Mark
9:2-9
Transfigured Lives
One
of the reasons pastors change churches is so they will have stories to
tell. You can’t use someone as an
example in your sermon if everyone else already knows them. So it is safe to
tell stories about folks in previous parishes.
Today I want to tell you a story about a particular family in the
congregation I served in Upper Michigan.
When
the oldest child, Hannah, was about nine she announced to the rest of the
family that she would like to start going to church. The parents, Steve and Ellen said,
"Okay, what kind of church would you like to attend?" Hannah said she wanted to go to a church like
the one her grandmother attended. As
they questioned her more closely they learned that “a church like the one
grandmother attended” meant "brick".
Realizing that other similarities might be important, the decision was
made to bring the family to the local ELCA parish, Good Shepherd.
Sometime
after the family attended, I paid them a visit.
It was a visit like none other.
After I arrived and we exchanged pleasantries, then they sent the
children away - I mean out of the house and down the street. Steve and Ellen were prepared with a whole
host of questions about the church's theological stance. They wanted to know how seriously we took the
doctrines they had read about. Don't get
me wrong, I loved every minute of the conversation, but it was quite different
from the exchange of smiles and stories that usually occupies an initial
visit.
What
I remember most was their honesty as to why they had started coming to
church. It was because Hannah wanted to
come. They told me it was their
intention to bring her and her younger brother (Karl) in order that they might
learn the basic teachings, and thus be more at home in American Christian
culture. But that was about as far as
they saw their involvement extending.
The
Siedel family was at Good Shepherd five years before we moved down here. Before we left, Steve had been elected to
serve as Vice President of the Council; he chaired the Mutual Ministries
Committee and had consented to be nominated to the Synod Council. Ellen was the chair of the Christian Education
Committee and co-superintendent of the Sunday Church School program.
I
teased them about their earlier comment and subsequent involvement. Their responses revealed the reason for
heightened interest. It wasn't so much
the doctrine of the church that pulled them inside, it was the experience of
community. They did not learn something
that caused them to want to be at Good Shepherd every time the doors opened. They came because they discovered an
opportunity too good to pass up. Within
the church they found themselves in the company of those who lived transfigured
lives.
Say
what you want, teach what you may, a faith journey doesn't begin until one
experiences. Something has to happen,
something must be observed, before faith begins and misgivings subside.
Today
is the Sunday of the Transfiguration.
This feast is one of my favorite because it plays such an important
role in the unfolding of the Church year.
There is much to be learned and appreciated about this day and the
events we recall through our readings. I
looked back through my old sermons and realized that this is exactly the
approach I have taken for most of the years I have preached on Transfiguration. On this day, I tend to preached heady
stuff. On Transfiguration Sunday, I
speak as much wisdom as possible.
Countless hours have been devoted to analyzing and retelling the
mysteries of the Transfiguration.
But
the Transfiguration is about something different. There is a lot of information and meaning
contained in the story of Jesus' Transfiguration, but it is primarily an
experience. It may not be as important
to consider what Jesus and the disciples learned through all of
this. Rather the significance of this
story may lie in what they experienced and how it changed their lives.
The
gospel writers try to tell us that this is the approach to be taken. The story of Jesus' transfiguration is in the
9th chapter, verses 2-9. Just before
this story, we have two paragraphs in which Jesus tells the disciples that he
will be traveling to Jerusalem. Once
there, he is to experience the rejection of the priests and scribes, and be
condemned to death. Those two paragraphs
are introduced with these words: Then he began to teach them that the
Son of Man must undergo great suffering and be rejected ... and be killed, and
after three days rise again. He began
to tell them what was going to happen.
For the first time in the gospel narrative, Jesus revealed these things
to them. The story of the
Transfiguration comes immediately upon the heels of Jesus beginning to try and
teach the disciples who he really was and what he had to do.
What
happens as a result of his efforts? They
don't understand. Those two earlier
paragraphs also contain the exchange between Jesus and Peter in which Peter's
refusal to accept what Jesus is saying ends with Jesus telling him, "Get behind me, Satan!" Jesus tries to tell them, but nobody
understands. It just doesn't make any
sense to them.
So
what does the gospel writer do? He
follows this worthless attempt at sharing information with an experience. They don't understand when Jesus tells them,
but when they see his appearance transfigured they know that something about
him is worthy of their devotion. The
experience accomplished what no amount of teaching ever could - it started them
on their journey of faith.
Interesting
to note that as the four of them are making their way down the mountain, Jesus
tells the three disciples to tell no one about what they had seen, until
after ....(he)... had been risen from the dead. Mark continues to drive home the point -
until others have also shared in the experience they will not be able to
understand the words. "Wait",
Jesus tells them, "until a time when the words will serve to elucidate the
experience." Then, and only then,
will the words make sense.
Every
now and then we need to drop all our doctrinal statements about Jesus and
admit that we believe because something has convinced us that this stuff
makes a difference in our lives. We must
acknowledge that while we have many good reasons for believing, we believe
because we have experienced something too profound to ignore.
This
Wednesday we begin our Lenten pilgrimage.
During those 40 days, we follow the path of Jesus' route to the
cross. It is a time to set aside insight
and knowledge and formulas. It is a
time to experience. To encounter the
love of a God who cares enough to take on our suffering.
Others
may try to tell you what that means - but it won't do any good. You must experience it for yourself. Until you do, nothing about your life will
change. But when that experience does
come, nothing is ever the same again.
AMEN.