“Experimental Faith”

Matthew 5:13-20

First Presbyterian Church of Jamestown , New York

The Reverend Thomas A. Sweet

February 6, 2011

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John Shea tells the story about a parish that decided to make a basketball court on one of its parking lots.  Almost everyone agreed it would be a good idea as it would give teenagers a safe place to play and congregate.  The pastor suggested they put three basketballs in a net and tie the net around the base of the pole that supported the backboard and basket.  That way, if kids just were wandering by and wanted to play, a ball would be readily available.  

The parish council objected to the plan to supply the basketballs, insisting they would be stolen.  They would not last a day.  The pastor said he had thought about that and had come up with a solution.  He was not going to buy three cheap basketballs.  He was going to purchase three top-of-the-line expensive basketballs.  When people saw that these were pro-level basketballs, they would not take them.  

The parish council thought the pastor’s reasoning naïve and wrongheaded.  But this was a Catholic parish and the pastor does what the pastor wants to do.  So three high-priced basketballs were placed in a net and tied to the pole.  

The first ball disappeared in a week.  The second one was gone in a month.  But it was five months before the third one vanished.  

The council members admitted the balls lasted longer than they thought they would.  But still they clucked and gloated, worldly men and women teaching the idealistic pastor a thing or two about how things really are.  

The pastor bought three new expensive basketballs.  He stated his principle clearly:  “Good basketballs for good people.”  

Jesus said it this way: “You are the salt of the earth, but if the salt has lost its taste, how can its saltiness be restored?  It is no longer good for anything…”  

And in the Letter of James in the New Testament, James writes,  

“My dear friends, do not let public opinion influence how you live out our glorious, Christ-originated faith.  If a man enters your church wearing an expensive suit, and a street person wearing rags comes in right after him, and you say to the man in the suit, ‘Sit here, sir; this is the best seat in the house!’ and either ignore the street person or say, ‘Better sit here in the back row,’ haven’t you segregated God’s children and proved that you are judges who can’t be trusted?”  

“Listen, friends.  Isn’t it clear by now that God operates quite differently?”  (Eugene H. Peterson, The Message)  

The priest in the opening story refused to show the jaundiced partiality favored by the church council.  He knew that God operates quite differently.  He wanted to encourage those who would use the basketballs to live up to, not down to, expectations.  There was no guarantee ahead of time that the council members would not be right about what would happen.  And they were in a way, though it took longer than expected for their dire warnings to be realized.  It did not matter to the priest.  He was practicing what I am calling today an “experimental faith” whereby he sought to march to the beat of the gospel drummer.  He believed that he and the church were being called to be salt of the earth and that if they lost their saltiness, of what godly good would they be?  The priest acted according to the kind of world of which he understood God to dream.  

Ten or twelve years ago several of us here at the church learned that a minority businesswoman was having a difficult time getting loans and grants from the city to which others seemed to have ready access.  Calling together a cross-section of city and government leaders, we inquired as to the requirements needed to qualify for the grants and loans.  It turned out that the woman did qualify for some of the incentive programs but needed a co-signer for one of the loans that our Session at the time, with my, uh, prodding, agreed to do.  You might remember the business venture called “Literary Tea” that was a combination restaurant, bookstore, and gathering spot that became quite popular and was one of the few places in the city where people from vastly different walks of life could be found together in one place.  It was a lovely concept.  Unfortunately, in time, the business model the proprietor followed could not be sustained and to the great sadness of a great many people, it closed and First Pres was stuck with repaying the unfulfilled part of the loan to the tune of about $6000.  

On the one hand, prudence surely could make the case that it was too risky a venture for a church to undertake.  And we did get bit a bit financially.  And I took some heat and the Session took some heat, but it is a scar I wear proudly for the church is called to be the salt of the earth and if the salt loses its saltiness, how can its saltiness be restored?  And it is called to be the light of the world and if the light is hidden under a basket, what good is it?  The business ended up failing financially, but, forever after, the loan and grant access in Jamestown was opened up to a wider pool of applicants and for a while there on Third Street in that little café where so many different people across social groupings gathered there was an incarnation of the beloved community among us.  

When we who are the church live into our call to be salt and light, we are compelled to show faith in the world as a derivative of our faith in God.  “God so loves the world…” scripture tells us and thus the locus of our focus is readily identified.  I have said it before, that the mission of the church is not to turn the world into a church but to help the world become a better world.  So we can think creatively, imaginatively, even daringly.  An experimental faith.  The great thing about living as salt of the earth and light of the world is that we do not always need to be successful as the world accounts success to be of use or service.  Sometimes failure born of faithfulness becomes the fuel and fire God uses for subsequent transformations.  

Why create a beautiful Garden of Remembrance on the unguarded grounds of the church as a gentle place where weary city souls seeking rest and respite can sit, literally, at the foot of the cross and be refreshed “on their toilsome way”?  “It just will get defaced and the cross will be stolen and you can’t do that sort of thing in the city.”  Well, as you know, the cross in our garden was stolen and much quicker, by the way, than the priest’s basketballs.  But so many people – neighbors, passersby –  have told us how lovely the garden is, how inviting and peaceful it is to sit there (though better when there is no snow), several telling me it is where they stop and pray each day, one woman allowing that it is where she “gathers up her hope” to go on.  The words of the hymn writer seem apt for our garden:  

                                    Where cross the crowded ways of life, where sound the cries of race and clan,

                                    Above the noise of selfish strife, We hear Thy voice, O Son of Man.

 

So, when the weather turns we shall replace the cross and the garden will bloom again and hopefully it will continue to be a kind of Eden to remind the wayfarers from whence they have come and the paradise to which, given sufficient salt and light, the world can become again.  An experimental faith.  

We are the church in our individual lives as well as together.  So Jesus’ teaching that we are the salt of the earth and the light of the world brings me up short and forces me to search my own life to see if I am losing my saltiness or if I am hiding God’s light in me under a bushel.  It is not an altogether comfortable self-examination though I know it is meant for my good and for the good of God’s way in the world.  

That iconic singer, Tom Jones, recently released a new gospel album that includes a song that could be a companion piece to our gospel text.  The song tells how God does his part to keep us living as salt of the earth and light of the world.  The lyrics are worthy of telling in their entirety but in the interest of time I’ll share just a portion of the song.  (If it wasn’t Tom Jones to whom I would be compared, I might even sing it!)

When I close my eyes, so I would not see,

                                    My Lord did trouble me.

                                    When I let things stand that should not be

                                    My Lord did trouble me.

 

                                    Did trouble me,

                                    With a word and a sign,

                                    With the ringing of a bell in the back of my mind.

                                    Did trouble me,

                                    Did stir my soul

                                    For to make me human, to make me whole.

 

When I slept too long and I slept too deep,

                                    Put a worrisome vision into my sleep.

                                    When I held myself away and apart,

                                    And the tears of my brother didn’t move my heart.

 

                                    Did trouble me,

                                    With a word and a sign,

                                    With the ringing of a bell in the back of my mind.

                                    Did trouble me,

                                    Did stir my soul

                                    For to make me human, to make me whole.

 

To hear that together and individually we are salt and light both takes me aback and propels me onward.  On the one hand, what a high calling and how humbling, that God would use us in such a way.  What a responsibility.  Yet, on the other hand, what an adventure!  How interesting, how remarkable, how freeing to be called to live in a way that would not make sense were it not for our faith and trust in the God who invites us beyond the constraints and conventions of worldly ways for the sake of the world.  

When all is said and done, I think it will not matter much to God if we have believed the right doctrines and dogmas but if we have salted the world with gospel living and lighted the highway of our God.  

Our faith (that, by the way, is not our own achievement but the gift of God) is our license to experiment with living in such a way that honoring God by our daily living is of first order importance.  That is the praise and adoration that God desires from us.  

I conclude by sharing Eugene H. Peterson’s beautiful paraphrase from The Message of today’s passage, the way Peterson thinks Jesus would say it if he were alive here, today:  

“Let me tell you why you are here.  You’re here to be salt-seasoning that brings out the God-flavors of this earth.  If you lose your saltiness, how will people taste godliness?  (You’ll have lost your usefulness…)  Here’s another way to put it:  You’re here to be light, bringing out the God-colors in the world.  God is not a secret to be kept.  We’re going public with this, as public as a city on a hill.  If I make you light-bearers, you don’t think I’m going to hide you under a bucket, do you?  I’m putting you on a light stand.  Now that I’ve put you there on a hilltop, on a light stand – shine!”

Amen.

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