Tuesday, August 4, 2015

"Why Can't We All Just Get Along?" (Part 2 of "Am I a Church Member?")

Ephesians 4:1-6
1 I therefore, the prisoner in the Lord, beg you to lead a life worthy of the calling to which you have been called, 2 with all humility and gentleness, with patience, bearing with one another in love, 3 making every effort to maintain the unity of the Spirit in the bond of peace. 4 There is one body and one Spirit, just as you were called to the one hope of your calling, 5 one Lord, one faith, one baptism, 6 one God and Father of all, who is above all and through all and in all.

There’s a story preachers like to tell of the little Baptist church in Mayfield County, Kentucky in the 1890s. The story goes something like this: the little Baptist church was only big enough for a part-time preacher and two deacons. One week, one of the deacons decided to put a simple, wooden peg on the wall in the entryway of the church for the pastor to hang his hat or his coat (depending on who’s telling the story). Well, before Sunday service, the other deacon noticed the peg on the wall and had what some folks might call a conniption. “How dare somebody put a peg up on the wall without first consulting me!” This second deacon then went about the business of pulling, twisting, and removing the peg from the wall. Well you can imagine what happened next: the first deacon arrived that morning, expecting to see the pastor’s hat and/or coat hanging on the peg he put up earlier that week, only to find the peg gone and a smug expression of triumph on the face of the other deacon.
It didn’t take long for an imaginary line to be drawn down the middle of the sanctuary. On one side were the first deacon and all of those folks who were “pro-peg.” Their arguments in favor of the peg revolved around the necessity of the pastor having a place to hang his hat so as not to have to deal with it, or a place to hang his coat so it wouldn’t wind up on a bench or bunched up on the floor. Some talked about how the church on the other side of town had an awful nice peg for their pastor to hang his hat or coat, so why shouldn’t they? The other side (those who sided with the deacon who was opposed to the peg) formed their arguments around things like tradition: “We’ve never had a peg before, why start now?” They also argued that such a peg would be a distraction for others in the congregation since they didn’t have a peg, and if the pastor got a peg, they all ought to get a peg, but seeing as how there wasn’t room in the little church for everybody to have a peg, no one should have a peg.
The poor pastor and the ministry of that little congregation were caught in the middle of a fight between two deacons, their allies, and their personal preferences and victories. The church eventually split in two. As the story goes, to this day, the good folks in Mayfield County, Kentucky still refer to the Baptists in that little community as the “peg Baptists” and “anti-peg Baptists.”[1]
It goes without saying (but I’ll say it anyway) that this isn’t what church unity looks like, yet too many times conflicts in congregations begin with silly little things like coat pegs. If this is a bad example, then what is a good example of unity in a congregation? What does Christian unity really look like among church members? Well, some might say it’s when all (or most) of the members agree on everything (or most everything), when most of the members of a congregation are on the same page about particular issues. I suppose the theory goes that if all the members of the church agree all the time then everything is ok: nothing could go wrong so long as everyone gets along and feels the same way about things. If I’m honest, I’m not too sure that’s what Christian unity among church members looks like…
At a church not too far from here, on a Sunday not too long ago (just a few decades), church members were joined hand-in-hand, some even arm-in-arm, on the steps leading to the front door of the sanctuary. They were singing together, praying together, shouting “Amen!” any time one of them said something to those who were looking on the rather unusual scene. Maybe they were causing a scene because few folks had witnessed such a unified congregation. Maybe the folks were watching because they had never seen such a site as so many Baptists coming together in unity to make a statement against what they saw as a social sin. You see, these members were unified, linked hand-in-hand and arm-in-arm in front of their sanctuary that Sunday morning because they all agreed—they were all in one accord—they decided nearly unanimously that they didn’t want any black families worshipping with them in their sanctuary—I’m not so sure that’s what Christian unity among church members is supposed to look like. So what does it look like when church members come together in Christian unity? Well…it’s simply complicated.
You see, it didn’t take too long for the Apostle Paul to figure out that Christian unity takes more than a common creed, worship services, and a shared zip code. Last week we heard just a few of the issues going on at the church in Corinth, and this week we’ve heard a plea from the apostle (or someone writing in his name) for Christian unity among the Christians at Ephesus and the other congregations that would receive and hear this letter. His plea is pretty simple and straightforward: “I…beg you to lead a life worthy of the calling to which you have been called, with all humility and gentleness, with patience, bearing with one another in love, making every effort to maintain the unity of the Spirit in the bond of peace. There is one body and one Spirit, just as you were called to the one hope of your calling, one Lord, one faith, one baptism, one God and Father of all, who is above all and through all and in all.” That’s easier said than done!
You see, I think it would have been easier for Paul—for all of us—if Jesus hadn’t come along preaching all that “good news.” What Jesus did, what the gospel does, is it flings open the doors, and it flings them open wide! Jesus came preaching a gospel that says God is love, and that love is for all. Now, here it might take a little exegetical explanation as to the declension of the Greek word (or words) often translated as “all.” You see, what these words actually mean is ALL! There’s no wiggle room; Jesus didn’t use a word that meant “all but the troublemakers,” or “all except the ones who don’t get it,” or “all but those who are the worst kind of sinner.” Jesus preached a gospel for everyone, for all, and when you fling the doors open wide, when you send the servants out to bring folks into the wedding banquet from the highways and hedges, when you welcome the reprobates, the lepers, the prostitutes, the scribes, the religious, the unreligious, the sinners, and the saints, well…they’re not all going to see eye-to-eye on every single issue. Maybe that’s the problem; maybe Jesus shouldn’t have held the doors open so wide; maybe Jesus shouldn’t have spread his arms so far on that cross…I don’t know…
            I don’t know: maybe if there had just been a list from the beginning, Christian unity would be easier. If there had just been an application form issued with the Sermon on the Mount, Paul could have avoided the sticky situations that call for such words as we’ve heard this morning. Maybe many a business meeting about carpet colors could have been settled within a matter of seconds rather than months as sides were drawn between “fuchsia” and “goldenrod.” Maybe all those tense deacons’ meetings could have been avoided, or all those pastors who’ve been run off could have stayed if there had just been a membership code describing who could and couldn’t be a part of the body of Christ. If Jesus had just said, “For God so loved those who fit the criteria…” then maybe church members could all get along. But Jesus didn’t say that—he said “all,” and “all” includes me and you and the person next to you and all the people we’d like to be here AND all the people we would like to keep away from here. Jesus flings the doors open wide, stretches his arms out far enough to include everybody, and if we’re all honest with each, it’s hard to get along with everybody.
            Maybe that’s why churches split sometime. Maybe that’s why there are Catholics, Lutherans, Presbyterians, Baptists, Quakers, Methodists, and Pentecostals. Maybe there are so many churches because when everyone is welcome to the wedding feasts, when everyone shows up to the family reunion, some of the cousins need to sit far away from one another. Maybe that’s it, but I have another thought, and I think it might hit a little closer to home.
            See, I’m nearly convinced that the reason Christian unity is so hard to keep among church members is because so many of us are determined to be right, determined to prove we’ve got it all figured out and everyone else ought to get on board with our way of thinking or else they’re going to wind up on Jesus’ bad side. We’re so sure that we’ve got it all figured out that if anyone disagrees with us, if they understand things a little differently, or if they see our way of life as less than perfect, well—they must be wrong about everything and therefore unfit to be a part of our fellowship. This plays out in the ways we fight over small, trivial things that have no real, eternal value, whether it’s coat pegs, carpet color, the height of the steeple, the style of worship, the dress code, the number of weekly services and their times, who can and can’t use the church van, or the removal of trees in the parking lot. When our opinions are countered, when others disagree with us, when something we’re so sure is right is questioned and our pride is wounded, well then it’s hard to get along.
            But what if we let all of that go? What if we stopped worrying about the small, insignificant things? What if we dared to admit we don’t have it all figured out, that we’re not so sure about some things, and there are probably a lot of things we’re getting wrong? What if we decided that since Jesus welcomed all we ought to do the same thing? What if we decided that in flinging the doors open wide we let in those who aren’t like us, those who don’t like us, and those we don’t like? What if we stopped worrying about being right and just started loving others the way Christ calls us to? You see, I’m growing more and more convinced that when that day comes, when I stand with Christ and no longer see (as Paul says) “as through a glass darkly,” Jesus is going to say to me, “Son, you were wrong about so much, and that’s alright, because my grace is sufficient, my love has won.”
            Why can’t we all just get along if we understand that we don’t have it all figured out? Why can’t we all get along if we know we’re probably wrong about a lot of things? Why can’t we all just get along if we live the way Jesus taught and showed us to live by stretching our arms open wide, by welcoming all the sinners and saints to the banquet table? You know something, I bet if we’d all be willing to lay aside the need to be right, to have it all figured out and prove it to others, if we’d lay that heavy burden down and take up Christ’s yoke of love—well, Christian unity might just break out among all of us. If we can put ourselves last—our preferences, our certainties, our egos, our pride, all of who we are, last—we just might be able to get along. We’d see what real Christian unity looks like as brothers and sisters serve together in the kingdom of God, as Republicans serve alongside Democrats, as whites serve alongside blacks, as ex-cons serve alongside widows, as kindergarteners serve alongside college professors, as addicts serve alongside deacons, as English speakers serve alongside those who habla EspaƱol, as Catholics work with Protestants, as Baby Boomers work alongside Millennials,  as sinners serve right alongside saints (and they all discover they’re really not that different). Why can’t we all just get along if we put ourselves and our self-made labels last and put each other first? Why can’t we all just get along if we’d just listen to Jesus and follow his example? What’s keeping us from doing that? What’s keeping you from doing that? Amen.





[1] You can find this story in countless sermon illustration sources, though there is no real, historical source for it. 

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