“An Encompassing Peace”

John 14:23-29

First Presbyterian Church of Jamestown , New York

The Reverend Thomas A. Sweet

May 9, 2010

Easter 6

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Here is my nomination for the most breathtaking passage in scripture.  You may have your own, but mine occurs in our gospel reading of the day.  In the hours leading to his death, Jesus was having a “last things” conversation with his disciples and they are nervous, anxious, troubled, afraid.  They are afraid that without Jesus, their little troupe will be like a body without a head.  They are afraid they will be lost without him.  They are afraid they will not be able to keep the movement going.  They are afraid they will be judged guilty by association and that they will be the next ones to be nailed to a cross.  Jesus, looking on them and loving them, says,

 

Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you.  I do not give as the world

                                    gives.  Do not let your hearts be troubled, and do not let them be afraid.

 

The peace that Christ gives is not the peace the world gives.  The peace the world gives is conditional.  It is based on favorable circumstances.  So the peace the world gives is fleeting because change is unrelenting.  Life is unpredictable.  I talked with a young mother this week who went to the hospital for an appendectomy but awakened to hear the news that the surgeons had discovered stage three colon cancer.  Peace in the way the world gives it can be snatched away in an instant.  

But the peace that comes from the Christ of God is not conditional.  It is given to us.  It is a gift.  It is always with us whether we acknowledge it or not.  We can choose to avail ourselves of it or not, but it is always with us.  It is always “right here.”  Jesus bestowed the peace of God on the disciples and said to them, “Do not fear; be not afraid; let not your hearts be troubled.”  The peace of God quells our fear.  

There are only two things in life: love and fear, fear and love.  The most important work of our lives is to let loose of fear that keeps us from listening to our lives, to let our fear drop away, and to fall ever more fully into love – both for ourselves and others – because it is in the practice and embrace of love that our true humanity is formed.  Letting go of fear, we are freed to live into the truth of our own lives even if others do not understand us.  Jesus said that we are to love our neighbors as ourselves and so, if we do not honor and love our own life, we shall not be able to love others well either.  We see this played out in Mary Oliver’s poem, The Journey, in which the tyranny of being “on call” to other’s lives and the fear of disappointing them is released so that one may live into his or her own true life:

 

                                                            One day you finally knew

                                                            what you had to do, and began,

                                                            though the voices around you

                                                            kept shouting

                                                            their bad advice –

                                                            though the whole house

                                                            began to tremble

                                                            and you felt the old tug

                                                            at your ankles.

                                                            “Mend my life!”

                                                            each voice cried.  (Mothers know those voices, and ministers!)

                                                            But you didn’t stop.

                                                            You knew what you had to do,

                                                            though the wind pried

                                                            with its stiff fingers

                                                            at the very foundations,

                                                            though their melancholy

                                                            was terrible.

                                                            It was already late

                                                            enough, and a wild night,

                                                            and the road full of fallen

                                                            branches and stones.

                                                            But little by little,

                                                            as you left their voices behind,

                                                            the stars began to burn

                                                            through the sheets of clouds,

                                                            and there was a new voice

                                                            which you slowly

                                                            recognized as your own,

                                                            that kept you company

                                                            as you strode deeper and deeper

                                                            into the world,

                                                            determined to do

                                                            the only thing you could do –

                                                            determined to save

                                                            the only life you could save.

 

There is nothing selfish about listening to the voice that arises from within us for does not God often speak to us that way?  What if in service to fear Jesus had put aside his inner calling in favor of fitting better into the conventions of his tradition and culture?  What if in service to fear Martin Luther King had said no to doing what he “knew” he had to do or if Rosa Parks just had moved once more to the back of the bus?  What if in service to fear the prodigal’s father had hearkened to the confines of custom and banished forever his son from his heart and his home?  What if in fear of critics poets did not write their poems or singers sing their songs?  What if in fear of disapproval we do not follow love where it leads us even if it takes us outside the lines?  Whose lines are they anyway?  Did not Jesus make it his point to blur the lines and to cross the lines and to say that love is more important than lines?  

In the sixteenth century, the spiritual mystic, St. Teresa of Avila , spoke of the peace of God like this:

 

Let nothing disturb you,

                                                            nothing finally frighten you,

                                                            all things are temporary,

                                                            except God who remains.

 

So we seek what is of God because everything else passes away.  Filtering our lives through fear as we often do makes that difficult, for only what is wrought in God brings peace.  We can listen to all those voices who cry to us to mend their lives, to make their lives okay, not to rock their boats and doing so will yield its own rewards.  But to ignore the voice rising in us in fear of the cost will not lead us to experience the peace of God which, as the psalmist put it, requires truth in our inward being.  

Denise Levertov has an insightful poem called “In Whom We Live and Move and Have Our Being”  

 

                                                            Birds afloat in air’s current,

                                                            sacred breath?  No, not breath of God,

                                                            it seems, but God

                                                            the air enveloping the whole

                                                            globe of being.

                                                            It’s we who breathe, in, out, in, the sacred,

                                                            leaves astir, our wings

                                                            rising, ruffled – but only the saints

                                                            take flight.  We cower

                                                            in cliff-crevice or edge out gingerly

                                                            on branches close to the nest.  The wind

                                                            marks the passage of holy ones riding

                                                            that ocean of air.  Slowly their wake

                                                            reaches us, rocks, us.

                                                            But storm or still,

                                                            numb or poised in attention,

                                                            we inhale, exhale, inhale,

                                                            encompassed, encompassed.

 

The poem begins with birds afloat in air’s current.  But the thought of air’s current in this obviously theological poem, given its taken-from-the-Bible title, evokes the notion of pneuma, the wind of the Spirit.  Levertov goes on to claim that this breath is not the breath of God but God’s very Being.  God becomes, she says, the air enveloping the whole/globe of being.

Then Levertov imagines ordinary human beings breathing in this breath that is God.  Yet, we often do so like birds who cower/in cliff-crevice or edge out gingerly on branches close to the nest.  She contrasts them to the saints who take flight.  She pictures the holy ones riding/that ocean of air and concludes the poem with the reassurance that rehearses the regular rhythm of breathing and heartbeat.  Even the timid human beings are protected as they continue to inhale, exhale, inhale/encompassed, encompassed.  

In other words, the peace of God is none other than God’s encompassing presence.  Jesus told the disciples that even though he would be leaving them, God would send God’s Spirit, God’s abiding presence, to be with them.  “Do not fear; be not afraid; let not your hearts be troubled.”  Or, as St. Paul wrote to the Roman church, “If God is for us, who is against us?”  

Peace as the world gives it encourages us to escape our turmoil, to find idyllic places in which to get away from everything, to seek refuge from the conflicts and stresses of life, to beat a retreat from those who would judge us.  But that peace is only temporary for true peace does not carry us out of or away from the world but into it.  The peace of God strengthens us for our life in the world, to go into the teeth of tumult, into the dis-ease and disorder of our lives knowing that our lives do not hang in the balance but already are accounted for and kept by God.  

The peace of God experienced and offered to us by Jesus strips away the fear that comes with facing ourselves and grants to us the comfort and courage of love that heals us and frees us.  

“Peace I leave with you,” Jesus said.  “My peace I give to you.  I do not give to you as the world gives.  Do not let your hearts be troubled, and do not let them be afraid.”  

The peace of God is with you because God is with you.  You are “encompassed, encompassed” by God and God’s love.  Will you dare then to live your life, will you dare then to live your life that God opens to you?  

Amen.

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