“Out of the Depths”

John 21:1-19; Psalm 130

First Presbyterian Church of Jamestown , New York

The Reverend Thomas A. Sweet

April 18, 2010

Easter 3

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Since today’s gospel story takes place on the beach of a great lake, I thought the responsible approach this week in my quest to prepare for our sermon would be to head for one myself.  So, Wednesday afternoon, even with other pressing things on my desk shouting for my attention, I told the rest of the staff they’d have to hold things together and I called my friend Angus to ask if he’d like to join me surfside on a sunny, seventy degree afternoon at Barcelona for some biblical research.  We were too late for breakfast like Jesus and seven of his disciples enjoyed on their beach, but we did manage to snag a couple of perch sandwiches for lunch at Jack’s Barcelona Drive-In!  

As our afternoon progressed, I did bring up the matter of today’s gospel story with Angus and he recalled reading a novel some years ago that alluded to it.  The novel is called The River Why by David James Duncan and this is the passage Angus remembered:  

Like gamblers, baseball fans, and television networks, fishermen are enamored of statistics.  The adoration of statistics is a trait so deeply embedded in their nature that even those rarefied anglers, the disciples of Jesus, couldn't resist backing their yarns with arithmetic: when the resurrected Christ appears on the morning shore of the Sea of Galilee and directs his forlorn and skunked disciples to the famous catch of John 21, we learn that the net contained not 'a boatload' of fish, nor 'about a hundred and a half,' nor even 'over a gross', but precisely 'an hundred and fifty and three.'  This is, it seems to me, one of the most remarkable statistics ever computed.  Consider the circumstances: this is after the Crucifixion and the Resurrection; Jesus is standing on the beach newly risen from the dead; and it is only the third time the disciples have seen him since the nightmare of Calvary .  And yet we learn that in the net there were 'great fishes' numbering precisely 'an hundred and fifty and three.'  How was this digit discovered?  Mustn't it have happened thus: upon hauling the net to shore, the disciples squatted down by that immense, writhing fish pile and started tossing them into a second pile, painstakingly counting 'one, two, three, four, five, six, seven....' all the way up to an hundred and fifty and three, while the newly risen Lord of Creation, the Sustainer of their beings, He who died for them and for whom they would gladly die, stood waiting, ignored, till the heap was quantified.  Such is the fisherman's compulsion toward rudimentary mathematics.  

Statistics are a tool upon which anglers rely so heavily that a fish story lacking numbers is just that: a Fish Story.  A fish without an exact weight and length is a nonentity, whereas the sixteen-incher or the twelve-pounder leaps out of the imagination, splashing the brain with cold spray.  The strange implication is that numbers are more tangible than flesh; fish without vital statistics are fish without being.  And this digital fisherman-consciousness has seeped into most facts of life.  One of the most telling examples is this: a human child at birth undergoes a ritual almost identical to that inflicted upon trophy trout at death, to wit: 1) the fish is whacked on the head, thus putting it out of its misery; the infant is whacked on the behind, thus initiating it into its misery; 2) the fish is placed on a scale, weighed to the quarter ounce and measured to the quarter inch; the infant endures identical treatment; 3) the fish is stripped of the coating of slime that protected it in the water; the infant is purposely relieved of its equivalent coating; 4) the fish is placed in a cold rectangular receptacle to await the taxidermist who will stuff it, creating an illusion of healthy flesh on its lifeless body; the infant is placed in a warm rectangular receptacle to await the parents who will stuff it, hopefully creating genuine healthy flesh upon its living body...

 

The main character in the novel, himself an avid and prize-winning fly fisherman, then goes on to admit that

 

I was afflicted with as pernicious a case of the numerical lease on life as any I've encountered, but I had the good fortune to discover that the essential pleasures of fishing are as independent of statistics as are the joys of childbirth independent of little Bosco's length in quarter inches.  Most of us appear to be plagued by the notion that digits describe a thing (for instance, an infant) more accurately than do the qualities the thing possesses (for instance, the infant's drooling smiles, watery eyes, redundant dimples, pathetic coiffure, tiered chins, and helpless unignorable outcries). Accuracy is a useful thing, certainly.  A skyscraper designed by an architect with a head for nothing but drooly smiles and tiered chins is likely never to scrape the sky.  But there are times and places to employ statistics and times and places not to--- and the times-and-places-not-to comprised one of the many lessons I was doomed to learn the 'hard way.'  (Duncan, David James, The River Why, pp. 14-16).

 

Well, that was maybe a little long and a little much, but I want to draw the distinction between a statistical view of life – ours – and an anti-statistical view – Jesus’.  Practicing resurrection – making Easter alive and relevant in our lives and our world now – has little to do with statistics.  

But consider how prevalent and prominent statistics are in our lives.  Most of us in recent days filled out our census forms – a governmental compilation of a multiplicity of statistics on the basis of which funding and representation is divvied up.  We mailed in our tax returns – computed on the basis of statistics such as how much money we made last year, how much we gave away, how many deductions we racked up.  Whether our favorite television show gets renewed for another season depends not on its artistic or social merit but almost entirely on the number of people who watch it.  The value of an athlete to his or her team is figured primarily by the statistics he or she compiles.   A “Grade Point Average” (GPA) is the linchpin for all kinds of decisions made about students.  And the church is little better: the end-of-year report to the presbytery and the General Assembly is called “a statistical report.”  The ecclesiastical bureaucracies want to know how many new members we received, how many baptisms, the dollar amount of the offering, the value of the endowment…but not about hot dog suppers for the neighborhood or the community formed at the saging group or the support that rallies to people in their times of need.  

But Jesus makes it clear to his disciples that the Christian life is an anti-statistical proposition.  Statistics are surface tools.  Life worth living runs deeper than that.  In the early church at the time that John was writing his gospel, a fish not only was a symbol for the Christ – that great, overarching divine energy, wisdom, and consciousness into which Jesus was so completely attuned and attentive that he became known as Jesus the Christ – but it also was suggestive of our unconscious.  Like fish swimming in deep water, much of our psychic and spiritual life is deep in us.  Life that is purposeful, satisfying, and integrated is not superficial but arises out of our depths.  So we fish around, if you will, in the vast unconscious and subterranean depths within us to discover there something of the meaning and direction of our lives.  When we are able to bring what has been abiding in our unconscious into our consciousness, we move closer to the wholeness that can be ours in God or, to use the blessing words of Jesus, “Peace be with you.”  That is what we mean when we talk about our search for God.  It is not that God is not always with us or that we have to go outside of ourselves to find God.  We just have to fish around in our unconscious depths for, as Jesus reminded us, “The kingdom of God is within you.”  

Remember our text?  “Jesus showed himself again to the disciples by the Sea of Tiberias …Gathered there were Simon Peter, Thomas, Nathanael, the sons of Zebedee – James and John – and two others of his disciples.  Simon Peter said to them, ‘I am going fishing.’  The others said, ‘We’ll go with you.’  So they went out and got into the boat, but they caught nothing.”  

“Just after daybreak, Jesus stood on the beach…and said to them, ‘Children, you have no fish, have you?’  They answered him, ‘No.”  So Jesus said to them, ‘Cast your net to the right side of the boat, and you will find some.’  So they cast it, and now they were not able to haul it in because there were so many fish…a hundred and fifty three of them.”  

Cast your net on the right side of the boat.  Could this be suggestive of left brain, right brain distinctions?  Our left brain is the calculating, orderly side, the side that analyzes and figures.  It is the statistical side.  Our right side is our anti-statistical side, the dreaming and visionary side, the artistic side, the loving side, the side that responds to people and needs with compassion and mercy and mostly without regard for the cost, either bottom line or personal.  

It is comical, isn’t it, that Peter exclaims to Jesus, “A hundred and fifty and three fish!”  Peter, Peter, the statistical approach to life dies hard, doesn’t it?  Many biblical scholars make much of Jesus asking Peter three times if he, Peter, loves Jesus.  They say it is Jesus wiping away and undoing and reversing Peter’s three betrayals of him leading up to the crucifixion.  It is, they say, Jesus taking away Peter’s sense of guilt and offering his forgiveness.   But I think Jesus already has forgiven Peter, Peter being included in Jesus’ great cry from the cross for the Father to forgive those who do not know what they are doing and who have done what they have done.  

I think the thrice-asked question by Jesus of Peter – do you love me, do you love me, do you love me – is Jesus’ attempt to wean Peter from his statistical approach to life and to get him to fish around in the depths of his life for what is of God, and then to practice resurrection.  

“A hundred and fifty-three fish!”  “Great, Peter, but do you love me?  Then feed my lambs.”  

“A hundred and fifty-three fish!”  “Great Peter, but do you love me?  Then tend my sheep.”  

“A hundred and fifty-three fish!”   “Great, Peter, but do you love?  Then feed my sheep.  And…and...when you were younger, you used to fasten your own belt and to go wherever you wished.  But know that as you grow older and as you mature in the service of love and God, you will stretch out your hands, and someone else will fasten a belt around you and take you where you never thought you would go.”  

Statistics sometimes serve us well and they have their appropriate place in our lives.  But when you dare to swim around in the depths of yours, it is not statistics you will find there.  Rather, you will discover there in your depths a hunger and thirst for righteousness.  You will find there in our depths that you mourn all the ways that life is broken and a growing desire to be a repairer of the world.  You will find there in your depths an affinity for the things that make for peace.  You will find there in your depths an ability to toss the slings and arrows and persecutions you suffer over your shoulder and a capacity to salt your relationships with forgiveness.  You will find there in your depths a deeper love than you knew you had that will enable you to risk your love and your life in ways you never thought you would or could.  You will find there in your depths the strength to face the hard news and the hard places in your life with equanimity, courage, and faith.  There in your depths you will find the risen Christ who will say to you, “Because I live, you, too, shall live,” and you will experience the truth of it and you will be able to practice resurrection in ways that amaze yourself most of all.  

The biblical appearances of Jesus to his disciples after the resurrection are meant to convey to us the truth that Easter is not over yet.  It never is.  It only awaits its deeper discovery and practice in our lives.  So, dear friends, let down your fishing net on the right side of your boat.  

Amen.

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