Prop 9b.06
July 9, 2006
Our Epistle lesson finds St. Paul ranting.
The Church in Corinth had just fired him
from his
position as their Apostle.
He had been away starting another church,
when other
Apostles arrived,
and told them that Paul was
a fraud.
To prove their point,
they listed
various and sundry of Paul’s
personal shortcomings.
In 2nd Corinthians, Paul is responding
to his
termination letter
–
replying to their list of grounds for his discharge.
Today’s lesson deals with two of the grounds.
The new Apostles had all had really jazzy spiritual experiences,
and they
taught the people catchy new insights
they had learned from
God and angels.
Paul didn’t talk about that sort of thing.
He just went on about
how they
should treat each other kindly.
The Corinthians thought a real apostle
should
be more spiritual.
The second issue had to do with health and beauty.
The new apostles looked really good.
Greeks believed that God shows favor to people
by making
them healthy and beautiful.
The new apostles were easy on the eyes.
Paul, however, had a physical handicap.
We don’t know exactly what it was,
but from
the evidence in other epistles,
the best
guess is was an eye disease,
something
that left him with limited vision,
and it was disfiguring.
He once said that his condition sometimes made people
want to look
away and spit.
Paul wasn’t spiritual,
he wasn’t
healthy, and he wasn’t pretty.
So, the Corinthians reasoned, he must not be a real apostle.
Paul responded by saying,
“Ok you
want to know about spiritual experiences.
Well, I have
been to the 3rd heaven,
and the things I learned,
no mortal is permitted
to repeat.
But, you know
what?
That doesn’t
matter.
That isn’t
what counts.
You want to know
what counts?
We’ll get
to that.
But first, let’s
talk about my handicap.
I didn’t
ask for it.
I asked God to
heal me.
But God said,
‘My grace is sufficient.’”
I was left with
my handicap
to keep me from being too elated.’”
In the midst of this rant,
dictated by Paul
in a full tilt rage,
he has said something
profoundly important
for us today.
Like the Corinthians, Americans today
are very impressed
with spiritual experiences.
We want to have them ourselves,
and we are impressed
with others who have had them.
Such people have seen things.
They know things.
And that gives them spiritual credentials
they can wear
on their chests.
When we want to know how spiritual someone is,
we ask about
their experience.
Have you been born again?
Have you been baptized in the spirit?
Have you been slain in the spirit?
Do you speak in tongues?
Have you achieved satori?
Have you transcended?
Have you seen Jesus or Mary or the face of God?
The spiritual cafeteria offers a buffet counter
of experiences
to choose from.
There are places we can feel guilty, then forgiven,
or just
plain guilty all the time – it’s up to us.
There are churches that deal in contemplative bliss,
others,
in ecstatic laughter,
and some
where we just get high on Jesus and feel happy.
Religion is pretty good at giving people experiences.
Drugs and rock concerts are probably better.
But religion can do it.
The question is: whether these experiences
actually
make people better?
The new apostles thought they were God’s gift to Corinth
because
they had spiritual experiences.
Well, Paul had his spiritual experiences too.
But then he was also given a thorn in the flesh,
to keep
him from becoming too elated.
Elation isn’t always such a good thing.
Spiritual experiences are an emotional rush.
And afterward, one is apt to feel special
–
apt to think that he has found it,
that he
knows more than he actually does.
And he is apt to become a nuisance
if not
downright dangerous.
After a spiritual experiences,
we are still
only human.
We still have all the failings and limitations we did before.
But we may not know that.
We may think we are something.
We may imagine we have become saints.
But we aren’t sanctified yet.
We are just people.
When we forget that, we can get in a world
of psychological,
moral, and spiritual trouble.
Paul’s handicap reminded him of his humanity.
His weakness and vulnerability reminded him
what Christianity
is really about.
And it isn’t jazzy experiences of ecstacy and insight.
Even if we become experts in prayer and masters in meditation,
if we “speak with the tongues of angels,
and have prophetic powers,
and understand all mysteries, and have faith
that can move
mountains,”
Paul said, in the absence of love, it doesn’t
do any good.
It is, to use his word, “ nothing”
And we are, to use his word, “nothing.”
Paul’s weakness reminded him of our need to love.
But the love he was writing about wasn’t just another
spiritual
experience.
It was a way of looking at the world, a way of seeing each
other.
Love is not something you can see in a vision.
It’s like light.
You can’t actually see light.
You see things in light.
And things look different in different light.
What Jesus gives us is a different light in which to see
the world.
So it isn’t what we see but how we look at it.
We will not be saved by a vision of the Blessed Virgin Mary
or even
of Jesus himself.
We will be saved by our a proper vision
of a child
who can’t read
or of a lonely
person in need of a friend.
We are saved not by what we see
but by
how we see it
–
not by having an extraordinary spiritual experience
but by
experiencing ordinary things spiritually..
Love is a kind of looking,
and that
takes practice, discipline, and time.
It is the kind of looking we can do
only if
we are aware of our need for God and each other.
We cannot be compassionate unless we know
we too
are vulnerable.
Unlike spiritualities that produce ego inflations and spiritual
pride,
our brand
of spirituality reminds us
that we
are always human, ever capable of getting it wrong,
perpetually
in need of divine and human caring.
Anglican Spirituality is not a Skyline Drive
through
the Blue Ridge Mountains.
It’s
a footpath in a pasture
[And we
do well to watch where we step.]
Anglican Spirituality doesn’t consist of intense emotions,
visions,
or dramatic conversions.
Our Church isn’t a spiritual theme park,
and our
worship isn’t a roller coast ride of feelings.
Our way is as subtle as the presence of God
in a piece
of bread.
We read the Scriptures. We think. We pray.
And we stay together through thick and thin.
We serve lunch to homeless people,
and knit
a shawl for a woman with cancer
who worshiped here
years ago.
When the church family gathers for fellowship,
we show
up, just like we promised to do
in our Baptismal
Vows.
We anoint each other with healing oil
because
we are all broken.
Our way isn’t that colorful.
Morning Prayer, for example,
isn’t
going to set your soul ablaze,
but little by
little, it will mold your heart.
A young man at my seminary got tired of Morning Prayer,
so he complained
to our liturgy professor,
“Can’t
we do something else? This is boring.”
And the old professor said,
“I’ll
make you a deal.
You say
Morning Prayer every morning faithfully
for the next
15 years,
Then if
you feel the same way,
come back and
we’ll talk about it.”
Amen.