August 5, 2012
Ephesians 4:1-16
1I
therefore, the prisoner in the Lord, beg you to lead a life worthy of the
calling to which you have been called, 2with all humility and
gentleness, with patience, bearing with one another in love, 3making
every effort to maintain the unity of the Spirit in the bond of peace. 4There
is one body and one Spirit, just as you were called to the one hope of your
calling, 5one Lord, one faith, one baptism, 6one God and
Father of all, who is above all and through all and in all.
7But each of us was given grace according to the measure
of Christ's gift. 8Therefore it is said, "When he ascended on
high he made captivity itself a captive; he gave gifts to his people." 9(When
it says, "He ascended", what does it mean but that he had also
descended into the lower parts of the earth? 10He who descended is
the same one who ascended far above all the heavens, so that he might fill all
things.) 11The gifts he gave were that some would be apostles, some
prophets, some evangelists, some pastors and teachers, 12to equip
the saints for the work of ministry, for building up the body of Christ, 13until
all of us come to the unity of the faith and of the knowledge of the Son of
God, to maturity, to the measure of the full stature of Christ. 14We
must no longer be children, tossed to and fro and blown about by every wind of
doctrine, by people's trickery, by their craftiness in deceitful scheming.
15But speaking the truth in love, we must grow up in every
way into him who is the head, into Christ, 16from whom the whole
body, joined and knitted together by every ligament with which it is equipped,
as each part is working properly, promotes the body's growth in building itself
up in love.
SERMON:
“A Worthy Life”
As you know, I just returned from
vacation in Texas, y’all, where I spent a lot of quality time with Tex-Mex food
and my adorable nieces. I call them The
Interrogators because of their insatiable curiosity about everything, but for
once I was the one doing the asking.
“Girls, what do you want to be when
you grow up?”
Natalie’s response was immediate
and decisive. “I want to be a fairy
mermaid princess with hair like Rapunzel.”
Ah. Good choice. Gianna (whom we call “Gigi”) took a bit
longer to respond. Finally, her face lit
up with joyful clarity and she declared, “I want to be a rainbow pony!” Excellent.
Not understanding the (most likely
erroneous) adult assumption that we are what we do, my nieces showed the wisdom
that only children have, in understanding being as imaginative, whimsical and
far beyond simply what fills our time.
Whether we are four or eighty-four,
when we question what we want to be, that is a question of vocation. My shaky high school Latin has left me with
the memory that this word for “call”, vocare. You can’t call yourself, and so a vocation
can never be discovered without God first calling.
But vocation is often confused with
career. They are not synonyms. A person whose career is cleaning in
janitorial services can have the vocation of being an exceptional
Grandfather. To understand the
difference between the two, it’s helpful to dust off that Latin book once
more. (Last time I promise.) “Career” also takes its root in a Latin
word. It means “chariot wheel ruts”,
what we today would call, “race track,” or in a real stretch, Nascar.
Race track is a fitting descriptor
for career much of the time. Our career
is what we do, running this way and that, trying to keep up with the hectic
pace of life. Our vocation is who we
are. Paul, or as often was the case, a
protégé of Paul, writes to the Ephesians urging them to “live a life worthy of
the calling to which they’ve been called.”
I imagine rainbow ponies and mermaid fairy princesses were not what he
was referring to.
He goes into detail about varying
callings, and it is tempting to simplify this text into a formula: select the
category that describes you (a. apostles b. prophets c. pastors d. evangelists
e. teachers f. none of the above?), add to that a willingness to serve for
God’s glory and, there you have it, nice and neat: your calling. Your vocation. But with scripture, as with life, things are
never as simple as they seem. You see,
there is a gaping flaw in our formula: it begins and ends with me.
This text spends a lot of energy
speaking about God’s call as an act of community. We are not the center of God’s call on our
lives: God is. We are not called in
isolation where God places us above others for a task that only we can do. We do not earn or possess our vocation: we
ourselves are possessed by it. We are
called in and for relationship, and relationships are complicated.
And so the formula is replaced by a
question: are we willing to imagine a new reality where the meaning of our
lives is found, not in the race to succeed, but in the bewildering, persistent
call of God? Is it even possible for us
to turn notions of success upside down and embrace the gifts God gives us to
the extent that we seek unity and wholeness for the whole body above anything
else?
If I’m honest with you, I don’t
know if such a radical worldview is possible in a society that idolizes
individualism and rewards greed with power.
I don’t know if such an idealistic understanding of the body of Christ
can be reality when Christianity is often a battle for who can speak their
opinion the loudest, instead of a transformative, diverse community who serves
those who fall between the cracks of our world.
But if there is any hope of
discovering not just how to run the race of this only life we’re given, but how
to really live it, that hope lies in sticking with one another.
Or as this letter puts it, “With all humility and gentleness, with patience,
bearing with one another in love, 3make
every effort to maintain the unity of the Spirit in the bond of peace. Speaking the truth in love, we must grow up in
every way into him who is the head, into Christ, from whom the whole body,
joined and knitted together by every ligament with which it is equipped, as
each part is working properly, promotes the body's growth in building itself up
in love.”
These words are pretty. Poetic, even. The reality is extraordinarily
demanding. Following God’s call into
radical unity and service, built up by love, means that each of us as
individuals and all of us as a community, expand our vision and mission to
embrace the other.
The body of Christ cannot be built
up in love when its walls are clogged with the rubble of self-importance and
ego, when pride and intolerance creep in like subtle but deadly weeds,
fracturing the foundations of wholeness and unity.
The good news is, just as our
calling is not about “me” but is about “us”, our calling isn’t centered around
just “us”, it’s centered around the God who will never stop calling to us.
Our calling is rooted in the One
who spoke and light was, who called an entire people out of slavery to freedom
and called a tired, older fellow to lead them.
Who called the prideful pietism of the religious elite what it was,
hypocrisy, and who called those who followed back to a faith where difference
was valued and not feared and where all were fed.
We do not call ourselves, our
Creator calls us. We do not answer that
calling alone, God’s Spirit breathes in us the power to change entire
communities, to wake up from the stupor of racing through our lives in order to
actually live them. And, though we in
the church will constantly fracture ourselves along political, theological,
social or economic lines, that Calling Voice will gather us back once more,
filling us with the only thing we need to be built together again: love.
Living into this reality of a
loving, called community, not just with those who think, worship and look like
us, requires great faith in the imaginative work of God. Like my nieces imagining an entirely new
being when they grow up, we have to let go of childish ways of “us and them” or
of “it’s always been done this way” to embrace a childlike vocation, where
unity is possible. So, how do we live a
life worthy of our calling? Empowered by
the Spirit, driven by our love for each other, we imagine it, and then we
become it. Amen.
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