Some weeks it’s tough to know what
to say up here. I mean, I am pretty much saying the same thing week after week,
and, as the author Bill Bryson once wrote about writing a weekly column, the
thing about a weekly sermon is that it comes up weekly. Bryson writes, “Now
this may seem a self-evident fact, but in two years there never came a week
when it did not strike me as both profound and startling. Another column?
Already? But I just did one.”
That’s pretty much how I feel about
sermons. But, then I read about Paul, preaching the known God in a midst of a
world in Athens that is worshiping the “unknown God” and I reminded of the
necessity of sharing with the God we can know; the God who is specific, whose
name Paul knows, whose name we know. Paul goes on to suggest that God created
us this way—to search for him, to yearn for him, even, as Paul says, to grope
for him, as if stumbling in the dark. There’s this God-shaped hole inside of us
and we will spend our lives, one way or another, trying to fit various things
inside of it, when only one fits. I don’t think we can talk enough about the
one thing that fits.
What
matters to Paul is the specificity—it is this God, whom he knows in Jesus
Christ, who is the one true God. Of all the questions I get as a pastor, one of
the top few after “Can you get married?” (Yes, not Catholic), and “Why?” (Much
more complicated) is “How do you know that your God is the one, true God?” I
get this question on one level, because it comes from some kind of objective
place where a person looks at the world and says, “I see thousands of gods
worshipped by billions of people. How can any of them reconcile any of this
business?” I get that. But where the people asking the question lose me is
where they jump to the conclusion that, therefore, all these religions are
bogus. Instead, I look at it like this: I can only preach the God I know. I can
only share the faith that is in me. I can only tell you about the specific
qualities of this God that I worship: That Jesus Christ has conquered sin and
death and, through dying, he gives us eternal life. That’s all I can say, and I
don’t say that having compared our God to a thousand other gods; I just share
it because it is the faith that is in me.
That also doesn’t
mean I have to think other people are wrong—I don’t know their experience—and it
doesn’t mean I have to spend my life doing the divine math on whether
Christians and Jews and Muslims and Hindus and Buddhists and whomever else is
worshiping the same God or not. It’s not that I don’t care; I just don’t need
to, because I can only testify to the God I know. Then, I can certainly listen
to others talk about the God they know and ask myself in what ways they are
filling in my blind spots and in what ways perhaps I disagree, but all of that
is secondary. I can only testify to what I know.
This last
week was our final Big Q&A opportunity in Confirmation. This year I think
the biggest question of all was raised—probably the most important, and,
therefore, really, really difficult question to answer, and it was raised by an
eighth-grader and I’m going to raise it myself now, because it ties in directly
with Paul and the Athenians. This question was, simply: “What is faith?”