Saturday, May 25, 2024

Returning to the First Love (Ephesus)

Revelation 2:1-7
Trinity Sunday
May 26, 2024
William G. Carter

No doubt somebody twitched when I announced the text comes from Book of Revelation. Revelation is an unusual book. When we open this book, we see visions and nightmares. We hear choirs of angels and bubbling bowls of wrath. For some, it is a document that spurs speculation on the future. For others, this is a lens to understand the Roman Empire at the time the book was written.

What becomes clear today is that Revelation resembles most of the New Testament in that the whole book is an epistle. It was a circular letter sent to seven ancient congregations. Each of the seven churches got the whole book. Each of them received a specific letter intended just for them. As we work through those seven letters over the next seven weeks, we will be listening to somebody else’s mail.

The first of those letters sounded like this:

 

“To the angel of the church in Ephesus write: These are the words of him who holds the seven stars in his right hand, who walks among the seven golden lampstands: I know your works, your toil, and your patient endurance. I know that you cannot tolerate evildoers; you have tested those who claim to be apostles but are not, and have found them to be false. I also know that you are enduring patiently and bearing up for the sake of my name, and that you have not grown weary. But I have this against you, that you have abandoned the love you had at first. Remember then from what you have fallen; repent, and do the works you did at first. If not, I will come to you and remove your lampstand from its place, unless you repent. Yet this is to your credit: you hate the works of the Nicolaitans, which I also hate. Let anyone who has an ear listen to what the Spirit is saying to the churches. To everyone who conquers, I will give permission to eat from the tree of life that is in the paradise of God.”

That is the letter. I try to imagine how it was received. The congregation had been around for forty, maybe fifty years. Chances are, it was ridiculously small, especially compared to the grandeur of Ephesus. Ephesus was a major port city on the Aegean Sea, on the western shore of what is now called the country of Turkey. It was a massive city, a crossroads of commerce and transportation. It was also a destination, for it was the home of the Temple of Diana, one of the seven wonders of the ancient world. The Roman Empire determined Ephesus as one of the three great cities of the empire, after Rome and Alexandria. And there was this little Christian congregation in the city.

Imagine the excitement when somebody announced, “We have big news today. Our church has received a letter.”

Who wrote it? Was it the apostle Paul? Someone replied, “I hope not. Last time Paul was here, he stirred up a lot of trouble. Besides, he went off to Rome and we never heard from him again. That was twenty-five years ago.”

Was it Mary, the mother of Jesus? Did she write the letter? A member of the prayer group said, “No, she was here for a while, at least I heard she was here. Didn’t she pass away?” Another added, “I don’t know whatever happened to her. It’s like she slipped off to heaven.”

Another said, “I bet it was written from John. Remember John? He used to be our preacher. Then the Roman soldiers came and took him away. I heard he was being held on an island somewhere.” One of the old-timers said, “Let me see the letter for a second. I never learned to read, but I could recognize John’s handwriting.”

“Just a minute,” said another, snatching the parchment away. “Yes, that’s his handwriting. I would recognize it anywhere. John wrote this down.” As he scanned the document, his countenance changed.

“What is it?” they asked. “Is the letter from John? We haven’t heard from him in some time. Did he write something for us?” And the last man said, “John wrote it, but this letter is not from him. It’s not from Mary. It’s not from Paul. This letter… is from… Jesus.”

Now, that is something. Who has ever gotten a letter from Jesus? But there it was, in ink on the papyrus. And he continued, “To the angel of the church in Ephesus write: These are the words of him who holds the seven stars in his right hand, who walks among the seven golden lampstands.” Yes, that’s Jesus, their Lord and ours. He holds the Light. He walks among the Light. He gives the Light. And he dictated the correspondence while John wrote it down.

Those are the preliminaries. But what does the letter say? If Jesus Christ, Risen Lord of the Universe, were to compose a note to your congregation, what would he say?

Fortunately, there are plenty of positive comments. “You are a hard-working group of people,” he says. You put in the time. You extend the extra effort. You labor long and hard, and your effort shows. You are patient, too, not expecting flashy and superficial results, but taking steady and incremental steps to further the Gospel. This is a church that endures, a church that sticks around, not some fly-by-night stage show with a lot of razzamatazz.”

Not only that, but it is also a church with a high level of expectations. No room for evildoers in the Ephesus congregation. Get your name in the police blotter of the newspaper, and they will toss you out. Post something rude, offensive, or discriminatory on the Ephesus website, and the leaders of the congregation will call you in and dress you down.

It reminds me of the meeting minutes that I read from the last church I served. One of their members had been observed on a long moral slide. Folks in town had been whispering, then murmuring, then complaining. The church elders called him in. They sat and glowered at him, while they made him stand and face the accusations. He has shown up intoxicated, and those old Welsh elders let him have it. “You are banned from this church building,” they decreed, “until you get your life together.” The old coot who told me the story exclaimed, “That’s when church was church. It counted for something.”

We could almost hear the Word of Christ to Ephesus, who says, “You do not tolerate evildoers. You test the hypocrites and determine the fakes.”

But then, the Risen Christ says, “Yet I have this against you…” And all the oxygen leaves the room. The Christ who affirms their strengths also sees their weaknesses. Or at least, this one overriding weakness: “I have this against you, that you abandoned the love you had at first.” Whew… Apparently that church was so good at being good that they turned their back on the glue that held them together: the love of Christ for them, the love they had for Jesus, and the love they used to have for one another.

Were they efficient? Absolutely. Regularly updated their manual of operations. Did they make an impact in the wider community? Despite the size of that opulent city, everybody knew about that little church. Everybody knew about the Jesus that they worshiped. Did they resist the indifference of the wider community? Did they hold fast to what they believed? Did they confess that Christ is risen, and God is rescuing the world that is beloved of heaven? Of course they did.

The problem seems to be that perfection has become more important than connection. As someone observes,


Christ was annoyed because the church has developed some sort of ‘works litmus test’ to determine which efforts were worthy and which were not…Preoccupation with the work of love for the lordship of Christ overwhelmed an allegiance to the first love they had one demonstrated toward each other. In the same way that a healthy sell can metastasize into a cancerous one, their commendable insight degenerated into discrimination… Once known as a loving community, they had suddenly become a policing one. Ephesian faith had become a matter of Ephesian quality control. Assessment became more important than love.[1]  

How does this happen? How does a community constituted by love lose its love? Good question. All I know, all we know, is that it can happen.

All of us remember what it is like to fall in love. There was that moment when the sparks flew, the pulse quickened, the breathing paused. All you could do is think about this incredibly attractive soul that God had created just for you. The flowers bloomed, the clouds parted, the birds sang. You did whatever you could to make yourself available to appear when that person appeared. You rearranged your life and made yourself available.

Sadly, that hot fire of passion can sometimes turn cold. Maybe there was a betrayal or breach of trust. Or a huge mistake that could not be corrected. Perhaps it wasn’t a crisis so much a sequence of small decisions that frosted the heart and made everything practical. Rather than give yourself away, you hold something back. Rather than share you negotiate. Instead of asking what you might do, you consider what you must do. What are my duties? What are my obligations?

And when the relationship gets to that point, it’s a short distance before you reduce it all to a transaction. What must I do to get something out of it? This is what the risen Christ calls out in the Ephesian church, that they have abandoned love, pushed away from love, whether it’s love for Christ or love for one another. In this letter, Jesus doesn’t specify. He simply asks, “Where’s the love?”

That’s a fair question. During his days on earth, the Gospel stories portray Jesus as a deeply attractive person. The fishermen dropped their nets to follow him. A sick woman pushed through a crowd to touch him. Some tore the roof off a house to get to him. All the apostles couldn’t stop talking about Jesus, just like the newly engaged couple can’t stop telling their friends about the one who wants to claim them.

Yet, as somebody notes, “Before the New Testament was even done being written, the church's wild desire for Christ had become domesticated and organized duties had to be assigned. Arguments and conflicts had to be negotiated. Now, the Christians were doing their work, and the risen Christ affirms that ‘You’re hard at work, I understand your toil.’ The Christians were ensuring that the mission of the church would go forward. The church was even continuing to grow, but some couldn't remember, ‘Why are we working so hard? Why are we so committed?’”[2]

So, Jesus writes a letter to say, “Remember me? Remember how much I love all of you? Remember how I showed you how to love one another? This is the heart of everything I am and everything I call you to be. Remember how love is the glue that holds heaven to earth. Remember that love of God plus love of neighbor is our one holy mission.”

I was wondering, on the day when we ordain and install our church officers, what I might say as a matter of charge to them as they begin their work. We are constitutionally bound, as some of you know, to ask them a checklist of questions. They are not open-ended questions. There is only one right answer to each of the questions. If you listen carefully, I will feed them all the correct answers. Presbyterians make good Ephesians. We want them to get it right.

But really, what do we really want from elders, deacons, and pastors? The same thing we want from one another: to love their church, to love their neighborhood, and most of all, to love the Lord their God with all their heart, soul, mind, and strength. That is the invitation of Jesus. It is all we expect.

If I were ever invited to rewrite the ordination questions, which I’ll never be invited to do, I would replace them all with a single question: What will you do to keep the love alive?

Let anyone who has an ear to hear listen to what the Spirit is saying to the churches.

 

(c) William G. Carter. All rights reserved.

[1] Brian K. Blount, Revelation: A Commentary (Louisville: Westminster John Knox Press, 2009) p. 57.

[2] As said so well by Craig Barnes in his sermon, “Your First Love,” preached at the Presbyterian Church of Chestnut Hill, Philadelphia, PA, 12 May 2024.

Saturday, May 11, 2024

Who's Next?

Acts 1:15-26
Easter 7
May 12, 2024
William G. Carter

Here is a page out the scrapbook of the early church. The author of the Gospel of Luke uses it to begin his second book. Volume One tells the story of Jesus, from the shepherds at the manger to the angels at the empty tomb. Volume Two picks up where Volume One leaves off, with Jesus going up to heaven and the disciples wondering, “Now what?”

All the razzle-dazzle is over. Crucifixion is over, Easter is in the rear-view mirror, Jesus is out of sight. It’s back to business. They return to the familiar upper room. Mary, his mother, is with them. They pray. They shared meals together, and then Simon Peter banged the table with his goblet and began to speak.

“I know we are all missing Jesus,” he said, “but we are missing more than that. Judas Iscariot leaves behind an empty chair. What he did was terrible, and that sad episode has shaken us all. But it’s time to move on. There’s a verse in Psalm 109 – ‘Let someone take his place of leadership’ (109:8).” The room buzzed; people nodded their heads.

It was the first significant decision before a church that had no visible Lord. So how did they handle it? I’ll tell you how they handled it: they formed a committee.

Oh, I know. Luke says nothing about a committee. Let me assure you: that was an inadvertent omission. I mean, you know they must have formed a committee. They had one hundred twenty voices, each chiming in. That's a lot of advice and confusion. I don’t know how you get a large group of people to agree on anything, especially if they are nominating candidates for office.

So, they handed the work over to a committee, somewhere between verse 22 and verse 23. They appointed eight committee members, gave two ground rules. The first: the nominee must have followed Jesus for at least three years; no fly-by-nighters in their leadership. The second: need a decision by tomorrow morning. So, they put on the coffee pot, elected a moderator, and began their work. From the beginning, there was no small debate. No sooner had they started, and hands shot into the air.

The moderator recognizes member number three. "Yes sir. I've been thinking about this, and we need a young person. When I look around and see how old the apostles are, it bothers me. Look at Matthew, James, and Bartholomew! Each of them has one sandal in the tar pit. It’s time to get the next generation involved. God knows, I'm no spring chicken. That's what I wanted to say."

Member number two. "I'm Bob, from Bethany. I have a bakery. I saw a lot of Jesus that last week. We should pick someone with thick skin. No matter what they do, church leaders always get hammered with criticism. We can't choose someone who takes everything personally."

Member number six. "I beg to differ with Bethany Bob the Baker. Sure, there's criticism, but must we nominate some insensitive fool? Jesus cared for the weak and vulnerable, and so must we. There is no room in the church for someone who bulldozes over other people's feelings. I don’t want a leader like that."

Member number seven. "As usual, I'm the only woman on this committee. Jesus always cared about women. He treated us like real human beings. Mary, Joanna, and the others raised money for his journeys. I think we have an excellent opportunity to take a prophetic stand. Let's elect a woman to be the next apostle! Thank you."

Member number eight. "I'm from here in Jerusalem. I wasn't happy with Jesus' choices either. I want to choose someone to be proud of, someone who can stand before the crowds and preach with a silver tongue. Personally, I'm tired of those foul-mouthed fishermen from Galilee. They are sloppy, smell of tilapia, and have no class."

Member number five. "I've been sitting here listening to all of you rattle on. None of you are facing facts. We should sign up the first sucker we can find. This is a big job we want them to do. The less we tell them, the better. Jesus never told the twelve what they were getting into. Why should we? Let’s be practical. No one is going to take the job if they discover how much it involves. Wake up, people! We are trying to fill a slot."

The committee worked through the night. They argued. They drank coffee. When Peter arrived in the morning, the committee said, “We have two candidates, Joseph Barsabbas with four votes, and Matthias with four votes. The vote is locked. How about if we have thirteen apostles instead of twelve? There is plenty of work to do."

"No,” said Peter, “that can't be. Jesus picked twelve. There are twelve tribes of Israel. Twelve is the number, no more, no less."

The moderator said, “We did what we could. We have two candidates for one position. We are unable to decide. Something else must be done." With that, what follows may be the oddest scene in the entire New Testament. The whole church prays, hands over the whole matter to God. Then Luke says they cast lots and Matthias is chosen.

Wait a second. The nominating committee had worked carefully. They had reviewed every possible option. The lives of two men were at stake. The future of the Jesus Movement was at stake. Yet when the committee reaches a stalemate, the situation is simply tossed into God’s lap. Whatever will be, will be. Is that how the story goes?

Perhaps, but perhaps not. For one thing, the committee did its work. They weren’t looking for anybody. They were looking for a witness to the resurrection of Jesus, searching for someone who knows Christ is alive. It couldn’t be just anybody to fill the empty chair. It had to be the right person.

That’s what our own nominating team has been doing. These days, when we look for an elder or deacon, our nominating team asks first, “What does the church need to get done?” The next question follows logically: “Who would be the best person to do that kind of work?” When they ask those kinds of questions, they begin to sense whom God is calling to the role of leadership. people. And it’s far more satisfying and affirming for the people we ask.

So, the early church gave some prayerful thought about who their leaders could be. It wasn’t sloppy or quick. They didn’t hand off the task to a headhunting firm and say, “Get us an apostle.” No, they looked around the room – who has the ability? Who could do the work? And they came up with two names: Joseph, who some called Barsabbas, and others called Justus; he must have been widely known by a lot of people; and Matthias, about whom we don’t know very much at all.

They came up with two, two possibilities for one position, because it’s generally true that two or more people can do the job that somebody must do. To decide which one, they “cast lots.”

What does that mean? At various times in history, to cast lots was to put several stones in a small cup. The stones would be marked or colored. The cup would be shaken until one of the stones would jump out. It was widely believed this was a fair way to decide, like flipping a quarter and calling heads or tails. As the book of Proverbs said, “Casting the lot puts an end to disputes and decides between powerful contenders” (18:18).

More than that, it leaves the matter in God’s hands. The church has done its part in discerning the right people. Ultimately the final decision is God’s decision – so it is possible to say, the first little stone to pop out of the cup is the stone God selects. So, the church could declare, “The Lord chose Matthias from the two that we carefully selected.”

It is a different way of thinking about decisions than the world does. Imagine if we were to spend more time identifying on who is the best person for the good of the whole group, the leader that God would choose?

How is it that God makes choices untainted by manipulative hands? The story from the early church suggests that the church folks did the upfront work, but they all agreed to hand it over to God. What an amazing thing: a blend of human discernment and Divine selection, if that’s indeed what it is.

I have a friend who grew up as a Mennonite in Lancaster County. She told me her father was chosen as a minister by casting lots. The last minister moved on. The people looked around the church, took notice who was there, who was paying attention to the sermons, who was living the Christian life, and who was available. They saw a few possibilities, took stock of the consensus of the group, wrote the candidates’ names on slips of paper, and placed the slips in a Bible. Sylvia’s father was one of the names written down.

The whole congregation knelt in silent prayer. After a few minutes, the Bible was shaken. The first name to fall out was God's choice as their next minister. It was Sylvia’s father. “I accept this as the will of God,” he said with a shaky voice, and everybody applauded. Then the congregation passed the plate and collected enough money to send him to Bible school, so he would have some idea what he was doing.

Human discernment and Divine decision – that’s what we seek in the Christian church. Last week, I spent some time with a friend from South Carolina. She’s up for election as the moderator of our church’s General Assembly. Someone tapped her on the shoulder and said, “You would be a wonderful leader for us.” He shrugged it off with the usual denials: “I’m not qualified. I’m an African American woman. I’m the associate pastor of a church and my head of staff doesn’t want me gone.”

Yet she prayed about it, while others affirmed her. Finally, she said, “I’ll throw my hat into the ring. Let’s see what God does with this.” The election is about eight weeks away. We’ll see what happens. God is not anxious about it. We can trust God will raise up the right people to lead Christ’s church.

Maybe the selection of Matthias isn’t so unusual after all. He was not picked as one of the original twelve, but he was the next one that God wanted. He didn’t have to campaign to get the position, because he knew the decision wasn’t ultimately up to him. And when he was selected, he did not gloat or boast or strut around like a champion – no, he got to work for the people of God.

You know, there are these moments in our lives, yours and mine, when the stars align, when the angels sing, when the heart is confirmed, and it is as clear as anything is clear that God is ruling over us. There are moments, even seasons, when the work we do feels like the work that God wants to get done. Praise God for when those moments come, because they declare that every one of us has a purpose, that every one of us has something we can do for God and his rule over earth.

As for the other moments, the moments when the vision is foggy, and the way is not clear. Even then, God leads us through. In fact, I’ll never forget one of the best things one of our church members ever said to me. We were talking about leadership and the lights went on in her eyes. And she said, “Rev. Bill, what you’re saying is this: we are the only people that God has to use.” Uh huh, that’s right. We are the ones.

(c) William G. Carter. All rights reserved.