Bothering with Baptism

The first person in line that day was an old woman named Rachel. When she came up from the water, the first thing she felt was relief. She had been waiting a long time to see the Baptizer, and she was glad she had been able to make it to him before she became too frail to make the journey out into the wilderness. After Rachel was Benjamin. When Benjamin came up out of the water, the he felt relieved, too, but that was mostly because he couldn’t swim, and even with the John’s enormous, hairy paw of a hand under his head, he didn’t like to be submerged for any longer than necessary.

After Benjamin was a little woman named Anna. The first thing she thought when she came up from the water, God help her, was that she might have left the fire burning too hot in her oven. Surely her sister would notice if the fire spit an ember out onto the floor, she thought, and then chastised herself for having such a mundane thought at such a profound moment, but God help her, there she was. Anna was followed by Jeremiah, who came up out of the water worried about what the Pharisees might say to him later but certain that there was no place else he’d rather be.

Jesus followed Jeremiah, and when Jesus came up out of the water he was filled with an overwhelming longing to be still and know God, a deep desire to pray. James followed Jesus, a little boy who had only come down to the water’s edge because his mother was in line too but who found himself grinning like a goof when he came up out of the water for a reason he couldn’t quite explain. And Rebecca followed James, and Peter followed Rebecca, and on and on down the line until the crowds had fallen away and the desert had grown dusky and quiet.

Rachel left feeling peaceful; Benjamin feeling wet but brave. Anna left quickly and felt slightly silly but mostly grateful when she saw that her house was still standing. Jeremiah left with a heart full of questions and hope. Jesus left and went to pray, and in his prayer he felt the weight of the Holy Spirit press down on his shoulder like a warm hand, heard the voice of his Father speak low into his ear, “You are my Son, marked as my own forever, and I am so pleased with you.” James skipped over to his mother and held her hand all the way home, and Rebecca and Peter and all the rest went back to their lives a little changed, or a lot changed, or not sure if they had been changed, and they continued to work and play and love and weep and rejoice and wait for the one who would come to baptize them with the Holy Spirit like fire.

And that, my friends, is the Baptism of Our Lord Jesus Christ according to the Gospel of Luke. It is a quiet, private, undramatic thing. Here Jesus is baptized as just one of a crowd, when all the rest of the people were baptized. Here there is no conversation between Jesus and John about the suitability of the baptism; in fact, here there is no mention of John at all. And here, when the words come down from a hole in the heavens, there is no indication at all that anyone else hears them. Jesus is praying after his baptism, ostensibly alone, when the Spirit descends, and God speaks only to him – You are my Son – not to the crowds – This is my Son. In Luke’s Gospel, Jesus’ baptism doesn’t really stand out much. It is a moment mostly between him and his Father.

 All of which raises an interesting question. Why did Jesus bother? If his baptism wasn’t about pointing him out to the crowds who were filled with expectation, why bother? If his baptism wasn’t about confirming to John that this was the meet and right thing to do, then why bother? If John himself had only verses before been downplaying his own baptismal prowess – I’m really only baptizing with water, but soon someone will come with all the fire of the Holy Spirit – then why bother? And finally, if John’s baptism was an opportunity for people to confess their sins, then why in the world did the one who was without sin bother with baptism?

Luke doesn’t answer this question. It could be that Jesus’ baptism was about a kind of solidarity, a holy being-with, which showed that he was living fully as one of the people baptized on either side of him. It could be that his baptism was about marking the beginning of his ministry with a ritual that offered not just cleansing but also a sense of new beginning. Or it could be that his baptism was about cracking him open to begin taking on all of the sins that were sloshing around in that murky water so that he could carry them to the cross and wash them clean again. Why did Jesus bother with baptism? It could be any of these things, or it could be for some reason known only deep within the heart of God.

But the question of why Jesus bothered with baptism leads us to another question, one that is slightly hidden in shadow. And that question is this – why do we bother with baptism? Why bother with baptism? What is the point of this particular ritual – what does it do, exactly? Does it really do anything to us, to the Church, to the world? If we can come here and worship, if we can go into the world loving our neighbors as ourselves, if we can serve and pray and even in some places receive Communion, then what is the point of an ancient cleansing ritual? After all, we aren’t so obsessed with original sin these days, right? We know the pattern of our brokenness – we screw up, we fall down, we repent, we make it right, we step out again in faith. I don’t have to be baptized to make that pattern work for me. Most of us can’t even remember our baptisms, so how can something that we know to be true about ourselves only because we can see the grainy old photographs of us dressed in a tiny white gown really matter in our day to day lives, when we’re choosing a career, or starting a family, or writing a pledge card, or caring for an aging parent? Why bother with baptism, with doing it, first, or with thinking much about it after it’s been done?

Why bother with baptism? Because we need baptism to bother us. We need our baptisms to bother us, to trouble us, stir us up in the best possible way. We need our baptisms to change us, to refuse to let us be the same people we were before. We need our baptisms to transform us from people who love and serve and pray and worship out of the goodness of our hearts to people who are bound to love and serve and pray and worship by a God who has locked us in tight with love. We need our baptisms to bother us, daily, to pray, to recognize and repent for the sin in our lives, to fill the dark places of this world with the light of the Gospel, to respond to people in need, to right injustices in our world. Our baptisms should bother us, daily, because in our baptisms you and I promised that we would do all of those things, and we asked God to help us. And God took us seriously. God is helping us, will continue to help us, whether we ask for it or not. In our baptisms we have opened ourselves up to let God work on us, to bother us and make us over into the people God created us to be, to trouble us out of complacency, to challenge us and support us, to redeem us and save us, to raise us up to a completely new life – one where the decision to be Christ-like is no longer a choice among many but the only choice that resonates with every water-logged cell in our bodies.

Maybe this is why Jesus bothered with baptism. Not just so that Rebecca and Benjamin and Anna and Jacob would know who he was, not just so that his cousin would know who he was, but so we would. So that we could know this moment, when God looked down upon his only Son and couldn’t help but say, I love you, my dearest one. Jesus hadn’t even done anything yet, and still God poured so much love out over him that it spilled over into twelve disciples, and the sick and the little children, into the cross and the empty tomb and into the waters of fonts here, there, and everywhere, transforming our baptisms into baptisms of water and fire, of initiation and transformation, of death and life.

Remember your baptism. Reclaim the truth and promise of your baptismal promises, with God’s help. Let the power of the Holy Spirit moving over you and marking you as Christ’s own forever lead you straight up the axis of our faith, from the font to the table. And if you aren’t baptized yet, begin your walk to the font today. And when you are baptized, and when all of the people have been baptized, follow the path from the font to the altar, week after week, day after day, and leave this place feeling peaceful, and wet but brave, and really very grateful, and with a heart full of questions and hope. Leave this place feeling loved and cherished, beloved and chosen, and filled to the brim with giddy joy. Wonderfully, beautifully baptized and bothered.   

Preached by Mother Erika Takacs

10 January 2016, The Baptism of our Lord

Saint Mark's, Philadelphia    

Posted on January 12, 2016 by Guest User.

Epiphany 2016

As if we need to demonstrate that the church is out of touch with the world around us, here we are to celebrate three wise men bringing gold, frankincense and myrrh.  With the possible exception of the gold, what could be more passé than this little tableau?  What could be more obsolete?

It has long since been a trope of Epiphany sermons that these men are probably not kings, that the scriptures nowhere tell us that there were three of them, and that their journey (if it ever actually happened at all: questionable) was not likely to have brought them to a Bethlehem stable 12 days after Christmas.  So I repeat: what could be more obsolete than the wise men?  Even their clothes are out of fashion, unless you consider what I am wearing tonight “in fashion.”

But it gets worse, for there is an old-fashioned, but important word at the center of the story of the Epiphany – used three times in the short section of Matthew’s gospel that tells us the story.  And this word is what makes the story really out of date.  The word is “homage.”

The wise men tell Herod that they are looking for the child-king of the Jews so that they may “pay him homage.”  Herod disingenuously asks to be informed of the child’s location so that he too may “pay him homage.”  And when the wise men finally do arrive at the house in Bethlehem, they kneel down and “pay him homage,” as they had intended to all along.

Homage.  In feudal terms it is a “formal and public acknowledgement of allegiance, wherein a tenant or vassal declared himself the man of the king… and bound himself to his service.”

Or, it is “a render or money payment made as an acknowledgement of vassalage.”

Or it is “acknowledgment of superiority in respect of rank, worth, beauty, etc.; reverence, dutiful respect, or honour shown.”[i]

And all these, I submit are woefully out of date ideas.  All fine and well for a Christmas pageant, but meaningless as a way of life any more, at least in 21st century America.  No one in our day and age, in our hemisphere (that I can tell) pays anyone homage anymore.  No one makes formal, public statements of vassalage.  No one outside of the military makes acknowledgement of superior rank, worth, or beauty, etc.  And no one pays money for the privilege of declaring himself “the king’s man,” or anyone else’s man, woman, or child.

So if we come to church on the Feast of the Epiphany and go on and on about how we like the wise men we should be, about what a model they are for the Christian life or faith, then I contend that we are being disingenuous – and that means the character in the story with which we probably have the most in common is wicked old king Herod.  By this way of looking at things, Herod is the very model of the modern mainline Christian.  He knows what to say, but he hardly means it at all; or if he does, his intentions are quite other than they appear to be.  “Oh do please let me know about Jesus when you find him.  I do so mean to come and pay him homage with you in church.”

Lest you think I am referring only to people who are not here in church tonight, or to those church-goers who will not get around to this Gospel story till Sunday, when it falls more conveniently on the time they were going to go to church anyway, let me assure that I include you and me in this assessment.  We do what we want.  If we bend low to bow to Jesus it is because we want to, not because we are required to.  It satisfies some desire of ours to make a gesture of costliness that actually costs us nothing.  And if we give some small contribution to the church, it is because we want to, or at least because we have not been sufficiently pissed off by the Rector… yet.  It satisfies some desire in us to take a stab at giving, and chances are that it doesn’t really cost us too much. 

And let me tell you that I know whereof I speak, because I am speaking to myself.

And what would we do if we got Jesus in our hands, if we had him in our clutches?  Would we worship him?  Or would we berate him with all the things that have gone wrong in the world and with the church, and in our families.  It might be as hard for us not to strangle Jesus as it would have been for Herod, if Herod had gotten his hands on Jesus.

Looking at the Epiphany of our Lord this way doesn’t really lead us anywhere that’s good for us.  That’s because we are looking at the wrong thing when we look at the Epiphany this way: we are looking at ourselves first, with the wise men as stand-ins for us.  What we should be looking at is Jesus.

Another way of putting this is to say that what we really need at Epiphany is not a model for piety or for Christian stewardship.  What we really need at the Epiphany is an epiphany: a manifestation of the divine, God showing himself to us so that we might be changed.  And here, the wise men have it right.  All indications before their arrival in Bethlehem are that they are willing to cooperate with Herod, that they have no objection to bringing word back to him about the whereabouts of Jesus.  They are about to make a big mistake, but something changes their plans.  Yes, they pay homage to the little Lord Jesus, but something else happens when they see him: they see more than they saw before, and they are able to make a better choice about what to do next, just by virtue of their encounter with Jesus… because God has made himself known to them in an immediate and personal way through the person of his Son.

What we need this Epiphany is an epiphany.  Some of us are about to make mistakes.  Some of us are about to go the wrong way in our lives.  Some of us have done it before.  Some have been in collusion with the wrong people.  Some of us are willing to strangle Jesus, so to speak.  And we don’t so much need to be told to bow low, or to up our pledge (although you should feel free to do both)!  What we need is an epiphany: we need an encounter with the living God.  We need to confront Jesus face to face, so in the encounter he can do the silent work of changing our path, steering us differently, leading us home by another way – because the way we were going was no good for us.

And God calls us here tonight not to instruct us in the etiquette of vassalage, but to show himself to us: to make himself known in an immediate and personal way through the person of his Son.  It hardly matters to God that the days of paying homage are over: still he delights to make himself known to us!  And this is a big deal to us, not because we remember that once a long time ago God manifested himself to a bunch of wise men who left nice gifts behind; no, it’s a big deal to us because we believe that God has continued to make himself known to us immediately and personally in the person of his Son, day after day after day.

Churches like ours were founded precisely to make this point: to teach you and me that we don’t have to just read about Jesus and do our best to remember what it might have been like way back then… rather we can know Jesus immediately and personally through the mystical encounter we have when ever we “do this in remembrance” of him.

We are a community formed by epiphanies – which is the work of God to show himself to us, regardless of what kind of responses we might have.  God is busy making himself manifest in the person of Son – immediately and personally – in ways too numerous to count.  But if we miss all those other ways, there is always this reliable mode of epiphany: “do this in remembrance of me,” for “where two or three are gathered together in my name, I will be in the midst of them,” and “I am with you always,” says the Lord Jesus.

And if we happen to put on some old clothes that are long out of fashion, as I have tonight, and if we happen to resonate with the details of the story that we hear tonight.  It will do us no harm to be a little old fashioned, and to seek to pay homage to the Lord Jesus, who has called us here tonight so that he can make himself known to you and to me once more, as he seeks to do every day.

And if we should decide, quite out of step with the times, that we would like to publicly and formally acknowledge that we are the king’s men and women and children, then there is no better way, really, than to raise our voices in his praise; to enunciate our faith in the words of the Creed; and to kneel at his altar, stretch out our hands, open our mouths, and take his Body and his Blood, as he shows himself to us immediately and personally, and bids us be changed by his grace and his power, and to accept the gift of his epiphany this Epiphany, and to go home another way.

 

 

Preached by Fr. Sean Mullen

The Feast of the Epiphany, 2016

Saint Mark’s Church, Philadelphia

 

 

 

 

 

[i] Oxford English Dictionary

Posted on January 7, 2016 by Guest User.