Sermon for the Fourth Sunday in Lent

+In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Ghost. Amen.

One of the problems faced by theologically inclined people like me is that there is always a danger of over-theologizing leading to inaction. This is not to say that theological reflection is not a worthy endeavor in itself , but rather that sometimes other methods are, perhaps counter-intuitively, more direct routes to truth.

Take that age-old problem that we call theodicy- the problem of evil. Why do bad things happen to good people? We can spend a lifetime sitting and thinking about how to explain evil and never come to any satisfying conclusion. Indeed, some have done so, and some have even lost their faith in the process.

Or we could set out to bring some comfort to the afflicted, to help the orphan and the widow and the beggar in what small ways we can and eventually come to some satisfying conclusion, not in the form of a theological axiom which one can publish and give lectures about, but in knowing that while evil exists and is hard to explain, one has nonetheless both experienced God’s grace and has done a little, Christ being our helper, to weaken its hold over the most vulnerable.

We see these two approaches in this morning’s Gospel, and at least in the instance of the man born blind, theological speculation was not Jesus’ preferred approach. Here is a man who is in tremendous need, a blind person in those days almost invariably being condemned to a life of panhandling, no other profession being open to one so disabled. And how do the disciples respond? They see the encounter as an opportunity for theological reflection. “Master,” they ask, “who did sin, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?” There is, of course, in their question a false assumption, namely that misfortune is directly linked to some specific trespass. I have mentioned before from this pulpit something called a deuteronomic view of history, which is the commonly held belief that such a simple connection exists between sin and hardship (or, for that matter, between righteousness and good fortune). We need not revisit this view in great depth again today, except to say that Jesus seems to reject it, but not in the manner we might expect.

Jesus does not take the time to respond to the disciples by presenting an alternative philosophical system; he does not (at least on this occasion) unveil a new definition of weal and woe, offering details of their nature and various causes. Rather, he quickly dismisses the suggestion that somebody’s sin caused the man’s blindness, and then says that there’s work to be done, that this is an opportunity for God’s power over evil to be displayed. He moves quickly from reflection to action. “I must work the works of him that sent me, while it is day;” he says, “the night cometh, when no man can work.”

Now, I’m not saying that good old theological reflection of the sort where one sits down surrounded by dusty books producing weighty texts about theodicy and other theological problems is bad or unnecessary. We’d be as blind as the Pharisees if men and women had not done and did not continue that work, and the Church would be sorely lacking if everyone adopted an unreflective sort of faith. You see, it’s teaching—doctrine—which produces and permits conviction, and without convictions our efforts are meaningless. In this sense, theological reflection has to precede action if said action is to rise to the status of Christian charity.

What I am saying, though, is that Christian discipleship is as much a matter of the heart as it is a matter of the head, and when the latter crowds out the former our theology can be unmasked as no sort of theology we’d want to publish. Imagine if the disciples had received the kind of answer they presumably wanted from Jesus: a sustained reflection on the problem of evil complete with definitions of terms, Old Testament references, and a few clever bons mots to keep their attention. It would probably be good reading; and the theological dilletante in me wishes this were what happened but the man would have remained blind, and Christ would have been seen as being more interested in theological discourse than in showing the power of God in a tangible way.

What is even more notable here is that a faith sustained by works of charity can enlarge one’s theological perspective. The problem the Pharisees had in this morning’s reading was a dogmatism resulting from what we might consider a lack of love. If the Pharisees had loved their formerly blind brother they would have rejoiced in his being cured, and they might have been able to enlarge their view of God to encompass the work of Christ. As it happened, they cast the formerly blind man out because their small faith could not allow for that which was to them theologically problematic.

We do well, I think, to heed the warning implicit in this story. We are just as capable of falling into uncharitable dogmatism as the Pharisees and we’re just as likely as the disciples to see a suffering brother or sister as a theological conversation starter rather than seeing him as one to whom we might show mercy and loving-kindness, since God has already done so. When we choose to reach out, our own understanding of God’s love is increased. We start seeing that needy person not just as a target for our charity, but as one already gifted, whether he knows it or not, with God’s charity, as one already loved by the one who is love and in whose love we also abide. That is to say, our view of God, our theology, is made more expansive and more truthful when we walk in love, and it might sometimes be increased to an even greater degree than even the best theological reflection can accomplish.

+In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Ghost. Amen.

Sermon for the Third Sunday in Lent

+In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Ghost. Amen.

In Ernest Hemmingway’s The Sun Also Rises, one of the characters, Mike Campbell, is asked how he went bankrupt. His answer: two ways- gradually and then all at once. Last week’s Gospel reading introduced us to Nicodemus, whose conversion seemed to have happened in this manner—gradually and then all at once. In last week’s Gospel he doesn’t seem to understand Jesus’ demand that one be “born again.” Later, he is shown advising the Great Sanhedrin to exercise prudence in prosecuting Jesus. He’s not yet won over to Christ, but he’s getting there. Then he reappears at the sepulchre bearing costly ointment, a symbol of his having finally come round fully.

There appears to me to be a similar trajectory with the Samaritan woman in this morning’s Gospel, albeit over a shorter time span. One can see her slowly, systematically entertaining the logical implications of what Jesus says to her and the status she’s willing to assign him creeping up as their conversation proceeds. First, he is simply “a Jew” (an ethnoreligious rival). Then she calls him “sir”, a term of respect though not warmth. Then, maybe he’s greater than Jacob. Then probably a prophet. And finally, she’s convinced he’s the Messiah.

I love this story for three reasons. First, most of you know that I studied philosophy in college, and had I not gone to seminary I almost certainly would have pursued graduate study in that field. (Thank goodness I didn’t, not only because I love being a priest, but because the world of academic philosophy is cutthroat!) The Samaritan woman’s thought process is a lot like a really good philosophical article. You entertain a proposition and work out its implications without getting lost in the weeds of outside issues and logical fallacies. She takes just such a careful, step-by-step approach.

Second, I love the story because Jesus lovingly accepts the woman while not pussyfooting around real issues. It seems to me that a lot of folks (myself included, sometimes) want Jesus to look like one or the other of two extreme pictures, neither of which captures the Jesus of scripture and history. Either we want a judgmental Jesus who condemns all the people we don’t like or we want the warm, fuzzy, hippy Jesus who doesn’t ever talk about sin or make any demands of us. But here, Jesus clearly wants to redeem the Samaritan woman and to be in relationship with her, but he also gets a little spiky about both her theology and her morality. It reminds me that while I have a close, personal relationship with my Lord and Savior, I’m also a work in progress and need to keep asking him to make me a little better day by day.

Finally, I love the story (like that of Nicodemus) because so often I’ve found for both myself and others, that the soul’s conversion can take place in that “gradually and then all at once” way. I’m talking here mostly about the continual conversion which is a lifelong process rather than the discrete “conversion from one religion or from irreligion to Christianity” though that can happen in this way, too.

I recently read The Case for Christ, which somebody gave me, and that’s how it seemed to happen for the writer of that book, Lee Strobel. That was my favorite part of the book. As a work of introductory apologetics it did a good job, I think, and while there was no new information for me, I think it would be a great text for someone just starting out as a Christian or considering Jesus but coming to that with questions. I simply hadn’t read it before because I figured it was too popular to be good, and there may have been some lurking chauvinism in my soul about evangelical apologetics, of which I’m not proud and probably need God to remove from me.

So, I was wrong; it was pretty darn good. What I really liked about it was that it was like the philosophical process of the Samaritan woman: raise an objection, entertain a proposition, follow that proposition to its logical conclusion. In this way the author gradually came to faith and then he came to faith all at once, asking Christ to forgive him and to lead him in newness of life.

But like I said, I find this “gradual/sudden” phenomenon to be even more apparent, certainly in my own life, within the process of continual conversion (what some might call “sanctification”, though for complicated reasons which would take us beyond the scope of this sermon, that term makes me a bit itchy). Growth in God’s Grace can sometimes feel like a slog through the desert and then one surprisingly suddenly finds oneself in an oasis, drinking that water which the Samaritan woman desires. One might stay there for a short time or a long time, but then (unless you die and get to go to a much better resting place) you set out on the desert road for another hike, not knowing where the next oasis is, but given more confidence than ever that you’ll eventually find yourself in it. And between oases, you might come to a little Samaritan village; they’ll ask how on earth you survived the desert journey, and you can tell them. And you might be surprised who will decide to strike out into the wilderness with you toward the next distant but not-too-distant watering hole.

+In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Ghost. Amen.