by Michael Phillips
Josh 5:9-12;
Luke 15:1-3, 11-32
Theres a beautiful song, performed by Simon and Garfunkel,
entitled Homeward Bound. The lyrics in
the chorus are:
Homeward Bound, I wish I was, homeward bound
Home, where my thoughts escaping
Home, where my musics playing
Home, where my love lies waiting silently for me
Ive discovered I dont travel as well as I used to. My forty-nine-year-old frame can still ball
up into economy aircraft seats and compact Suburus, but it doesnt sit as patiently
as it once could, and it doesnt unwrap itself from 17 hours of traveling
without a great deal of pain.
It never
fails, for this reason, that when I agree to go on a mission trip that I have
mixed feelings on the one hand, Im excited to be part
of what God is doing in the world. On
the other hand, knowing whats in store for me in the
going and the coming visits me with a certain sense of dread and the recurring
question Why, Michael, did you ever agree to do this?
After arriving
in
I have an
infection, she advises me. I will not be
able to accompany my friends into the bush of Montegalpa,
the mountainous region in northern
I spend three
very lonely days in recovery. The hours
were endless and empty. Again, my
thoughts turn to home, but more importantly, these days of loneliness and silence
became a wonderful opportunity for me to speak with my sole companion
God. In a very strange way, it was a
refreshing time. In fact, I began to
wonder, and then to believe, that this was the time God had in mind for me from
the beginning. Not only was my health
restored, but in some sense, my very life that deepest part of life that
wanes and waxes, ebbs and surges that part of life which is the awareness of
Gods presence. It was a wonderful gift
to me to be ill to be forced to sit and wait to
have nothing to apply myself to accept the waiting, and the loneliness, and the
silence, and the presence of the living God.
Spending so much time in a
non-English speaking world without the benefit of my companions gave me the
opportunity to focus more on my Spanish.
The empty nights gave me the time to focus on my guitar. The empty mornings gave me the time to focus
on my prayers, and my writings.
Lent is
supposed to be such a time a time to contemplate just how far we really are
from home and how we fail to live as if we were home. Instead, it seems, weve made ourselves far
too much at home where we are now, and weve adopted far too many practices in
our comings and goings and the way we treat others that fail to speak of faith,
hope, love, and the ministry of reconciliation.
Lent is a time when we are supposed to reconcile the reality of our dust
and ashes with our ideals the hopes and dreams for a better way of living
life here and now in the Presence of the Living God.
Traveling to
Yes, home, whatever it is you call
it, is a nice place to be. However, it
is more critical to recognize that we are called to
live as aliens and strangers who are far from home, who bear witness to the
reality of that home, and the ideals of that home in the way we treat one another.
I share these
things with you because there is a very important lesson in them about what it
means to be Presbyterian. You see, the
way that I approached Nicaragua being open to whatever might happen, being
unable and unwilling to attempt to direct the course of events is the way we
are supposed to approach being the body of Christ. It is the way the Session, in accordance with
our polity, is supposed to approach any decision
making process. It leaves room for the
Spirit of God to move among us. You see, if you enter into a meeting with your mind already made up
there is no room for the Spirit to surprise or enlighten you. There is no room for God there.
You see, sometimes the Prodigal is
not a person it is an idea. Perhaps it
would be better to say it is an ideal.
It is the practice of living and working as friends and colleagues while
listening for the guidance of Jesus Christ and the Holy Spirit. Our parable this morning recounts how
overjoyed God is when our ideals return to us when we behave as we have
promised to behave toward one another.
Yet, interestingly enough, our parable also recounts that everyone is
not happy when the way they thought things should go are disrupted by Gods
grace in returning us to our true calling as Christians and as
Presbyterians. The older brother was not
at all pleased by the turn of events grace ushered in. Even so, Gods grace isnt
swayed by his criticism. God knows,
apart from our ideals, we are dead.
The Book of Order requires me, at a
service of installation for Deacons and Elders, to speak to such issues. In a moment or so, Ill
administer an oath to our nominees. One
of the questions they will be asked is the following: Will you be a friend among your colleagues
in ministry, working with them, subject to the ordering of Gods Word and
Spirit. Shortly after they answer all
the questions posed to them by the Book of Order, the Clerk will stand and ask
the congregation this question: Do we
agree to encourage them, to respect their decisions, and to follow as they
guide us, serving Jesus Christ, who alone is Head of the Church?
There was a time when I spent many
meetings at Presbytery speaking against the designs of a group of pastors who
allied themselves in blocs of voting members in order to have things their
way. Several of my colleagues wondered
if we too should form a voting bloc to even the playing field. My response was simple: If we dont believe thats how God would
have us act, why would we choose to act that way in response? I, for one, would rather lose my life acting
as Christ has asked me, than save my life by acting as if there is no
distinction between the church and the House or the Senate. They think they are striving to win Christ,
but they are mistaken. At the end of the
day, whatever it is they end up winning wont be
Christ. If thats
the case, why should we strive against them for whatever it is they hope to
win?
I have never found it easy to sit, or
to wait, while in pain and anguish. But, I can say from personal experience that doing nothing
is sometimes the greatest witness we can make to the validity of our
faith. To rest in the arms of God and
allow the future to unfold as it will is the single
sufficient act that speaks to the certainty of our conviction that God is
present with us no matter what life throws at us. No, its not easy;
its never easy, but its right.
What a joy it was to dwell in
By surrendering my plans, and placing
myself in Gods hands, my experience was far richer and fuller than it would
ever have been otherwise. I lived as a
stranger and an alien among the people I had gone to serve, but they, in
Christ, called me a friend, and fed me with the food of their love.
(Comments to Michael at mykhal@epix.net.)