Sunday July 29, 2012
What happened in worship: We commissioned the mission team, sending them off to Kentucky with a blessing. Our children helped to bless our "Giving Dolls" before they set off on their adventure, too. Our child who had the box this week tried to stump me by bringing in a remote control helicopter (well...that's what I call it, it has a special name) He told us that when the helicopter gets out of range from the remote it crashes, and that was our lesson today, that the same thing happens to us when we get out of range from God.
Text: Hebrews 12:1-3; Isaiah 50: 4
Sermon: "Running the Race"
Google Image from Babler State Park in Wildwood, MO |
If
you were here last week, you may remember just how much I love the
Olympics. Hopefully you also recall how
I suggested that we just might glimpse God’s glory on earth in the celebration
of the opening ceremonies. Particularly in the community that is represented in
the parade of nations. Well, today’s passage is part of its parade of nations,
so to speak. The verses we just heard from Hebrews is part of a larger passage,
one that culminates with Jesus as the exemplary model of faith. However, just before
this, beginning in chapter 11, we are reminded of other faith heroes as the
author tells the story of our faith fathers and mothers. Or, in keeping with
the Olympic theme, the author tells the story of each athlete, highlighting
their faithfulness by telling of the trials and suffering they overcame. It is
as if the announcer is introducing each athlete as
they march into Olympic Stadium. A who’s
who parade of Christian athletes who endured their own race. Beginning with
Abel’s faithful sacrifice that cost him his life. Then Noah, who built an ark
and endured the flood which destroyed all else. Then Abraham and Sarah make an
appearance, the father and mother of Israel, who suffered childlessness until
old age. Moses makes an appearance, as the announcer recalls how he led the
Israelites out of slavery, only to endure years in the wilderness, never to
make it to the promised land. Several prophets come next, enduring the scorn of
entire nations. Then the announcer welcomes in all those who were martyred for
their faith, those who literally endured death for their faith. Finally, of
course, we come to where our reading began today in chapter 12, with the
announcement of the host nation, with the example of Jesus, our Lord and Savior
and King, who only came to that honor after taking on the weakness of human
flesh, and enduring temptation, rejection and disgrace. Who came to sit at the
right hand of the throne of God only by enduring the worst humiliation and
pain, as he faced death on the cross.
Yes,
there you have it, our very own parade of nations. A witness so great that the
author expects that this reminder of those who have gone before, will be a
source of encouragement to us today. That we might be inspired by the faithful
endurance of our ancestors. Verse three actually calls us to “consider this, so
that you will not grow weary and lose heart.” But, I wonder about these words.
It seems to me, that sometimes hearing what other people have accomplished only
leaves me incredulous. I might be inspired, but I might also be overwhelmed by
the accomplishment that I am left wondering how they did it, not how I might do
it too. Or better yet, this list of faithful ancestors almost leaves me tired
just thinking about it.
Sort
of the reaction that I had two wonderful friends of mine in Atlanta. They were
a husband and wife raising three young children, while both attended seminary
full time. The husband also pastored a church that was an hour drive each way
from school. It made me tired just thinking about it.
It’s
the same reaction I have when I think of my own dad who worked two or three
jobs for most of my life to support our family. It makes me tired just thinking
about it.
Or,
having heard other people’s stories, even some of your stories. Stories of brokenness
and recovery. Of loss and struggle, of single parenthood and caregiving.
Stories of burdens overcome. I am in awe of the perseverance, the faith that it
surely takes to press on, the love, the dedication, the whole-hearted effort.
But often times, it still makes me tired just thinking about it!
Which is why I have always wondered how recalling such stories of struggle, of
challenge and suffering and endurance would possibly help me from getting tired
and losing heart.You
see, when we remember that the same
oppression and suffering and injustice that plague us, plagued our ancestors,
it is easy to become discouraged, to be overwhelmed the struggles ahead when it seems nothing is changing for the better. We can get worn out by the race that lies ahead.
But
this passage calls us to the very opposite. This passage calls us to remember
the endurance of others, not to be tired just thinking about it, but so that we
may not grow weary and lose heart. For this passage calls us to consider Jesus.
It does not say fix your eyes on the opposition Jesus faced, or on the struggle
of the witnesses around us. It calls us to consider the witnesses themselves,
to consider Jesus himself. We are called to fix our eyes on the finish line, not
on the race. Sure, you can’t see the finish line without seeing the race, too.
Just like we can’t focus on Jesus without remembering the suffering. But, this
passage calls our attention to Jesus, to the finish line, because that is our
hope for perseverance. That is what keeps us going when we are tired just
thinking about it.
We
fix our gaze on Jesus because He is the finish line. He is the pioneer, the
trailblazer, of our faith. He was the first to finish the race, to achieve
perfection and to sit in honor at the right hand of God’s throne. In paving the
way, conquering death for us all, Jesus broke through the finisher’s tape,
opening the way for all believers to come behind Him and achieve victory, too.
Jesus opened the way for us to all glimpse the glory. So we focus on Jesus to
be renewed in faith, confident that because of Him, we have a race that will
end, and will assuredly end in victory!
The
most glorious thing about this victory, is that we can all achieve it. That is
why we have such a great cloud of witnesses, instead of a single victor
cheering us on. So many others have gone before us. Faithful witnesses from
Scripture, from history, from this community, from this congregation, from our
own loved ones. All gathered to cheer us on in support of our race. Not just cheering on the one that has the best
chance of winning, or the hometown hero, or the underdog. For as Christians, we
all have the same guarantee of victory if we continue in faith. So the
witnesses flank the road all around us. Ready to uplift us with an encouraging
word, or to share their own story as a measure of solidarity.
How
do we persevere then in this race that lies before us? How do we lay aside what
hinders us and put away our sin? One Ocean Insight that our children learned at
Vacation Bible School answers this question for us. We persevere by not relying
on our own understanding. As Psalm 3:5 says, “Trust in the Lord with all your
heart and lean not on your own understanding.”And so, we fix our eyes on Jesus
and consider Him.
Or
as we heard earlier from Isaiah, sometimes we persevere because someone else
knows has the word that will sustain us when we are weary. It’s no surprise, if
we can’t glimpse the glory alone, we sure can’t get there alone either! As the
stories of the witnesses remind us, faith takes endurance. Sometimes it takes
so much endurance that it makes us tired just thinking about it. Like when
trauma blows us off course, or comes like a roadblock in our lives. Or when sin
and evil become hurdles that trip us up. It is in these moments especially that
we remember that we don’t run alone. It’s like the poem, “Footprints in the
sand” when the man talking to God looks back at his life and asks why there are
only one set of footprints during the most difficult days and God responds that
it was during those times that instead of walking beside the man, he picked him
up and carried him.
That
is what we do for one another, too. Like at this year’s state track and field
meet when a distance runner’s endurance gave out 20 yards from the finish line.
An opponent behind her, wrapped her arm around the girl’s shoulders hoisting
the fallen runner as they walked together across the finish line. We may not
always be literally carrying one another, but we do support each other in so
many ways. With meals, cards and visits during a difficult time. Today we
supported our mission team in hopes of adding to their endurance as we sent
them off with a blessing. With generosity and care, with presence and prayer we
support one another as we all seek to endure the race before us. In fact,
whether we lift up each other by name or not, we support one another every week
when we pray the Lord’s prayer. For, we don’t pray, “my father” and we don’t
ask for “my daily bread, or for forgiveness of my sins, or for personal
deliverance from evil.” Instead, we pray to “our Father,” asking for OUR
forgiveness, for OUR protection, for OUR provision. Even if we mutter this
prayer in our rooms alone, still we offer it on behalf of every believer
running the same race. We offer it even for those who are too tired or hurt or
lost to pray this prayer for themselves. In that prayer, we truly fix our eyes
on God. In that prayer we direct everyone else to consider the finish line of
God’s glorious kingdom that Jesus made open to us.
So
even when just thinking about the race before us makes us tired, we can offer
the old familiar prayer to persevere in faith. We can fix our gaze on Jesus and
listen to the roar of the witnesses cheering us on, as we endure the road ahead
together.