Should a Church Take Risks?
John Wilkinson
Third Presbyterian Church
January 19, 2003
Revelation 21:1-5
The title for this morning’s sermon is borrowed from a previous
sermon, preached by Conrad Massa from this pulpit in June
of 1971. The answer to the question then, “Should a Church
Take Risks?,” was “yes,” just as it would be this morning.
The presenting issue at that moment, some 32 years ago, was
whether the Presbyterian church should donate $10,000 to the
legal defense of Angela Davis, described in the language of
that moment as a “Black, militant, Communist.”
Some of you will remember that event as a watershed one for
the Presbyterian church, precipitating the defection, or at
least precipitating the perception of defection, of many members.
Like many Presbyterian conflicts before, then and since, we
battled over two issues – process and the question itself.
That is to say, could we give that money, and should we give
that money?
I have no intention to re-visit that controversy, at least
this morning. But the “could” and the “should” questions remain
more than a little relevant. Conrad Massa’s sermon that day
drew in broader topics – particularly the issues of race as
they played themselves out in the city of Rochester and the
broader culture. He used on that day the story of the Good
Samaritan to under gird his point, that Jesus’ admonition
to “love your neighbor” certainly had to include Angela Davis.
Should a church take risks? The question invites re-visiting
this morning. We are well on our way to losing the impact
of the holiday we mark tomorrow, honoring the birth of Martin
Luther King, Jr. And so I would like to go off-line from the
lectionary this morning, using Martin Luther King’s birthday
as the moment, using Conrad Massa’s question as the pivot
point.
In his final Sunday morning sermon, preached on March 31,
1968 in the soaring, gothic sanctuary of the Washington National
Cathedral, Dr. King admonished his listeners to “remain awake
during a great revolution.” He insisted then that three revolutions
were happening, and that we, that is, they, should not be
as Rip Van Winkle, falling asleep and waking up to a new world.
The three revolutions he identified seem hauntingly familiar
now almost 35 years later – technological, military (the ability
to build and use weapons of extraordinary power) and social
– represented by the freedom movements and the efforts toward
civil and human rights.
It is a sermon worth reading; it resonated then and it resonated
now. Reminding his no-doubt-cultured congregation that morning
of the abundance of resources held by America and Americans,
he first addressed racial discrimination, linking it to poverty
and then linking race and poverty to the Vietnam War. It was
this last topic – Vietnam – for which he gained much criticism,
from white and black Americans, those who were with him on
race and even poverty. To King, though, they were interrelated
– race, poverty, war.
His text that morning is the same one I just read, from the
Book of Revelation, John of Patmos’ visions of yearning for
a world yet to be, summarized by God’s promise to do a new
thing. A new thing, in King’s eye, in the manner that issues
of justice and peace were addressed in the life of the country
and the life of the world.
And so we re-visit that big question, should a church take
risks, prompted by this curious holiday, prompted more so
by the best of our tradition, including the history of this
congregation, prompted even more so by the texts that define
us, from John of Patmos and the prophet Isaiah, prompted by
the Trinity we know as the God whose justice we seek, Jesus
whose peace we make, and the Spirit whose freedom we share.
It is a complex conversation, too easily caricatured as the
way churches get involved in politics, and church members
being alternately happy or unhappy depending on whether they
are Democrats or Republicans and whether decisions reflect
those perspectives or not. It is more complex than that. It
is more complex than the reality of the nation in which we
live, where religion and government, defined in prior generations
as “church and state,” are not to be intermingled. And we
agree that they should not be, of course, or, rather, that
the government should not interfere with the practices of
religion or that religion should not carry undue or improper
influence on the workings of government.
But we would be neither good citizens nor faithful followers
of Christ if we checked our religion at the civic door or
left our politics in the church parking lot. The great movements
of American history have witnessed this interaction, religion
in public life, and have been transformed for the better:
the American Revolution, the struggle for abolition, the march
for civil rights. People of good faith, of very good faith,
have disagreed all the way through, have disagreed on tactics
and strategy, have disagreed on the “could” and “should” questions,
as they should, as we should. For us, though, the fundamental
question is a theological one, and we have answered that theological
question time after time with a resounding “yes.”
In one of the most influential books of the twentieth century,
Christ and Culture, H. Richard Niebuhr embraced for us the
model of Christ as “transformer” of culture, a “view of history
that holds that to God all things are possible in a history
that is fundamentally not a course of merely human events
but always a dramatic interaction between God and humanity.”
(page 194) Niebuhr places our tradition, Reformed, Presbyterian,
somewhere between two poles: we do not reject culture and
live apart from it and we do not fully embrace culture for
everything that it is. We transform it, or, rather, the spirit
of Christ transforms it through our actions.
That’s why it can never be as simple as the role of faith
in politics. William Sloane Coffin wrote that "there is a
real temptation to think that an issue is less spiritual for
being more political, that the sanctuary is too sacred a place
for the grit and grime of political battle.” (“The Politics
of Compassion,” in The Heart Is a Little to the Left,
page 17)
Our forebears took on the politicians, and rightly so – Calvin
in Geneva, Knox in Scotland, Witherspoon in colonial America.
People of faith from Walter Rauschenbusch to Dorothy Day to
Desmond Tutu have insisted on basic human needs as fundamentally
political manifestations of fundamentally religious affirmations.
And we may disagree with tactics and strategy, but we certainly,
at our best, have never questioned the primacy of the conversation.
We have not always been at our best, of course. That most
famous response of Martin Luther King’s, called now “A Letter
From a Birmingham Jail,” is written not as a response to politicians,
but to white religious leaders who counseled him to slow down,
questioning the appropriateness of the movement. I remember
several decades ago interviewing a then retired Presbyterian
minister, a campus chaplain at a great Southern university.
Regarding the civil rights movement, he said to me, “Whatever
we did, John, we didn’t do enough.” A conviction, a conviction
and a call to action.
And the action takes on many forms. Some of it is hands-on
– tutoring, food cupboards, dining room ministries, things
like Habitat for Humanity. Loving your neighbor takes on tangible
and immediate form. There are different gifts, to be sure.
Sometimes those gifts of hands-on service lead to other interesting
places, from one on one to a global, systemic view.
· A volunteer in a shelter then leads a project to
build affordable housing to end the need for a shelter.
· A tutor works with a child over the course of several
years, and then runs for school board to implement changes
for all students.
· A gay man experiences discrimination, joins a local
network, advocates for change, and several years later the
state of New York passes non-discrimination legislation.
· A group of law students at Northwestern University
becomes convinced that the application of the death penalty
in the state of Illinois is capricious and fundamentally flawed,
and several years later my former governor commutes the sentences
of all death row inmates.
None of these examples are simple, none without controversy,
none without people taking opposing views, none without voices
saying that religious people have no right to participate
at all in these conversations. But we have answered that question,
or, rather, the question has been answered for us. These are
the words to which Martin Luther King turned, to which we
turn: let justice roll down like an overflowing stream, love
your neighbor, blessed are the peacemakers.
Where might it begin, or, rather, continue for us? If Karl
Barth was right, that life is about living with a Bible in
one hand and the newspaper in the other, then we don’t need
to look very hard to discover where our conversations should
be. This morning’s paper reports on two sets of events happening
yesterday – one in Washington on war in Iraq and one in Rochester
on violence in our city. These are conversations that we as
people of faith should take seriously. The outreach and education
committees at Third Church are poised to help us with all
of this. But we should not off-load these conversations to
particular program areas. They are for all of us, all who
hear the words of Jesus and the prophets as calls to action
and invitations to take risks.
I can almost imagine Martin Luther King reading the words
from Revelation – I am about to do a new thing, the old has
passed way. What is that new thing? What old things need to
pass away? They are many, and complex, but such difficulties
and complexities should not deter us at all, but rather inspire
us, just as they inspired those who have gone before us in
this place.
And despite the complexities – should we give $10,000 to
help defend Angela Davis, for example – in some form it’s
not all that complex. Whatever we do, whatever new thing we
seek to envision, should embrace the commitments of peace
and justice as filter, leaven and benchmark. And love.
A few remarkable buildings lie within a few remarkable blocks
in the city of Atlanta. A modest house where a middle class
African-American minister’s family raised a son. A church,
Ebenezer Baptist, which served as clearinghouse for much of
the good of the 1960’s. And there is now, down the street,
a museum and gravesite. In the museum, tucked back in a corner
somewhere, is a little glass-booth display, papers and awards.
And there is a preacher’s robe, for King was, first and foremost,
a preacher.
And behind the robe, almost easily missed, is a little pocket
Bible. The image remains a strong one for me. The word, under
girding it all, backing it up, supporting, pushing forward.
The word. The word, which for this day and every day, insists
that the old things have passed away, and that God makes all
things new, insisting not only that a church should take risks,
but that a church must take risks.
Thanks be to God for the gift of the word, and for those
who, from season to season, invite us into its power and truth.
Amen.
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