Renewal

The Asbury Revival and Transfiguration

Matthew 17:1-9

Six days later, Jesus took with him Peter and James and his brother John and led them up a high mountain, by themselves. And he was transfigured before them, and his face shone like the sun, and his clothes became dazzling white. Suddenly there appeared to them Moses and Elijah, talking with him.

Then Peter said to Jesus, “Lord, it is good for us to be here; if you wish, I will make three dwellings here, one for you, one for Moses, and one for Elijah.” While he was still speaking, suddenly a bright cloud overshadowed them, and from the cloud a voice said, “This is my Son, the Beloved; with him I am well pleased; listen to him!”

When the disciples heard this, they fell to the ground and were overcome by fear. But Jesus came and touched them, saying, “Get up and do not be afraid.”

And when they looked up, they saw no one except Jesus himself alone. As they were coming down the mountain, Jesus ordered them, “Tell no one about the vision until after the Son of Man has been raised from the dead.”


Have you heard about the spiritual “revival” at Asbury University?

Asbury University is a private Christian school in Wilmore, Kentucky. It identifies as “non-denominational,” but has ties to the Wesleyan-Holiness movement. Which means, I think, that it’s inclined toward the Methodist institution, in not so many words.

Anyway, apparently they’re experiencing a surprising, unintended, unplanned, Holy Spirit-induced, good old-fashioned “revival,” there – and have been since a week ago, Wednesday as far as I could tell.

See, Wednesday is when Asbury University has its regularly-scheduled, weekly chapel, as many small, private, religiously affiliated undergraduate colleges and universities do. And at Asbury – like so many other schools – students are required to attend some number of these 10 a.m., Wednesday morning, chapel services each semester.

And last Wednesday, something odd happened.

After the benediction, when worship was supposed to be over; when, I’m guessing, students usually pull out their phones, put on their coats, and shuffle off to their next class, to the cafeteria for lunch, or back to bed … they didn’t leave. Many, or most, maybe all of them – students, professors, staff and worship leaders – just stayed.

They stuck around… singing quietly, praying like they meant it, reading Scripture, publicly confessing their sins, even. Small groups of prayer circles formed. People raised their arms in praise. Some knelt at the altar. Some prostrated themselves on the floor. According to those who’ve witnessed it, the space was filled with peace and quiet and music and joy and light and love and all the good vibes.

Ultimately, people began to come and go, but the praying and worshiping, reading and confessing continued. The place has been packed – standing room only – according to a professor of theology from the seminary across the street, who walked over so he could see it to believe it.

AND students have been showing up from other schools – the University of Kentucky, Ohio Christian, Lee University, Georgetown College, Mt. Vernon Nazarene University – Purdue and Indiana Wesleyan University, even – just to name a few. I saw some Asbury alumni from right here in New Pal posting about it on Facebook, too.

And I find it fascinating. My skeptical instincts, some of what I’ve read about it, and my limited experience with such things tempt me to be critical of it, but I’m not going there. It’s not something that ever happened in chapel when I was an undergrad – not that I would have been there to notice. (They didn’t take attendance at Capital University.) And if it’s all it’s cracked up to be for those who are experiencing it, more power to them.

Anyway, all of this lasted for at least a week – it was still happening until THIS Wednesday, anyway, when I sat down to start thinking about this sermon and about today and about what we call “Transfiguration Sunday” around here – an event, for what it’s worth, I would have been equally skeptical about back in the day.

Because it seems like a spiritual revival of sorts took place on that mountain with Jesus, Peter, James and John. Jesus took them up the mountain “after six days,” we’re told, which is another way of saying, “on the seventh day,” which means we’re supposed to draw some meaningful connections to what happened when Moses took a hike up another mountain, “on the seventh day” as we heard about in our first reading from Exodus. Moses came down with the Ten Commandments, remember, after a transformative, transfiguring moment of his own up on there on Mount Sinai.

And in order to make that connection even more clearly, the disciples see Jesus in conversation with Moses – and Elijah, too – as a sign and declaration of his prophetic status and succession as the Messiah… the next … and last … and final Word … worth listening to … as God’s Chosen One … anointed … beloved prophet of all prophets.

So, however and whatever happened up on that mountain with Jesus – by way of his face that shined like the sun and his dazzling white clothes, in the appearance of those ghosts from the past, that talking cloud, and God’s profound declarations about his belovedness – the point was to reveal for those carefully chosen disciples (Peter, James and John) that Jesus was something special; that he was worth listening to, learning from, and following.

And we’d like to imagine the disciples were changed by all of this – Peter, James and John, I mean. They were knocked to their knees by what they saw and heard, after all. They were filled with fear and awe at what they witnessed. Maybe they prostrated themselves, raised their hands in worship, maybe they prayed, silently or aloud. And, like the students, faculty and staff at Asbury University, last week, Peter wants them to stay … to make it all last: “Lord, if you wish, I’ll build three dwellings here; one for you, one for Moses, and one for Elijah, too.”

But, as great and holy as it was… as mighty and transformative as it seemed to be… that doesn’t happen. It doesn’t last for long. Jesus seems to nip it in the bud pretty quickly. He comes to the disciples, touches them – seemingly snaps them out of their spiritual shock and awe – and they head back down the mountain. And as they go, he tells them to keep all of this on the down low. He tells them not to tell anyone about any of it until the Son of Man has been raised from the dead.

And this, for me, is where the lesson, the inspiration, the challenge and the hope about whatever happened on that mountaintop with Jesus and – whatever may be happening at Asbury University – matters. Because the lesson, inspiration, challenge and hope of whatever spiritual renewal or revival we’re looking for, longing for, or experiencing shows up in what happens as a result of it all.

Because what happens next for Jesus, as God’s beloved, anointed, chosen one, was even more surprising, unbelievable and awe-inspiring than what happened on that mountaintop.

He healed the sick and gave sight to the blind. He taught about loving the lost and forgiving without limit. He chastised and challenged the rich and the wealthy. He preached against the powerful. He talked politics and protested injustice. He overturned the tables in the temple.

And after all of that – because of all that, and more – Jesus gets crucified. He shares a meal with his friends; he is arrested; he is denied and betrayed by the closest of his followers – Peter, James and John, from this morning’s mountain, among them – and then he dies a horrible, humiliating, public and painful death – whipped, beaten, mocked, spit upon, crowned with thorns and nailed to a cross.

So, I kind of think Jesus is saying – on his way down the mountain this morning: “don’t go yapping about this mountaintop stuff – this little ‘transfiguration moment’ up here on the hill – unless or until it amounts to something; until you’re able to see and connect it with the rest of what’s to come.”

“Don’t talk about spiritual renewal or faithful transformation unless or until it leads to some measure of sacrifice, in your life, for the sake of others.”

“Don’t talk about spiritual revival or transfiguration unless or until it comes from – or leads to – a place of humility, justice, mercy and peace.”

“Don’t talk about spiritual renewal or faithful transformation unless or until it has something to do with a new way of living and moving and being in the world; unless or until something changes in you that does something to change the world around you.”

So, may whatever spiritual revival or renewal or transfiguration we seek as God’s people in this world inspire us not to stay put or to cling to the mountaintop moments of our lives for the sake of the mountaintop moments of our lives. But may renewal, revival and transfiguration fill us, inspire us and move us down from the mountain, beyond our sanctuary, off of our couches and out of our kitchens – to the lonely places, toward the least among us, in the face of the darkness and the powers that be, for the sake of a world that is ripe for the live-changing, life-giving hard, holy grace and good news that belong to us all in Jesus Christ our Lord.

Amen

G2A #1: "God Wants Us To Take Naps" – Genesis 1-3

For all the options I had to preach on such a rich, dynamic and integral Biblical story as the Biblical creation accounts, and for all the time I had to prepare, I left for summer camp last Sunday with no clear understanding of which direction I would take – no clear understanding of what I would proclaim to you today. All I knew was that I would be spending just about every waking minute during the week “out there” in God’s creation, which I assumed would yield some inspiration.

The last thing I grabbed before we took off for camp was one of the books I planned to read – Sabbath: Finding Rest, Renewal, and Delight in our Busy Lives by Wayne Muller. This was a book Pastor Mark encouraged me to read before he left for his sabbatical. He thought it was such an important book that he purchased a dozen copies for the church for you to read. Three pages into this book and I knew that of all the different ways to preach the first two chapters of Genesis, God was calling me to proclaim a message to you about God’s activity on day 7 and how God has entrusted us with the responsibility of carving out time in our lives dedicated to the task of finding rest, renewal, and delight in our busy lives.

The call to observe a Sabbath is imbedded in the very act of creation.

“And on the seventh day God finished the work that he had done, and he rested on the seventh day from all the work that he had done. So God blessed the seventh day and hallowed it…”
— Genesis 2:2

Contrary to our assumptions, the act of creation was not completed on day 6; rather, as the text says, “God finished the work” on day 7. Stepping back and observing time for rest, renewal, and delight is not a task reserved for such a time as when we have completed all our work (is there ever such a time as that?). Rather, stepping back and observing time for rest, renewal, and delight is an integral component of the task of creation.

Wayne Muller, in his book titled Sabbath writes the following:

The ancient rabbis teach that on the seventh day, God created menuha–tranquility, serenity, peace, and repose–rest, in the deepest possible sense of fertile, healing stillness. Until the Sabbath, creation was unfinished. Only after the birth of menuha, only with tranquility and rest, was the circle of creation made full and complete.
— Sabbath, p.37

Finding rest, renewal, and delight in our busy lives is not a luxury reserved for those who work hardest, accomplish the most, achieve the best, push themselves to the point of exhaustion, or sacrifice everything in the pursuit of success. In fact, the Chinese pictograph for “busy” is composed of two characters: "heart" and "killing."

Our busy lives are killing our hearts as well as our relationships, dreams, and ability to be at peace.

Finding rest, renewal, and delight in our busy lives is a Biblical mandate – a truth imbedded in the very order of creation. Like so many other Biblical mandates, it is not meant to be an oppressive limitation, but rather a safeguard to ensure we are protected from the forces that try to tear us apart from God.

One of our reasons for filling our lives with over-work and maxed-out schedules is that we have forgotten the inherent goodness of God’s creation. We think that we can create our own happiness in spite of the happiness and contentment that God has hard-wired into the order of creation. He writes:

Sabbath time assumes that if we step back and rest, we will see the wholeness in it all We will naturally apprehend the good in how things are, taste the underlying strength, beauty, and wisdom that lives even in the difficult days, take delight in the gift and blessing of being alive.

If we believe our soul is naturally luminous and that we are filled with innate, natural perfection, if we are the light of the world, then when we sink into quiet we return to peace. Conversely, if we believe creation is badly flawed, then we must avoid intimate contact with it. We greet silence with fear, afraid it will show us the broken center at the core of the world and of ourselves. Afraid of what we will find there, we avoid the stillness at all costs, keeping ourselves busy not so much to accomplish but to avoid the terrors and dangers of emptiness.
— Sabbath, p.42

There was something perfect about writing a message about Sabbath while spending the week with youth, counselors, and other pastors at a Lutheran church camp. What better place to dwell in God’s word concerning creation than to spend a week surrounded by woods, lakes, blue skies, rain drops, singing birds, startled deer, and, of course, hormonal kids (God created them too!).

Allow me to relay one of my unexpected experiences of Sabbath from this past week:

I’m sitting on a wooden porch swing. A gentle rain falls around me, echoing off the metal roof on the cabin behind me. The rain is light enough that I could walk and only have drops hit my head every three steps or so. But I’m not walking; I’m gently gliding back and forth on the wooden porch swing. The only other sound cutting through the faint pings of the rain drops are the varied bird calls from the woods to my right. Their calls betray no anxiety about the rain falling on them, nor of the fierce storm that had rolled through an hour before. In front of me a lake unfolds its mirrored face. Close to the banks are images of the majestic pines, oaks, and maples; the lake’s center reflects the silvery-sky. The air is humid but cool and refreshing. My feet are bare, gently rocking, heel-to-toe, each repetition causing a tiny pool of rain water under my left foot to ripple. The beauty of scene fills me with strength. I feel grateful for the opportunity not just to be here, but to be here in such a way and to have so little to do at that moment that I am free to recognize and appreciate the beauty. As if it couldn’t get any better, I have just awoke from an afternoon nap. I am slowly waking back up to the world around me, slightly disoriented, but fully present. I am surrounded by creation. And it is good.

I struggled with whether or not to include this in my message today. I feared that you might not appreciate being told of the virtues of taking it easy because you were here and working very hard. I really wasn’t sure if I should have admitted to taking a nap. Most of you probably didn’t have a chance to take a nap this week. I thought perhaps you might start to think of me as lazy.  

But I realized these are struggles we all have. I realized that Pastor Mark left this book for me and you to read because he knew it would speak to something we all need to hear – it is ok to take time away to find rest, renewal, and delight in our busy lives. It is ok to take a nap. It is ok to find yourself surrounded by the beauty of creation. Actually, it’s more than “ok,” it’s what God desires for us.

To conclude I would like to read a brief story included in the book, Sabbath.

At one retreat there was a woman, a potter. She had been having difficulty with her pots. She would center her clay, and then kept bringing it out, out, to its edge, and then, pushed to its limit, it would collapse. Over and over she would center it again, raise it, bring it out to its farthest edge, and it would collapse. Eventually she would tire of this challenge, of pushing the clay to its edge, and reluctantly surrender to the fact that she needed to keep the clay closer to the center.

As she spoke of it, in this quiet room filled with Sabbath pilgrims, she recognized something she had missed. She realized that she was not the potter; she was the clay. She had been brought again and again to her edge, only to collapse.

The invitation was clear, to live her life close to her center. Properly centered, the clay would hold
— Sabbath, p.212-213

My prayer for you is that you intentionally set aside time to appreciate the glory and goodness of God’s creation and that you would create a place set apart for appreciation, rest, acceptance, equality, enjoyment, conservation, friendship, peace, fulfillment, curiosity, laughter, silliness, games, and growth. My prayer for you is that you would be centered.

Amen.