Not So Golden Silence

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John 14:8-7

Philip said to him, “Lord, show us the Father, and we will be satisfied.” Jesus said to him, “Have I been with you all this time, Philip, and you still do not know me? Whoever has seen me has seen the Father. How can you say, ‘Show us the Father’? Do you not believe that I am in the Father and the Father is in me? The words that I say to you I do not speak on my own, but the Father who dwells in me does his works.

Believe me that I am in the Father and the Father is in me, but if you do not, then believe because of the works themselves. Very truly, I tell you, the one who believes in me will also do the works that I do and, in fact, will do greater works than these, because I am going to the Father.

I will do whatever you ask in my name, so that the Father may be glorified in the Son. If in my name you ask me for anything, I will do it. “If you love me, you will keep my commandments. And I will ask the Father, and he will give you another Advocate, to be with you forever. This is the Spirit of truth, whom the world cannot receive because it neither sees him nor knows him. You know him because he abides with you, and he will be in you.


Speech is silver. Silence is golden. That’s the full proverb, not just the part we usually hear. It implies it’s better to listen than to speak, and often I agree. But what about when those three little dots appear on your phone screen—and then vanish? How do we feel then? When you call someone and it goes straight to voicemail? When an email notification reminds you it’s been seven days with no reply? You submit a job application and never hear back.

They promised to call, but the phone stays silent. The calendar pages keep flipping, and you lose track of how many months it’s been since you last heard from your son or daughter, mother or father, family member, or once-close friend. Silence then isn’t golden. When communication stops, the silence isn’t just deafening; it’s devastating. Because we often take silence—an unreturned call, a job application ignored, a text unread—as judgment.

Instead of considering someone might be busy, distracted, or forgot their vacation responder, we assume they changed their mind about us or we offended them. Silence is rarely taken at face value. We struggle with silence because, as humans, we’re wired for communication. It’s how we connect and form bonds. When that connection is cut off, when we are ghosted, (or when we do the ghosting you know who you are) it causes confusion, lack of closure, even discontent. And we don’t function as we should.

Take, for instance, the silent treatment. We’ve all done it. We’ve all been on the receiving end of it. That is silence as punishment. Kipling Williams, emeritus professor of psychological sciences at Purdue University, has studied its effects for over 30 years. The silent treatment is a common tactic in all kinds of relationships: friendships, marriages, family bonds, coworkers—you name it.

Why do we do it? Some say it feels satisfying—like gaining control or making a point.

But psychologists warn it can cause lasting harm. One leading psychiatrist says that for those shut out, intentional silence triggers “anxiety, fear, and feelings of abandonment,”. It often leads to self-doubt, self-blame, and self-criticism.

Worse than that, silence hurts—literally. Purdue’s Dr. Williams found being ignored activates the same brain areas as physical pain. “It’s not just metaphorically painful,” he said, “the brain detects it as pain.” Silence can indeed be violence—or worse, deadly.

I wonder if the disciples felt like they were getting the silent treatment from Jesus. At the end of Luke’s Gospel, the last thing Jesus said to his disciples was, “Stay in the city until you have received power from on high.” In the first chapter of Acts, which continues Luke’s story, Jesus tells them just before his ascension, “You will be baptized with the Holy Spirit not many days from now.” So in Jerusalem, they went back and forth from the temple to where they were staying, praying continually and waiting for the Holy Spirit to come—whatever that would look like.

The first day passed—no big deal.

Day two, more prayers—still nothing.

By day three, their hopes were up—a lot can happen in three days, they told themselves. But again, nothing.

I wonder if the disciples, as they waited for this Holy Ghost, felt like they might have been ghosted? Hours became days, days became a week—and still no sign of the Holy Spirit.

Surely you know how this feels. Is there anyone who hasn’t waited for God to reply to their prayers? To make good on a promise you feel God has made to you, like not forsaking you, or comforting you, healing you, or simply helping you? Anything would be nice—even a no! But instead, you get silence. And just like with people, we take that silence to mean we’ve done something wrong and God is mad, or God doesn’t care, or there is no God at all.

I wonder if on the ninth night after Jesus ascended and promised to send the Holy Spirit, but had yet done nothing, those same thoughts crept into the farthest reaches of the disciples’ minds. But undoubtedly, some of you are thinking: Ten days? I’ve been waiting ten years, twenty years, or more to hear from God—and I’m still waiting today! Talk about the silent treatment—that hurts.

But on the morning of that tenth day, as the disciples were all sitting together in one place— the waiting gave way to a wind. Suddenly a sound like a rushing, gusting wind filled the house. Then tongues, cut in half down the middle, maybe engulfed in flame but not burning—like the bush from Moses—dropped from heaven and landed on each of them. Somehow, the tongues were the bearers of the Holy Spirit that then filled the disciples and allowed them to speak in other languages.

And you know the rest of the story from there. Jews from all around the world understood the disciples. Peter gave a sermon. Nearly 3,000 were baptized that very day.

I think Pentecost has a lot to teach us about the silence we face in this life—both from God and from others.

First, your answer or response from God might—perhaps is even likely—to come in ways you never could have imagined. I’m sure divided tongues of fire weren’t on any of the disciples’ bingo cards for how Jesus would make good on his promise to give the Holy Spirit.

I can’t imagine how frustrating and painful it is—or has been—for those of you who feel like God has altogether forgotten your prayers, your concerns, or simply you. But Pentecost gives us hope—maybe gives you hope—that whatever it is you’re waiting for will come, just in a way you never anticipated. William Cowper, the 18th-century poet, has it right: God moves in a mysterious way.

Second, being in and among a community helps. It helps with discernment and hope. Pentecost wasn’t an individual experience, but a communal one. Everyone had been praying together. Everyone had been waiting together. God moves in a mysterious way, yes; but God also often works in the midst of community. That’s why we, as a community, gather for worship, prayer, fellowship, and more—to help one another in discernment, to offer hope when someone has all but run out, to be the person God is at work through for the other. And if you don’t have that kind of community, I hope Cross of Grace can be that place, that people for you, with you.

Lastly, if the Holy Spirit was able to give words and understanding to people from all over the world on that Pentecost, surely the Holy Spirit can do the same in this time and place. How many of us are experiencing silence with someone we love because we don’t know what to say?

Maybe it’s about politics, or a fight you got into, or a mistake that was made, and you haven’t approached them because you don’t think you have the right words, or you don’t know what to say, or they won’t understand no matter what.

I think that is a dominant feeling for nearly everyone in our culture today. But one thing research tells us is that the silent treatment doesn’t work—and one thing our faith tells us is that the Holy Spirit can do the impossible, like people from Galilee speaking languages from all across the world.

We need a Pentecost today. We need the Holy Spirit to give us words that transcend differences, that repair what has been broken, that grow a community. At a time when we are so dangerously and direly divided, when there is so much pain and misunderstanding, we need the ability to not only speak, but perhaps even more so the ability to understand one another.

Henri Nouwen says, “One of the main tasks of theology [and I would also say of the church] is to find words that do not divide but unite, that do not create conflict but unity, that do not hurt but heal.”

In the days ahead, Reach out to someone with whom you are experiencing silence.

Send a text, make a call, and simply say, ‘I’m thinking of you.’ Let the Spirit move through your words and actions.

In your prayers, lament and be honest with yourself and with God about the silence and pain you’ve experienced from God. And then ask God to work, move, do something! The Psalms, the prophets, even Jesus himself do all of these things, so you’ll be in good company.

Look for moments to listen deeply this week—to a friend, a family member, or someone you normally might not hear. Maybe that's at our Christian Nationalism class or a family gathering or even a different news channel than you normally listen to.

Pentecost is about listening/understanding as much as speaking. These small steps are ways we can practice living in the Spirit’s power now because, we don’t need any more silence, no matter how golden, nor the pain that comes with it.

We need a Pentecost, to break the silence and build community. Come Holy Ghost.

Amen.


Jesus' Prayer for Christian Unity

John 17:20-26

"I ask not only on behalf of these, but also on behalf of those who will believe in me through their word, that they may all be one. As you, Father, are in me and I am in you, may they also be in us, so that the world may believe that you have sent me. The glory that you have given me I have given them, so that they may be one, as we are one, I in them and you in me, that they may become completely one, so that the world may know that you have sent me and have loved them even as you have loved me. Father, I desire that those also, whom you have given me, may be with me where I am, to see my glory which you have given me because you loved me before the foundation of the world.

"Righteous Father, the world does not know you, but I know you; and these know that you have sent me. I made your name known to them, and I will make it known, so that the love with which you have loved me may be in them, and I in them."


Jesus has left the building. Sort of.

I mean, on Thursday, the liturgical calendar reminded anyone who pays attention to that sort of thing that it was the Festival of the Ascension where, 40 days following Easter’s resurrection, Jesus left for Heaven; to the other side of eternity; to be with God, the Father, in a different way.

And this bit of John’s Gospel we just heard is part of what the same people who pay attention to such things call Jesus’ “farewell discourse.” Only this long goodbye – which is three chapters long in John’s version of the story – really has more to do with his pending crucifixion and death, than it does with his ascension into Heaven. Which is to say, we’re all over the place, chronologically and liturgically, this morning.

But the nutshell of it all, no matter which leave-taking you focus on, is that Jesus is, or has, or will be leaving soon when we hear him praying this morning.

And I’ve always have a hard time with this passage – wrapping my brain around whatever in the world it is Jesus is trying to say and pray and convey. It’s clumsy, right? All of this talk about "being one as we are one…" About "I in you and you in me and them in us…." And about "being made known, knowing this and making that known…" It all sounds like a bunch of gibberish, really.

And I’m okay with that. I always like to remind myself and whoever’s listening that it's okay to be a little confused, here. It helps me to recognize that Jesus is praying – that he's having a conversation with God and that it's not practiced or scripted. I actually wonder if it was ever really meant for anyone else to hear. And I wonder who actually did hear it. Did he know someone was listening or was it something he told someone about afterward? Whatever the case, it's nothing more – and certainly nothing less than – a prayerful conversation between a Son and his Father; between a man and his God; from the Savior of the world just before he leaves his people and heads off to his crucifixion.

And even though it’s clumsy, there is something very meaningful about what Jesus prays. "God, make my disciples one just like you and I are one. Bind them together in a way that matters. Call them together in my name. Remind them that I am yours and that they are mine. Keep them focused on your grace and glory and help them to share what I've taught them about love with the world where they live."

And I have to imagine Jesus would have been a bit upset or anxious or scared, here – not just because of all the pain and suffering and death that was in his future – but because he knew he would be saying goodbye to his friends… his family… his followers. Even if that whole resurrection thing panned out like it was supposed to, things were going to be different going forward, and Jesus would be leaving – eventually.

And, we know Jesus knew enough about this band of misfits he called “disciples” to be more than a little concerned – if not anxious and scared – as he prepared to leave them. He knew about guys like Peter who could be temperamental, stubborn, impulsive, and lose their faith. He knew about guys like Thomas who would doubt and demand proof at all costs. And he knew about men like Judas who could be bought and sold for a small chunk of change. And he probably knew about the danger they’d be in, too, if they actually followed through with their commitment to follow him into all that was to come. It's no wonder Jesus prayed.

And, remember, Jesus wasn't just praying for the handful of disciples who would be left when he left. He was praying for us, just the same. It's right there in the first sentence of this Gospel passage, "I ask not only on behalf of these, but also on behalf of those who will believe in me …" Jesus was praying for all those who would call themselves followers and all those who would claim to be disciples or church members or Partners in Mission, or whatever.

And he prayed that we would be one … not that we would be successful as disciples or that we would remain sinless in the eyes of God or that we would prove equal to the task of spreading the Good News, even. He didn’t pray that we would make the most money, or get the best job, or have the nicest house. Or that we would graduate or get into the best school, either. He didn’t pray that we would read our Bibles or go to the right church or vote this way or that. Jesus prayed, simply, that we would… somehow… by God’s grace… be one.

In a world that tries to divide rather than unite, Jesus prayed that we would be one.

In world that would separate rather than gather together, Jesus prayed that we would be one.

In a world that would sooner fight than embrace; that points out differences before celebrating common ground; that labels people according to lifestyle, race, nationality, political party, income level, denomination, and more … Jesus prayed that we would be one; not just with each other, but one with the whole wide world; one with the kingdom of God, to which he bore witness and brought to life in our midst and for our sake.

We have some discussions coming up, on Wednesdays in June, beginning this week, that might put some of this to the test – these discussions about American Idolatry and Christian Nationalism, I mean, and the corrupt theology and bad politics that, as the author of our book explains, “betray the Gospel and threaten the Church.” These will be hard, holy conversations that a lot of people … a lot of faith communities … a lot of Christians … more men than women, apparently … aren’t willing to engage.

These are hard conversations because we have let corrupt theology and bad politics divide us, in terrible ways, in this country. These are hard conversations because denominations like ours have lost – or demanded that we not foster – the ability to talk about the ways that faith and politics intersect in the world around us. These are hard conversations, because we give too much power to the ways the world works to separate us – and keep us apart.

But I believe Jesus’ prayer is a hard, holy invitation to wrestle with what it means to be one, in the face of that. Not that we “go along to get along…” Not that we ignore or deny the very meaningful ways we differ, one from another… Not that we dismiss the way our politics can impact, if not harm, the most vulnerable among us…

But that we recognize the way God’s grace, love and mercy, is meant to inspire us to come together – to do the hard work, to have the holy conversations – as one – humbly; in repentance, when necessary; with a spirit of generosity and sacrifice for the sake of the other; until all know about the love we have been promised and the love we proclaim and the kind of love Jesus practiced and prayed for, in this Gospel.

And I believe Jesus' prayer is answered – not just through hard, holy conversations – but every time we gather here, in worship, with all of our differing opinions and ideas about so many things. For me, it’s why life in the Church and the work of the Church still matters.

When we gather around the water of baptism, all of the world’s labels and liabilities are washed away, and we are reminded of the grace that loves us all, in spite of that.

When we gather around the table for holy communion – where we eat bread and drink wine and receive forgiveness and the promise of redemption – we are one with the body of Christ and one in the eyes of God and one with our neighbor, whether we like it or not.

And I need this. Because I know that the sinful, broken, stubborn parts of myself are not – by my own understanding and strength – able to reconcile or unite spiritually with or forgive or love, for God’s sake, the sinful, broken, stubborn parts of all those with whom I differ and disagree, these days.

But here, around this altar and at that font, what makes us one isn't that we always agree or get along or do the right thing. What makes us one, in this place, is that God calls us children. What makes us one is that God loves us whether we deserve it or not. What makes us one is that grace and forgiveness and mercy and love come to each and every one of us – in bread and wine, in the waters of baptism, in community with one another, and by the forgiveness of our sinful, broken, stubborn selves through the patient, loving, grace of our creator.

And it helps me to imagine – and give thanks for the notion – that the master of the universe is praying for me, for you, and for all of us together – and until we get it right.

Amen