FIRST PRESBYTERIAN CHURCH, ATLANTA, GEORGIA

Sermon by Dr. George Bryant Wirth

 

September 21, 2008

 

CHRIST AT THE CENTER: THE FAMILY OF FAITH

BLOOD BROTHERS AND SISTERS

 

Scripture:  Genesis 16:1-11, 13-16, 21:1-14; Matthew 5:38-48

 

INTRODUCTION

 

When candidates of our political parties running for election refer to the “family values” in the Bible, sometimes I wonder if any of them have ever read the Book of Genesis.  Because, together with the good stories about faith and fidelity, love and loyalty, hope and hospitality mixed in with joy and generosity, it doesn’t take long before the relationships in Abraham and Sarah’s family tree branch off into deceit and dissension, anger and aggression and jealousy infecting the following generations, all fueled and fired up by revenge and retaliation.

 

So it was, almost 4000 years ago, as the descendants of Sarah and Abraham tried to find their way in the Promised Land and struggled to lay down the foundations of The Family of Faith to which we belong today.

 

I

 

A brief synopsis from the Book of Genesis looks something like this:

 

Chapter 16 reports the birth of Ishmael, son of Abraham and his Egyptian maid Hagar.  Sarah, who was old and barren, had agreed to that arrangement, but when it happened, she didn’t like it and had Hagar and her son banished into the wilderness.  As you know, the descendants of Ishmael are now numbered among the Arabic people who live in the Middle East today.

 

Chapter 21 tells us that they are the Blood Brothers and Sisters of Isaac, Abraham and Sarah’s second son who became the favored one and through whom the children of Israel were born.

 

Chapter 24 recounts how Isaac married Rebekah, and in chapter 25, after both Sarah and Abraham have died, their twin grandsons, Esau and Jacob are born almost side by side, and therein lies the dilemma.  For Esau, who came first, should have inherited the family birthright and blessing…but verse 28 says that while “Isaac loved Esau…Rebekah loved Jacob.”

 

Some of us in our own families know the fall-out from playing favorites, and that was the end result between Esau and Jacob.  In chapters 25 and 27 the younger brother, conspiring with his mother, gets both the birthright and the blessing and because of Esau’s rage, Jacob runs away.

 

Chapter 29 picks up the story where Jacob, on his journey, meets the daughters of his uncle Laban and falls in love with one of them named Rachel.  Unfortunately, she is the younger sister to Leah, and Laban tricks his nephew Jacob, after seven years of labor, into marrying the older sister first and then seven years later, he also marries the younger one.  Needless to say, neither sister is a happy camper, and yet, both of them, together with their maids, give birth to Jacob’s 12 sons, the last one (in chapter 30) named Joseph, thereby establishing the twelve tribes of Israel.

 

Then in chapter 33, after all the years of betrayal, bitterness, favoritism and family dissension, Jacob and Esau finally meet again and by the grace of God, they find forgiveness and reconciliation.  And that is the story of The Blood Brothers and Sisters in The Family of Faith, recorded in the Book of Genesis.

 

II

 

Dr. Lewis Smedes, in his classic book “Forgive and Forget,” summarizes our family stories with these memorable words:

 

          “When we invest ourselves in deep personal relationships, we open our souls to the wounds of another’s disloyalty or even betrayal…We’ve all wished at one time or other that we could reach back to a painful moment and cut it out of our lives…but most of us find that the pains of our past keep rolling through our memories, and there’s nothing we can do to stop the flow.

          Nothing?  The great Jewish philosopher Hannah Arendt…in her study on “The Human Condition,” shared her discovery of the only power that can stop the inexorable stream of painful memories: the ‘Faculty of Forgiveness.’

          Forgiveness is God’s invention for coming to terms with a world in which, despite their best intentions, people are unfair to one another and hurt each other deeply.  God began by forgiving us, and He invites us all to forgive each other…

          Forgiving is love’s toughest work, and love’s biggest risk…(so) ask yourself these questions:

What do I do when I forgive someone who has done me wrong?  How do I do it?  Who is forgivable?  Have some people gone beyond the forgiveness zone?  And why should I even try?

          (He concludes) I invite you to come with me in search of the answers I have found along my own journey.”  (From “Forgive and Forget: Healing the Hurts We Don’t Deserve” by Dr. Lewis B. Smedes, HarperSanFrancisco, 1984)

 

If you have come here today looking for, hoping for, praying for forgiveness in your life, then the answers which Lewis Smedes points us toward are found in the sacrificial love of Jesus Christ our Lord.  He came into this world preaching and teaching a gospel of grace and forgiveness, and in the Sermon on the Mount, this is what He told us:

 

          You have heard that it was said, “an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth,” but I say to you…if anyone strikes you on the right cheek, turn the other also; and if anyone wants to sue you and take your coat, give your cloak as well; and if anyone forces you to go one mile, go also the second mile…

          You have heard that it was said, “You shall love your neighbor and hate your enemy,” but I say to you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, so that you may be children of your Father in heaven… (Matthew 5:38-41, 43-44)

 

Now, that may not be the kind of answer that we want to hear, because growing up as children, most of us were conditioned to react in the opposite direction.

 

Dr. John Claypool, rest his soul, describes in his book “Mending the Heart,” how that happened to a young boy years ago:

 

          “I heard recently about a scuffle on an elementary school playground.  The teacher in charge finally was able to restore order and said, ‘All right.  I want to get to the bottom of this.  How did all this commotion break out?’  With that, one boy pointed to another and accused, ‘It all started when he hit me back!”  (From “Mending the Heart” by Dr. John Claypool, page 28)

 

As all of us know, that doesn’t only happen on school playgrounds.  Conflicts inevitably blow up in our own homes.  One day, a little girl got into a fight with her older sister, and at bedtime, as she and her parents knelt down to pray, that child bowed her head and said “God bless mommy, daddy, gramma and grampa, and our dog Harry, in Jesus name, Amen.”  The mother and father inquired, “Didn’t you forget someone dear?”  So the little girl added to her prayer, “And Lord, bless my ex-sister Sally.”

 

I have in my hand a small painting which my mother gave to me for Christmas when I was 14 years old.  It pictures two boys standing together, with the younger brother tucking his hand inside the older brother’s elbow, and the words my mother wrote on the back of this portrait say “Just Kids.”  It was a reminder to me, as the older of two sons who had just gone off to boarding school in Long Island, to be kinder and more loving toward my brother Paul.  We’re all grown up now, and thank God, we are closer to each other than ever before.

 

But that doesn’t happen automatically between Blood Brothers and Sisters, or between fathers and mothers and sons and daughters.  The family stories from the Book of Genesis remind us that relationships can break down and fall apart even with those whom we’re supposed to love the most.

 

And if that is something that you are struggling with in your own family today, then this is the gospel truth: the healing power of Jesus Christ can help you find the way toward forgiveness and reconciliation.  You may need the help of a pastor or a professional counselor, so don’t hesitate to call a member of our staff or the Samaritan Center.  Because life is too short and people are too precious to let those family relationships slip away.

 

 

 

III

 

Before we close, there’s another dimension to these family of faith stories from the Book of Genesis.  And I’m speaking about how we can seek and find reconciliation between the Blood Brothers and Sisters who have come from Abraham and Sarah, Hagar and Ishmael, Isaac and Rebekah, Esau and Jacob, Leah and Rachel and all of their descendants down through the generations of history – different races and creeds, different nations and ideologies, different economic situations and theologies – how can we, all of us, discover the way to live together in peace?

 

Remember Jesus’ words as they are heard in this war torn weary world today:  You have heard that it was said, “An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth”...But I say to you, if anyone strikes you on the right cheek, turn the other also; and if anyone wants to sue you and take your coat, give your cloak as well; and if anyone forces you to go one mile, go also the second mile…You have heard that it was said, “You shall love your neighbor and hate your enemy.”  But I say to you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, so that you may be children of your Father in heaven.

 

Those words were brought home to me in a powerful way two weeks ago when our Holy Land pilgrimage in Israel led us to the city of Nazareth close to the Sea of Galilee.  Nearby is the town of Ibillin where Father Elias Chacour, a Melkite priest of the Catholic Church, has served as pastor of a Palestinian Christian congregation.

 

In the midst of the conflict in that region, he and many others – Jews and Muslims and Christians – have tried to find common ground that would lead toward some kind of hope for the future.  And Fr. Chacour, who has been nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize, wrote a book about that hope years ago, which includes this story that I want to tell you in conclusion.  The book is entitled “Blood Brothers,” and it offers a vision of the way God wants us to live together and to love one another:

 

          “On Palm Sunday, every bench was packed.  Nearly the entire congregation had come, plus a few other villagers whom I had invited.  When I stood up, raising my hands to signal the start of the service, I was jolted by stark, staring faces.

          Looks of open hostility greeted me.  The one faction was clustered on one side of the church, almost challenging me with their icy glares.  Indifferently, those whom they had ostracized sat on the opposite side.

          I rose and began the first hymn, certain that no one would be attracted by our pathetically dismal singing.  I thought, with sadness, of the battle lines that were drawn across the aisles of that sanctuary.  And nervously, I hoped that no one would notice the odd lump in the pocket beneath my vestment.

          What followed was undoubtedly the stiffest service, the most unimpassioned sermon of my life.  The congregation endured me indifferently, fulfilling their holiday obligation to warm the benches.  But then, they did not suspect what was coming.  At the close of the liturgy, everyone rose for the benediction.  I lifted my hand, my stomach fluttering, and paused.  It was now or never.

          Swiftly, I dropped my hand and strode toward the open doors at the back of the church.  Every eye followed me with curiosity.  I drew shut the huge double doors which workmen had rehung for me.  From my pocket I pulled a thick chain, laced it through the handles and fastened it firmly with a padlock.

          Returning to the front, I could almost feel the temperature rising.  Or was it just me?  Turning to face the congregation, I took a deep breath.

          ‘Sitting in this building does not make you a Christian,’ I began awkwardly.  My voice seemed to echo too loudly in the shocked silence.  The sisters’ eyes were shut, their lips moving furiously in prayer.

          ‘You are a people divided.  You argue and hate each other – gossip and spread malicious lies.  If you can’t love your brother that you see, how can you say you love God who is invisible?  You have allowed the body of Christ to be disgraced.

          Plunging ahead, my voice rose.  ‘For many months, I’ve tried to unite you.  I’ve failed, because I am only a man.  But there is someone else who can bring you together in true unity.  His name is Jesus Christ.  He is the one who gives you power to forgive.  So now I will be quiet and allow Him to give you that power.  If you will not forgive, we will stay locked in here.  You can kill each other and I’ll provide your funerals for free.’

          Silence hung.  Tight-lipped, fists clenched, everyone glared at me as if carved from stone.  I waited.  With agonizing slowness, the minutes passed.  Three minutes…five…ten…Then a sudden movement caught my eye.

          Someone was standing.  Abu Mouhib rose and faced the congregation, his head bowed, remorse shining in his eyes.  With his first words, I could scarcely believe that this was the same hard-bitten policeman who had treated me too brusquely.

          ‘I am sorry,’ he faltered.  All eyes were on him.  ‘I am the worst one of all.  I’ve hated my own brothers.  Hated them so much I wanted to kill them.  More than any of you I need forgiveness.’

          And then he turned to me.  ‘Can you forgive me, too, Abuna?’

          I was amazed!  Abuna means ‘our father,’ a term of affection and respect.  I had been called other things since arriving in Ibillin, but nothing so warm.

          ‘Come here,’ I replied, motioning him to my side.  He came, and we greeted each other with the kiss of peace.  ‘Of course I forgive you,’ I said.  ‘Now go and greet your brothers.’

          Before he was halfway down the aisle, his three brothers had rushed to him.  They held each other in a long embrace, each one asking forgiveness of the others.

          In an instant the church was a chaos of embracing and repentance.  Cousins who had not spoken to each other in years, wept together openly.  Women asked forgiveness for malicious gossip.  Men confessed to passing damaging lies about each other.  People who had ignored the sisters and myself in the streets now begged us to come to their homes.  This second church service – a liturgy of love and reconciliation – went on for nearly a full hour.

          In the midst of these joyful reunions, I announced:  ‘We’re not going to wait until next week to celebrate the Resurrection.  Let’s celebrate it now.  We were dead to each other.  Now we are alive again.’”

 

I saw a bumper sticker in Israel that said “Change the World – Forgive.”

 

You see, through the sacrificial love of Jesus, forgiveness and reconciliation is the way God wants it to be.  So let’s continue to work and to pray for peace on earth, and let it begin with you and with me.

 

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

 

 

 

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