Hidden Gems:

2. “Yet I Will Rejoice in the Lord”

Habakkuk 3:16-19

First Presbyterian Church of Jamestown, New York

The Reverend Thomas A. Sweet

July 3, 2011

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“Living by faith is a bewildering venture.”   So says the prophet Habakkuk.  Habakkuk is one of the Bible’s twelve “minor” prophets, so named not because their message is not as important as the “major” ones, but because the books of the Bible that carry their names are brief by comparison to the likes of Isaiah, Jeremiah, and Ezekiel.  Living by faith is a bewildering venture that can confuse and confound, but Habakkuk, as we shall see, knows the antidote.  

Sometimes, we equate faith with entitlement.  You have heard people say things like, “Why did she get that terrible cancer?  Why did he lose his job just as his kids were entering college?  She is, he is, such a good person, believes in God, goes to church.”  The age-old question on which a mountain of books has been written asks, “Why do bad things happen to good people?”  It seems reasonable to expect that in exchange for our commitment to God we should receive favorable or preferential treatment.  We have talked ourselves into believing that faith ought to afford us at least some basic protections and that things should go better with God.  But that is not what scripture says.  Jesus reminds us that God makes the sun to rise on the good and on the evil and sends rain to fall on the righteous and the unrighteous.  And we know what happened to Jesus as a result of his faithful living.  Or St. Paul , for that matter.  Living by faith is a bewildering venture.  

We are not the only ones who think so.  The premise of the book of Job, and of Job’s friends, is that a good and righteous person should not suffer the slings and arrows of life like someone who cares nothing for God.  The psalmist in Psalm 73 openly admitted that trying to figure out why the wicked seem so often to make out so well while righteous people falter was a “wearisome task” that he did not begin to understand until he rooted himself for the long haul in a worshiping congregation.  

Habakkuk is a little different than most of the other prophets.  Normally prophets speak God’s word to us.  They are preachers who call us to hear and heed God’s word of judgment and then exhort us to change, to repent, to walk in the ways of God.  The prophets with their verbal scalpels take surgical aim at our hubris and tell us to pay attention to God, or else.  Habakkuk, though, speaks our word to God.  He gives voice to our consternation, to our attempts to make sense of life, even intimating a sense of frustration with God’s performance:

                                                            O Lord, how long shall I cry for help,

                                                                        and you will not listen?

                                                            Or cry to you “Violence!”

                                                                        and you will not save?

                                                            Why do you make me see wrongdoing

                                                                        and look at trouble?

                                                            Destruction and violence are before me;

                                                                        strife and contention arise.

                                                            The law becomes slack

                                                                        and justice never prevails.

                                                                                    (Habakkuk 1:2-4)

 

The circumstance that aroused Habakkuk’s ire was his discernment that God was going to use the godless military machine of Babylon to bring God’s judgment on God’s own people.  Habakkuk did not like it one bit and said so.  Likening the Israelites to fish and the Babylonians to fisherman, Habakkuk protested to God,

 

                                                How long are you going to let this go on?

                                                            Will you let this Babylonian fisherman

                                                Fish like a weekend angler,

                                                            killing people as if they’re nothing but fish?

 

Habakkuk did not understand.  It did not make sense.  If he had known the phrase, he would have railed at God, thundering, “What in the Sam Hill is going on here?”  

We all have been in a similar place, have we not, where we have felt besieged and beleaguered?  You have tried to live a good life, but things are falling apart.  Or you are overlooked as others less qualified are chosen.  Maybe you feel as if you have been abandoned by the people on whom you have counted.  You cannot comprehend why you have gotten sick so young or why your child has died or strayed into wayward and ruinous living.  How could it be you who is downsized out of a job after you have given so much for so long to the company?  

But then Habakkuk remembers God’s faithfulness through all the generations.  See, I love this and it is, to me, one of best parts of being a Christian.  The story of our lives started long before we arrived on the scene.  The story of my life did not begin September 12, 1955.  It began, as yours did, at the event rhapsodized by the immortal words of Genesis 1:  

                                                In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.

                                                And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness

                                                was on the face of the deep.  And the Spirit of God moved

                                                upon the face of the waters…

 

And my life continued in Abraham and his sojourn by faith toward a land he did not know and in Moses and that archetypical journey of God’s people wandering in the wilderness toward freedom and community.  It continued in the psalmists who said things like “The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want” and “Where can I go from your spirit?  Or where can I flee from your presence?  If I ascend to heaven, you are there; if I make my bed in Sheol, you are there.  If I take the wings of the morning and settle at the farthest limits of the sea, even there your right hand will lead me, and your right hand will hold me fast” and “The Lord will keep your going out and your coming in from this time on and forever more.”  My life carried on in David and Mary and Joseph and Jesus and Paul and Augustine and Hildegard and Teresa and Calvin and Christian congregations through the ages and it continued in my mother and father and it continues in you and the life we share together.  Our lives are not short stories but have long and sturdy histories.  Living by faith may sometimes be a bewildering venture, but it has a solid and grace-filled track record.  

Habakkuk, remembering the larger story of his and Israel ’s life and the history of God’s steadfast love, prayed thusly –

                                                            O Lord, I have heard of your renown,

                                                            and I stand in awe, O Lord, of

                                                                        your work.

                                                            In our own time revive it;

                                                                in our own time make it known;

                                                                in wrath may you remember mercy. 

                                                                                          (Habakkuk 3:2)

 

Habakkuk could look back and recall the treachery Joseph’s brothers had visited on him and, later, when the tables were turned and Joseph was in a position to aid his brothers and they asked Joseph for mercy and the grace of forgiveness, Joseph agreed and said to them, “Even though you intended what you did for harm, God used it for good, in order to preserve a numerous people.”  And centuries later, we have the good witness of St. Paul who, though he had experienced shipwreck, imprisonment, scarring, and scorn in his quest to advance the gospel, wrote to the Roman Church, “We know that all things work together for good for those who love God, who are called according to his purpose…”  

So, Habakkuk prayed to God and decided that even in the midst of trouble, travail, turmoil, and tumult; in the midst of anger, angst, and anxiety; even when life seemed barren or banal, he, Habakkuk, was going to trust God.  He said it more poetically than that, though, giving us one of the great hidden gems of scripture:  

        Though the fig tree does not blossom,

                                                                        and no fruit is on the vines;

                                                            though the produce of the olive fails,

                                                                        and the fields yield no food;

                                                            though the flock is cut off from the fold,

                                                                        and there is no herd in the stalls,

                                                            yet I will rejoice in the Lord…

                                                                                                (Habakkuk 3:17-18)

 

That, summer congregation, is faith – trusting that we are in the care and providence of God when the evidence at hand seems scant or scarce.  It does not take much faith to “rejoice in the Lord” when the gardens of our lives are lush and green and filled with fruit.  It does not take much faith to “rejoice in the Lord” in prosperous and promising times.  It does not take much faith to “rejoice in the Lord” when your relationships are right and your life is full and good.  It does not take much faith to “rejoice in the Lord” when you can see clearly the way forward in your life.  

But often we cannot see.  A pilot this week told me that a part of the training to fly a plane is to fly “in the hood.”  He told me that as long as we can see the horizon, we can maintain our sense of balance and thus a pilot can keep a plane in balance, flying right-side up and on course, as long as he or she can see the horizon.  He said that there is something innate in human beings that enable us to do that.  But if we lose sight of the horizon, we lose that ability to stay in balance.  To mimic that eventuality as when planes fly into clouds or the dark of night, the trainee dons a hood – a piece of head armor that has a darkened screen for a face mask – that prevents him from seeing the horizon.  The only way he is going to be able to fly the plane is by the instrumentation in the cockpit.  Where the pilot cannot see, he or she must learn to trust the instruments.  Just so, for all those times we cannot see clearly in our lives, we have to learn to trust the instruments – scripture, Christ, Spirit to name a few – who teach us to see and to live by faith, by God.  

An obscure poet (smile) by the name of Mary Oliver has a poem that pertains.  It is called At the Pond.  

                                                                        At the Pond

 

                                                            One summer

                                                              I went every morning

                                                                to the edge of a pond where

                                                                  a huddle of just-hatched geese

 

                                                            would paddle to me

                                                              and clamber

                                                                up the marshy slope

                                                                  and over my body,

 

                                                            peeping and staring –

                                                              such sweetness every day

                                                                which the grown ones watched,

                                                                  for whatever reason,

 

                                                            serenely

                                                              Not there, however, but here

                                                                is where the story begins.

                                                                  Nature has many mysteries,

 

                                                            some of them severe.

                                                              Five of the young geese grew

                                                                heavy of chest and

                                                                  bold of wing

 

                                                            while the sixth waited and waited

                                                              in its gauze-feathers, its body

                                                                that would not grow.

                                                                  And then it was fall.

 

                                                            And this is what I think

                                                              everything is about:

                                                                the way

                                                                  I was glad

 

                                                            for those five and two

                                                              that flew away,

                                                                and the way I hold in my heart the wingless one

                                                                  that had to stay.

                                                                                    (Mary Oliver, Evidence, pp. 34-35)

 

It does not take much faith when our lives are like the “five and two” that were able to fly away and follow the normal course of things.  But what about those times when we are the wingless one and we are left out or left behind, when the fig tree does not blossom and no fruit is on our vines?  

Habakkuk’s answer?  “Yet I will rejoice in the Lord; I will exult in the God of my salvation.”  For us rejoice in the Lord in the hard times is not to deny the difficulties or devastations of our lives when they come but to affirm that there is something deeper, Someone (to be more precise) in whom we live and move and have our being whose love will not let us go.  

Joy is more than a feeling.  It does not depend on present favorable circumstances.  Joy is trust that all the incongruities of life someday will be resolved.  Joy is the trust that God will make provision for us.  Joy is the faith that even when appearances seem otherwise that finally and ultimately “all shall be well and all shall be well and all manner of things shall be well” for God is Lord of heaven and earth.  

There is an old, traditional, wonderful hymn of the church whose opening lyrics sing, “Rejoice, ye pure in heart!  Rejoice, give thanks, and sing!  Your festal banner wave on high, The cross of Christ your King…”  The cross of Christ our King.  Is there any circumstance in our lives more severe than the cross of Christ?  If ever there was a place where it seemed as if the fig tree had not blossomed and that no fruit was on the vines; that the produce of the olive had failed and the fields yielded no food; that the flock was cut off from the fold and there was no herd in the stalls, it was at that ignominious cross.  But we know what became of that, what God did for Christ at the cross, for here we are – a congregation gathered two thousand years later in his name!  Even there at the cross and tomb, especially there, the grace and glory of God shone bright and in that light, we see light for our lives.  

Living by faith is at times a bewildering venture.  No matter.  Whatever befalls us, we keep on trusting God, saying with Habakkuk, “Yet I will rejoice in the Lord!”  

Amen.

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