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Today’s reading brings us into a scene with the Sons of Thunder! Arguably the best nick name ever to be given by Jesus. James and John according to scholars, have been traditionally known as “impetuous” and maybe a little hot tempered and this is where the nick name comes from. In the gospel of Luke, a couple of messengers are not received into a Samaritan Town, and when Jesus and the Disciples arrive to hear this, James and John offer to command fire down from heaven.
A Legend Regarding St. Francis
Francis made friends one day with a cricket. It happened like this. In the woodlands one day, in the burning dog-days of summer, a cricket breaks the empty noonday silence with its song. The brothers, who had risen before dawn to recite the hours, are asleep. So now in the merciless heat, the praises to the Lord are sung by the cricket. Her song is almost too much as it pours out of the fullness of her joy. The parched fields, the thirsty streams, the dusty roads, resound with it.
Both New Testament readings this morning raise the issue of suffering for the Christian. The reading from the Epistle of James leads off with the question, "Are any among you suffering?" Jesus teaches us in the Gospel of Mark that "if your hand causes you to stumble...if your foot causes you to stumble...if your eye causes you to stumble....Cut if off or tear it out." All of these hopefully symbolic acts involve suffering!
These words refer graphically to some of the unholy ways in which Christians suffer, through our own sinfulness. But I want to share a few insights with you this morning about holy suffering, suffering not because of our sins, but suffering because of our righteousness.
I am one of the fortunate ones. All of my life, I have been a part of a Christian church. So from my earliest days I was steeped in the great stories of our faith – so much so that they have become as much a part of my own DNA as they are a part of the church’s DNA. Whether it’s the creation story, or Jonah and the whale, or Joseph and his coat of many colors, or Elijah and the chariot of fire, or Daniel in the lion’s den, or Moses in the bulrushes, those stories have shaped me from my earliest days.
From another world beyond our understanding, came a baby. Given to human parents to be raised as one of us, to inspire us, and to be a shining example. As a child he would discover other worldly insight and his parents would be amazed but not fully understand. As an adult he would venture out and begin to help and save people and be persecuted by a world that was not ready for him. I am talking of course about Superman. Forgive me, but as a child of the 80’s and 90’s my world was shaped by comic books and cartoons about comic books.
Welcome, my friends, to this Our Saviour Sunday festival worship service, as we gather to close out our 150th anniversary year being a vital and integral part of the San Gabriel Valley community. A year ago, you kicked off this sesquicentennial celebration in grand style – both by looking back over the first 150 years of our story, and also by looking forward to all that God might have in store for us.
This is a great time of year to be a sports fan, as a number of different seasons are all converging at one time right now. Professional baseball is heading into the final month of the season, although both the Dodgers’ and the Angels’ chances of making the playoffs seem to fade with each passing game. College football begins its season this coming Thursday night. And the National Football League is deep into its own pre-season with the real games – the ones that count – beginning in just a week and a half. Even the Little League World Series is underway, with its championship game this afternoon in Williamsport, PA.
Many of you know that I took off after church two weeks ago today for a 10 day road trip vacation. It’s a straight shot up Interstate 15 to get from Southern California, one of the most beautiful regions of the United States, to Southwestern Montana, another one of the most beautiful regions of the United States. Unfortunately, to get from here to there, there is also a stretch of road extending from Apple Valley to Las Vegas and southern Nevada, as it crosses the Mojave Desert, which is… well, let’s just say not one of the most beautiful regions in the United States.
He really had no right to come. But Jairus, this leader of the synagogue, this respected Jew in the community, had nowhere else to turn. The doctors had failed to save his little girl. The medicines had failed. Even his daily prayers in the synagogue seemed to have fallen on deaf ears. Now, his daughter hovered near death. And so, as a last resort, he swallowed his pride. As a last resort, he turned to the very man the other leaders of the synagogue had condemned. As a last resort, he fell at Jesus’ feet. “My daughter is dying. Please come… and do something.” And Jesus looked into the pleading eyes of this man he had never met before, and without a moment’s hesitation they were off.