph.  Also, in scripture, they rarely list any girl’s names.  It’s always just the boys.  Again, this was just due to the culture.  Adam and Eve lived a very long time, something like 800 years, so imagine how many children they might have had, then how many children their children had and so on and so forth.  Back then, their directive from God was to be fruitful and multiply, so it was okay for relatives to marry and have children together.  Eventually, those relatives became more and more distant from one another.

The second main idea is that perhaps Adam and Eve were simply representatives of the first man and first woman.  If you look at the Hebrew meaning of their names this becomes a logical possibility.  Adam, whose name in Hebrew comes from the word Adamah, means “dirt”.  Adam then means “son of the dirt”.  God took the dirt and breathed life into it.  And Eve in Hebrew means “to give life”.  If you remember, Adam called her that because she became the mother of all living.  Perhaps they just represented all the first men and first women that God created to populate the earth.  That is certainly a more complicated answer, but one that I think you can ponder about.

The Bible doesn’t hold the answers to everything.  It’s not a science book or a history book.  It’s more than that.  The Bible is a book about our faith and about our relationship to God.  Because of that, it’s full of stories about people and their relationships to God and to one another and the lessons we learn about those relationships and the people they were.  Some will be good and some will be bad.  The important point to remember will be how those stories and those relationships were resolved.  Keep in mind two things; one, what was the point of the story and two, in the end what was their relationship to God.”

Because of Rev. Allen’s explanation for me that day, I’ve been a critical thinker of the Bible since I was 12.  It helped me put the whole purpose of the Bible in perspective and helped shape my faith.

May the words of this sermon and the meditation of my heartfelt offering be a boon to your spirit and to your own growth in faith.  Thanks be to God.  AMEN.

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Closing Hymn –          Now Thank We All Our God         #555/788

Benediction

Postlude