Sermon Sunday, May 25, 2008

Chatting and Folding

By Georgann Peck

Hosea 10: 1-12; Matthew 7: 7-12

 

The first thing that I think of when I think of good gifts from God is my family. (Contrapuntal:  now we all know that there are times when our family is not the best gift that we have, but when it operates at its finest, it is a good gift) I remember the time that my mother and I went to visit our newest family member, Nicholas. We waited a couple of weeks after he was born, giving the new mom and dad a while to catch their breath and the other side of the family time with the new baby so they would be ready to relinquish him by the time we made our move.

 

We took our most-prized, signature dishes with us for dinner that first night, placing them carefully on the floorboard of our car, and stacking gifts to the ceiling, we headed out for the four-hour trip to Midland, TX. As we traveled we talked excitedly in anticipation of seeing our newest family member. That evening, after the dinner dishes were cleared away, we spent the rest of our time sitting in the living room, passing baby Nicholas around, admiring his tiny features, deciding who he looked most alike, and counting his fingers and toes, inspecting him for the umpteenth time since his birth. WE fell in love with him before we went to sleep that night. 

 

The first morning we were there, we decided to do a few loads of laundry that had accumulated. We talked about the kind of things that mothers and grandmother think they have to pas along to new moms as we sat and folded tiny clothes and baby blankets.

 

AS we sat in the living room, chatting and folding, I could sense our deep connection. MiMi, Mom, and I were totally connected: by our blood, our faith, our roles in life, and the love that we shared with one another and the rest of our family. Our time together was precious.

 

As we were chatting and folding,  Nicholas began to squirm and cry for his mom. MiMi put the clothes down, picked him up, and began to feed him. They were lost in one another’s eyes, a picture of contentment.  We were watching as MiMi began stroking the outline of his ears and traced the perimeter of his face gently with her finger, when we noticed her look of adoration turned to curiosity, and then horror. Her bliss was interrupted when her attention was diverted from Nicholas to her engagement ring. When she noticed that the diamond was missing that was all she could think of. "I can’t believe it! My diamond is gone!"

 

(Cp: There are many more tragic things that happen in life, but MiMi’s eyes teared up and her heart sunk as she began to realize her loss.)

 

She immediately laid Nicholas on the sofa and dropped to the floor and began to search in the thick threads for her diamond.

Pat, pat, pat. She patted the carpet as she searched for the tiny diamond. She systematically sectioned off a few feet of carpet to explore. She patted it again and again, feeling for that diamond. She continued until she searched the small living room and then moved into the dining area.

 

Mom and I exchanged glances, knowing the possibility of finding the diamond was small. But, in spite of the futility of the effort, we joined her search, hoping to discover that little gem, nestled down in the threads of the carpet.

 

After we were exhausted we ended the sweep search in the rug and began looking on counter tops, in the kitchen, and in the bathrooms but our efforts brought nothing. We all sat back down in a slump. Eventually, MiMi returned to caring for Nicholas as mom and I restored order to the apartment and put away folded laundry.

 

The rest of the evening was spent in quiet conversation, but disappointment, rather than joy, hung in the air.

 

The next morning we woke up knowing it would be our last day together for awhile. We decided to return a couple of duplicate shower gifts. It was one of those frosty March mornings when the grass and trees sparkled with icy dew. MiMi wanted to drive. Mom sat on the passenger side. I buckled in Baby Nicholas and slid in next to him, shivering from the cold.

 

After Mi Mi started the car, she reached over to turn on the heater and noticed a puzzling look on her grandmother's face. "Are you OK, grandma?" “Mmmm. Yes. I’m OK, but, well, I see it," she said, "I see your diamond. It's on the hood of the car!" This time it was MiMi and I who exchanged skeptical glances but, again moved by sheer compassion,  we got out of the car and looked.

 

Sure enough, right there on the hood of the car, where MiMi had set her overnight bag, two weeks earlier, was her tiny little diamond. It was so small, yet so brilliant, there amid the glittering frosty dew.

 

We were dumfounded. The treasure that was lost had been found.

 

It's been over 15 years since that weekend. Nicholas is in high school, in a Presbyterian youth group in another state. MiMi and Lando have two more children. Mom died, and I moved on. Many years have passed, many things have happened throughout those years but one thing remains: we are still connected. We are connected by blood, faith, roles in life, and the love that we share.

     

Each of us have our own family stories, some of them reflect deep connections with one another and some of them do not but when we gather here, whatever our stories are, converge and melt into a bigger story. We’ve been called here to form a new kind of family, a community of people who belong to God., sometimes with similar roles like those we’re already accustomed to and sometimes to new roles, bringing out the best of who we are. We are here to participate in the biggest story of all, God’s story.

 

See? God wants a family, too, so God created an unchanging plan to create us as humans, and then adopt us into the divine, bringing us into  a new family, God's family.  We are not here accidentally, our birth was no mishap or fluke of nature. Our parents may not have planned for us, BUT GOD DID. The Psalmist said, "You know me inside and out, how I was sculpted, from nothing into something." (Psalms 39:15). God sculpted us to be become holy sons and daughters, paying special attention to every detail. We are beloved children, like Jesus, in whom God is well-pleased, (Belonging to God) “It is our destiny and our purpose.” (Romans 8:29, The Message)

 

By God’s own command, God’s role in our new family is central. God wants to be the center of our attention and Jesus reminds us that the most important commandment of all is that we love God with all our heart, all our strength, and all our mind.!

But there lies the problem: We put almost everything before God. We have become scattered, unfocused, cynical and apathetic toward worshipping God.

Have you seen the bumper stickers that say, “God Bless America?” Well, God has blessed America! We have been given so much, so many choices, and we have not always made the right ones. Many things cry for our attention: things happening in our society, in our own families, in our work, and there are always those things that glitter, shiny things that divert our attention from our true treasure, our true center.  We spend our energy  focusing on those who scream the loudest for our attention and the inordinate treasure.  We’ve heard all of the reasons for not joining the family for worship:  sports are at the top of the list, or, “Sunday is the only time we have with family,” or “Sunday is the only time we have to  sleep” or “we spend the summer at the lake” or ________________  you fill in the blank.

Then there are the rest of us who come faithfully. We come together and fuss. We fuss about the cost of living, the corruption of our government, the weather, what we have, what we don't, the power wielded by insurance and pharmaceutical companies, and the price of hospital care.

We even stand in our church parking lots and fuss about the order of worship, our sisters and brothers that we just passed the peace of Christ with, the sermon, our church leaders . . . the absence of our younger  members, and the demise of the youth today.  WE FUSS about allot of things JUST LIKE WE DO AT HOME and  just like the Israelites who were also led by the Spirit of God, we fail to recognize who it is that we belong to by our spiritual connections, and the genetics that make us unique.

 

As a result of not realizing who we are and who we belong to, we are much like the people in Hosea’s story:

We are worried about the land that has not prospered

We’ve spent our wealth adorning our alters, our homes, and ourselves

We’ve produced leaders who have made unwise decisions

We’ve not made God the center of our attention. Our priorities are out of order. We have missed the mark!

 

I hear that 80% of our national population is on some kind of prescription drugs. We have become lethargic, depressed, and sick. Of course we are. We are feeling in our bodies the anguish of our spirit. Our spirit who longs to connect the SPIRIT of our creator.   

 

Can you hear what GOD is saying to us? I believe that God is telling us that it is time for us to get our priorities straight. Return to me, O Israel, resounds in our ears.  Return to me, O America!  In Hosea, God says, “seek me FIRST and I will shower you with good”.  In Matthew, Jesus says for us to “ASK him, KNOCK at his door, SEEK his ways, and then, we shall FIND what we need. Sit and chat awhile with me. Find me in the face of others as you work with them, doing the ordinary things of life, like folding clothes. What Jesus has to give us will be good for us.  When we put God first, things will change, and  then we will be able to tell the good news instead of the bad!

 

Years may have past since we’ve really connected with God, we may find ourselves distracted from our first love, but all the things that made that connection possible first place are still in tact: God’s love for us, the grace of Jesus Christ, the gift of faith, a place in the family, and the community of the Spirit.

 

God is not absent from this wonderful space that we occupy. In fact, there is no where that we can go that God is not already there! God is as near as our own soul, closer than our most secret thoughts, in the very breath we breathe. God is not an elusive dream, but is alive and longs to be known, in the divine person of Jesus Christ. 

 

    

The good news is that God still wants us to be part of the family. God is available to us. God does not avoid us, but seeks us first, and when we turn toward God, the contact is instantaneous and it lasts forever and

ever!! Allelujah!