A sermon by Rob and Donna Ross
Some seeds fall into good soil, becoming great trees that support the growing kingdom of God.
This Sunday and next, the lessons begin with Jacob’s story –
which I think we can hear as one of the “good seeds”. Jacob’s story has it all – the barren land, the rocks and brambles, and plenty of wicked weeds. But Jacob – in spite of himself – turned out to be “good soil” where the promises of God can start growing into the kingdom. Genesis begins the story by telling us that Jacob and his brother Esau were in conflict even in their mother’s womb,
and things got no better as they grew up. As grown men, they continued to compete, and when their father was dying Jacob even connived to steal the blessing that was meant for his brother Esau.
Then, wisely, Jacob ran away from home and fled into the desert.
(Don’t glorify the desert in your imagination. Jacob’s desert was as desolate as the Mojave, as barren as the vast wastes of Nevada – the last places you would expect to find God’s comfort and promise for the future. ) (And don’t glorify Jacob, either. He was a rascal. But this rascal’s story shows us that whatever our faults, God loves us and stays with us, and God’s promises to us will bear fruit,
if only we – like Jacob – learn to listen.)
Jacob came to a certain place and stayed there for the night, and he dreamed there was a ladder set up on the earth, the top of it reaching to heaven.
The angels of God were ascending and descending on it…
And in the dream the Lord stood beside Jacob and said, “Know that I am with you and will keep you wherever you go…” Then Jacob woke from his sleep and said, “Surely the Lord is in this place, and I did not know it…”
For at least 3,000 years, Jacob’s story has been a favorite.
As adults we see his story in great art, and as little children we all learned “Jacob’s Ladder”.
Jacob’s story is a favorite because it reminds us that God meets us in many places…
extraordinary and very ordinary.
Like so many people, whether wandering in strange lands or close to home,
Jacob found the presence of the Living God in an unexpected place,
in a place where he wasn’t even looking.
And so Jacob said,
Surely the Lord is in this place, and I did not know it…
Last month I went on a pilgrimage to holy places in France.
One was Taize, a modern pilgrimage site,
where thousands of young people come each week to spend seven days.
My pilgrimage really began with a taxi ride from the Paris airport.
I was badly jet-lagged, but struck up a conversation with the driver, who had emigrated from Mauritius 20 years ago.
My French is pretty minimal, and his English was only slightly better, but we managed.
As we approached downtown Paris, the traffic slowed to a crawl…I noticed a sad man holding a piece of cardboard
saying that he was a Syrian refugee.
Promptly, my driver rolled down the window and gave him some coins. At the end of our ride together, I told him that I was moved by his generosity and gave him much more than the usual tip —suggesting that perhaps he could give some of it to other refugees. He responded with a broad smile and a hearty handshake. Clearly, my pilgrimage was not just to churches.
Three days later, our group of 16 pilgrims, led by three Presbyterian pastors and a Roman Catholic priest,
climbed into two vans and headed for Vezelay, a pilgrimage site since the 11th century. The next morning, we were led into the chapter room of the basilica for a deeply moving service in which we were formally commissioned and given medallions which we would wear for the next two weeks. After three days based in Vezelay, our next stop was Taize…
…where each week thousands of pilgrims, mostly young,
come through the gate to spend a few days.
When young people come to Taize, they gather for prayer three times each day, singing Taizé chants and praying with the brothers, yes…
….but they also gather every day for Bible Study/Reconciliation.
People are assigned to groups where not everyone speaks the same language. So they have to listen hard, they learn to translate for each other, and they struggle to share their own thoughts and beliefs. Through these daily conversations they are not only speaking their own truths, but learning to listen to each other. Taize is a way of singing, a way of praying, and a way of reconciliation.
Most who come to Taize spend a week there, from Sunday afternoon through noon the following Sunday. Worship for each week follows the pattern of Holy Week, leading up to Good Friday, Holy Saturday, and Easter Sunday. Our pilgrimage was planned so that we could worship at Taize
each of these three days. On Friday, our first day, most of our group huddled together next to the wall,
yearning to be fully a part of this worship experience, but reluctant to sit on the floor in the midst of hundreds of youngsters. On Saturday we split up and moved towards the center.
Part of the Holy Saturday worship is having a candle you are holding lit by a neighbor,
and then passing the light on. I noticed that several people behind me did not have candles.
Beginning to feel confident about this place, I went to get them some. Having found that the candle bin was empty, I gave them mine. A tiny gesture, but meaningful to me.
The heart of worship at Taize,
as at Taize-style worship around the world, is meditative singing.
Songs so simple that they are easily memorized.
Short songs, repeated many times, so that the singer can enter a meditative state.
Songs in many languages, so that all will be included.
And in the middle of the songs, silence.
After worship on Sunday, our group met with Brother John, one of three American members of the Taize community. He told two stories that showed how Taize continues to develop new modes of reconciliation. One was about the Muslims coming to France from the Middle East.
Like religious communities in many countries, Taize began by housing several refugee families on their grounds. Slowly, the numbers grew. Then, in November of last year, the French government called: They were closing a refugee camp at Calais, on the English Channel, and would Taize be a reception center for unaccompanied minors? Taize did and, as with their earlier refugee residents, helped them integrate into French society. Then the brothers began to study Islam to better understand their new neighbors, and created a three-day program to enable Christians and Muslims to pray together and work on reconciliation. This has been warmly received by the French Muslim community, and will continue.
Brother John’s second story was about St. Louis, Missouri,
from which he had just returned after spending several months there. Following the violence in Ferguson in the summer of 2014, the local archbishop had asked the brothers to come to St. Louis, to help with reconciliation between the black and white communities.
Modeled on Taize’s usual process, in St. Louis there was much singing, talking and praying in small groups. But the reconciliation process involved much more;
as in Taize itself, they had to learn each other’s languages.
(Not only did blacks and whites have to work with each other,
but Catholics had to learn how to listen to Protestants, and vice versa.)
And to more fully express the hopes and dreams of the black community, Gospel music was added to the usual Taize chants.
(Did you know that “We are climbing Jacob’s ladder” is an African-American spiritual?)
In Jacob’s dream, the Lord told him,
You shall spread abroad to the west and to the east and to the north
and to the south; and all the families of the earth will be blessed in you
and in your offspring…
Then Jacob woke from his sleep and said,
Surely the Lord is in this place, and I did not know it…
And Jacob said,
How awesome is this place!
This is none other than the house of God,
and this is the gate of heaven.
And so Taize has become one of God’s many gates to heaven.