The Psalm of The Lakes

This is the message I preached at Lakes Entrance on Sunday 13th August 2017, the tenth Sunday of Pentecost.

Psalm 105:1-6, 16-22; Romans 10:5-15

Last week I spoke to you something of the call to preaching, and how it’s more than just making your own sense of the Bible and then speaking about it from the front. Preaching is both a gift and a calling; those who are called are also gifted, but some who are gifted are not called. Some who probably could preach a good sermon, one without vampires for example, might be better suited as small group or classroom teachers or lecturers, or perhaps as theologians, which is to say authors.

In August and September 2000, I was in the final semester of my studies toward a Graduate Diploma in Primary Education. I was on “Practicum 3”, a four-week solid block of teaching in a school supervised by the university (NTU) and the regular classroom teacher. I was teaching a grade five class at Holy Spirit Primary School, a Roman Catholic parish school in Casuarina, a suburb of Darwin. Holy Spirit was one of two schools local to my home, the other was Wanguri Primary School and I had completed “Practicum 1” there twelve months earlier. The schools were diagonally across the road from each other, with that road marking the boundary between the suburbs of Casuarina and Wanguri. Anyway, one lesson where I was teaching Religion, (and remember that this is a Catholic School so Religion was taught twice a week by the classroom teacher and not one a term by local Christian volunteers bringing RE as it was at Wanguri), I found myself running short on time due to a last-minute assembly being called. I had to finish quickly and so instead of reading the Bible around the classroom as we usually did, each child reading one verse in turn, I read the passage from the front. And because I was in a hurry I acted it out too, reading with one hand and waving my other hand around. As we were lining up for assembly at the end of the lesson one of the girls said to me, “Mr Tann you shouldn’t be a teacher, you should be an actor.” I told her the truth, that I had used to be an actor and that now I was becoming a teacher, but that I still liked having fun with my learning. I also told her that I was a Christian from the Uniting Church and that I liked reading the Bible too, so that made it easier for me to have fun with it.

The reason I have told you that story is because the passage I read that day in class is the same passage I have read to you this morning, Psalm 105. Worship was opened this morning with my reading the first six verses directly from the Bible, and from the NRSV which you have in front of you. Our prayer of Adoration, which I called “The Adoration of Joseph” was not of course that Joseph is to be adored, but that Joseph would adore God because of the story of his life. I took Psalm 105:16-22 and rewrote those verses as my own prayer, much as Bruce D. Prewer, James Taylor, and Leslie F. Brandt do in the books I often use for our liturgical prayers.

This got me to wondering: how would Psalm 105 for Lakes Entrance read? The Psalm as we find it in Israel’s scriptures is subtitled “God’s faithfulness to Israel” by the NRSV translators, and “God’s word in Israel’s story” by Professor Toni Craven who is the commentator I read this week. This Psalm tells the story of the Hebrew people from the choosing of Abraham until the settling of the exodus people in the Promised Land under Joshua. It forms a pair with Psalm 106 which speaks of the unfaithfulness of the Hebrew people during the same time: God is faithful as deliverer, but the people act wickedly and are blind to what God had done (Psalm 106:6-7).

The opening verses of the Psalm of The Lakes would be easy to write: I hope so anyway. Give thanks to the LORD in prayer and praise, sing to God, tell of what God has done. Let all who do these things (pray, praise, sing, tell) do so in joy. Ask God with trust for strength and the capability to go forward into the promised future. In recent days remember what God has done for you, and done through you, since your last minister moved on. Tell the people who have joined this congregation, tell the people who will join this congregation next year. Not that we wish to revisit past hurts and pains, open old wounds, pick at old scabs, or point to the scars with every new person you meet. There is no need to get new people “up to speed” on past hurts. But having been where you have been, speak now of where God is and of God’s faithfulness to you seen only in hindsight. As I said to you last week, don’t preach your notes; rather, use what you have learned in the past season of darkness and turmoil to proclaim God’s greatness and the hope for the future.

On Friday coming, the profile for the Lakes Entrance Uniting Church Congregation will go before the Placements Committee at Synod in Melbourne. After so long in preparation and negotiation, drafting and redrafting, and re-redrafting your paperwork is in and the search for a new, permanent-for-at-least-three-years, minister gets underway. You have done it, you have made it. Of course, the search for a new minister takes the time that it does, and you will need to look after each other and take responsibility for the functions of the congregation until your new pastor comes; but considering what you have already done that will be easier. You have much to praise God for, to thank God, to look back in amazement at where God was and what God did for you, in you, through you, because of you, and sometime around you. You have a history which speaks of God’s choosing of you and God’s favour upon you. Today is the day to begin to celebrate that history, to speak of God’s faithfulness, and to consider God’s message for you as you look to appointing the man or woman God is sending you.

And so, as are the people of history at the end of Psalm 105, so you stand on the bank of the Jordan River. The Moses people of your history, those interim ministers and preachers who have brought you safely, (if somewhat shakily), to the brink of home are no longer required. The next woman or man you call will be a Joshua, one who can lead you and cheer you on as you run ahead to fill the promise that God has made to you.

Briefly I want to turn to Romans 10:5-15 at this point, and not just because I read it this morning and I haven’t preached on it. This passage from Paul, which is today’s Lectionary choice for Epistle, speaks not only of Moses and that same Salvation History of Israel which the paired Psalms 105 and 106 do, but also of what Christian Salvation is.

Paul quotes Moses from Deuteronomy 30:11-14 in saying that what is done in salvation can only be done by God: human effort will always fall short. At Lakes Entrance, you know that. Only God could have brought The Lakes Parish through to where you stand today. Paul is of course speaking of human salvation, the movement of an individual into a saving and salving relationship with God in Christ, but the same applies to this congregation made up of Lakes Entrance and Lake Tyers Beach people that God has done the work through grace, and that God’s soothing and rescuing work in your salvation is a sure and completed thing.

This then is what you can say to the world. Of course, should speak of what Christ has done for you, a Christian, in bringing you to himself as Lord of Life and pointing you towards the God of Creation. But in a town where the name of the Uniting Church was not proud, where people thought we had abandoned this building in preparation for selling up and moving out the story of how God saved the Uniting Church in Lakes Entrance is worth telling, and worth telling repeatedly. God loves this congregation, I am sure you have no doubt of that. God loves this town and this district, I am sure you have no doubt of that either. Now all you must do, and you needn’t wait for your next Reverend Gentleman or Lady, is to go and tell them on the Esplanade, and on every other street in this town, that God loves them too.

And feel free to be as extravagant as you like in doing so. Grade five would be proud of you, to say nothing of the Holy Spirit, Godself.

Amen.

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Are you?

This is the text of my Minister’s Message for the August 2017 newsletter at Lakes Entrance Uniting Church.

As many of you are aware, I lived in the United Kingdom between 2001-2009, and for much of that time I was actively involved in Hillsong Church London.  One of the key motivating texts which appeared on our promotional material, and was cited in the messages from the platform, came from 2 Samuel 7:5.  In this verse God asks King David, “are you the one to build me a house?”

The intended response from our leaders was that we would say “yes!” and rally to the cause of building God’s kingdom in London by doing the work of Christians.  “Bring your tithes into the storehouse so that there might be food in my house” (Malachi 3:10) we were reminded, and “use what’s in your hand to fulfil what is in your heart” as Brian Houston said.  “Go and make disciples of all nations” (Matthew 28:19) we were reminded, something which could be done just by crossing the road in London’s many multi-ethnic suburbs.

The irony is that the answer God expected from David was “no”.  David was not the one to build the temple in Jerusalem – that responsibility was to be given to Solomon.  David had too much blood on his hands: God wanted a temple built from worship and love for God and all people, not from booty and slaves.  God wanted a temple at which all nations would gather in celebration of the God of all.  The worship life of Israel was to continue in David’s day, but the Tent of Meeting would be a sufficient site until the hearts of Israel were ready to build a proper home of stone, gold, cedar, and love.

What has this to do with us?  Well I believe that God is asking the question of us which God asked of the Londoners.  We have a “house” here on the Esplanade, so like David we are not called to construction work.  But if this house is to be a home, a home to which all peoples are welcomed, then we do have a church to build.  This is done through our discipleship, worship, employ of our gifts, and our speaking of the shy hope in our hearts with our friends and neighbours.  Maybe the next generation will replace our building: maybe there is a Solomon today, in nappies, (more likely in his mid-twenties), who will rebuild this house as a home for his peers.  Our task is therefore to nurture him (or her if a Solomena) in the faith of our ancestors and to teach him the promises of our God.  We are not required to build a house, but we are required to build a home and to make it welcoming for all who come.

Growing Gifts

This is the text of my Pastoral Message to the people of Lakes Entrance Uniting Church in the newsletter for July 2017.

With the arrival of July and the deeper onset of winter has come the Season of Creation in the church.  Our drapes and candles have turned from red to green, (as has my Sunday attire); now we look away from the seasons and festivals of Advent, Christmas, Lent, Easter, and Pentecost, to a long series of “Ordinary” Sundays.  We know that no Sunday is ever ordinary, but we are mindful that the great festivals of this year’s Christian calendar are behind us.

 But the lowering of the red drapes does not mean that the work of God in our place has stopped.  I asked that the red drapes be left up over June because I wanted to remind you that the Spirit is always active in our gathering.  As I now enter the third trimester of my time with you I am indeed keen to see something birthed in you (and me) in the next thirteen weeks.  I am keen, and very hopeful, that the gifts of the people (which are the Gifts of the Spirit in you) will be made evident.

 Through June many of you spoke with me privately about your desire to be involved in the work of the church.  Some of you want to be involved as welcomers, others are keen to be readers of scripture or written prayers, and others are not sure about what they can do but would like to be encouraged and equipped to be ready when I leave and the work of the church falls squarely on the shoulders of the whole congregation.  I believe that every one of you has gifts, and more than one gift for each person.  I believe that together you have every gift that the Spirit gives to a congregation.  Lakes Entrance Uniting Church I say to you, even without me present in your meetings you have all that you need to do the work of God in this place.

 While I am here I intend to help you to be ready for when I am not here.  I have offered the Elders my time and talents as a pastor and teacher (Ephesians 4:11c) to support and encourage all who wish to be “moving forward with jobs and growth” as they say in Canberra.  I shall employ my gifts to prepare you to deploy yours, and I hope to see as many of you as wish to serve serving from now.  So, if you are ready to be involved today, come and tell me.  If you want to be encouraged now for service later, come and tell me.  Meantime we can all be praying for, smiling at, and tea-and-biscuiting with sisters and brothers in Christ both local and visitor. 

What must WE do?

This is the text of the message I prepared for Lakes Entrance Uniting Church for Sunday 30th April 2017.

 Acts 2:14a, 36-41; Psalm 116:1-4, 12-19; 1 Peter 1:17-23.

Good morning Church.

When I began my time amongst you on January 1st this year I told you in that first service that I’d not be telling you too much about myself from the front.  I said that my focus as a preacher was upon the gospel, and that if you wanted to get to know me then you were welcome to come to the manse and catch up.  Because of that you’re still finding out things about me, even after four months.  This morning I’m going to share another part of my story with you.

During the months between May 2003 and January 2009 I belonged to a Hillsong congregation, particularly the one which meets in central London.  The site of our worship moved about a bit, so I cannot tell you about a specific location, but Hillsong Church London was where I “did church” to use their terminology.  One of my great privileges as a participant in Hillsong Church London was the time I spent associated with the “New Christians Team”.  We were the sneaky ones who were sat strategically around the theatres where we met as church, and when everyone else had their eyes closed for the altar call we had our eyes open.  When someone in my “section” raised his or her hand for salvation I would see that hand, and then I would discreetly identify that person to one of my team members who would then approach that person during the final songs and speak with him or her about salvation as the service ended.  In 2004, there were something like 637 “hands” raised, some for first time salvation and others for a re-connection with God after a time “in the wilderness”.  In 2005, we saw the thousandth person that year raise her or his hand in late September.  We stopped counting after that: we had the delicious difficulty that converts were being made faster than we could count them.  So, we stopped counting them and instead focussed on loving them.

Two things from that experience stand out for me, and I hope you’re already seeing the link to our reading from Acts this morning.

  1. Whilst we never had 3000 people baptised in one day, God really was adding daily to our number those who were being saved.  One of our regular guest speakers was a church planter in India and his intention at the time of one of his visits to us was to plant 365 churches each year; statistically that would be one new church per day.  Let alone God daily adding people, this pastor wanted God daily adding new missional congregations to the holy, catholic, and apostolic Church.
  2. I remember that one service where no one raised a hand. I’m a bit used to this story now, but when I first began telling it in sermons in Australia I used to choke up at the memory.  Now to be clear, I’m not talking about no one in my section raising a hand, that often happened; what I’m saying is that after the hour and a half of song, praise, prayer, message, and all, there was not one hand raised across our theatre.  I remember the visible distress in our team room after the service: not one person had been saved anew!  We had been church and we had done church, and no one had found Christ anew.  No-one, not one!  We had failed God: to say we were devastated is an understatement, we were gutted and hurting.

Can you imagine why Hillsong Church is so successful at what it does?  I’m not here to praise them up, after all I am here and not there.  What they do with media, music and film, is another story, not a bad story, just not my focus this morning.  Can you imagine what it feels like to be in a congregation where the leaders go home crying, some wracked with sobs, because there was a service without a salvation?  I don’t need to imagine it, I was there, and it haunts me occasionally, and here’s why.  At that stage Hillsong Church London met in a small theatre, it had about 650 seats, and because of that there were three services on a Sunday.  There were salvations in the other two services that day, so it’s not like God went home empty-handed.  People were added to the Church that day.  So, imagine that.  Even though God was saving Londoners in the morning and in the evening, that not one person had asked for grace in the afternoon set off grief like I had never before seen in a bunch of Christian leaders anywhere.

In today’s set text from 1 Peter 1:18-19 the writer tells his readers, which includes us, that we were ransomed with the blood of Jesus; a ransom far more valuable than coin and bullion.  And in Acts 2:41 we are told that about 3000 were added to the congregation after they had been cut to the quick by the word of the gospel.

Do we really doubt that salvation is a precious thing?  More precious than anything the world can provide, more devastating when it is missed than any other human catastrophe.  Just think of it in these terms, to miss salvation is to have an “Act of God” which didn’t happen.  As nasty as storms and fires are we understand that they are awe-inspiring in their power: imagine how powerful a positive “Act of God” might be, and how awful to miss out.  Money cannot buy that, and if you miss that window in the skies how can you be sure that it will come again?  We as Christians have faith that there is always a way to God, but if you are not a Christian, and you miss your chance, how do you know there will be another chance?  Or, and this one does cut me to the heart, if we Christians miss our chance to open the skies to those who are not Christian, how will we know that they’ll get another chance?  We trust that God is gracious in seeking the lost to save them, but if this congregation did not extend a hand to welcome the lost how can we rely on the next congregation to do so?

And if we continue to miss our opportunities, if we continue to shirk our responsibilities, perhaps God will not send the lost to us anymore.  Maybe when God is shepherding a lost woman or man into the Kingdom of God God will send that one to one of the other denominations in town.  Now I’m not saying we are in competition with the other churches, not at all.  I am delighted that God is adding daily to the Church those who are being saved, even if they are being saved in Lakes Community Church, the Baptists, the Anglicans, and the Roman Catholics.  But if God is sending lost souls there because God feels God cannot send lost souls here…  I don’t even want to think about that being true.

So, what do we do?  Do we have an “altar call” each week for the next six weeks in the hope of having a mega baptism service on Pentecost Day?  Do you need to start bringing your unsaved friends to church more often so that I can preach salvation to them?  Do you actually trust me to do that, or is this congregation and its worship life embarrassing to you?  I’m not suggesting it is, and I’m not having a go at you at all: in fact, I have belonged to congregations where I would not have invited my unsaved friends along, so I know that such sentiments exist.  On the other hand, and this is new to me as pastoring a church is new to me, as your preacher and chaplain can I trust you to disciple and encourage those friends and neighbours of yours that I lead in salvific prayer?  I know that Hillsong lost converts when having “prayed the prayer” they were then not followed up or encouraged in their new faith by their Christian friends.

The gift we were given in Jesus Christ is beyond compare.  It is beyond value, (we’ve already said that), and it is beyond comprehension.  Salvation from sin, from its effects in our life (through the process of healing and discipline, not magic); security and salving from aloneness and hopelessness, and from feelings of worthlessness and uselessness; these are concepts that we could spend a lifetime of sermons and Bible studies unpacking and still not get to the end of.

I have always been a Christian.  If you want to argue the merits of that statement in view of original sin and the time between my birth and my accepting Christ’s lordship over my heart as a sentient adult, well I don’t care for your tone.  I was born into a family of disciples, raised in discipleship, and I’ve never departed from it.  I am not sinless, I am far from perfect, but I have always had God in the centre of my life.  And because of this, for the life of me, I cannot understand how anyone could possibly live without that.  I mean, how do unbelievers even continue in the world?  They exist because God created them human, but how do they actually live without the knowledge of God and this deep, core, fundamental, central, foundational, defining understanding that they were made in the image and likeness of God with the sole purpose of being loved by the God who made them?

This is why it is so important that we be ready when people from “outside the awareness of the love of God” come to us ready to respond.  Psalm 116 speaks of a man who was ensnared and in deep distress but God leant down so as to hear his cry for deliverance all the clearer, and God saved him.    He goes on in the later verses to say “now I will thank God with an offering and with public declaration of God’s magnificence and my gratitude.  I know that I am precious to God and that God is interested in me and takes care of me, God deals carefully with me.  I am nothing, yet I am precious to God, so I will praise and magnify God’s name.”

We must take care when people come to church.  We must be aware when something extraordinary is happening in someone’s life and any given Sunday is a special day for him or her because of what God has done.  Last week I prayed our confessions by using Bruce Prewer’s poem “During Last Week”.  But what if during last week something extraordinary happened and someone wanted to come and give exultant praise to God?  What if for us it’s ho-hum another Sunday, time to get the urn on and to ask who left the fans going, while a visitor (or more so, a local whose attendance we might take for granted) wants to be flat on her face before the Lord in exaltation or despair?

In the last two weeks, last week and Easter day, there were visitors here at 9:15.  Now I am not addressing these remarks only to those of you who are the early comers, those who arrive closer to 9:30 than 10:00 because you have jobs, we all need to hear this.  I am here earliest and I have my 9:00 jobs, so this is me too. We must never, ever, be too busy or too noisy in this house for those who need it to be a church.  Altar calls and discipleship classes aside this is what we can do right now, be church for those who are coming here on any given Sunday.

Here’s two quick stories to illustrate what I mean:

  1. I didn’t see this happen but I’ve been to the place where it did. At the Church of the Holy Sepulchre in Jerusalem, the traditional place of the cross and the empty tomb, many different Christian denominations have their own zone.  Like us there are bowls for candles and intercessions: I have been there, I have seen the bowls, and I have lit a candle.  I have been a Christian on his first visit to Jerusalem.  I have knelt at the slab where tradition says Jesus was laid out between cross and grave.  I have knelt in the sepulchre itself, the empty tomb.  Well this story goes that another pilgrim such as I was, this one a woman of the Roman Catholic faith, joyfully placed her candles in one of the bowls of sand in celebration of her being in Jerusalem.  Can you imagine this woman’s joy?  Can you imagine this woman’s heartbroken terror when a bearded man screamed “No!” from across the space, and in a mass of cassocks and flame sent her candles flying?  She had placed Catholic candles in some very specifically other Orthodox bowl.  I mean, you’d think she’d shitted on the actual cross, with all the offence that my use of that word implies as well as the act.  Horrifying!  Not my use of the word “shit”, but the way in which this dear daughter of God was treated in her own Father’s house.
  2. I was almost there for this next story, I know the woman involved and I passed her in the foyer on the day in question. A young woman who had been inconsistent in her attendance at church for a few months was present one particular Sunday.  She was not backsliding at all, she was just struggling in life and her very new husband, who was not a Christian at the time, really only got to see her on Sundays so she’d stay in bed with him rather than go off to church by herself.  Anyway, the woman came to church this week, and feeling a little bit frail for a reason I’ll tell you in a minute, she sat in the very back row.  She sat there quietly, her head bowed, while the bustle of church went on around her.  The 8:30 traditional service (which I had preached at) was emptying out of the hall after coffee and the 10:00 family service crowd was arriving.  But there she sat, this young woman, quiet in the back row.  After church got underway, and the young woman had sung the first song and so forth, she was sitting, again silently and with her head bowed, when one of the regulars came in late.  Being late she sat at the back.  She sat next to the young woman.  And since the young woman had been infrequent in her attendance the older woman whispered to her: how are you?  How is your new husband?  How do you like married life in place of just living together life?  and your new house?  and being called Mrs?  And so on.  On she whispered, being friendly and interested.  On she whispered through the formal prayers.  On she whispered through the time for silent prayer.  On she whispered through the sermon.  The young woman, unbeknownst to anyone that day, unbeknownst to the older woman, unbeknownst to the minister or any of the elders, unbeknownst to me who passed her in the foyer as I left and she arrived at 9:45, that young woman had miscarried her first pregnancy earlier in the week.  She had come “to church”, practically “back to church”, to spend some daughter-time with her Father in Heaven and some crying time with her Comforter.  What she got was an hour of whispered interrogative interruption.

Let’s not do that.

Let’s never be that priest or that older woman.  Let’s all be aware of where we are and what this house means to everyone who comes.  Let’s take care of God’s house, not just in keeping the plastic-ware in its only possible correct drawer, the blinds at a certain angle, or the cars parked facing only east in the front and precisely one metre back from the gravel.   All of that is important, some of it is a legal imperative for OH&S, but if we truly believe this building to be the house of God then we must always be aware that God is at work here, and is welcome to be at work here, in God’s own house.  We can be fun, and we can be social.  You know I have a very evident sense of humour and most weeks I have elicited a chuckle or two from you.  That must not stop.  But we are first and foremost here, here in this place, here in the house of God, to worship and to respond to our glorious Father and magnificent saviour whom we adore so much.

So please Uniting Church, please Damien, please please please all of you and me, don’t get in the way of anyone else seeking God in adoration, desperation, or both.  If we are so care-giving, so careful in this better way, then maybe, just maybe, God will add to our number those who are being saved.

Amen.