Here is the text of the Sermon for March 30, the story of the Man Born Blind - John 9:1 ff.
Peace and joy...
Steve
+I+N+I+
This story is mainly about what it means to be blind.
There are at
least two kinds of blindness.
- Physical
blindness, which can be overcome by personal courage, adaptation and
energy.
- And
spiritual blindness, which can only be overcome from the outside.
Here is a blind man, blind from
birth, utterly without sight. Quickly, tragedy turns to theology.
Here the question is “who
sinned? This man or his parents?” You have seen that happen in your own life,
something bad happens, and the question is “why, God?”
- “Did I
do something so that my baby was born so sick?”
- “If
you have enough faith, pray real hard, she will get better.”
- I need
to keep a positive attitude or the cancer will win!
Once in a church we worshiped a
teenage boy – Tommy - in the congregation was pickup by the cops on Friday
night. I had been involved with Tommy and his family in counseling.
Walking down the hallways on
Sunday this is what I heard.
“Well, John and Mary are wonderful people, but you can be too
wonderful, too easy on kids. That is why the boy did wrong.”
And not 20 feet down the hall: “John and Mary are good
people, but they probably set their standards two high, put too much pressure
on the boy, which led to this…”
A little further. “Poor John & Mary, how can such good
people have a son like that.”
We are desperate to theologize,
to make sense, to get God or ourselves off the hook. “Jesus, who sinned first,
this blind man or his parents.” Who is at fault, for someone must certainly be!
Jesus will have none of it!
None of this church basement
gossip, cool, abstract theologizing for Jesus. No sitting around talking about
another person’s pain. Rather, Jesus declares this is a chance to see a glimpse
of God’s Glory!
With a bit of spit and dirt, a
loving touch, he heals the man.
The mud is wiped off, the man
squints and blinks in the light and – praise God – he sees! Now they’ll all
rejoice, throw a party, right?
Oh, how little you know the
church if you think that!
A fresh theological debate
begins. “Who did this, and how? And most importantly, with whose authority? And
why on the Sabbath? He should have waited until sundown!”
The healing is done in a couple
of verses, and that should be the end of the man’s problems. But it is just the
beginning. More verses are expended in the argument that ensues because of the
healing then in the healing itself!
“Who did this?” the Authorities
ask him.
“Well, I don’t know for sure. I
didn’t actually see it when it hit me. I just know I was blind; now I can see!
That’s all I know!
The authorities grab his
parents. “Is this your son, lady? This your kid running around healed, trying
to make something big out of this Jesus?”
“Er, he kind of looks like him,
though I can’t be sure.”
“Well, we are going to kick him
out of the congregation for participating in an unapproved, illegal healing.”
“Now that you mention it,” says
Dad, “No that isn’t our son. Our son is blind.”
{Your father was expected to
stand up for you – no matter what! They disown him.}
They go after the man again.
“Look, I never once saw a flower
until today and I’d like to go see another. You want to know who healed me? It
was Jesus! Now will you leave me alone?”
And they kick the once blind,
now visionary man out of church, out on the curb.
Our Story
I ask you, who is this story about?
You think this is about someone else? How little you know of church!
Light of the world? Fine, as
long as it shines through acceptable channels. “The light shines in the
darkness” it says in John 1. But light is hard to contain. Ask my bedroom
curtains tomorrow morning! Light is powerful, uncontrollable. And there is
something about us, says John, that loves darkness rather then light.
Don’t get hung up on the hows
and the whys of this story about a man born blind, because after a few verses
it’s not about him anymore. It is our story. We are like Nicodemus a couple of
weeks ago. We, too, are in the dark. “How can this be? How can this be?”
There are ways to go about these
things, approved channels to follow. This unlicensed stuff can be
irresponsible. Our world may be relentlessly, unrelievedly tragic, but it is
our world – predictable and patterned and reliable.
“True enough” he said. “All I
know is that I was blind. Now I see.”
Remember Tommy?
I kind of lost track of him for
a while. Then one day I was in the store when I heard someone say, “Hello
Steve.” It was Tommy, though it took me a few minutes to recognize him. He
looked great; his eyes clear his hair neat. His nametag said that he worked in
the store. “What happened?” I asked.
“I’ve been saved,” he said.
“Saved? From what”
“From sin; from the hell I was
living.” And then he mentioned the church, one of those edge-of-town
nondenominational steel shed holy-roller places.
“I’m glad! I’m just sorry that
we Lutherans did not help.”
”Don’t feel bad, Pastor. You
Lutherans offered me aspirin. I needed massive chemotherapy.”
TRANSLATION: All I know is that
I was blind, but now I see!
Let me be clear.
I think clear thinking about God
is important, and our theological heritage, and our main-line way of doing
things.
But I also know this. There are
two kinds of blindness.
Physical blindness. That kind
can be overcome with struggle and effort.
Spiritual blindness. And that
can only be overcome when the gracious presence of Jesus breaks in and blinds
us with the light of Glory of the Father.
With the light of Christ
breaking in among us we can see God at work in all sorts of un-expected places
– all around us.
That’s all I know!
+AMEN+
Here is the text of the Sermon for March 30, the story of the Man Born Blind - John 9:1 ff.
Peace and joy...
Steve
+I+N+I+
This story is mainly about what it means to be blind.
There are at
least two kinds of blindness.
- Physical
blindness, which can be overcome by personal courage, adaptation and
energy.
- And
spiritual blindness, which can only be overcome from the outside.
Here is a blind man, blind from
birth, utterly without sight. Quickly, tragedy turns to theology.
Here the question is “who
sinned? This man or his parents?” You have seen that happen in your own life,
something bad happens, and the question is “why, God?”
- “Did I
do something so that my baby was born so sick?”
- “If
you have enough faith, pray real hard, she will get better.”
- I need
to keep a positive attitude or the cancer will win!
Once in a church we worshiped a
teenage boy – Tommy - in the congregation was pickup by the cops on Friday
night. I had been involved with Tommy and his family in counseling.
Walking down the hallways on
Sunday this is what I heard.
“Well, John and Mary are wonderful people, but you can be too
wonderful, too easy on kids. That is why the boy did wrong.”
And not 20 feet down the hall: “John and Mary are good
people, but they probably set their standards two high, put too much pressure
on the boy, which led to this…”
A little further. “Poor John & Mary, how can such good
people have a son like that.”
We are desperate to theologize,
to make sense, to get God or ourselves off the hook. “Jesus, who sinned first,
this blind man or his parents.” Who is at fault, for someone must certainly be!
Jesus will have none of it!
None of this church basement
gossip, cool, abstract theologizing for Jesus. No sitting around talking about
another person’s pain. Rather, Jesus declares this is a chance to see a glimpse
of God’s Glory!
With a bit of spit and dirt, a
loving touch, he heals the man.
The mud is wiped off, the man
squints and blinks in the light and – praise God – he sees! Now they’ll all
rejoice, throw a party, right?
Oh, how little you know the
church if you think that!
A fresh theological debate
begins. “Who did this, and how? And most importantly, with whose authority? And
why on the Sabbath? He should have waited until sundown!”
The healing is done in a couple
of verses, and that should be the end of the man’s problems. But it is just the
beginning. More verses are expended in the argument that ensues because of the
healing then in the healing itself!
“Who did this?” the Authorities
ask him.
“Well, I don’t know for sure. I
didn’t actually see it when it hit me. I just know I was blind; now I can see!
That’s all I know!
The authorities grab his
parents. “Is this your son, lady? This your kid running around healed, trying
to make something big out of this Jesus?”
“Er, he kind of looks like him,
though I can’t be sure.”
“Well, we are going to kick him
out of the congregation for participating in an unapproved, illegal healing.”
“Now that you mention it,” says
Dad, “No that isn’t our son. Our son is blind.”
{Your father was expected to
stand up for you – no matter what! They disown him.}
They go after the man again.
“Look, I never once saw a flower
until today and I’d like to go see another. You want to know who healed me? It
was Jesus! Now will you leave me alone?”
And they kick the once blind,
now visionary man out of church, out on the curb.
Our Story
I ask you, who is this story about?
You think this is about someone else? How little you know of church!
Light of the world? Fine, as
long as it shines through acceptable channels. “The light shines in the
darkness” it says in John 1. But light is hard to contain. Ask my bedroom
curtains tomorrow morning! Light is powerful, uncontrollable. And there is
something about us, says John, that loves darkness rather then light.
Don’t get hung up on the hows
and the whys of this story about a man born blind, because after a few verses
it’s not about him anymore. It is our story. We are like Nicodemus a couple of
weeks ago. We, too, are in the dark. “How can this be? How can this be?”
There are ways to go about these
things, approved channels to follow. This unlicensed stuff can be
irresponsible. Our world may be relentlessly, unrelievedly tragic, but it is
our world – predictable and patterned and reliable.
“True enough” he said. “All I
know is that I was blind. Now I see.”
Remember Tommy?
I kind of lost track of him for
a while. Then one day I was in the store when I heard someone say, “Hello
Steve.” It was Tommy, though it took me a few minutes to recognize him. He
looked great; his eyes clear his hair neat. His nametag said that he worked in
the store. “What happened?” I asked.
“I’ve been saved,” he said.
“Saved? From what”
“From sin; from the hell I was
living.” And then he mentioned the church, one of those edge-of-town
nondenominational steel shed holy-roller places.
“I’m glad! I’m just sorry that
we Lutherans did not help.”
”Don’t feel bad, Pastor. You
Lutherans offered me aspirin. I needed massive chemotherapy.”
TRANSLATION: All I know is that
I was blind, but now I see!
Let me be clear.
I think clear thinking about God
is important, and our theological heritage, and our main-line way of doing
things.
But I also know this. There are
two kinds of blindness.
Physical blindness. That kind
can be overcome with struggle and effort.
Spiritual blindness. And that
can only be overcome when the gracious presence of Jesus breaks in and blinds
us with the light of Glory of the Father.
With the light of Christ
breaking in among us we can see God at work in all sorts of un-expected places
– all around us.
That’s all I know!
+AMEN+