FIRST PRESBYTERIAN CHURCH, ATLANTA, GEORGIA

 

Sermon by Rev. Christopher E. Moore-Keish

Parish Visitor, Care Ministry

 

August 31, 2008

 

Where There Is Fire – There is Smoke

Scripture: Exodus 3:1-6; 1 Corinthians 12:12-31

 

            In June my family and I boarded a Delta Airlines 767 bound for Bangalore, India.  For over seven weeks we all lived in awe of the other worldliness of India.  Its sights, its sounds and its smells were amazing.

          Every morning at 4:30 a.m. we were awakened by the Muslim call to prayer blaring out of speakers perched high atop the masques’ minarets in our neighborhood.  “Allah Akhbar”,  “God is Great” filled the silence and stillness of the early morning air.  Not only were the words “Allah Akhbar” a call to prayer to the faithful; they also aroused the sleeping city of Bangalore.  Families that make their homes on the sidewalks and streets of Bangalore began lighting fires to cook the morning rice, or to boil water for chai and coffee.  Slowly the smell of the cooking fire smoke blanketed the waking city as its inhabitants brushed the sleep from their eyes.  You couldn’t help smell the smoke as it hung on the gentle morning breeze.  During these early morning hours I would often muse “where there is fire, there is smoke.”

          The Muslim call to prayer also seemed to awaken the trucks and buses in Bangalore that belched plumes of black diesel exhaust into the air.  Yellow and black painted auto rickshaws taxis also broke the silence and darted in and out of traffic picking up customers and dropping them off at their destinations.  Unfortunately these auto rickshaws are all powered by two cycle engines, no larger than a John Deer lawn mower, and they constantly spew out a grayish-blue exhaust from their tail pipes.  My six year old daughter Fiona once said to me while we sat in traffic breathing a cloud of this noxious exhaust, “Daddy, this smoke can’t be good for our lungs or the environment.”  “No it can’t.”  I responded.

          There are many things I miss in India: the food, the amazing hospitality and friendliness of the Indian people, the sacred cows freely wandering the streets, the temple elephants, and my wife Martha whom we left behind in Bangalore to finish her research, but I don’t miss the smoke.

          When I was a child, the story of Moses and the burning bush, which I read moments ago, baffled me not because of the voice of God being heard by Moses or the bush ablaze. What left me scratching my head, when I still had hair, was that artists always seemed to leave out the smoke in their paintings.  Come on, we all know that where there is fire, there is smoke.  But the smoke was always missing.  So where was the smoke?

Now let’s fast forward 35 years later, when I discovered that the lectionary passage for this Sunday was the story of Moses and the burning bush. My childhood question “where was the smoke?” flooded my memory.  The difference today is that I think I have an answer to that childhood question, I think I have found the smoke.

But before I give you my answer, I’m going to need you to stretch your theological imaginations and think this through with me.  I think there was smoke from the burning bush, not in the form of a billowing byproduct caused from burning wood, but rather in the form of Moses and the Israelites who would later set out to blanket the land with hope filled hearts as they made their way to a land promised to them, a land flowing with milk and honey.  Now understand that I’m taking some creative license with this interpretation.

Do you recall another time when God came to the faithful as fire without any noticeable smoke at first sight?  We have a stained glass window in our own sanctuary celebrating that event.  We read in the Book of Acts about Pentecost when, “…suddenly from heaven there came a sound like the rush of a violent wind, and it filled the entire house where (the disciples) were sitting.  Divided tongues, as of fire, appeared among them, and a tongue rested on each of them.”[1]  In reading this passage, the fire is there, but where is the smoke?  Our own stained glass window has the flame but are void of any smoke.  God’s presence in the burning bush kindled a flame in the heart of Moses, giving him the strength to lead his people.  God’s same presence burned brightly in the hearts of the disciples of Jesus on that first Pentecost.  And symbolically the disciples of Jesus Christ throughout the generations became like smoke carrying the good news “to Jerusalem, to all of Judea and Samaria[2] to Geneva Switzerland, Edinboro, Scotland, Atlanta, Georgia and to Bangalore, India.              

          Friends, through the witness of others and the presence of the Holy Spirit in this place, a flame is kindled within our hearts and we, like so many disciples before us and beside us, join together to become something bigger than ourselves.  We have become like smoke that has blanketed the earth, sharing the good news of Jesus Christ “to (all) the ends of the earth.”[3]

While visiting India, my daughters and I began saying the word Namaste to people we met.  This word Namaste is a common greeting which has a number of different meanings.   Some say the word means “I honor the Spirit in you which is also in me.”  Others say Namaste means “That which is of the Divine in me greets that which is of the Divine in you.”  For the Christian church the word has come to mean, “I see the light of God that burns in you.”  This Namaste light for the Christians in India is understood as the presence of the Holy Spirit, the same Spirit that we affirm is present in baptism, present when two or three are gathered in Jesus name, the same Spirit that draws together our various God given gifts to form the one body of Christ.  As a transformed and gifted people we are then empowered by the Holy Spirit to spread like smoke, carrying the Good News of Jesus Christ.

          When I was reading our New Testament passage from I Corinthians chapter 12, my memory flashed back to Fred Rogers, of Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood. Apparently Mr. Rogers loved First Corinthians 12, because he used it as a text for one of his well-known songs:

 

“Everything grows together,

because you’re all one piece.

The head grows as the neck grows

as the shoulders grow

as the rest of you grows,

because you’re all one piece.”

 

You’re all one piece.  This is what Paul is also saying to the Corinthian church.  You are all one body—all one piece—baptized in the one Spirit.  Jews and Greeks, slaves and free, Democrats and Republicans, NASCAR fans (like me) and well non-NASCAR fans like my wife – all of us are united in the one body of Christ.

          It sounds simple.  We’re all one body, all one piece.  However when Paul sings his song to the Corinthian church, he hears two dissonant voices in response. 

          First the foot says, “because I am not a hand, I do not belong to the body.”  The ear says, “because I am not an eye, I do not belong to the body.”  These particular extremities felt unwanted, unnecessary, dispensable.  They obviously felt they did not have any gifts to offer.    

We like to label certain people as “gifted.”  Many schools have “gifted and talented programs” for children who meet certain criteria of “giftedness.” The implication, of course, is that the other children, the rest of us, aren’t “gifted” at all.

          I wouldn’t be surprised if many of us here have never been labeled “gifted” by some higher authority. We’re just normal folks who trudge through life without fame or acclaim. Or are we?

          Of course not.  As members of the body of Christ, we have been gifted by the Holy Spirit.  Paul says to the Corinthians that the Spirit of God is building up the body of Christ through a variety of gifts, to include the utterance of wisdom, knowledge, and faith, the gifts of healing and the working of miracles.  Paul stresses again and again that the whole church is necessary for this work, and every member has a gift.

          Along these lines, I remember hearing for years a quote that was attributed to the South African leader Nelson Mandela, but recently I discovered that these words were actually written by Marianne Williamson a New York Times bestselling author.  The words themselves are ones that could have been spoken by Mandela, or even by Paul himself in response to the downtrodden feet and ears of the Corinthian church:

I quote “We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”[4]

“If the whole body were an eye, where would the hearing be?  If the whole body were hearing, where would the sense of smell be?  If all were a single member, where would the body be?”  Each member: hands, feet, ears, and eyes, each member has a gift and none is dispensable.

          But Paul hears another inharmonious voice in response.  The eye suddenly says to the hand, “I have no need of you.”  The head says to the feet, “I have no need of you.”  Rather than thinking too little of their gifts, these self-important appendages are quite sure that they can go it alone.  Why would the head need those stinky feet?  Surely the body can get along fine without them.  The head and the eyes are, after all, the most important members of the body.  Their gifts trump all the others.

          The problem is: if we had no feet, we could not get anywhere.  All the members, with all of their varied gifts, are necessary for the good of the whole.

Have any of you ever taken a spiritual gift inventory questionnaire to determine your particular gifts?  I have to confess that I am leery of these discernment tools.

          The basic problem is that we cannot discern our gifts alone.  We need one another to be able to tell what our particular gifts are.  Only in the context of community do our gifts emerge and become clear. 

And more than that, only in the context of community are our gifts developed.  Take the gift of generosity. How could we possibly cultivate such a gift in isolation?  How could Craig, Kacy, Kevin or I cultivate or nurture a gift for preaching while alone—in a closet, or on a desert island, without a congregation? 

All of us here in this community of faith we call First Presbyterian Church help to discern and develop one another’s particular spiritual gifts.  None of us could ever do this alone.  It is with our help that Brendan Lamb and Camden Nalley will be guided and nurtured by our love, prayers and encouragement, we made that promise to them during their baptisms.  It is our responsibility to help them discern and develop their God given spiritual gifts.  God knows what the power of love, prayers and encouragement can do in the lives of others.  Our own Allison Per-Lee the Director of Youth Ministries will begin taking Master of Divinity classes this week at Columbia Theological Seminary.  Allison could not have awakened one morning and said, “Hey! I am enormously humble!  I am so sensitive and compassionate! I need to go and be a leader in the body of Christ!”  This rarely happens, and when it does, it’s usually a sign of delusion.  We have all been the ones to show Allison who she is able to be, we have prayed for her, we have encouraged and supported her.  We have helped to cultivate her gifts among us and hopefully with a little help from Columbia Seminary she will be equipped after her studies to serve Jesus Christ as an ordained Presbyterian minister.  It is only in the context of a community of faith—like this one—that such discernment of gifts can take place.

          But Paul has more to say to those members of the body who claim not to need the others.  He says to those who look down on the “feet”: “the members of the body that seem to be weaker are indispensable, and those members of the body that we think less honourable we clothe with greater honour, and our less respectable members are treated with greater respect.”  It is not enough to say simply that all members of the body are equal, but that, in the topsy-turvy logic of the gospel, those members of the body that the world deems less respectable are actually treated with more respect.  The last shall be first, and the first shall be last.   

 Some in the body will say “I do not belong.” I am not gifted.  Others will say, “I have no need of you.”  I have all the gifts.  Paul says to both, “No. Each of you has a gift, but none of you has all of the gifts.”  The body of Christ needs all of us, all of its member’s together, young and old and those in between.  We are called to transform and be transformed, to help one another recognize the gifts that God has given us and empower one another to use those gifts to strengthen and build up the body of Christ.  Friends, I have witnessed the love, wisdom and healing in this place, we are all gifted members of the body of Christ and empowered by the Holy Spirit we are called to spread like smoke, carrying the Good News of Jesus Christ, to places like Jerusalem and Judea, Atlanta, Georgia and Bangalore, India.  Amen.



[1] Acts 2:2-3.

[2] Acts 1:8.

[3] Acts 1:8

[4]Marianne Williamson,  “A Return To Love” (1992)