FIRST PRESBYTERIAN CHURCH, ATLANTA, GEORGIA

Sermon by Dr. George Bryant Wirth

 

November 18, 2007

 

THE WAY WE NEVER WERE

 

Scripture:  Genesis 25 and 27 (Selected Verses)

 

Text:  This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you (John 15:12)

 

INTRODUCTION

 

In the summer of 1942, Norman Rockwell, already one of America’s best known and most popular painters, created a series of posters that were published the following year on the cover of the Saturday Evening Post called “The Four Freedoms.”  Rockwell painted them “to do his part,” he said, during the painful years of World War II.  He hoped that “The Freedom to Worship,” “The Freedom from Fear,” “The Freedom of Speech,” and around Thanksgiving of 1943, “The Freedom from Want,” would inspire and encourage Americans to stay the course and to remember what we were fighting for.

 

When I first saw those paintings at the High Museum in November of 1999, this one in particular, “The Freedom from Want,” caught my attention.  Surely, you all have seen it, showing a family gathered around the table on Thanksgiving Day.  And as the glowing grandparents present the turkey, everyone is smiling with gratitude and great anticipation of the feast.

 

This painting depicts a perfect-looking family, and although it is one of my favorites in the Rockwell collection, it is also one of the most difficult pictures to live up to – because this image of perfection in any family just doesn’t measure up in reality.

 

I

 

I am holding in my hand the Christmas card from the Wirth family in 1962.  My father had just been called as the preacher of an old historic Presbyterian church in Bucks County outside of Philadelphia, and that same year, I went off (actually was sent off) to The Stony Brook School in Long Island as a boarding student.

 

Our Christmas family photo shows my father Robert sitting in the living room chair holding his Bible, with my mother Emily next to him and my brother Paul standing behind them.  Nearby are my sisters Rebecca and Priscilla and out grandmother, Lettie Morrison, whom we called Gammy, but I am not in the picture.

 

Why?  Well, I had gotten into some trouble during my first semester away at school – nothing serious like arson or armed robbery.  But I had broken some of the rules and played a few pranks, including putting an alarm clock in the pulpit of our chapel one Sunday morning, which turned out to be a bit mistake!

 

I accumulated so many demerits that I had to stay on campus for detention and work projects, making it impossible to get home for the family photograph just before Thanksgiving.  My parents (rest their souls) gave me their forgiveness, but it was hard to explain why their first-born son was not included in the Christmas card picture.

 

And we weren’t the only family in America growing up in the 1940’s, 50’s and early 60’s who struggled with that less-than-perfect reality.  Those of us who watched the television shows like Father Knows Best, Ozzie and Harriet and Leave it to Beaver, somehow knew that the model family being projected on our TV screens wasn’t altogether true.

 

A great deal of research has been done since then, including two books written by Stephanie Coontz, who teaches history and family studies at the Evergreen State University in Olympia, Washington.  One is entitled “The Way We Never Were: American Families and the Nostalgia Trap” (1992, Revised in 2000, Basic Books), and the other is “The Way We Really Are: Coming to Terms With America’s Changing Families” (1997, Basic Books).

 

In summary, this insightful author describes the painful realities of family life behind the scenes and gradually emerging publicly during those decades – the rising divorce rate, alcohol abuse, economic disparity, racial inequality, domestic violence, the myth of self-reliance – and in the 1960’s, a surge in teenage drug addiction, the pervasive fear of communism, a growing inclination toward materialism, and the deaths and disabilities that touched far too many families during the Viet Nam War – all of which has left a legacy behind for us to deal with today.

 

To be sure, there were many good things, meaningful moments and joyful times that happened in our families across this country forty, fifty, sixty years ago.  That Norman Rockwell painting shows people who wanted to be happy, loving, faithful, forgiving and kind.  But “Freedom from Want” was not the reality for everyone, and most of us needed more support and stability in our families than we were able to find.

 

So to idealize and idolize those “golden years” of days gone by is going to leave us short of what we really want and need today and in the days that are yet to be.

 

II

 

Some people say, “Why can’t we go back to the way it used to be, to the family values in the Bible?”  In fact, one person in great frustration with what’s going on in this country today, said that to me just a couple of weeks ago.

 

I wanted to agree, but what I know is that the families in the Bible, from Genesis to Revelation, fall far short of the expectations that we modern day folks put on them.

 

Take for example the family described in Genesis, chapter 25, beginning with verse 19.  When Isaac, the son of Abraham and Sarah and the child of the covenant God made with them for the future of all generations – when Isaac and his wife Rebekah were barren, he prayed to the Lord and she conceived.  But the Bible says that God told her:

 

Two nations are in your womb, and two peoples, born of you, shall be divided; the one shall be stronger than the other, and the elder shall serve the younger (Genesis 25:22-23).

 

There is no record that Rebekah revealed those words to Isaac, and sure enough, when the two brothers Essau and Jacob were born, one was favored over the other.

 

At the end of Genesis 25, Jacob winds up with the birthright, and if you read on into chapter 27, he and his mother trick both the father Isaac and the brother Essau out of the blessing which was due to the older son.  Then in verse 41 we read these tragic and traumatic words: Essau hated Jacob because of the blessing with which his father had blessed him, and Essau said to himself, The days of mourning for my father are approaching.  Then I will kill my brother Jacob, which cast fear into the heart of Rebekah, who sent her son Jacob off to the Land of Haran to live with her brother Laban (Genesis 27:42-45).

 

Craig Barnes who teaches at Pittsburgh Theological Seminary, has written many books, including “Hustling God,” about Jacob and Essau and their relatives in the Book of Genesis.  He writes this about the family we are being re-introduced to today:

 

          “This family doesn’t look like a blessing.  Jacob and Essau had struggled with each other from before the day they were born.  Their parent’s marriage has been reduced to trying to outwit each other in giving advantages to their favorite sons and resentment is breeding among all of them.  This family is as dysfunctional as they come in the Bible.”  (From “Hustling God” by Craig Barnes, Pages 33-34)

 

Now that doesn’t sound like the family values that most people think are found in the Bible.  And the truth is that no Biblical family, from Genesis to Revelation, lives up completely to the expectation of perfection that we have laid on them, especially in the midst of the political battles and culture wars that we have been waging across this nation.

 

Our friend Barbara Brown Taylor, the Episcopal priest and author who teaches at Piedmont College, has described it this way in her book “Gospel Medicine”:

 

          “Those of us who listen to television talk shows hear a lot about ‘family values,’ especially during an election season.  More and more, people blame the breakdown of the family for the growing list of our social problems: for crime and unemployment, for moral lassitude and mental illness.  The family is where children learn values, people say.  If children do not learn about honesty, hard work, responsibility and faith from their mothers and fathers, chances are that no one else will be able to teach them those things.  When families break down, values break down.  When values break down, families break down.  So everyone is all for ‘family values,’ although no one can say what that means exactly.”  (From “Gospel Medicine” by Barbara Brown Taylor, Cowley Publications, 1995)

 

It seems to me that we are searching for that meaning today.  And as another presidential election year is beginning to escalate, I am reminded of what Dr. Donald Browning said in the Stone Lectures delivered at Princeton Seminary more than 15 years ago:  “The family is and will continue to be the cultural hot potato in this decade of the 1990’s and beyond.”

 

That may be so, but no government official, no lobby group, no religious organization, no legislative act and no presidential candidate will have more of an impact on family values than we ourselves in our own homes.  Because the real responsibility for relationships in the family depends on you and on me as we live together and love one another just as the Lord Jesus instructed us to:  Love one another as I have loved you He said, and He meant it (John 15:12).

 

CONCLUSION

 

Now if the responsibility of family life were left to us alone, we would make a mess of it, and so we have in so many ways.  But if we believe as Christians that the love of God and the life-changing power of Jesus Christ is available to us in our hearts and homes, then and only then can we become the kind of family that the Lord has called us to be.

 

So let me tell you one final story about the family that I grew up in, a story that you’ve heard before.  It’s my own story and it has shaped me more than almost anything else.  When I finally got home for Thanksgiving, our family would sit around the table together, but there was always an extension on the table because my mother invited others to come join us, and I didn’t like it because they made me uncomfortable.

 

One was named Cora.  She was in her sixties and she suffered from mental illness.  My mother loved her and invited her every Thanksgiving.  Another was named John.  He was the dog catcher and he was an alcoholic trying to go straight.  He called my mother Auntie Em.  Somebody had punched him in the mouth and knocked his teeth out, and I was embarrassed sitting at the table with him.  There was another named Jean who came with her mother Harriet.  Jean had muscular dystrophy; she was in a wheelchair and was spasmodic.  I tried to stay clear of her.  And there was a man named Big Jim who had been released from prison.  We were never told what he had done, and he was kind of quiet and didn’t say much.  I was embarrassed, being there with all of them.  They made me uncomfortable, and I didn’t like it – every Thanksgiving.

 

And then sadly, my mother at the age of 51, died of cancer.  The family had moved to Akron, Ohio by then.  It was a big service and I was asked to deliver the eulogy which I was glad and grateful to do.  As I looked out at my family sitting in the front pews, I noticed right behind them were Cora and John and Jean in the aisle in her wheelchair, with her mother Harriet and Big Jim, and tears were coming down their faces.  And I realized what an incredible gift my mother had given to me and to all the others in our family – the gift of hospitality and the deep and abiding reality that everyone was welcome around that table and no one was to be left out.

 

So as we come to Thanksgiving, and prepare to sit around the table with family members and friends, let me leave you with three suggestions which I hope and pray are not only Biblical but will be helpful to all of us, and the first is to

 

Look and Discern – Look with open eyes as you recognize the family members and friends as those people in our lives whom God has given to us there around the table, and remember that we belong to them and they belong to us, just as Jesus said it should be when two or three (or more) gather together in His name.  Look and discern who they are, and then…

 

Listen and Learn – Pay attention to those who we say are supposed to be closest to us – find out what is happening in their lives and celebrate the good times…but also be prepared to discover the pain and despair that will require something more from you than just a hug or a handshake that says hello.  And finally…

 

Love and Return – Show your love, share your love with them and as you return thanks to God for them, offer to them what they need the most – acceptance and affirmation, forgiveness and reconciliation, and the joyful celebration of relationships that are meant to last a lifetime.

 

You see, God is giving us the opportunity this Thanksgiving to love one another as He, through Jesus Christ, loves us.  Time is too short, and people are too precious to miss that opportunity.  So don’t miss it – don’t miss it!  And if anybody is going to take a photograph, please make sure that everybody is included in the picture.

 

In the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit.  Amen.