Sunday, November 17, 2013
I heard about a woman last week who wanted to get her husband tickets
to the game between the Denver Broncos and her husband’s beloved Kansas City Chiefs. NFL tickets can be pricey, so she put up her
Wedding ring on sale, on EBay. A
sacrifice? Yeah but, the Chiefs are 9-0,
and they will beat the 8-1 Broncos. She
wants her beloved husband to be able to see it.
It is worth the sacrifice.
I
later discovered, the wedding ring she wanted to sell was from her
husband! Not the one who for whom she
was going to buy tickets. When the radio
talk show hosts discussed this woman’s gesture, they thought it she was selling
the ring from her current husband. One
of the hosts’ wives called the show. She
was so touched that football mattered this much to this family, she offered to
pay for their game tickets so the woman could keep the ring and the man could
see the game. This wife of the talk
show, herself a football wife, understands how important football is and how
much people are willing to give up for their team.
Young
Mormons sacrifice two years of their lives to travel the world and spread their
faith. Shawn Bradley was a top
basketball prospect and after his freshman year at Brigham Young University, he
was sure to be a first round NBA draft pick, a guaranteed millionaire. He put it off for two years. He traveled and evangelized. His gospel, the Latter Day Saint faith, is
one I reject. But, clearly it was
important to him.
Young
Muslims who get swayed by promises of the most radical sects of their faith
give up even more. Mostly poor people,
they are lured by promises of Heaven.
They believe with such intensity that they tape bombs to themselves and
detonate right in the middle of crowds of people they have deemed the
enemy. I think this is evil. Absolute evil. But clearly, the person willing to be a
suicide bomber takes his faith seriously.
Do
we? I don’t think we need to put our
lives on hold for a two-year door-to-door stint. God does not call everyone to that. But, do we take the call God does place on us
as seriously as Mormons take their faith?
I reject suicide
bombings completely. I see nothing in
that expression of faith that is good or worth emulating. Do we who follow and worship the Prince of
Peace have the same zeal for our God, the true God that extremists and suicide
bombers have for their distorted vision of God?
Do follow
after the teachings of Jesus as ardently as football fans follow their favorite
teams? Does living as a disciple of
Jesus matter as much to us as the Chiefs beating the Broncos matters to that
fan in the Midwest? If we say yes, it
matters that much, then what is the sign that it matters. If someone observed your life or my life,
what would that observer see that would lead him to say “oh, that is obviously
a follower of Jesus?”
For
affluent people or people in a context where Christianity is the cultural norm
faith can become lukewarm. And this is
deadly. Affluent people see what their
money can get for them. They see how
their privileged position in society gives advantages. The benefits of worshiping God are not as
obvious. It is not clear why we should
live in dependence on God and in obedience to God. Faith is relegated to the margins of our
lives. We don’t stop believing. We do stop thinking that faith matters very
much. We certainly would not give other
things up for the sake of worship and ministry.
The 5th
century BC prophet Malachi faced such a state of affairs. ‘Malachi’ literally means messenger and this
ancient God-worshiper was commissioned with a pointed, confrontational message
for the people God.
Malachi
does not primarily deal with politics.
He doesn’t talk about monarchy.
He lives after foreign invaders have toppled Israel and Judah’s kings. The people have returned from exile and live
under a governor who is appointed by Persia.
War and politics are not issues.
Malachi’s issue is a faith gone stale in a world where God’s people see
the powers around them more than they trust in the power of God.
Are we
prone to suffering from a similarly limited vision? Do money, secularism, consumerism,
entertainment, and a thirst for material things all cast shadows that prevent
us from seeing God or seeing how import God is in life?
In Malachi,
God is the speaker and God begins establishing what is at stake. Verse 2 – “Israel, I, the Lord, have loved
you.” God recounts how Israel was chosen
and protected. “But,” God says, “You
embarrass me by offering worthless food on my altar. … Isn’t it wrong to offer
animals that are blind, crippled, or sick?
Just try giving those animals to your governor” (1:7a, 8).
Worship in
ancient times involved a system of offering animal sacrifices as burnt
offerings. This was established by Moses
and the animals were to be the best of the flock, the first born and unblemished. Worship in Malachi’s day had degenerated to
the point that if people bothered to offer anything at all, it was the runt of
the litter, the lame of the flock.
An analogy
for today might be us saying in worship after we’ve paid our bills and after
we’ve paid our taxes and after we’ve set aside money for retirement and for
vacation, then, if there is anything left, we’ll put a little bit of it in the
collect plate at church on Sunday.
Malachi called out the people and especially the priests. They all knew they wouldn’t dare cheat the
governor’s collection on taxes. There
would be painful consequences for that.
We would
not think of holding back our taxes or skipping out on our bills. We would suffer for doing so. Do we see how holding back in our worship
causes injury to our relationship with God?
Someone might respond, when I
sing, I worship my heart out.
Malachi responds back, fine, sing
your heart out. When God gets the left
overs of your money or your time or your energy, then God sees the place you
are giving Him in your life.
I heard the
story about the woman who wanted to sell her wedding ring for football tickets
on a sports talk radio show. One of the
hosts professes to be a Catholic.
Catholics, like Baptist, worship Jesus Christ. He is Lord for Catholics, which means Jesus
is master over every area of life.
This radio
show host, every once in a while, mentions he is Catholic and that it is
important to him to be Catholic. He
never mentions Jesus. His views on money
do not suggest that he gives Jesus’ teaching any thought on that topic. He often regales the audience with tales of
heavy drinking, intoxication, and vile language. He expresses his love for movies a Catholic
priest would definitely not condone. He
is ignorant of the most basic Biblical stories, like wise men bringing gifts to
Jesus. In fact nothing in his speech or
values would lead a listener to think that he follows Jesus. Yet he would say being Catholic matter to
him. In what way?
If someone
looked into my life or yours, would they think following Jesus matters to
us? I am not saying we have to have it
all together. We don’t. I am not saying we must be perfect. We can’t.
The leading saints in the Bible messed up. I am not saying one major fail or epic
relapse dooms us. But I am asking, and I
am asking this of myself and each of us.
If another person just examined our lives, would they conclude from our
choices that following Jesus matters more to us than anything?
God’s
response to a lackadaisical, half-hearted approach to worship comes in Malachi
1:10. “I wish someone would lock the
doors of my temple, so you would stop wasting time, building fires on my
altar. I am not pleased with you priests
and I refuse to accept any more of your offerings.” People who spend their lives studying the Old
Testament will tell us that God’s highest purpose for humanity is worship. It is in worship that we relate to God. We are created for the purpose of
relationship with God. More than
anything else, the reason you and I exist is to relate to God.
Our
relating to God begins when we gather as his people, his church, and together,
we worship him. What we do here on
Sunday mornings matters more than anything else we can imagine. It matters to God. God knows where our hearts are in it. God knows when we go through the
motions. God delights in our heart-felt
worship. God vomits out worship and
offerings that are given begrudgingly.
I wish someone would lock the doors of my
temple. I refuse to accept any more of
your offerings.
I imagine
the prophet day after day in the temple courts, debating with priests. I can see the priests wanting to plug their
ears. They have to deal with the reality
that they serve at the pleasure of a pagan foreigner, the emperor of
Persia. There are foreign powers all
around, they are powerless, and now this annoying prophet badgers them to be
more faithful to the God of Moses and the God of David. Well, centuries have passed and whatever God
did for Moses and David is not being done now.
So the prophet comes and argues and they argue back. Or maybe they blow him off. This happens for a time.
Someone is
watching and writing it down. A poet
captures the spirit of these disputes.
Instead of the prophet’s name, the poet simply calls him “Messenger,”
“Malachi.” The poet writes it all down
because he can see who truly believes in the power of God; not the priests, the
ones who are supposed to testify to God’s reality. It is this prophet.
Through
him, God says, “From dawn until dusk, my name is praised by every nation on
this earth, as they burn incense and offer proper sacrifices to me” (1:11). People who are not the Chosen People; people
who do not have the benefit of prophets and a heritage of Abraham and Moses;
somehow people all over instinctively know to give their hearts to God. Through Malachi God says, “I am the great
King, the Lord All-Powerful, and I am worshiped by nations everywhere.” But the priests arguing with Malachi,
representing those who have received the revelation of God have now slipped
into a ho-hum faith.
I fear
American Christians are constantly in danger of a ho-hum faith.
But, I see
signs that many in our church are motivated by a desire to worship and serve
God. Three recent examples stand out for
me. We had an event, the Fall
Festival. It was planned by our
associate pastor Heather. One of her
great joys was that all the volunteer stations were filled pretty quickly. Does that seem small, people volunteering to
run a bounce house for two hours? Is
that really a sign that faith is alive?
There are many ways someone can spend a Saturday morning. We had about 20 volunteers who decided they
believed God was working through the Fall Festival and they valued God’s work
enough that they wanted to be part of it.
A second
sign is similar to the first. Heather is
planning a major Christmas event – the Bethlehem village. On Thursday of this week, in her office, she
let out a triumphant shout. Why? Again, people in our church are deeming that
this event is God at work and they want to be part of it.
Of course
volunteering is not something to be done in place of worship but along with
whole-hearted, fully-energized worship.
Worship is not done in place of tithing.
Tithing is one expression of worship and when worship matters to us, we
give ourselves to all aspects of it.
A third
encouraging sign for me came this week.
My wife Candy is leading a campaign for Children’s Hope Chest to raise
funds for the medical care for the kids at the care point our church supports
in Ethiopia. Candy gasped as she was
tracking the gifts that came in. Someone
made a 4-figure contribution. I asked if
that gift came from here and she said, “Yes.”
I said, “Don’t tell me anymore.”
The
generosity is greatly appreciated, but the point is not for me to know who did
what. All I need to know is I am a part
of a church where there are people whose faith is seen in their actions. Gifts given joyfully and sacrificially are
received by God. The relationship that
worshiper has with God is deepened as that person, that volunteer, that singer,
that tither trusts God and cares about worship more than anything else. The reward is the very real sense of God’s
presence every day of life.
Is that reward enough? Does God matter that much?
I am
reading a book of essays by African American theologians. One talks about the invisible institution –
the church of the slaves in pre-civil war America. Slaves either had to attend churches run by
their white masters or they were not permitted to worship at all. Teaching slaves to read was strictly
forbidden. So, no Bible reading.
And yet,
secretly, a few slaves did learn to read.
They would sneak away from the slave quarters, late at night, and have
church services, far back in the forests where the white people could not see
or hear them. What did they risk? If they were caught, they could be whipped,
sold, or even killed. Worship mattered
that much. They realized that their life
was in God and apart from God nothing mattered.
They were willing to risk everything just to worship Him in Jesus name
and hear the stories of His salvation.[i]
I know some
among us recognize how valuable our walk with God is. Each of us this week should spend time
wrestling with the question. Does my
faith matter? If I say yes, what are the
signs? How would someone who takes note
of my life know that Jesus is more to me than anything else?
Let this be
the question that troubles each of us in the week ahead.
AMEN
[i]
Dwight n. Hopkins (2003), “Slave Theology in the Invisible Institution” in African American Religious Though: An
Anthology (edited by Cornel West and Eddie S. Glaude Jr), Chapter 34.