Monday, May 13, 2019


We have probably all noticed
            that life on this planet isn’t a cakewalk.
A lot of bad stuff happens. 
I’ll spare you the list of horrors in the news.
You already know that.

Along with the bad stuff, there is plenty
            of goodness and beauty.
There’s a great deal to love here.
But there’s a problem with that too.
The lovely comes and then it’s gone. It’s transitory.
A thousand poems have said it.
Robert Frost put it simply:

Nature’s first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold
Her early leaf’s a flower
But only so an hour
Then leaf subsides to leaf
So Eden came to grief
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

Augustine said
            it is not so much the bad stuff that breaks our hearts
            as the passing away of what we love,
            the people, places and times we love.

That’s why religion – not just ours –
religion itself looks beyond what the Prayer Book calls:
            the changes and the chances of this mortal life
            to find a place where our true hope resides.
The Scriptures teach us to set our eyes
            upon that realm where God’s gracious
and merciful will is done
                        not just now and then
                        but forever and ever amen.

As Christians, we have another world in view.
Paul said,
            If the earthly tent we live in is destroyed,
            we have a building from God,
an eternal house in heaven.

Life was hard in Appalachia in 1784
when Christians began singing,

            I am a poor wayfaring stranger
            While travelin’ in this world below.
            There is no sickness toil or danger
            In that bright world to which I go. 

Since the 5thcentury BC in Greece
-- and earlier in the East – 
there have been compelling philosophical arguments
            for believing in a realm of enduring
meaning, beauty, and goodness.
But our first intuitions of such a hope
            did not come from philosophy.
They came from the visions of prophets:
            Isaiah, Jeremiah, Ezekiel, Daniel,
            Enoch, and St. John the Divine
            who gave us today’s lesson from Revelation.
During a dark time of persecution,
exiled from his home in Ephesus,
            living in a small cave on the little Greek island 
            of Patmos – a dark, grim place then,
           a holy place today adorned with candles and icons --
John had a vision that became the last book
            in our Bible. 
It has always been a controversial book.
It made it into the Bible by the skin of its teeth.
Parts of Revelation are seriously problematic.
But there are also passages of such tender consolation,
            we just couldn’t let go of it. 

Granted, there have been times when the Church 
            was so heavenly minded 
            we weren’t much use on Earth.
But in our day, we have turned our eyes 
away from Heaven,
            reducing our faith to either 
            a political agenda or an amateur psychology.

The gospel certainly has social justice implications 
            and faith can support psychological health.
But if we lose sight of our hope in Eternity, 
we betray the gospel and fail to offer
this heartbroken and despairing world
the very thing it so desperately needs.

Today’s lesson begins with the key words,
            I looked.
Albert Einstein said,
            Reality is an illusion but a very persistent one.
Our greatest physicist said this realm 
            of time and space is illusory.
John the Divine used his sacred imagination 
            to look past that veil of illusion, 
the chaos of this world,
maya, the Buddhists call it, 
            to find the context of sacred meaning
in which our so time and space reality floats. 

John looked and he saw a multitude gathered 
before the throne of God.
The multitude were those who had 
            come through the great ordeal.
Which of us has not been through
            the great ordeal? 
And the multitude sang,
            Salvation belongs to our God
            who sits upon the throne and to the Lamb.

Then John tells us the ultimate fate of the multitude
            -- that would be us.
They will hunger no more and thirst no more.
The sun will not strike them
            nor any scorching heat . . . 
and God will wipe away every tear from their eyes.//

When we say Heaven, 
          we are not talking about a geographical place.
We are not talking about a date in time.

We use images of space and time 
            to  because that’s how we think.
But Heaven is a realm beyond space and time.
John is describing the larger Reality
in which space and time exist. 
It’s made of love beyond our capacity to imagine.
That larger reality already holds us in being.

1,300 years later, Lady Julian of Norwich in a vision
            saw the whole cosmos as a hazelnut,
            so frail, so insubstantial, she asked God
            What holds it in existence?
             What keeps it from falling into nothing?
It exists, God answered, because I love it. 

But why should we trust such visions?
Are they not perhaps psychotic breaks?
Why trust one vision rather than another?
There are two reasons for us to believe 
            in St. John’s and Lady Julian’s visions.
First, we put visions to a moral test.
What does faith in such a vision do to people?
If we say, when life’s play is done 
            and we ask what truly mattered,
            and we answer, the bottom line is love,
            what kind of person does that make?
It makes us kinder. It makes us compassionate.
It inspires us to live in hope instead 
            of the despair that possesses so many
            leading to paralysis at best
            and at worst, to violence.

The second test is coherence.
Marilyn McCord Adams, one of our very best
            philosophers of religion,
wrote a book titled, Horrendous Evils
            and the Goodness of God.

She says, if God is who we believe God to be,
            infinitely good, boundlessly merciful,
            if goodness and mercy are what make God God,
            then the Eternity which waits for us
            has to be so wonderful, so splendid,    
            that we can look back on even the worst
            things that have happened,
            and say that, awful as it was,
            the destination makes it worth the journey,
            having endured all we have endured.

God will wipe away every tear 
            we have ever shed
            and replace them all with joy.