Monday, February 24, 2014

Artful Witness



“Artful Witness”
1 Corinthians 2:1-13
Allen Huff
Jonesborough Presbyterian Church
2/16/14

          During the sermon-writing process a few weeks back, an observation wriggled its way into my thoughts and onto my legal pad.  That observation had to do with faith as relational rather than rhetorical.
          It seems to me that any religious faith based principally on rhetoric quickly devolves into mere dogma.  It becomes a rigid -ism to be argued rather than a grateful hope to be embodied and shared.  And so, God becomes just one more thing about which “believers” must win.  The trouble is that in order to keep winning, “winners” must keep building and strengthening their arguments – their doctrines and walls, their monuments and munitions, their fears and egos.
          All “winners” eventually resort to blunt force intimidation because continually reminding losers that they are losers becomes the only way for winners to keep their hard-earned status.  And in such a world, can there even be winners?
          “Rhetoric,” says commentator Paul Sampley, “is the art of persuasion.”1
          Ancient Roman and Greek cultures held the art of rhetoric in particularly high regard.  So, in places like Corinth, public squares and private institutions would likely have been to rhetoric what the Guggenheim and railway cars are to visual art in New York City.  Everyone, from rich to poor, from snob to lowlife gets in on the act.
          Rhetoric may be an art, but I don’t know just how much it leaves to the imagination.  In its attempt to persuade, rhetoric will entice, finagle, and even willingly manipulate emotions.  When in service to some special interest, when desperate for a “win,” rhetoricians will jettison their sense of “fair and balanced” in order to turn opinion toward their desired outcome.
          While I’d like to think that I take the relational high road on faith, I am acutely aware that when any preacher stands in any pulpit to preach, he or she engages in an overtly rhetorical act.  Like Paul, I am “chief among sinners.”  I never climb up here without making sure that my words are as well prepared as possible.  I have an almost neurotic need to mask any visible manifestation of inner weakness or doubt, and to camouflage any “fear and trembling” that might make my rhetoric less persuasive.  And God forbid that someone stop me to ask a question or to challenge me on something.  Again, like Paul, I will say that I want your faith to rest on “the power of God,” but as for my sermons, I depend upon my own preparation, and on the time-honored tradition of this unilateral interface called “preaching.”
          There is no way around it.  Preaching is no less than fifty percent rhetoric.  I just hope it shows that I do try to remember that the beatitudes do not pronounce blessing on crafty speakers and clever theologians.  They pronounce blessings that cannot be earned or won.
          Like art, blessing can only be lived into, experienced and shared.  In this preacher’s opinion, blessing is the high art.  Rhetoric is simply a tool to communicate the extent to which the art of blessing becomes revealing and redeeming to those who listen.
          I think Paul knows this.  I also think that he knows that in the city of Corinth, he had better keep his rhetorical skills polished.  If he is to establish a relational ministry, he has to be able to speak the language.  He must honor the rhetorical ears of his audience.  And he has to do that in such a way that he proclaims, and invites high-brow Corinthians into something as rhetorically indefensible as “Jesus Christ, and him crucified.”
          Paul’s challenge, you see, is to commit heresy.  His mission is to proclaim to sophisticated Roman colonials, who live and work in a vital economic hub of the empire, that to see God’s presence in the world, do not look at Caesar and his great power.  Caesar is not God, nor even a god.  He is as gloriously, splendidly human as anyone else.
          No, says Paul, to see God’s presence, look at and listen to Jesus of Nazareth: the son of Jewish peasants; an itinerant rabbi who lived hand-to-mouth and who, during his empire-defying life of love and justice, invited the creation into renewed relationship with the Creator.  And though the empire killed Jesus, says Paul, it could not end him.
          By the time he begins writing letters to the Corinthian church, Paul is already in relationship with that congregation.  It may be that the rhetorical skills the apostle demonstrates in his letters make the most difference after he establishes that relationship, because it takes far more than clever persuasion to get artless minds to take seriously a story like the Jesus story.  It takes transformation.  Some call it conversion.  The story itself calls it resurrection.  And regardless of what word one uses, it is something that cannot be limited to any one moment or experience – nor even to one well-argued doctrine.
          Resurrection is the ongoing life-to-death-to-new-life process of creation and recreation that has been at work for billions of years.  Resurrection, says Paul, is God’s wisdom, a wisdom that is incomprehensible to “the rulers of this age,” that is to say, to the “winners” of temporal wealth, and power, and arguments.
          “If any want to become my disciples, let them deny themselves and take up their cross and follow me.  For those who want to save their life will lose it, and those who lose their life for my sake will save it.” (Mt. 16:25-26)
          “‘Teacher, what good deed must I do to have eternal life?’...‘If you wish to be perfect, go sell your possessions, and give the money to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven; then come and follow me.’” (Mt. 19:16, 21)
          This message cannot be argued; it can only be revealed.  And revelation is not the work of the witness himself or herself.  It is not the work of the preacher, the rhetorician, or the storyteller, or the artist.  It is the work of the Spirit.
          “What no eye has seen, nor ear heard, nor the human heart conceived… these things God has revealed to us through the Spirit,” says Paul, “for the Spirit teaches everything, even the depths of God.” (1 Cor. 2:9-10)
          What a magnificently humbling and liberating reality: “Lofty words [and] wisdom” have their place, but according to God’s secret wisdom, they are not the difference between the labored breathing of emptiness and the breathtaking wonder of facing the mystery of God.  The mystery and holiness beyond us can only be understood by the mystery and holiness within us.  This is what Paul means when he says that “no one comprehends what is truly God’s except the Spirit of God.”
          Paul uses his rhetorical art to urge the Corinthians – and us – toward a new awareness of the deep hunger and thirst within the human heart.  And he challenges us to see, to hear, and to comprehend that the longing within us is itself the image, the very presence of God, for only that which is God can know God.
          This becomes a far deeper thing than saying, as so many of us have been taught to say, “I have invited Jesus into my heart.”  This new consciousness moves us from some ankle-deep tidal pool and out into the ocean.  It moves us from a fishbowl terrarium and into the forest.  It moves us from Facebook to face-to-face.
          Paul is trying to help us understand that we, you and I, all of humankind and all of the creation – all things seen and unseen – we are part of, and we participate intimately in the Incarnation of God.
          Incarnation does not begin in a stable in Bethlehem somewhere near the beginning of the Julian calendar.  Incarnation has its genesis when the eternally brooding Spirit begins to knead order and beauty, purpose and mystery out of formless chaos.  Jesus of Nazareth becomes, then, the bright face of Incarnation, the Holy One in whom we see the resurrecting potential of heart-to-heart union between Creator and Creature.
          The point of Christian witness, like the point of all art, is to present something of indescribable beauty that connects with the indescribable, God-imaged beauty within us.  This is the point of the sacraments.  Bread, and wine, and water, our words and bodies, these are the sheets of dog-eared construction paper we use to create splendidly imperfect paintings of union with the Creator and with fellow creatures.  Sacraments may be the most revealing refrigerator art we offer to God.
          This becomes exhaustingly difficult to do in an increasingly artless and individualistic age – an age of competitive black-and-white, an age of searing suspicion and cold greed, an age of chaos resurgence.
          Sacramental art abounds.  “We see a sunset,” says Richard Rohr, “and it mirrors something already inside us that is just waiting to be joyful.  We look at Picasso's Guernica, and we know and feel the absurdity and terror of war.  At such a moment, we normally feel more alive, connected, and authentic, even if it is sadness that we feel.”2*
          The poet behind Psalm 42 expresses the same sacramental consciousness when he writes: “As a deer longs for flowing streams, so my soul longs for you, O God.  My soul thirsts for God.”  And then he says, “Deep calls to deep at the thunder of your cataracts; all your waves and your billows have gone over me.  By day the Lord commands his steadfast love, and at night his song is with me…” (Psalm 42:1, 7-8)
          In this sad but most artfully rendered lament of exile, the psalmist finds himself beside a thundering waterfall.  It is of no matter whether he is there in person, in grateful memory, or in his imagination.  In pure and transforming truth, he feels the wash of timeless and invigorating grace, of “hidden and secret” wisdom.  The relentless rush of water over rock speaks to the equally relentless flow of holy Mystery within him.  Taking a deep drink from that flow, he knows that whether he lives to see it or not, God will redeem Israel, because the creation cannot be undone from the Creator.
          For the poet, that experience delivers healing shalom – God’s wholeness and peace.  And even now, some two and a half millenia later, his simple words about a deer and a waterfall witness to us of meaning and hope.  They witness to us of the holiness within us and around us, holiness that creates, sustains, and recreates.
          To those with ears to hear and eyes to see, such words, such art reveals to us God’s promising way of resurrection.

1J. Paul Sampley, The New Interpreter's Bible: Vol. X, Abingdon Press, 2002, p. 783.
2Richard Rohr, Immortal Diamond: The Search for Our True Self, Jossey Bass, 2013,  pp 73-74.
            *Though I did not quote him directly anywhere else, in my references to Incarnation and            spirituality as art, I am deeply indebted to Richard Rohr in his book, Immortal Diamond:     The Search for Our True Self.

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