Hidden Gems

7. “And Live Your Life”

Matthew 11:28-30

First Presbyterian Church of Jamestown , New York

The Reverend Thomas A. Sweet

August 7, 2011

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When I first conceived of this summer sermon series, I imagined that the “hidden gems” would be wonderfully rich verses of scripture that largely are unfamiliar to us, buried in parts of the Bible from which we do not often read.  (“What?  You mean there’s a book of Obadiah in the Bible?  Nahum?  How many of you ever have heard a sermon from the book of Nahum?  Well, there is a reason for that!)  But the way it is working out for me, the hidden gems are turning out not to be obscure texts from unruffled pages of our holy book but deeper meanings mined from familiar passages.  Such is the case today with our text in which Jesus says, “Come to me, all you that are weary and are carrying heavy burdens, and I will give you rest.”  Or, as William Barclay’s translation has it, “Come to me, all you who are tired and bent beneath your burdens, and I will give you rest.”  

Jesus is talking to people who are exhausted.  The weariness, the tiredness, the burden does not come from missing a few hours of sleep.  Not that.  I want to tell you about a poet named David Whyte.  I hinted around the edges of this story a few summers ago, but I want to say more today in the light of our scripture.  

Several years ago, Whyte, finding himself utterly exhausted, invited a friend to his home to share a bottle of wine, some poetry, and conversation.  His friend was Brother David who was a Benedictine monk.  They read some poetry, mostly by Rilke, including this one:  

                                    This clumsy living that moves lumbering

                                    as if in ropes through what is not done,

                                    reminds us of the awkward way the swan walks.

                                    And to die, which is the letting go

                                    of the ground we stand on and cling to every day,

                                    is like the swan, when he nervously lets himself down

                                    into the water, which receives him gaily

                                    and which flows joyfully under

                                    and after him, wave after wave,

                                    while the swan, unmoving and marvelously calm,

                                    is pleased to be carried, each moment more fully grown,

                                    more like a king, further and further on.

 

Whyte says that on hearing of the swan being borne on the water so effortlessly, he thought of his own days so filled with will and effort that seemed so often to swim against the current of his own soul and heart, so filled with trying to be what a hundred other people seemed to need him to be, so fearful of letting loose to be who he deep down knew himself to be, so often trying to make square peg conventional custom fit into the round hole of his deeper being.  

Then, almost involuntarily, it seemed, Whyte just blurted out to his guest, “Brother David?”   Whyte said he uttered it is such an old, petitionary Catholic way that he thought Brother David might say, “Yes, my son?”  But he didn’t.  He just waited until Whyte said to him, “Tell me about exhaustion.”  

Brother David thought about it for only a moment and then said to David Whyte, “You know that the antidote to exhaustion is not necessarily rest?”

 “The antidote to exhaustion is not necessarily rest,” Whyte repeated aloud.  “Then, what is it?”  

Brother David said to him, “The antidote to exhaustion is wholeheartedness.”  

Brother David, who knew David Whyte well for they were close, said, “You are like Rilke’s swan in his awkward waddling across the ground; the swan doesn’t cure his awkwardness by beating himself on the back, by moving faster, or by trying to organize himself better.  He does it by moving toward the elemental water where he belongs.  It is the simple contact with the water that gives him grace and presence.  You, David, have only to touch the elemental waters in your own life, and it will transform everything.  But you have to let yourself down into those waters from the ground on which you stand, and that can be hard and frightening, particularly if you think you might drown.”  

And then he read again from the poem, “And to die, which is the letting go/Of the ground we stand on and cling to every day.”  A dying, a letting go, so that we may be raised up to our truer and fuller self.  

It takes courage to die in the way of which Rilke and Brother David speak.  Courage comes from the old French word, cuer, which means “heart.”  We must die to what is half-hearted in us or to that in which we do not have our heart at all, so that we may begin to do something wholeheartedly, to live with our whole hearts.  

When Jesus said, “Come to me and I will give you rest,” he did not mean by that a nap or a week of sleep or a free pass so that one can escape responsibility for oneself or accountability.  Rather, he who lived out of his whole heart, Jesus, can give the gift of wholeheartedness to those who are exhausted by living at loggerheads with their true hearts.  That is the hidden gem of this passage.  Rest does not mean respite.  It means wholeheartedness.  

Jesus gives the gift of wholeheartedness by reminding us of the God who wants us to live more completely into our own life, our life, not someone else’s, not the life we think others want or need our life to be.  And he does it also by giving to us his Spirit who breathes into us the courage to do so.  Jesus said, “Take my yoke upon you and learn from me…for my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.”  It is easy and light not because we shall not be called on to do difficult things or to experience challenges in our lives.  The gospel and circumstances will call us to do both.  The yoke of Christ is easy and light because when we live our lives wholeheartedly we will have a sense of peace in us no matter the external circumstances.  

I really like – surprise – the way Mary Oliver puts it.  (For those who receive our midweek email, I know this is two Mary Oliver poems in the span of a few days.  But I do not apologize because, overall this year, I have been pretty restrained.)  This poem is called “Mornings at Blackwater.”  

Mornings at Blackwater  

For years, every morning, I drank

from Blackwater Pond. 

It was flavored with oak leaves and also, no doubt,

the feet of ducks.

 

And always it assuaged me

from the dry bowl of the very far past.

 

What I want to say is

that the past is the past,

and the present is what your life is,

and you are capable

of choosing what that will be,

darling citizen.

 

So come to the pond,

or the river of your imagination,

or the harbor of your longing,

 

and put your lips to the world.

 

And live

your life.

 

Oliver joins Brother David and Jesus in saying that life is too short to live it with half a heart.  Within the parameters of doing justice, loving kindness, and walking humbly with God, they would urge us to listen to the Voice within us – the Spirit’s voice – who wants to guide us in the way of abundant life and living, who wants us to live our life.  

How often we do not pay attention to that Voice because we are conditioned if not controlled by our past and we think we cannot break free from it and that nothing ever really can be different for us, and so we suffer along, and so we live half-heartedly.  How often we turn aside from the Voice because to listen to it would entail major changes in us and our lives and we either are too fearful or too lazy to embark on them, and so we live half-heartedly.  How often we turn the volume down on that Voice because we are afraid of what others might think of us if we followed it, and so we live half-heartedly.  How often we ignore the Voice because to act on it could well be costly financially and in other ways, so we live half-heartedly.  

But no, says Oliver, “the past is the past/and the present is what your life is/and you are capable of choosing what that will be/So come to the pond, or the river of your imagination/or the harbor of your longing…” which all are ways that the Spirit speaks to us. “Put your lips to the world.”  Kiss it.  Love it.  Engage it.  And live your life.  Live it wholeheartedly.  

In the Great Commandment, Jesus said, Love the Lord your God with what?  A sliver of your heart?  A piece of your heart?  A part of your heart?  No, “Love the Lord your God with all heart, all your mind, all your soul…”  Jesus is saying that we love God by living wholeheartedly, by being true to the person it is in us to be.  We cannot do that if half our heart is missing or miserly or shut up or closed down.  We cannot do that if our heart is scared or resigned or resentful.  

So, the gentle invitation for all time and for all of us, “Come to me, all you who are weary and carrying heavy burdens, and I will give you rest…”  “Rest” not so much as respite but as the courage to live with your whole heart.  That is what Jesus did for the woman at the well.  She did not need sleep.  She needed to move beyond her shame so that she could be free to live with a whole heart.  That is what he did for the woman caught in adultery.  She did not need a nap but a sense of worth and worthiness so that she could be free to live with her whole heart.  That is what he did for Peter after Peter three times had betrayed him.  He did not need a week or two at the Hilton but to be released from his guilt so that he could be set free to live with his whole heart.  

Whatever is your weariness if you are weary or whatever is your burden if you are burdened, do not despair of it.  Often these are the experiences that prompt us to heal and mature as we accept the courage from the Christ to change and be changed.  Live your life.  

Another David, David of the Bible, his prayer echoes through the centuries, forever immortalized in Psalm 51:  “Create in me a full heart, O God, and restore to me the joy of your salvation.”

Amen.

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