"Discouragement Is Like A Passing Cloud"


Sermon Delivered By Reverend Richard E. Stetler – October 6, 2013

Centenary United Methodist Church

Isaiah 35:1-10; John 6:60-69

 

    A number of years ago I was sitting in my office with a friend whom I had not seen for a long time.  He came to talk about recent events in his life.  His litany of woes was extraordinary.  If there was ever a time for a person’s fledgling faith to be tested, it was this time in Tim’s life.

    He began by telling me that his Dad had just finished building a boat that he had been working on for years.  As he was putting the finishing touches on his boat, it caught on fire.  The fire got started because of carelessness.  He had started the barbecue grill that was dangerously close to the boat’s fuel tank.  The day was windy.  While the tank had only a small amount of fuel in it, the fumes ignited and there was an explosion. His dad had neglected to replace the fuel cap.    

    While he was struggling with the resulting fire, he did not notice that sparks from the explosion had reached his garage.  Soon the side portion of the house was on fire.  When he finally saw it, he rushed into the house to alert his wife and to call the fire company. The firemen came immediately and the flames were quickly extinguished.  The house was saved but the water and smoke damage destroyed the home’s interior and furnishings.  His boat was a total loss. 

     Tim’s father became inconsolable.

    A couple of months passed when Tim received more bad news.  His father’s wife, Tim’s mother, had experienced a massive cerebral hemorrhage and died on the way to the hospital.  Shortly after the memorial service for his mother, Tim’s wife told him that she wanted a divorce.  She had fallen love with her tennis instructor.  In fact, the two were in the process of getting a divorce when Tim came to see me.

    What made this conversation so memorable for me was Tim’s ability to share all these events in his life with such a beautiful spirit of understanding.  I learned that what brought Tim to my office was his desire to encourage me to keep telling people about God’s presence in all our daily lives.   

    Tim went on with his story.  During a moment of acute desperation, he turned to God with whom he had never communicated.  In fact, Tim told me that his belief in God was more an intellectual concept rather than a personal relationship.  He was one of those that would have checked “I believe in God” during one of those public surveys designed to take society’s pulse.

    Tim told me that several weeks earlier he had a most remarkable experience with God.  I asked him to write about this episode in his life and he did.  This is the way he characterized those moments:

I was standing in a river facing some of the strongest riptide currents imaginable. After pouring my heart out to God, I felt myself being surrounded by an invisible energy field that completely overwhelmed me.  I knew that I was not alone. Inside my head I heard these words, ‘Tim, I have not left you.  Let go of all that has happened and let me love you.’  I stood there stunned at hearing those words.  I let go of all of it and cried.  Dick, I am not the same person.  I had to tell you about this.  What you told me years ago when we were backpacking together is absolutely true.  It is true.  When I think of all the energy I have wasted in feeling sorry for myself and how cruel life is . . . . 

    I raised my hand and stopped him from talking.  I said, “Tim, none of your energy was wasted because it enabled you to open the door for you to find God.” Tim was never the same after his experience.  He has remarried and is doing well.  In fact, his spirit reflected the passage from Isaiah, “Tell everyone who is discouraged, ‘be strong and don’t be afraid!  God is coming to your rescue.  God will banish the enemies of discouragement, frustration and hopelessness.’” (Isaiah 35:4)

    Why this long illustration? What did Tim stumble into that might be of help to all of us?  When we look at our small congregation and the age of many of us, we can easily become discouraged that Centenary’s demise is near, that we are running out of money, that we have few children in our midst and that people are not flocking into our sanctuary to hear up-beat praise music. 

    Jesus had similar thoughts of discouragement flood his mind as well.  He watched people get up from their pews and leave church because they could not stand what he was preaching.  They said, “This teaching is too hard.  Who can listen to this stuff?”  (John 6:60)  The Scriptures tell us that many of his followers turned back and would not follow him any more.  Jesus turned to his disciples and said, “What about you?  Are you also going to leave me?”  (John 6:66f)

    Simply by living in this world, a number of us can become discouraged.  Jesus was not immune to frustration.  His listeners had been taught that obedience was the way to reverence God rather than living from a spirit of love.  It was hard to hear that the Kingdom of God was within them.  Their heritage told them that God was outside of them and that God came to his chosen in forms like burning bushes, pillars of fire and lived in a place called Heaven. But, Jesus discovered that discouragement is nothing more than a passing cloud.   

    A United Methodist Annual Conference in Oklahoma sponsored a photo contest some months ago.  Churches were asked to submit their best pictures featuring what faith looks like in the life of their church.  

    Try to imagine this happening in Bermuda.  The weather conditions produced a near perfect storm that inspired the photo contest.  An F-5 tornado formed. F-5s are the most powerful tornadoes that have been recorded.  This monster ravaged a number of communities in Oklahoma leaving a mile wide swath of devastation that stretched for 26 miles – larger than the size of our island.  A number of communities completely disappeared.

    One picture that was entered in the contest was taken near the ruins where one community’s church once stood.  Amidst the rubble was a children’s Sunday school chair.  The sign that was propped up on that chair communicated a lot of theology.  The sign read, “I am still here.”  

    Obviously someone had conquered being discouraged by replacing it with faith and trust in what people can do when they look at the rubble of their church and say with confidence, “We have faith much bigger than a grain of mustard seed and we command this rubble to be cast into the sea because we intend to build again!”

    Centenary may be small but so were Jesus and his band of disciples.  The other day Lois and I took eleven bags of canned and dry goods to St. John’s food bank.  The pantry had seven cans left on their barren shelves.  The woman said to me, “Sometimes saying ‘thank you’ to your congregation is not enough.  You must have a large congregation.”  I said, “Yes we do, but our size has more to do with our hearts than our numbers.” 

    If we look again at the scriptures that tell us of a very discouraged Jesus, we have to realize that the only reason we know about his life and teaching is because of what he asked his disciples to do during their last meal together.  His small congregation cast a giant shadow that eventually reached us with its message.  When we recognize that God is with us, there is no mountain we cannot climb.  There are no barriers.  We are living no-limit lives.  We need to celebrate this every day.  God creates through what we do.

    In April of this year, Rev. Gordon Cosby died at the age of 95.  When I was attending Wesley Seminary, the Church of the Savior in Washington, D.C. captured the imagination of many of us.  Gordon was the pastor of that church.  Part of the amazing story of this congregation was how challenging it was for people to become members.  They had to take courses.  As I recall, people joined in stages, e.g., first being an associate member and finally a full member after graduation. 

    The people that wished to join were asked to work as volunteers in shelters, soup kitchens and hospice units.  Everyone became a missionary whose mission field was the people in their sphere of influence.  The church in those days had only 87 full-members.  It was among the first churches in Washington, D.C. to be ethnically diverse and inclusive.  What is astounding is that the church’s budget in 1967 was one and a half million dollars.  We can hardly imagine that.

    One day a member of the church came to my seminary class to talk about his church from a layperson's perspective.  During his sharing he was telling us what happens to people once God becomes very real.  He told us that his salary was over $150,000.  He said that amount was way too much to pay him for a job he loved to do.  He indicated that he could live on one third that amount and have all his needs met.  Every year he gave $100,000 to the Church of the Savior.  He was not alone with such generosity.  The entire congregation was that way because they each experienced God just as Tim did. 

    Not all the gifts people gave were monetary.  As I mentioned, they had each become missionaries whose mission was to transform the lives of others while giving themselves away.  They each lived their message and asked nothing from others.  

    Before he left our classroom that day, he said,

There is no amount of money I could have given to have my spirit open to God the way it is for me today. The miracle is that what I experience is available to everyone simply by opening themselves to God and letting go of all the things that prevent that.  And, believe me, there are plenty of doubts, fears and a lack of trust that provide the excuses that stop our total transformation from happening.  I look on all you future pastors as colleagues because as an engineer, I am also a pastor without United Methodist credentials. I challenge you!  Learn to give away what you know, love your people and you will see that there are no barriers to being the church in this world.

    This is who we are at Centenary.  I want to thank all of you for what you do.  Now let us come to the Table and remember what it was Jesus asked us to be.  We were asked to say, “Yes,” not “How.”  God will always remain the creator.