Living
Boldly—Living Well
NW MN
Synod Women’s Organization Convention
September
8, 2012
Calvary
Lutheran Church, Park Rapids, MN
Isaiah
35:1-10
One of my favorite Prairie Home Companion sketches is entitled Rhubarb. It’s a story about
Dorothy the cook at the Chatterbox Café.
Dorothy makes the best rhubarb pie on
the planet. When she bakes a fresh
batch of rhubarb pies, word travels quickly up and down the main street of Lake
Wobegon…and before noon all the pie is gone.
Patrons in the Chatterbox (mostly men) moan and groan in rhubarb-induced
ecstasy. They fairly swoon over
Dorothy’s great pie. Tears of gratitude
stream down their faces as they toss down their 2nd and 3rd helpings.
There’s just one thing, though: Dorothy herself never eats her own wondrous
creation. She bakes the most
scrumptious rhubarb pie in the galaxy—but she never quite gets around to
sampling her own masterpiece.
"How
can the bringer of such good things derive no enjoyment from it?" Pastor Ingquist
of Lake Wobegon Lutheran Church wonders,
as he sits on a stool at the Chatterbox counter, savoring the last morsel of
his piece of rhubarb pie.
I’m going to guess that most of you have
a bit of Dorothy in you. You are
hard-working servants. People look to
you for leadership in your women’s group and congregation. You are often the first worker to show up
and the last worker to leave, whenever there is a church “doing”.
And I’m also guessing that sometimes
you’ve had it up to here with all of that!
…because you serve others to the neglect
of your own needs—you make the best rhubarb pie in the world, but seldom save a
bite for yourself. And that, my
friends, is a “health and wellness” issue.
So it is to you specifically that I want
to speak. It is your self-sacrificing, servant
hearts that I wish to address in these moments.
Let me suggest three reasons why folks
like us don’t always derive the joy that we might from serving God and his
people
First there is the tyranny of time. I bet that most of you are busy folks. You burn the candle at both ends and have a
hard time saying “no,” don’t you?
Although we have all the time in the
world, it never feels that way. So we
complain about being “short” on time or “out” of time….and we also want to make
the most of our time (that’s in the Bible, isn’t it?)….but no matter how hard
we try to do that, we always come up short.
So much to do; so little time to do
it. The tyranny of time sucks the joy
out of our serving.
Second, there is the weight of sin--our
own sin and the sin of those all around us.
That, too, robs us of happiness as we bring God's good things to others.
Of course everyone on the planet is a
sinner….but servants of God feel the weight of sin more keenly, because
(frankly) we live with such high ideals and lofty expectations.
We servants expect a lot of others and
even more of ourselves. Because we
serve God and God’s people, how could we not?
But our high expectations and lofty
ideals set us up for miserable failure.
Christians are supposed to be joyful, loving, generous people….never cantankerous
or impatient or grumpy or (as we like to say) dysfunctional. And yet, with breathtaking frequency we are
all of those things….and that too—the weight of sin--robs us of the enjoyment we
should derive from delivering the good things of God.
Thirdly, there is the burden of
servanthood that also blunts our joy as workers for God. Because servanthood is hard work, entailing
deep sacrifice and often yielding little thanks for our efforts.
I remember how my late mother used to slave
away when it was our family's "turn" to host the relatives for holiday
meals. She would rise long before the
first rays of sunlight pierced the eastern sky--peeling potatoes, stuffing
turkeys, and baking pies. She would fuss
and stew all morning, worried that something would not turn out just right.
And when dinner time arrived Mom would
make endless trips back and forth between the kitchen and the table, bearing
platters of steaming food, obsessed with making sure that all her guests were
well-fed.
Only after repeated pleas, only after
everyone else was stuffed, would my mother FINALLY sit down and eat her own tiny
plate of the now-cooled-off food that she had so lavishly dished up.
Is that the model of servanthood too
many of us have embraced-- a model in which we take "losing
ourselves" too seriously, a model in which we take ourselves too seriously?
Must feeding the hungry forever entail the starving the one who feeds?
You know how, just before takeoff, airplane
flight attendants always runs through the safety instructions. One of the things we’re told is that if the passenger
cabin should lose air pressure, oxygen masks will automatically fall down above
each seat. When that happens we’re
commanded to do something that always seems wrong to my servant-heart: put your own oxygen mask on before you help
your neighbor put on his or her oxygen mask.
No, no, no. That can’t be right. Shouldn’t we help others before we help
ourselves?
Not in a jet plane flying at 39,000 feet
above sea level….because if you don’t put your own oxygen mask on first, you
may not be conscious or even alive to help your neighbor. You owe it to yourself and to others to
breathe first, before helping others breathe.
That is why I am so glad you are here
today. I rejoice that God has cut
through the tyranny of time for you to be in this place....where you can lay
aside the weight of your sin and reconsider the burden of servanthood.
Think of this day as your opportunity to
strap on the oxygen mask and breathe deeply from the restorative oxygen of
God’s Word.
And who better to guide us than old
Isaiah the prophet? Faced with the question of why the bringers of
good things derive no enjoyment from it, Isaiah doesn’t scold us or tell us to
get a better attitude or suck it up or try a little harder.
Isaiah points us instead to God, to what
God is doing in our midst.
Did you notice, here in Isaiah 35, that excess,
that over-flowing-ness in the Word of God that is always catching us up short? This passage is about the wilderness, after all—the dry,
parched places of life where we feel utterly cut-off, bereft of all hope.
But this wilderness in Isaiah’s prophecy is turning lush and verdant, as God
renews all things. “It shall
blossom”—not just a little bit, not just “enough”—but “abundantly( v. 2).
And the lame don’t just limber up—they aren’t merely content with hobbling
around—no, “they leap like a deer!” (v.
6)
The speechless
manage to do much more than croak out a few syllables—rather, “they sing for
joy.” (v. 7)
The dry
land doesn’t just show a few hints of greenery—it becomes like a northern
Minnesota wetland in summer, teeming with life.
And right through the middle of this
barren, God-forsaken “dead man’s gulch”—the kind of place any sane person would
avoid at all cost—right through the middle of it we see not just a narrow rocky
trail—but a wide highway, the Holy
Way, the way back home for God’s exiled people.
Here in Isaiah 35 God invites us to set
our hopes too high for a
change—because the higher we hope, the higher will God outdo us in giving us
all that we will ever need.
If the tyranny of time, if the weight of
sin, if the burden of servanthood leave you parched, dehydrated and shriveled
up...unable to enjoy the good things you are constantly bearing to God's
people....I invite you stop, here and now, and listen to these words:
It is for you that God is at
work, reclaiming the whole creation in life, death and resurrection of his Son, Jesus Christ.
It is for others, too--make no mistake
about it. But right now, in this
moment, it is for you.
It is the tyranny of your time
that God means to undo, in order to say to you: "Be strong, do not fear!"
It is the weight of your sin that
God in Christ chooses to bear to the Cross and the Grave--freely, willingly,
fully...so that you might be numbered among the redeemed and the
ransomed.
It is the burden of your servanthood
that God would lift from you, at least for today....so that God's own
everlasting joy might be upon your heads, so that sorrow and sighing might flee
away.
You have God's word on it.
In the name of Jesus. Amen.
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