Sermon for the First
Sunday after the Epiphany: The Baptism of Jesus, January 12, 2020
Isaiah 42:1-9; Psalm 29;
Acts 10:34-43; Matthew 3:13-17
St. Thomas’ Church, Bath
The Rev. Michael W.
Hopkins
30th
Anniversary of Ordination as a Priest
(Conflation of Matthew 13:17 & Isaiah 42:6)
In 2002, as part of a
sabbatical, I traveled to Uganda. I went
primarily in my role as President of Integrity.
A few years prior, I had been contacted by an Anglican priest in Uganda
who was ministering to a group of gay and lesbian people there. Needless to say, this was not a ministry
supported by the church in Uganda. In
fact, it had to very carefully fly under the radar.
As part of my time
there, I led a retreat for these folks. If I remember right, there were about a
dozen of us gathered together. Many
members of the group did not dare to come because the radar had been breached. My trip had become known to the leadership of
the Church of Uganda and the archbishop had warned his bishops and other clergy
to stay clear of me. I was, he said, a
dangerous man who preached a false gospel.
In preparation for the
retreat, the priest who led the group asked me to be firm with them. There is immorality among them, he said, and
if they ever had any chance of being accepted by the church they had to be seen
as above reproach.
The morning of the
retreat I took Father Erich aside and told him that I was not going to do what
he asked. My hunch was that these folks
were unsure about whether God loved them or not, and that certainly was more
important than anything else.
So I talked to them
about the reality that they were God’s beloved.
That God loved them first, that God’s love cannot be earned. It can only
be accepted. And I taught them a hymn
popular in the US church, that begins, “I come with joy to meet my Lord,
forgiven, loved, and free.”
I remember three responses. A young woman asked, “Why has no one ever
told us this before?” A young man broke
down in tears, and sobbed in the arms of one of his friends for some time. And the anxiety that was thick in the room as
we gathered, disappeared.
We are told that as
Jesus came up out of the water of his baptism
there was a dramatic scene: the
heavens torn open, the descent of a dove, taken to be the Holy Spirit, and a
voice proclaiming, “This is my Son, the Beloved, with whom I am well pleased.”
We assume that somehow
Jesus had earned these words, especially the “well pleased” part. He seems to be well into adulthood at this
point, perhaps even thirty years old. So
clearly he had gained God’s delight and trust.
And yet we are given no
proof of this. No one tells any stories
about Jesus’ coming of age. There’s one
story in Luke’s Gospel about Jesus as a boy, impressing his elders in the
Temple and causing his parents anxiety, but that’s it. For as much as twenty years of his life there
is silence.
I think this is so
because it reflected the experience of the early followers of Jesus, who for a
generation or more told these stories to one another before four people, out of
four communities, wrote them down. The
experience of the early Christians was that God loved them first, and that
their life of following Jesus was a consequence of that love, not an attempt to
be good enough to earn it.
This fits with our own
practice of Baptism. Why do we baptize
infants? It certainly is not because
when we do we can predict they will lead a perfect life. It is because we are convinced that God loves
them first and the living out of their baptismal covenant will be a response to
that love not a determination of it.
It is sometimes said
that every preacher has but one sermon that they keep trying to preach in
different ways. While this is obviously
not true, I am happy to claim this as my one sermon, preached, I pray,
continuously and consistently over thirty years.
You are God’s son. You
are God’s daughter. You are God’s
beloved. But—and this is the only but—so
is your neighbor be they friend or stranger or even enemy. You are God’s beloved first. Keep letting that great truth sink into your
life and live as it were the truth. Feed
on that truth at this Table. Feed others
on this truth in the world. Do not spend
a second of your life worrying about whether God loves you or not. That is wasted time.
You are loved. Love
others. That is the dangerous Gospel.
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