Sermon preached on Trinity Sunday, June 3, 2012 at the Church of St. Luke & St. Simon Cyrene: Isaiah 6:1-8
Whom shall I send, and who will
go for us?
I
want to talk this morning about what it means to be “called” by God to do
something. This partially comes out of a
conversation that nine of us had last Tuesday evening about what it means to be
“called.” This was a meeting of the
Discernment of a Deacon Team. We are
starting by asking some very basic questions like this.
What
does it mean to be called?
Our
first reading this morning is perhaps the most well-known “call” story of all,
particularly for Jews and Christians.
Isaiah has a wondrous vision of the awesome and holy God. It causes him
to feel unworthy. God offers cleansing
and forgiveness and then utters the great question, “Whom shall I send, and who
will go for us?” Isaiah, inspired by
this vision, replies, “Here I am. Send me.”
It
is a truly marvelous story, and to any of us who have ever felt truly called to
do something, it resonates deeply. So we
just sang a song inspired by the story, a song which is itself inspiring.
Here I am Lord; it is I Lord.
I have heard you calling in the
night.
I will go Lord, if you lead me.
I will hold your people in my
heart.
The
problem with that song is also the trap of the Isaiah call story. It seems like the process is: the Lord calls; I respond. Now that may seem as natural as breathing,
but it is a duality, and Christian spirituality does not like dualities.
Christian spirituality has a Trinitarian shape and so does any call you or I
get as a Christian person.
In
any conversation resulting in a call there are three equal parties: there is God, there is the individual, and
there is the community, the Body of Christ, the ecclesia, the church.
Three
times since I have been here at Two Saints, someone has presented themselves to
the Vestry and myself as feeling a call to the ministry of a priest. Each time I have been very proud of the
Vestry, who took their role seriously, and each time I have been proud of those
of you who have served on the discernment committee that fed into the Vestry’s
discernment. None of these has been an
easy decision, although in each case the decision was to nominate the person
for ordination.
Each
time, however, we have had a serious conversation about what right any of us
have to “judge” another person’s call.
If he or she feels called to be a priest, who are we to say no?
Who
we are is one of the members of the Trinity of call. No one does any ministry alone, much less
ordained ministry. The Body of
Christ—we—are an equal partner in any call.
And the word is not “judge,” the word is “discern,” and that is not just
a matter of semantics. To judge is a
dualistic activity. To discern is Trinitarian.
It is to recognize that there are three players on the field, all of
whom must be listened to, and all of whom must ultimately agree.
This
can be painful. In the process toward ordained ministry it almost always is.
This
is a letter dated May 4, 1983. It is a
letter from Bishop Wilbur Hogg, then Bishop of Albany, admitting me as a
postulant for ordained ministry. That
meant I was accepted into the process and could go to seminary. I opened it at the kitchen table in a
boarding house on Lincoln Ave. in Glens Falls, New York where I was student
teaching. I whooped and my landlady and
the other two boarders came running. “I’m in,” I exclaimed, and I wept.
A
month or so later I was on the annual retreat for postulants and candidates for
ordination of the Diocese of Albany. In
my first conversation group with members of the Commission on Ministry, one of
them asked me how it felt when I got the letter from the Bishop. I told her it
was an experience of great joy and affirmation.
Instantly
I knew I had said something wrong. After
a moment of silence, one of the other members shouted (and I do mean shouted),
“Young man, we have affirmed nothing.
You have a very hard road ahead of you to convince us you should wear a
clerical collar.”
Burst
my bubble. I went to my room and wept
again, but for a different reason.
Now
it is true that the guy did not have to kick the snot out of my self-esteem,
but it was a learning experience. This
was not just about “me” and “my” call.
They were a vital part of my call whether I wanted them to be or
not. And they got to have their say
because that is the communal nature of the church.
Now,
of course, each one of us responds to call on a daily basis. Something presents itself to us and we choose
whether to respond or not and, if we respond, how. And we do not usually stop
and ask the church’s permission to make that response. Of course not. We are given authority, each
one of us, to act in the name of Christ.
We do not have to ask to be ministers; by virtue of our baptism, we just
are.
But,
nevertheless, the Church is present in every act of ministry, every response to
call, that we make, or, at least, it ought to be. We are with one another in daily life and
decision-making by the patterns with which we operate that we are formed in
here together. Primarily that pattern is
the Eucharist. If all ministry is
Trinitarian, it is also Eucharistic.
What
are some aspects of this pattern? We
rehearse them every time, like last Sunday, when we baptize someone or renew
our baptismal covenant: the pattern of
our life, and of our authorization as ministers, uses words, verb and noun
pairs like continue apostolic, turn repentance, proclaim good news, seek
Christ, love neighbor, strive justice, respect dignity. If these patterns shape our existence and
shape our ministry, we are never alone.
Some
calls require a closer examination, a more robust searching for these patterns
and how they might come together in someone’s life for the good of others. This should be true, I believe, pretty much
any time the Body of Christ authorizes one of its members to act on its behalf,
particularly if the exercise of authority is involved. And this should be true, I believe whether
the call in question is lay or ordained.
We
should acknowledge that this Trinitarian sense of call frequently rubs us
Americans the wrong way. The “self-made
person” is an ideal among us, and that includes the right to determine your own
fate. We are fed with individualism with
our mother’s milk, although this may be more true of those of us who are from
European ancestry than African.
The
church (we) are simply counter-cultural in this regard, and that is fine. The
only mistake we make is when we don’t talk about it so that it is clear up
front. Too often we talk about the
ministry of someone like me as if God and me made it happen, and nothing could
be farther from the truth. At my
ordination to the priesthood, the Body of Christ said,
…we believe him to be qualified
for this order.
And the Bishop did not proceed until the
people had answered the question,
Is it your will that Michael be
ordained a priest?
And those were not just liturgical niceties.
They reflected a long and sometimes painful struggle for God and me and the
Body of Christ to get on the same page.
I
don’t want this simply to sound like exercising a call in the church is a difficult
thing. By and large, it is not. It is a
joyful thing. I have just wanted to be
clear about its Trinitarian rather than dualistic character.
Whatever
it is, from priesthood to deciding whether to rescue a fawn wandering down a
city street or speak to a stranger, it all begins with the elements in the
Isaiah story:
·
A God ready
to call even someone who needs forgiveness.
·
A human
heart open to that forgiveness and being sent not to serve self but others.
·
A community
ready to nurture and support—provide the patterns for this service.
Isaiah 6 does look like a
dualistic story, but it is not because of one very strange little detail. God
asks:
Whom shall I send, and who will
go for us?
The
Trinity of God, any one of us, and all of us together as Christ’s Body, make
for the kind of calls that not only serve the world, but change it.
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