Confirmation

So Long, Farewell, You Got This

John 17:6-19

“I have made your name known to those whom you gave me from the world. They were yours, and you gave them to me, and they have kept your word. Now they know that everything you have given me is from you; for the words that you gave to me I have given to them, and they have received them and know in truth that I came from you; and they have believed that you sent me.

“I am asking on their behalf; I am not asking on behalf of the world, but on behalf of those whom you gave me, because they are yours. All mine are yours, and yours are mine; and I have been glorified in them. And now I am no longer in the world, but they are in the world, and I am coming to you. Holy Father, protect them in your name that you have given me, so that they may be one, as we are one. While I was with them, I protected them in your name that you have given me. I guarded them, and not one of them was lost except the one destined to be lost, so that the scripture might be fulfilled.

“But now I am coming to you, and I speak these things in the world so that they may have my joy made complete in themselves. I have given them your word, and the world has hated them because they do not belong to the world, just as I do not belong to the world. I am not asking you to take them out of the world, but I ask you to protect them from the evil one. They do not belong to the world, just as I do not belong to the world.

“Sanctify them in the truth; your word is truth. As you have sent me into the world, so I have sent them into the world. And for their sakes I sanctify myself, so that they also may be sanctified in truth.”


‘Tis the season for goodbyes … and farewells … and “so longs” … graduation season, I mean. Yesterday, I got to offer the Invocation and the Benediction at the commencement ceremony for my alma mater – Capital University, over in Columbus, Ohio. It always brings back all sorts of memories to be on that campus and yesterday, for graduation, was no different – maybe even a little more poignant – to reflect on what all of that meant for me 28 years ago. (I would have bet a million dollars I wouldn’t be the one offering the Invocation or Benediction at a Capital commencement back then. And none of my friends would have taken that bet, either.)

Well, it’s not an Invocation, or a Benediction, or anything like a commencement address, but we call what we hear from Jesus this morning part of his “Farewell Discourse” – his own sort of “goodbye” and “so long,” if you will. Jesus was readying himself for the cross, for his death, for his resurrection, and for his ascension into heaven, too. And all of that gives these prayerful last words some heft, some weight, and some poignancy of their own.

And, even though he knew what was coming for himself – all of that suffering and death, I mean – Jesus’ greatest concern was for his family and friends. He wants to entrust them to God’s care. He wants them to be protected, to be guarded, to be safe. He wants them to know joy; to be “sanctified in the truth” as he puts it. He wants them to go about their lives – in the world, but not of the world – fulfilling their call as children of God. And so he prays these heartfelt, passionate words of love and concern and hope for his people – for his disciples, for these children of God he’s been walking alongside and raising up in the faith until now.

It’s why this prayer from Jesus – as all over the place and stream-of-consciousness as it seems – is perfect for a day like today when I feel like my words have too much ground to cover, in too little time. For one thing Mother’s Day is on the hearts and minds of many of us today. We will also celebrate the confirmation of a handful of our young people as they affirm the promises of their baptism this morning. Plenty of you are getting ready for the end of another school year and for graduations of your own. And many in our community are grief-stricken over the loss of little Sammy Teusch, the 10 year-old 4th grader who took his own life last week over in Greenfield. Like I said, there’s just too much ground to cover and not nearly enough time for all of it.

One of the most meaningful ways I’ve heard motherhood described before, is that the choice to have a child is to decide forever to let your heart go walking around outside of your body. There’s a lot of letting go, relinquishing, and surrender – there’s a lot of faith, then – in the act of living life as a mother. And it seems that’s something like what God did in Jesus – to set the divine free in the world; to put God’s very self at risk; to let the very heart of the almighty leave the safety of heaven’s protection and go walking around in the realm of brokenness that is the world as we know it.

So I think Jesus’ “famous last words” of love, his petitions of hope, his prayers of concern and for the protection for his people, have a lot to say to us still, no matter what it is that brings us here. I think Jesus is so earnest as he prays, because he knows he’s going; that he’s about to leave his friends, his family, his disciples to their own devices – he’s about to let his children … his heart – go walking around in the world without him, and he’s more than a little concerned about what might come of that.

Don’t most of us know something about what he’s feeling? Haven’t we been on one end of this sort of surrendering at some point – whether it was sending your child off to their first day of kindergarten or moving them into their college dorm for the first time? Maybe it was walking your daughter down the aisle on her wedding day.

Maybe it had nothing to do with children at all. Was it kissing a loved-one goodbye before the nurse wheeled them off to surgery? Was it “farewell” to a friend who moved away or “goodbye” to a co-worker or to a career of your own, even? Maybe it was the final goodbye to someone you knew you’d never see again, or even a goodbye that didn’t happen in time, because no one saw it coming.

I imagine Jesus has something like all of that – and more – in mind with his prayer. This loving surrender and letting go with all kinds of hope and faith and some measure of fear, too, for what was to come for those he was leaving behind. Would they remember what he taught them? Would they keep the faith? Did they know how much they were loved? Were they up to the challenges that would come their way? Were they ready for the hard choices, the setbacks, the let-downs, the disappointments, the failures, the risks, the heartbreak they might face?

Because life in the world is risky. For Jesus it led to the cross. For the rest of us, it can mean all sorts of sadness and struggle. There is sickness out here in the real world. There is disease and disaster and dying. There are accidents and addictions. There are broken relationships and unfulfilled dreams. There are bullies and despair and suicide, for crying out loud.

And all of this is what we set our children loose into – not just on the day of their confirmation – or at their graduation – but every morning when we put them on the bus or hand them the keys to the car or send them off to college, to their first job, their first date, to be married, whatever. And all of it is what God sends each of us into, just the same, as people on the planet at some time … in one way or another.

As I watched all of those college graduates marching around at commencement from my perch on the dais yesterday, I thought about all of the moms and dads, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and more – beaming with so much pride, hope, joy, and some measure of worry and concern too, I imagine – as they watched their hearts go marching around in caps and gowns and on to whatever is next. And I thought about little Sammy Teusch’s mom and dad, too, who’s heart left that one last time, shattered, and won’t ever be the same again.

And that’s why Jesus’ prayer matters for us. It reminds us that his words and his ways are of God – and that ours can be, too. We are reminded that we belong to something bigger than ourselves – something more than we can see on this side of the grave. We are reminded that we are one with the rest of God’s good creation. In spite of the differences and the divisions the world might try to impose upon us – we are one – bound together by the love and grace and mercy of our Creator.

And because of that, with Jesus’ blessing, encouragement, and holy example … we can do this, people. We can go about our lives in this world – afraid and uncertain and sad and overwhelmed more often than we’d like; but hopeful, anyway – as God intends – with faith and love to carry on in spite of the heartbreak; with faith and love to share, because of the heartbreak.

We are called, you and I … as baptized children of God … to be the very heart of God walking around in the world, doing justice, loving kindness, sharing grace and mercy and peace and goodness, so that Jesus’ prayers will be answered – for us and for the sake of the world God so loves.

Amen

Stand By Me

John 15:9-17

“As the Father has loved me, so I have loved you; abide in my love. If you keep my commandments, you will abide in my love, just as I have kept my Father’s commandments and abide in his love. I have said these things to you so that my joy may be in you, and that your joy may be complete.

“This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you. No one has greater love than this, to lay down one’s life for one’s friends. You are my friends if you do what I command you. I do not call you servants any longer, because the servant does not know what the master is doing; but I have called you friends, because I have made known to you everything that I have heard from my Father.

“You did not choose me but I chose you. And I appointed you to go and bear fruit, fruit that will last, so that the Father will give you whatever you ask him in my name. I am giving you these commands so that you may love one another.”


One of my favorite movies ever is “Stand By Me.” I realize it’s not the best movie by the standards of a seasoned film critic or the Academy Awards. But I like it anyway. I like it because I liked the short story on which it is based which, a lot of people don’t realize was written by Stephen King. There are no pet cemeteries, clowns in the sewers, haunted hotels, “Children of the Corn,” or any of the other terrifying things for which Stephen King is known, so…

Anyway, “Stand By Me” is the story of four adolescent boys who, though they would call themselves friends at the beginning of it all, become the best of friends as the story moves along. It takes place in the 1950’s, when one of the boys learns there is a dead body somewhere near the railroad tracks in a neighboring town and the four pals make it their mission to find it and report it to police and the media in order to become famous.

The story – and their adventure – turn out to be less and less about the search for a dead body and more and more about the friendship that develops among the boys. As they hike and camp and get into and out of all kinds of trouble, they tell stories around the camp fire, get chased by dogs and trains, threatened by older brothers and bullies, they get into fights, they confess their fears, they save each others’ lives, and they “come of age,” whatever that means. The short of the long is that the boys become the very best of friends during that short season of their young lives and the movie ends with a line from the book that I think of often: "I never had any friends like the ones I had when I was twelve. Jesus, does anyone?"

“I never had any friends like the ones I had when I was twelve. Jesus, does anyone?”

Which makes me think about Confirmation Sunday and this rite of passage for Lutherans like us, where we gather adolescents around the waters of their baptism and – this time around, anyway – hear this bit from Jesus about what it means to be friends with, instead of servants to or slaves of, the God of all creation – which was a new way to understand the God of the universe for those disciples who were hearing about it for the first time.

Jesus said, “…I have loved you; abide in my love. …so that your joy may be complete.

“You are my friends … I do not call you servants any longer … but I have called you friends.

“You did not choose me but I chose you. … And I am giving you these commands so that you may love one another.”

And it’s easy to imagine that those first disciples might have been surprised to hear this from Jesus, who they were trying to understand as the Messiah, the Christ, the Son of God, because it’s just another way that the God we know in Jesus was different from the way they thought or believed or understood God could ever be. And the same might be true for us too much of the time, it seems to me. 

See, throughout Scripture – from the Hebrew Scriptures of those first disciples all the way through what we call the New Testament – the nature of God is revealed as something altogether different from what people expected or thought they were looking for.

The God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob wasn’t a God who lived “up there” and “out there” in a galaxy far, far away, like the “gods” they were used to or had been told about or that some of their neighbors worshiped. No, the God of Abraham and Isaac and Jacob was a God who dwelled among God’s people – who moved around in the Garden of Eden “at the time of the evening breeze”; who led the people through the wilderness by pillars of cloud and fire; who camped out in the tabernacle; who spoke through the prophets.

And the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob was a God who centered grace, who was motivated by love. We’ve been tricked into believing that grace was hard to come by in those Old Testament days, but it’s there. It’s relative to the day and the age and the stories that surround it all, but there’s grace in the rainbow that follows the flood, for example. There’s grace in those 10 Commandments that promise life and blessing and abundance and justice if only we let those laws guide our life because we get to, not because we’ve got to. And there’s grace in the overarching theme of those Hebrew Scriptures, for a people being released from slavery, oppression, and suffering, and for a people promised freedom, abundance, and new life, simply because that was God’s desire for them. Again, this God was different that way.

And this is the same God who showed up in Jesus, of course – living and moving and breathing in and for and with the world. Like the evening breeze or the pillar of clouds, like the tabernacle and the prophets, Jesus showed up, this time as one of them; as one of us. And he showed up preaching and teaching and healing and forgiving – all expressions of and experiences with that same amazing grace God was working to share with the world.

And now, this Jesus was showing himself, yet again, to be a different kind of god than the world had ever seen or heard of or expected God could be. Jesus wanted to be friends with his people. Friends!

No longer were people to see God as a slave master or a slave driver. No longer was God to be seen as a master manipulator or as a purveyor of punishment. No longer were people to walk on egg shells through their lives in this world fearing the monsters beneath their bed or the demons in their closet or the grumpy old man in the sky holding their feet to the fire or holding their sins over their heads or holding an everlasting grudge for every sin and indiscretion they could count.

No, we have a friend in Jesus. A friend who wants to hold our hand through it all – nothing more and certainly nothing less: a companion for the journey; a humble servant, himself; one who suffers for our sake; one who lays down his life for those that he loves.

We have a friend in Jesus who abides in a kind of love that is everlasting and generous, abundant and without limit.

In Jesus, we have a friend who always, always, always chooses us, even when we forget or neglect or lack the courage, ability, wisdom, or faith to choose him back.

Like I said, my love for “Stand By Me,” the movie (and the Stephen King story that inspired it) is wrapped up in that rhetorical question that ends it all: “I never had any friends like the ones I had when I was twelve. Jesus, does anyone?”

There has always been some measure of truth to that for me, to be honest. I’m lucky to still have some of those friends in my life – ones who knew me and loved me and grew up with me during the formative “coming of age” adventures of my childhood. I had dinner with a couple of them two weeks ago. I just spent time with two more of them last weekend. My son Maxwell David, who’s affirming his baptism this morning, is named after another.

And my hope for him and for each of these young people making their Confirmation today – Bethany, Charlie, Kylee, Max, Ella, Ally, Alex, Evelyn, Natalie, and Nate – is that they will know and hold onto and have reason to celebrate those kind of friends now and in the years to come.

And my hope for them, even more – and for all of us, just the same – is that those kinds of friends, the ones who abide, the ones who sacrifice for our sake and compel us to do likewise, the ones who choose us when others don’t, who make our joy complete, and who inspire us to love well and deeply and without shame… I hope those are the friends who remind us of the God – of the friend – we have in Jesus, who does all of those things, to perfection, for us and for the sake of the world.

Amen