"The Holy Spirit: Revealing"
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Galatians 1:1-12

“The Holy Spirit: Revealing”

June 2, 2013


            I don’t know if you’ve ever had to write a letter or make a phone call to someone whom you thought was doing something that was going to mess up their life in a serious way.  You don’t do it lightly.  I shared this story with the Conversation Class a couple of months ago, so if some of you have heard it, please bear with me for a moment. 

            When I was in college I shared an apartment with four other guys.  We all got along, and still do, but to give you an idea of the sort of live-and-let-live atmosphere, there was one of the crew who was not officially on the lease – he was a friend of a friend of someone somebody knew, and he needed a place to stay, so we sublet the sunporch to him.  One day he saw an accordion for sale in the window of a pawn shop and brought it home to learn to play.  That’s why it was a relief when a few weeks later he decided to give life in Los Angeles a chance.  After he was there a month, though, he wrote to see if the sunporch was still open, since things weren’t working out, and of course we said, “Yes,” but were relieved when he came back without the squeezebox.

            So you can see that it was an easygoing group, and that when I got a letter from not one but two of them over the summer while I was working in Maine asking me to try to have a word with the remaining member of this group, I knew it had to be serious.  They were concerned about some of the decisions that he had been making about the direction of his life, that maybe he hadn’t been thinking everything through, and was just reacting to some other events that were not in his control.

            That was when I wrote the only letter I have written in my whole life that I think I may permanently regret.  It wasn’t so much what I put into it – that I would stand behind to this day – or that it didn’t need to be written; it did.  It was the opening words, which were (and I quote):  “Dear [Name], You’re being an idiot.”  It’s amazing that our friendship survived my words, but it did.

            When I read Galatians, which is a letter that Paul wrote to people whom he saw headed in a terribly wrong direction, I know in my heart that he would not have written it lightly.  I also appreciate one verse in the whole book more than any other: the one where he says, “You foolish Galatians!” because I can hear him losing it the way I did.  That only happens when you care enough to get upset over something important.

            What was so important to Paul was that the Galatians had fallen into a belief that would lead them straight away from the gospel that he had shared with them. 

I am astonished that you are so quickly deserting the one who called you in the grace of Christ and are turning to a different gospel— not that there is another gospel, but there are some who are confusing you and want to pervert the gospel of Christ.”  [Galatians 1:6-7]

What he had shared with them was the good news about, in his words,

“the Lord Jesus Christ, who gave himself for our sins to set us free from the present evil age, according to the will of our God and Father.” [Galatians 1:3-4]

Some people were teaching that our salvation comes from the way that we observe the proper rules and procedures and ceremonies, rather than relying totally on him for our freedom from the world, and that stuck in his craw.

“But even if we or an angel from heaven should proclaim to you a gospel contrary to what we proclaimed to you, let that one be accursed! As we have said before, so now I repeat, if anyone proclaims to you a gospel contrary to what you received, let that one be accursed!” [Galatians 1:8-9]

It mattered to him, because he saw the good news of freedom through Christ to be something that God himself, the Holy Spirit, had shown him.

“For I want you to know, brothers and sisters, that the gospel that was proclaimed by me is not of human origin; for I did not receive it from a human source, nor was I taught it, but I received it through a revelation of Jesus Christ.” [Galatians 1:11-12]

            People both inside and outside the Church will constantly tell you about the hoops that you have to jump through and the requirements you have to meet in order to be acceptable to God.  There was an incident at St. Patrick’s Cathedral in New York City last month that’s a good illustration.  Cardinal Dolan had written an article on his blog in April where he compared participation in the life of the Church, and I suspect he mostly had taking communion in mind, to sitting down to a family dinner.  He told about how, when he was eight, a friend of his was invited to stay for supper.  As Cardinal Dolan tells the story,

“’Freddie, glad you’re here,’ dad remarked, ‘but…looks like you and Tim better go wash your hands before you eat.’”[1]

So far, so good.  A few people, however, tested the limits some days after the blog appeared.  A group of gay Catholics and some of their straight supporters rubbed their hands with ashes and then proceeded to the cathedral.  They must have alerted someone ahead of times about their symbolic action because when they got there they were greeted by the cathedral’s director of operations and, as one of the protestors reported,

“Mr. Donohue advised us that if we entered St. Patrick's Cathedral with dirty hands, we would be arrested and charged with criminal trespassing.”[2]

So they stood outside and held their hands open in witness as people came and went.

            Meanwhile, there are people outside the Church who would look at Cardinal Dolan and say that he has acted so much unlike the Jesus who got into trouble with the religious establishment because he ate with tax collectors and sinners [Mark 2:16] that he could not possibly truly be part of Jesus’ circle. 

            It is so hard to hear, clearly and with certainty, that you don’t have to meet any requirements, and this issue is a perfect example, to be loved by God.  Whoever is right, whoever is wrong, we are all sinners and we are all loved by God for who we are, not for what we do or don’t do.

            There’s another meal story that is worth considering.  In To Kill a Mockingbird, the central character, a young girl called Scout, invites a new friend to dinner.  She is the daughter of a lawyer, raised in a slightly genteel way in a Southern county seat.  Her guest comes from a more countrified and poorer background and when he pours syrup all over everything on his plate, she cringes and makes a comment that humiliates him.  That’s when the family’s housekeeper and cook pulls her up from the table, takes her aside, and tells her,

“That boy is your company. And if he wants to eat up that tablecloth, you let him, you hear? And if you can't act fit to eat like folks, you can just set here and eat in the kitchen.”[3]

            The point is that we are all guests in God’s house, and his adopted children.  We don’t come into his household because we’ve earned our way in.  We are invited.  The problem is that we get so comfortable that we forget that.  It takes the Holy Spirit constantly reminding us who we are, both as sinners and as forgiven sinners, to keep us from looking down on one another and, in some cases, to keep us from looking down on ourselves, too.  That’s why Paul had to keep warning the Galatians and us never, ever, ever to forget that it’s God’s grace alone that gives any of us a place, and then to live that way because, let’s face it, that’s easier said than done.

            Think about it, though: if God had to wait for us to be ready to be part of his kingdom, who but Jesus would be there?  Instead, Jesus came to be with us, to open the gate and bring us in, solely on the basis of friendship with and trust in him.

“O For A Thousand Tongues to Sing” is a great hymn, but we usually only sing six or seven of the original nineteen verses.  Let me read some of the ones that Charles Wesley wrote but that we rarely get around to:

Look unto Him, ye nations, own
Your God, ye fallen race;
Look, and be saved through faith alone,
Be justified by grace.

See all your sins on Jesus laid:
The Lamb of God was slain,
His soul was once an offering made
For every soul of man. …

Harlots and publicans and thieves
In holy triumph join!
Saved is the sinner that believes
From crimes as great as mine.

Murderers and all ye hellish crew
In holy triumph join!
Believe the Savior died for you;
For me the Savior died.

With me, your chief, ye then shall know,
Shall feel your sins forgiven;
Anticipate your heaven below,
And own that love is heaven.

"A Miracle of Hearing"
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Tags: Sermon 5/19/13


Acts 2:1-21

“A Miracle of Hearing”

May 19, 2013



Paul Harris died last year.  He was pastor to different segments of my extended family at different times over the years and to my immediate family for a couple of years.  He did a great job of staying in contact with people, usually by sending little notes, which was a lot easier for him than phone calls and sometimes even than visiting, because Mr. Harris was hard of hearing most of his adult life and toward the end he was just plain deaf.

When I was in high school he could still manage pretty well on his own.  He made sure to face people directly and pay close attention, and he was not afraid to ask you to repeat your words.  He wore hearing aids, but sometimes, for all the good they did, you got the impression that they were more of a fashion statement than anything else.  In large settings it was even harder, but he had the help of his wife and more than once when someone was saying something in church and he didn’t realize that anyone was speaking, Jane would stand up and wave her hand and say, “Paul!  Paul!” and point toward the speaker.

            When Mr. Harris retired, the congregation gave him a TTY machine.  Anyone who wanted to reach him by phone could then call a central number and an operator would type their words, which would appear on a screen by his telephone.  Years later, I saw him at Cornwall Manor one time and he was told me about their fiftieth wedding anniversary party. There were speeches, so one of his grandsons stationed himself next to his grandfather with a laptop and typed out what was being said.  Somewhere around the fifth or sixth speech he began to type the first few sentences and then, “Blah, blah, blah.”  No one understood why the two of them were giggling.

            From Mr. Harris and his efforts I learned to appreciate that communication has those two sides: speech and hearing.  On the day of Pentecost, when

“All of them were filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak in other languages, as the Spirit gave them ability” [Acts 2:4]

the Lord brought about a miracle of speech that the crowd also experienced as a miracle of hearing.

            What happened on Pentecost was not what people call “speaking in tongues”, although “speaking in tongues” in the modern usage of the term, is connected to a deep awareness of the presence of the Holy Spirit: that is true.  But when someone “speaks in tongues” the listeners generally cannot understand what is being said.  Personally, my explanation of “speaking in tongues”  is to say that religious experience can leave someone so overcome with emotion they can become tongue-tied and their feelings flow so quickly that speech simply cannot follow.  That’s why I agree that somebody touched by the Spirit may at times be heard to babble incoherently.  Mind you, I can be skeptical when it seems to be turned on and off at predictable times.

            On the day of Pentecost, the miracle was that something was said and that it was heard clearly.  The good news of Jesus was shared by people who thought they couldn’t reach the strangers around them, and people who by all rights should not have understood a syllable got every single word.

            My friends, that has not changed.  That is a miracle that has repeated in various forms and will continue to do so as long as the Holy Spirit fills the people of God with creativity and imagination.

            I’m not suggesting that faith-sharing should rely on gimmicks.  There are enough of those.  I recently googled “evangelism ideas” and saw dozens of sites recommending that churches hand out bottled water or popcorn or donuts or newspapers, each with the church’s name and information clearly attached.  I saw sites that listed all kinds of service projects, each of which had some value, but each of which had the feel of a publicity stunt.  Real giving and real service aren’t about what comes back to the giver or the servant.

            I am suggesting, though, that real and true outreach is what happens when a believer ignores the barriers that normally exist between people to share what is important to him or her as a human being and trusts that the common humanity that God has created in both the speaker and the hearer will respond to the message of God’s love in Jesus.

            There’s a watercolor painter whose work I really like.  He lives near Harrisburg and his name is Larry Lombardo.  One of his paintings[1] and shows two people sitting on opposite ends of a park bench.  One is a teenage girl wearing a sort of punkish/Goth-ish outfit with black jeans and a studded collar and black makeup on her lips and eyes.  The other is an older woman in a purple print dress with a white jacket and tinted glasses.  The girl is looking at her, sort of out of the side of her eyes, and the woman sits calmly, looking straight ahead, and you get the feeling that if only one or the other of them would just start a conversation, each has something to say that would help the other. 

            Called “The Child Has Grown The Dream Has Gone”, the painting takes its title from some Pink Floyd lyrics that say,


“When I was a child 
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown, 
The dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb.”[2]


Although the Holy Spirit is called the Comforter, the Holy Spirit can also be called the Great Discomforter, the Nudger, the Elbow-in-the-Ribs-of-the-Soul.  The Holy Spirit is the one who  pushes us out of our comfortable numbness to speak to the person at the other end of the bench, whether or not we think they’ll understand the way we speak or look or think.  The Holy Spirit is the one who gives us words when we need them.  The Holy Spirit is also the one who opens our eyes to the world around us, and who opens the world’s ears to hear what we have to say about it, and to it.

            And what we have to say is simply this:

“God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.” [John 3:16]


The "Trust Fall" Tags: trust faith team building black rock retreat center ropes course




Do you know what a “Trust Fall” is?

A “trust fall” is when you stand in front of someone and fall back.  You must trust that the person standing behind you will catch you before hitting the ground!

I never attempted this feat until Saturday when our Youth Group and I attended a Low/High Ropes Course in Quarryville, PA.  A scary thing to do, Yes!

All the kids seemed to do it very easily and without hesitation.  Hey, no problem, I can do that!  Well….not so easy for me.  How am I supposed to fall backward and trust that I will not fall to the ground? 

So, it was my turn.  All the kids were watching.  I spent some time standing in front of Kirt- thinking very long; he’s not going to catch me and I am falling hard!  Trust!  I needed to trust Kirt.  Here I go, just do it Cheryl, he has my back, he’s not going to let me fall…right?

This event was one of the many team-building activities of the morning schedule.  We learned to build our communication skills, to listen to one another and to collaborate effectively.   We gained a mutual respect for one another.  We learned to trust one another, something we quickly appreciated when we attempted the ropes course later in the day. 

Trust is powerful, sometimes giving up control and allowing someone or something to guide you.  We strengthened our trust in God on Saturday, also.  We learned He is who He says He is, and He will guide us.  He is our peace, our peace when we doubt, our peace when we don’t understand and we can Trust Him.

He knows what He is doing!

I leaned back, let myself fall, I trusted, and Kirt caught me…. 

                                                                        ~Cheryl Cini


Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make straight your paths.

~Proverbs 3:5-6


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