Thursday, September 13, 2007

Sermon From July 1st, 2007

This is the first of my two favourite "manuscript" sermons of the summer. They were both delivered at Gilmore Park United Church in July. I'll post the other one in a few days, possibly followed by one or more from August.

Sermon
July 1, 2007
Murray Speer

Luke 9:51-62

When the days drew near for him to be taken up, he set his face to go to Jerusalem. And he sent messengers ahead of him. On their way they entered a village of the Samaritans to make ready for him; but they did not receive him, because his face was set toward Jerusalem. When his disciples James and John saw it, they said, “Lord, do you want us to command fire to come down from heaven and consume them?” But he turned and rebuked them. Then they went on to another village.

As they were going along the road, someone said to him, “I will follow you wherever you go.” 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.” To another he said, “Follow me.” But he said, “Lord, first let me go and bury my father.” But Jesus said to him, “Let the dead bury their own dead; but as for you, go and proclaim the kingdom of God.” Another said, “I will follow you, Lord; but let me first say farewell to those at my home.” Jesus said to him, “No one who puts a hand to the plow and looks back is fit for the kingdom of God.”



And when the time came for his taking-up, he hardened his face, deciding firmly to travel into Jerusalem.

We sometimes forget what it meant for Jesus to decide to travel into Jerusalem.

We sometimes forget, and sometimes it is impossible for us to understand. Some of us will understand better than others, no doubt.

Jerusalem was the great city of the Jews, of course we know that. It was the city of the temple – one of the seven wonders of the ancient world. It was the city where the festivals happened, and with the exception of Alexandria in Egypt, it was the city where the greatest teachers of Judaism lived.

It was also a Roman city. And in Roman-occupied Judea, Jerusalem was a hotbed of activity. Protests and police actions, minor uprisings and reprisals, abuses by soldiers and inflammatory speeches on street corners and in marketplaces.

Something we can easily forget, partly because of how the church has read passages like this through history, is that Jerusalem is not only a dangerous place in today’s world. It has been a dangerous place at many different times and for many different kinds of people.

So when Jesus “sets his face,” which is an idiom meaning to make a firm decision – no going back – he is facing a city of controversy and violence, oppression and activism, terrorism and angry rhetoric.

We sometimes forget what it meant for Jesus to go to Jerusalem. This was never a vacation. It was never a whim. It was a hard decision to make, and when he made it, he made it firmly. He set his face.

I can imagine some of the things he heard from his followers. The story doesn’t tell us, but we can fill in some of the gaps. “Master, why should we leave Galilee? We’re doing pretty well here. People are listening to you, and it’s comfortable. Why should we go where the soldiers and fanatics and zealots are? Why should we go to a Roman city where they arrest and crucify? Let’s stay here at home, we can do so much good here.”

Depending how you think about Jesus, your response may vary. A lot of preachers I consulted this week prescribe to the idea that Jesus was not here to stay, but “here to go.” His mission was to get killed, and Jerusalem was where he needed to be, so he went. Simple as that.

I don’t think Jesus was here to go. I don’t think it was quite so easy. I suspect those days of prayer and reflection before he “set his face” were probably filled with fear and doubt. Can I really preach a message of peace and God’s justice – God’s shalom – in a city so full of anger and violence? Is this really the best way to use my gifts?

The parallels in my own life simply don’t exist. I considered talking to you today about my journey in ministry… as a candidate, trusting the call of God… as an intern, making a physical journey across the country as well as a spiritual journey of preparation and learning… but the parallels simply don’t exist. I suspect few of us here today can really imagine what this “firm decision to travel to Jerusalem” really meant to Jesus and his followers at the time.

So you can see why some of his, shall we say, less committed followers started looking for excuses. When we forget how serious this firm decision is, to travel to Jerusalem, these three stories that follow might not make a lot of sense to us.

Luke takes these sayings of Jesus, that were around in written form before he incorporated them into his gospel, and puts them into a specific context for us. The context is, Jesus is no longer wandering around teaching in Galilee. Jesus has set his face for Jerusalem. He has stopped being a wandering teacher, and he has become a prophet. On his way to the Holy City. Where violence and fanaticism await him.

And then we get these three little sayings.

A fervent follower tells Jesus that he will follow him anywhere. Jesus reminds him that they are not heading toward material prosperity or social comfort of any kind. The Son of Man has nowhere to lay his head. Do not be under any illusion about our mission.

Another follower, on hearing what’s next on the agenda, says, “Um, well, actually, you see, I’ve just had a death in the family and, um… well, the commandment says to honour your mother and father and, uhh…” Jesus says, when it’s time to go, it’s time to go. Leave the dead to bury the dead.

A third person comes to Jesus and says, “You know what? You go ahead and I’ll catch up.” I wonder if he had any intention of leaving his household to travel to Jerusalem. Jesus tells him that this sort of vascillation is unsuitable for someone who seeks the kingdom. Anyone who puts his hand to the plow and then looks backward is unfit.

Do you see what Luke has done? These harsh words of Jesus do not stand alone, outside of context, in Luke’s gospel. Rather, they take place at a harsh time, when harsh choices are being made. One follower is a bit too eager to get to Jerusalem, and Jesus must remind him. Two others are reluctant to follow Jesus’ firm decision, and Jesus must tell them that they are either in or out…

The parallels to my life don’t exist. I simply haven’t faced this kind of harsh reality. There are a lot of preachers out there who try to tell their people that this kind of choice IS necessary right here and now… you are either in or out!!! They call. Make your choice or be left behind!!! They shout.

But that’s just not the way it is for us. We have it pretty good. Nobody is seriously threatening our way of life. The places where Christians are routinely harassed or killed for doing Christian things are half a world away – though much closer than that emotionally for many of us. This harsh reality, this kind of difficult choice, is beyond the experience of many of us here.

We simply haven’t been in a position to make the kind of tough decision that Jesus makes. Most of us. But some of us have. Those Christian workers I mentioned earlier, half a world away? 600 of them were killed in the Phillipines between 2001 and 2006. They are making this kind of decision.

Christians who opposed apartheid in South Africa, and who fought for civil rights in the United States, made this kind of decision.

People who struggle with very real illnesses, mental disorders, and addictions try very hard to make decisions like these.

And we can’t know when we might be asked to “set our face” in the direction of God.

And here’s the good news: If and when that time comes, we will know that we are not alone. We will know that Jesus has been there before, as have thousands of our Christian siblings across the world and throughout history.

Jesus, in setting his face for Jerusalem, was utterly committed to the gospel and to God’s divine shalom – peace through justice. And he was utterly uncommitted to anything else. And it’s because of that commitment, that passion, that hardening of his face and his refusal to stay where things are safe and easy, that his name continues to be spoken today.

Thanks be to God.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Past Parallels

I have returned to Vancouver, and all along the journey I found my imagination jumping back into the past... like a sort of deja vu but not disturbing or a trick of the mind. Simply, I have done this before.

After a winter of feeling "unsettled" and "out-of-place," it was both comforting and disturbing to return to some of the places where I have felt most secure.

The drive from Corner Brook to Edmonton (which I did in May) seemed frequently to be a "turning back" or rewinding of the path - even though I chose major alternate routes at four different points along the way. It was reversing the journey I had taken the previous August.

In July and August I preached at Gilmore Park United in Richmond, BC, and at First United Church in Fort Saskatchewan, AB. Guess what I did last July and August? So much had happened in between, but there I was, in the same places, rehearsing the same roles... I think I was a better preacher this summer than last, though.

When I got to Vancouver in June (staying in the absent homes of others -- talk about feeling out-of-place! -- but many thanks to Elaine, Phil & Diane, and Elsie for their hospitality) I spent an afternoon with Clara and Kristen. It was hard to wrap my head around the idea that things had continued to happen here, while I was away. Because here I am, back, and here is Clara and Kristen just like they were when we hung out last summer. But of course the intervening times were full of challenges, blessings, and growth for all three of us. The confusion comes from the fact that we were all in different cities living in different contexts and facing different realities, and we really have no access to what has happened to our friends while we've been apart.

I also returned to Naramata this summer, though only for one afternoon. Many years ago, Brendan came to Edmonton to see Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone with a group of folks, and we had the brilliant idea to see all of the Harry Potter franchise together. We succeeded in seeing #2 together, as part of a crazy trip to Calgary with Laura and Joanna. The third and fourth installments were impossible, and I always regretted that. So I was committed to seeing The Order of the Phoenix with him. One Saturday, I left Vancouver and drove the five hours to Naramata, where we hauled-ass with a group of summer staffers to Penticton and caught the show. A bonus to this trip was a chance to touch base with Graham, as he has left for internship just as I am returning. Then I drove back. The last hour on the freeway was hell. I think I will never do that again, because of how horrible that final portion of the drive was, but I'm glad I did it overall. The whirlwind trip took just over 18 hours, and the sights of the Hope-Princeton road and Naramata were immensely restorative for me.

I've now returned to VST for another year of school, and this is another experience where the past is parallel. The physical reality of VST has changed immensely in three years, but still I'm having flashbacks. The difference I'm noticing is that whereas three years ago, VST was my destination, I'm now able to plan further ahead, and so being here is no longer my goal. That changes so much of my perspective, and I will be adjusting to that over the next few months.

I've enrolled in a program called Clinical Pastoral Education at the Vancouver General Hospital (CPE@VGH). This will be a big time commitment and a challenging emotional task. It also means I've extended my school program into an extra year, so I won't graduate next spring, but the spring after. I'm looking forward to convocating with Graham, Nick, and Elaine! I'm somewhat apprehensive about the CPE... I worry that my faith might be writing cheques that my emotional stability can't cash. We'll see.

I'm going to choose at least one sermon manuscript from the summer, to publish here. I'll just make sure it's a good one.

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Dinosaur Comics + House, M.D. = Hilarity

Some internet wag has combined two of my recent favourite pastimes into an animated gif of greatness.

Since the summer, I have found myself continuously and frequently amused by a webcomic created by fellow-Canuck Ryan North, called Dinosaur Comics.

Also since the summer, I have been following the wacky misadventures of the curmudgeonly, misanthropic, drug-addicted Dr. Gregory House, M.D. on the television show which bears his name.

If you are a fan of these two pop culture phenomena, then you will understand my glee at the gif below. If you need some extra explanation, check out this particular Dinosaur Comic

(Dinosaur comics created by Ryan North)

And this particular episode of House, M.D.

Then enjoy the fun of mixing pop-culture references into a melting pot of comic timing and ironic associations! (Click on the image to see the animation)

(Image credit: ami2024ever on LJ)

Brilliant!

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

That's Crazy!

Wow, two months without an update. I've just been so busy and not doing much that translates easily to a blog entry! I guess if I was completely anonymous with it, I could share more of what I'm up to, but I don't really see the point of that.

I took a week off and went home for Christmas. It was good to see my family again, my dad, my two sisters and their families, including my four nieces and two nephews. We all went together to a cousin's wedding in Edmonton, and that was a grand time as well. While in Alberta I took a road trip and got to spend some time with Clara in Calgary and Brendan in Rocky, and that was good, too. Then I hung out with Jill for a couple of days and flew back to Corner Brook. Unfortunately, I got sick while I was there. I had a fever all Christmas Day, and I missed midnight communion at First United in the Fort, though it was nice to see everyone at the church on Sunday morning, Christmas Eve.

Since I've been back I've been pursuing my set Learning Goals for my internship - the major goal is Pastoral Care and Visiting. I really feel like I'm picking up momentum in my learning here - it hasn't been easy, being so far from home, and in such a different place.

I baptised a little baby on January 21st. That was very exciting, and I think it went well (though as soon as Wayne put the oil on her head she started to cry). We walked down the aisle to welcome her into the community, and she really liked it when we turned around and she could see the big stained glass window behind the chancel. That window is the same image as the one in the Chancellor Room at VST, and I think it's also in the Narthex at my church in Fort Saskatchewan, though I'm not certain. Only the VST one has a bat flying over Jesus' head, though - still not sure what that's all about. Anyway, yay baptism!

I'm leading the confirmation course here - a big group! That's a daunting task; I want to do well by them.

I never did explain where the expression "Gospel crazy" comes from. In my first year at VST, my Synoptic Gospels course was taught by Dr. Stephen Farris, who was our professor of preaching. I think everyone in that class really enjoyed his teaching. Each class would start with a little lesson in Greek - alphabet and basic vocabulary. Then we would look at a topic in the study of the synoptics. At some point during the lesson, Stephen would shift out of teaching and into "homiletics" - delivering a little bit of proclamation on a piece of whatever it was we had talked about that week.

The weeks that we looked at the parables of Jesus, he usually would come out at some point with this saying: "That parable... it's crazy. It's gospel crazy," or something like, "It's so crazy, it might even be gospel." To say that the kingdom of God is like a mustard seed, or a bit of yeast, or that it is hard for a wealthy person to achieve the kingdom, is crazy. And it's good news. Both.

Since then, I've looked for opportunities to use that expression properly - but I haven't preached on the parables! The only time I've really used it is in a "preaching club" meeting at Jessica's house about a year ago, during one of our discussions. It was shortly after that that I started a weblog, and the expression came to mind when I was looking for a title.

Since then, I've used it for my screen name on the Wondercafe discussion forums, and it's taken on a new meaning: as though I am one who is "crazy for the gospel." Or perhaps, that I am crazy the way the gospel is crazy? Either way, I'm okay with it.

Sermon From February 18, 2007

I preached again this Sunday. For the first time I created what I would call the "long-form" sermon. I guess it took 17-20 minutes, whereas my usual time would be 10-12. I think it went quite well. Short sermons and long sermons can both be good or bad; but there are different rules for doing them well, I think. The feedback from the congregation has all been good on this one.

My usual caveat: the manuscript is not the sermon. It is the visual cue that gives the sermon its structure and flow; the sermon is what is spoken and heard, not what is written. I invite your comments and feedback!

Sermon
February 18, 2007
Murray Speer

Luke 9:28-36
The Mystery of the Transfiguration

Now about eight days after these sayings Jesus took with him Peter and John and James, and went up on the mountain to pray. And while he was praying, the appearance of his face changed, and his clothes became dazzling white. Suddenly they saw two men, Moses and Elijah, talking to him. They appeared in glory and were speaking of his departure, which he was about to accomplish at Jerusalem. Now Peter and his companions were weighed down with sleep; but since they had stayed awake, they saw his glory and the two men who stood with him. Just as they were leaving him, Peter said to Jesus, ‘Master, it is good for us to be here; let us make three dwellings, one for you, one for Moses, and one for Elijah’—not knowing what he said. While he was saying this, a cloud came and overshadowed them; and they were terrified as they entered the cloud. Then from the cloud came a voice that said, ‘This is my Son, my Chosen; listen to him!’ When the voice had spoken, Jesus was found alone. And they kept silent and in those days told no one any of the things they had seen.


Today we have heard two stories that involve people going up on a mountain and encountering God. Have you ever had an experience like this? When you’ve gone somewhere, apart from other people, and found something there that you never expected? Sometimes, it can be hard to describe. Sometimes, it can change your entire life, your entire perspective. Sometimes you can be transformed.

We call today in the liturgical calendar the day of the Transfiguration. It’s always the last Sunday in the season following Epiphany. Always the Sunday before the start of Lent.

It’s kind of funny how, in the church, we have words that aren’t really used anywhere else in our culture. In many cases, it’s because when we started using them they made sense to everyone, and then the English language moved on from those words, and we kept using them anyway. The word “transfiguration” is one of those words. We don’t use it anywhere else in our culture, but we have kept it for this day, and this story. It just means, changing from one thing into another. It’s a synonym for “transformation” – which is a word that is much more familiar to most of us, I think.

The transfiguration has been, in recent decades, a bit of an embarrassment for the church – probably especially the United Church. When a person steps into our worship, a person steeped in the perspectives of the modern world, and hears us talking in a matter-of-fact way about Jesus getting all glow-y and clouds of smoke talking to people – well, we don’t always come across so well.

“You mean you really believe that Jesus started to glow?”

“You really believe that two guys who had been dead for centuries were just there?”

“You mean to tell me that you believe they heard a voice coming from a cloud, with their ears and everything?”

These aren’t easy challenges to respond to, especially if they’re coming from people who are making a sincere effort to understand and to pursue their faith.

Which is why I think it’s a good idea to start calling this day in the liturgical calendar “the Mystery of the Transfiguration” – or, if you prefer, “the Mystery of the Transformation.” Mystery means that this story, the story that Luke tells us, and Matthew and Mark each tell us also, in their own ways, is not the end-in-itself, but the beginning of something. Mystery means that this story is not the final word but the opening word.

Mystery means that we all, every one of us, has a journey to take with this story. A journey toward a deeper understanding of ourselves, a deeper relationship with God, and a deeper trust in the promises of God for us.

So let’s ask a question (I’ve been told that I tend to use perhaps too many rhetorical questions in my sermons, so I’m going to try to stick to one this time, and here it is): When we treat this story as the opening word, and try to journey deeper into the mystery of the transfiguration, what do we find?

The first thing we find is that Jesus prays. This is characteristic of the prayer life of Jesus in the gospels – he goes off by himself or with a few friends, to a quiet place away from the crowds, and he engages in prayer. And this time, when he prays, Elijah and Moses come and speak to him.

This is a different kind of prayer than we might often think of. I think we’ve been trained to think of prayer as “talking” – certainly in worship, when he have our opening prayer we all talk; when we have our pastoral prayer, one of us talks; the Lord’s prayer is something that we say; and many of us were raised to pray daily by reciting a certain little speech. All of these, without a doubt, are important ways to pray.

But talking isn’t the only way to pray. If anyone here has been given that impression, then you’ve been mistreated. Imagine if Elijah, or Moses, or Jesus were standing right behind you, ready to talk to you, and every time you prayed you were to spend the whole time talking, so that they couldn’t get a word in edgewise. Imagine if God had something important to tell you, and you never stopped talking long enough to listen.

Listening is an even more important way to pray than talking. And we see this in the story from Luke: Elijah and Moses appear, in glory, and speak of his departure. In the details of the story, Jesus isn’t necessarily saying anything back to them. He is very possibly simply sitting still, and listening.

In our Bible study groups that meet Tuesday evening and Thursday morning, we very often have prayer at the end of the meeting. Usually there is a bit of a negotiation over who will speak for us as we pray – mostly trying to get someone else to do it. Because it takes a great deal of courage to speak. And often we have conversations about how it is that one can pray, spontaneously and from the moment, which is what we mean when we say “extemporaneous”. From the moment. There are some tricks and techniques that can help, some stock phrases that can make it easier, but I’m convinced that the most important step of praying in that way, is listening. First, we listen to each other and find out what is happening for us in our lives, and what is happening among us as we gather together. And second, we listen down into our souls and wait to hear the word of God speaking back to us. If you can learn to listen, you can learn to pray.

Sometimes, in worship, we stop in the middle of a prayer and we’re silent for a little bit. I don’t know how all of you feel in those times, but I know that in general a lot of people are pretty uncomfortable with silences like that. They think they’re supposed to be doing something. Saying something. Looking at something. I invite you next time that happens in our worship, to not worry about saying anything or finding words, or to think about what other people are doing, or about how long we’re going to stay silent before the minister starts talking again, and to find a peaceful place inside of you, and just listen.

And sometimes prayer is not about words at all. Neither about saying words, nor about hearing them. Prayers with words and thoughts are important, without a doubt, but they aren’t all there is. Sometimes, prayer is about feeling.

Many of us tend to value our intellect above all else – this is something that the western culture has taught us. We must use our minds to exercise control over our feelings and our behaviours – mind over matter, we say. In my own experience, this can be a disastrous way of seeing the world. When our prayers are only about thinking and talking, we are cutting ourselves off from the feeling, moving, dancing parts of us.

Feeling is an even more important way of praying than listening and talking. Someone once said (Theophan the Recluse, Russian mystic): “To pray is to descend with the mind into the heart, and there to stand before the face of the Lord, ever-present, all-seeing, within you.”

God doesn’t expect our prayers to be perfectly worded, or even worded at all. Before we listen, before we speak, we should feel our prayers. And often that’s enough.

I believe that this is what Jesus was doing, up on that mountain, while his companions were fighting against sleep. This is the first step into the mystery of the transfiguration.

The second thing we see is that Jesus is transformed. His face changes and his clothes become dazzling white. Note that his face doesn’t become dazzling white – he still has his dark Middle Eastern complexion. This isn’t a story about Jesus becoming a white guy. But his face changes, and his clothes become dazzling white.

Now, there are a number of ways we can explain this naturalistically, if that’s what you like to do. Chances are this trip into the wilderness to pray was accompanied by a fast – they didn’t bring a picnic onto the mountain. So, three men take a long walk with no food or water, uphill and to a higher altitude than they’re used to living at, and just at the verge of sleep, they see something remarkable.

Deprived of sleep, food, water, and oxygen, the brain does strange things. It interprets information differently. We see and hear things that we wouldn’t otherwise see and hear, because our brain gets mixed up. So, when they look at Jesus, they see something they haven’t seen before.

I don’t want to spend too much time on this, because frankly trying to explain stories like this isn’t something that I like to do – because it doesn’t take us any deeper into the mystery of the transfiguration. Maybe they saw something that had been there all along but they had no access to. Maybe they saw something that was happening to Jesus before their very eyes. Maybe their perspectives on him were changed as they saw him praying, for real. Maybe he achieved a serenity and inner peace through prayer that was so impressive to them that the only way their brains could process the information was to turn it into a bright light.

But none of that takes us any deeper into the mystery of the transfiguration. What does take us deeper is this: Jesus, through prayer, is changed into something new. However you describe it, however you try to explain it away, this is the mystery.

There is a strong movement in the churches of North America right now, represented by people like the writers Marcus Borg and Thomas Harpur, who have begun to think about what people are actually saying and doing in their lives of faith. And they have found that many folks have a rich and rewarding faith, that is consistent with the ancient witness of Christianity, but does not have a lot in common with the primary understandings of the church that were current fifty or eighty years ago.

One element of this “emerging Christianity,” as it is called, is a diminished focus on “belief” and an increased focus on “transformation” – we are a people who are in a process of “becoming.” We are on a journey toward a certain destination. Christianity, in this model, is not a set of statements that we acknowledge as true, but a path along which we walk – a path laid down by Jesus and that God calls us to follow.

We are a people who are being changed into something new. Just as prayer changed Jesus into something that his friends had never seen before, a life of prayer – prayer that includes feeling, listening, and talking – and following Jesus can change us into something that we can barely imagine.

This, the call of God to change ourselves, is the second step into the mystery of the Transfiguration.

The third step is that Jesus and his friends do not stay on the mountaintop. Peter puts it quite succinctly: “Lord, it is good for us to be here.”

I think most of us have an experience in our past of being in a place or a situation that is so good… so good… that we don’t want to leave. We want to put up our tents and camp right there on that spot. Stop the world! I want this feeling and this condition to stay forever.

In spirituality talk, it’s often called a “peak experience.” There’s a bit of word play there: when it happens to us, we consider it to be the best thing ever, so therefore it’s the summit, the climax, the apex, the tip top of our good times. The peak. But also, we acknowledge that in so much of our literature, people have their peak experiences on an actual mountain. Like in today’s story from Luke.

Peter wants to stay there. Peter wants to be able to bottle this feeling and sell it, actually. He wants to stay there and let the world come to them and make this a center of worship and pilgrimage, with himself as a sort of chief steward and manager. That’s my understanding of the Peter character.

I think many of us in the church feel that way a little bit about our own congregations and our own worship. We have had some wonderful times in our Sunday worship, we say to ourselves. Some great feelings. We have experienced the presence of God in our lives, we have prayed by feeling and listening and speaking and singing. And wouldn’t it be wonderful if we could stay there forever. And wouldn’t it be wonderful if we could share it with the world! By staying just where we are and getting the world to come to us!

But that is not the mystery of the transfiguration. The mystery of the transfiguration is that we cannot stay in that peak experience. We cannot stay in worship around the clock, or throughout the week. We cannot stay on top of the mountain.

About a week ago I received an e-mail advertising an event at the United Church retreat center at Naramata, BC. It’s a three-day retreat in silence and solitude, with one hour each day of meeting with a spiritual director. Three days alone and silent – not an empty silence, but a silence full of prayer, feeling, and the presence of God. It’s happening next weekend, and if I was in BC right now I would be signing up to go.

I went last year, and it was without a doubt a peak experience for me. I would have loved nothing more than to stay there forever. I have to admit, I sometimes still imagine that I will end up there somehow, in my career, living there and possibly even retiring there. That’s how powerful my experiences in that place have been – experiences of transformation through prayer.

But when I was there last year, I had a vision – of the world as a pattern laid out on the grass. It’s called a labyrinth – a prayer tool that is being used more and more in our churches and spiritual communities. A labyrinth is different from a maze: there is only one path in to the center, with no wrong turns and no dead ends. The same path leads you back out. And it is flat on the ground, so that you can always see the entire pattern. You can always see the center, the destination. And you can always see the edge of the circle. The circle itself represents, at one and the same time, the universe, the life path of the person walking, and the heart and personality of the person.

On the second day of my retreat, I walked into the labyrinth, asking God for guidance in understanding my call to ministry and all of the things that I had been learning about in seminary, and then opening myself up to listen. On the way in, I looked at the center of the pattern and saw it as “the peak” – the place where God’s love can be found most easily. The place where we are changed into what God would have us become. The place where we are most happy, most fulfilled. The place where we would love to pitch our tents and stake our claim.

When I got to the center, though, and looked out, I saw something very different. Someone had been along with a leaf blower, and cleaned out all of the paths of the labyrinth. But just outside the circular shape, a winter’s worth of leaves sat decaying in the grass. Just outside, in the rest of the world, everything was crudded up and touched by death.

As much as I would have loved to stay in the middle of that labyrinth, clear of leaves and decay, in the presence of God’s love, deep in prayer, I had to return to the rest of the world. And as much as I would have loved to stay in that retreat center, I had to return to the rest of my life. Not because there was anything forcing me, but because that is where God was calling me.

And this is the third step into the mystery of the transfiguration. We go up the mountain, we retreat from the world, we journey to the center – and we find that God is calling us back to the places where we came from. To do God’s work among the decay and the pain and the confusion of the world.

But just like the center of the labyrinth, that is visible no matter where in the pattern you stand; just like a high mountain that is visible from miles away in any direction; just like a church on the main street of a busy town; we can always see the peak. We can always reach back and remember that feeling, remember that call, remember that prayer. And, though it may take some work, we can always journey back when we need to, to be refreshed and empowered, to do God’s work.

Jesus took his friends up on the mountain to pray. But his overall task was not prayer and worship. His encounter on the peak, with Moses and Elijah, sent him on to the next stage of his ministry – “they were speaking of his departure which he was about to accomplish at Jerusalem.” He went on to the mountain to pray and replenish his power, but his work was always in the plains and the valleys, in the pain and decay and confusion of the world.

We, likewise,
are called not to be
a people
of the mountain,
but a people
with a mission.

Knowing that the mountain
is there when we need it.

Praying to God,
with our feelings and our words.

And working to transform ourselves,
and walk in the direction that God is calling us to go.