One of Magnus Wennman's photographs depicting where refugee children sleep. This is 5 year old Lamar from Baghdad, sleeping in a Serbian forest.
November 22, 2015
Matthew 8:14-20
14 When Jesus entered Peter’s house, he saw his mother-in-law lying in bed
with a fever; 15 he touched her hand, and the fever left her, and
she got up and began to serve him. 16 That evening they brought to
him many who were possessed with demons; and he cast out the spirits with a
word, and cured all who were sick. 17 This was to fulfill what had
been spoken through the prophet Isaiah, “He took our infirmities and bore our
diseases.”
18 Now when Jesus saw great crowds around him, he gave orders to go over to
the other side. 19 A scribe then approached and said, “Teacher, I
will follow you wherever you go.” 20 And Jesus said to him, “Foxes
have holes, and birds of the air have nests; but the Son of Man has nowhere to
lay his head.”
Psalm 132
O
LORD, remember in David's favor
all
the hardships he endured;
how
he swore to the LORD
and
vowed to the Mighty One of Jacob,
"I
will not enter my house
or
get into my bed;
I
will not give sleep to my eyes
or
slumber to my eyelids,
until
I find a place for the Mighty One of Jacob."
We
heard of it in Ephrathah;
we
found it in the fields of Jaar.
"Let
us go to his dwelling-place,
let
us worship at his footstool."
Rise
up, O LORD, and go to your resting-place,
you
and the ark of your might.
Let
your priests be clothed with righteousness,
and
let your faithful shout for joy.
For
your servant David's sake
do
not turn away the face of your anointed one.
The
LORD swore to David a sure oath
from
which he will not turn back:
"One
of the sons of your body
I
will set on your throne.
If
your sons keep my covenant
and
my decrees that I shall teach them,
their
sons also, for evermore,
shall
sit on your throne."
For
the LORD has chosen Zion;
he
has desired it for his habitation:
"This
is my resting-place for ever;
here
I will reside, for I have desired it.
I
will abundantly bless its provisions;
I
will satisfy its poor with bread.
Its
priests I will clothe with salvation,
and
its faithful will shout for joy.
There
I will cause a horn to sprout up for David;
I
have prepared a lamp for my anointed one.
His
enemies I will clothe with disgrace,
but
on him, his crown will gleam."
Sermon: “A Resting Place”
Part of me wishes I’d never seen those images. I wish I could erase them
from my memory, and with them, my feeling of needing to do something to
help. Helplessness is a horrible feeling. No one knows this better
than the subjects of those images I saw.
They were pictures of children. Not the pictures my
friends post on Facebook of their kiddos playing and laughing in pumpkin
patches in coordinated outfits. These children live a very different
life: they are Syrian refugees, fleeing terrorism.
Swedish photographer Magnus Wennman has been documenting where refugee children
sleep throughout Europe and the Middle East.
He says, "I felt this project was more personal for me
than others, perhaps because I have a 5-year-old son and I know how important
it is for him to feel safe every night when I put him to bed. The
children are the most innocent victims of this conflict. They did not choose to
leave their homes.”
Wennman’s images are utterly heartbreaking. There is
Tamam, 5 years old, in
Azraq, Jordan. She cries every night at bedtime. The
air raids on her hometown of Homs usually took place at night, and although she
has been sleeping away from home for nearly two years now, she still doesn't
realize that her pillow is not the source of danger. She is terrified of
it.
There are Ralia, 7, and Rahaf, 13, who live on the streets of
Beirut. They are from Damascus, near where Paul had his conversion in
scripture. A grenade killed their mother and brother. Along with their
father, they have been sleeping rough for a year. They huddle close together on
their cardboard boxes. Rahaf says she is scared of "bad boys," at
which Ralia starts crying.
There is Sham, 1 year old in
Horgos, Serbia. He is
pictured just alongside the border between Serbia and Hungary by the
four-meter-high iron gate, Sham is lying in his mother's arms. Just a few
inches behind them is the Europe they so desperately are trying to reach.
Only one day before the last refugees were allowed through and taken by
train to Austria, Sham and his mother arrived too late. Now, they wait
along with thousands of other refugees outside the closed Hungarian border.
There is Lamar, 5 years old, sleeping on the ground in Horgos,
Serbia. Back home in Baghdad, the dolls, the toy train, and the ball are
left; Lamar often talks about these items when home is mentioned. The
bomb changed everything. The family was on its way to buy food when a
bomb was dropped close to their house. It was not possible to live there
anymore, says Lamar's grandmother, Sara. After two attempts to cross the
sea from Turkey in a small rubber boat, Lamar's family succeeded in coming to
Hungary's closed border. Now Lamar sleeps on a blanket in the forest —
scared, frozen, and sad.
There is Moyad, 5 years old in
Jordan. Moyad and his
mother needed to buy flour to make a spinach pie. Hand in hand, they were
on their way to the market. They walked past a taxi in which someone had
placed a bomb. Moyad's mother died instantly. Moyad, who has been
airlifted to Jordan, has shrapnel lodged in his head, back and pelvis, and
remains in a cold hospital room, alone.
There are literally millions more.
After
David went through many hardships, he made God a promise in Psalm 132: "I
will not enter my house, or get into my bed; I will not give sleep to my eyes
or slumber to my eyelids, until I find a place for the LORD, a dwelling-place
for the Mighty One of Jacob."
God, in turn, made David a promise: ‘the LORD has chosen Zion;
God has desired it for his habitation: "This is my resting-place forever;
here I will reside, for I have desired it. I will abundantly bless its
provisions; I will satisfy its poor with bread. Its priests I will clothe
with salvation, and its faithful will shout for joy.”’
And
later, when Jesus became famous for healings, a teacher
of the law was impressed, and said, “Teacher, I will follow you wherever
you go.” Jesus’ reply to him was simple: “Foxes have dens and birds
have nests, but the Son of Man has no place to lay his head.” He
would have to follow a homeless Messiah.
The
whole of the Gospel, you see, through the Hebrew scriptures and the New
Testament, is about one story: God finding a home with people, and people in
turn finding a home in God. Put another way, you might say the whole
of the Gospel is addressing the problem of homelessness, on a divine scale and
an everyday human scale.
But
we are not homeless. We are not refugees, at least not now. What do
we know of that experience? More than you would think. You see, the
key for me lies in Psalm 132, where God’s home isn’t described as a 3-bedroom,
2-bath ranch-style house. God’s home isn’t described as a good
investment, or a tastefully-decorated abode. God’s home is described,
again and again as a place of rest. If home is not restful, no
matter how grand or opulent, it is not home. Those Syrian refugee
children know that.
And
we don’t have to sleep in a forest or on a piece of cardboard to know what it
is to be without rest. Because we, my friends are completely and
thoroughly exhausted. We have spent decades working ourselves into a
position of comfort and security, only to feel a restlessness settle into our
very bones, whispering its menacing message, “Do more. Be more.
You are not enough.” It’s no wonder we live in a near-constant
state of fear.
Perhaps
what makes us all human is this shared restlessness. And perhaps that’s
what can connect us to those millions of children, or at least to one of
them. God met us in Jesus Christ in our restlessness. And we,
like that teacher of the law, want to follow Jesus wherever he leads.
What if he is staying to us what he said to that man, “Foxes have dens and
birds have nests, but the Son of Man has no place to lay his head?” What if
we will only find him when we make a home for him – he who said, “I was hungry, and you gave Me something to eat; I was
thirsty, and you gave Me something to drink; I was a stranger, and you welcomed
me.”?
What
if we will only find him in our own restlessness, and in the restlessness of
the world? I hope we find him there. Because he certainly won’t be
found in fear-based, vengeful rhetoric, where we blame an entire people rather
than looking at the faces of their children sleeping in the streets and
forests.
Aren’t
you tired? For the world, for yourself? I know I am. Don’t we
need rest? Rest for us, rest for those children who just so happened to
be born into a war zone, rest for a world constantly descending into
hate-and-retaliate until we have destroyed ourselves?
Today,
I’m not making a political plea. I’m making a spiritual one, and inviting
you to recognize how very tired and restless you are, and consider how you’re
not alone in that. And then, I invite you find a resting place in the God
who still comes to make a home with us all.
I’m
going to play a song by Nashville musician Matthew Perryman Jones, to help us
practice a bit of that divine rest, to help up silence the voices of fear and
inadequacy. So, sit back in your pew, close your eyes (or read along here if you feel more restful being able to follow the words),
and find your resting place. Then, share that place of rest – home – with
the world.
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Amen.
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