This I Believe

Some years ago, on a hot summer day in south Florida, a little boy decided to go for a swim in the old swimming hole behind his house. In a hurry to dive into the cool water, he ran out the back door, leaving behind shoes, socks, and shirt as he went. He flew into the water, not realizing that as he swam toward the middle of the lake, an alligator was swimming toward the shore. His mother was in the house looking out the window, and she saw the two as they got closer and closer together. In utter fear, she ran toward the water, yelling to her son as loudly as she could. Hearing her voice, the little boy became alarmed and made a U-turn to swim to his mother. But it was too late. Just as he reached her, the alligator reached him. From the dock, the mother grabbed her little boy by the arms just as the alligator snatched his legs. That began an incredible tug-of-war between the two. The alligator was much stronger than the mother, but the mother was much too passionate to let go. Mercifully, a farmer happened to drive by, heard her screams, raced from his truck, took aim and shot the alligator. Quite remarkably, after weeks and weeks in the hospital the little boy survived. His legs were extremely scarred by the vicious attack of the animal, and on his arms, were deep scratches where his mother’s fingernails dug into his flesh in her effort to hang on to the son she loved. The newspaper reporter, who interviewed the boy after the trauma, asked if he would show him his scars. The boy lifted his pants legs. And then, with obvious pride, he said to the reporter, “But look at my arms. I have great scars on my arms too. I have them because my Mom wouldn’t let go.” Many of us have had mothers who exhibit or exhibited this kind of fierce love. Thank God! We are grateful. But it isn’t universally true. Some mother’s have not been able to be available, or offer a constructive presence in the lives of their children. For many of us, Mother’s Day is s time to remember, celebrate and honour our moms. Sadly, for some, it is a day of pain or regret or sorrow or brokenness. In response to both sets of circumstances, we try to move forward, determined to exhibit a fierce love for our children, or grandchildren, whether we are women or men. The bottom line is that we are all very human – imperfect – children of God, who were – or are – parented by imperfect, very human parents. We learn, we grow, we gain perspective in God’s abundant love. May we approach Mother’s Day with grace, humility, forgiveness and compassion for one another.

A few years ago there was an article in The Toronto Star entitled “The audacity of nope’” The article was about the proliferation of signs in Toronto telling you what you can and cannot do. The photo illustration was of a lamp standard with six signs attached:  To the left – No Parking/Taxi stand vehicles; and Tow-away Zone, and to the right, but indicating left: No Parking 8 am to 6 pm; and then also on the right: No Parking; No Stopping 7 am to 9 am – 4 pm to 6 pm Mon. to Fri; and a sign for both directions: No Standing 11:30-1:30 pm Monday to Friday. Obviously, you could get ticketed for pausing the length of time it takes to sort out in a human brain the seemingly contradictory messages and time constraints. I saved the article because I suspect that the dominant perception of the Christian life – by people who do not practice it – and some who do – is that we live in the land of nope. A suggestion that our faith, its teachings, and our God -- are all in the business of saying, “No!” and being a kill joy and a spoil sport. We are up against the dominant notion that to follow God is to navigate in the land with a colossal list of “Thou shalt not’s…” Don’t drink… Don’t smoke… Don’t gamble… Sit up straight in church… Don’t stick your gum under the pew… Don’t shop on Sunday’s… Don’t have sex standing up, it might lead to dancing… Don’t fool around… Don’t smile… Don’t mix with non-believers…Don’t have a good time… You get the picture! The article about street signs, contained a comment by Marcel Danesi, a semiotics professor at the U. of T. Danesi said, “This was the stuff of the priests who populated my childhood and adolescence, but now’ it’s the politicians and those people out there who try to impose. That official level... has taken over from God, hasn’t it?” Behind his comment, is the lingering or dominant perception that God’s business is still about saying, “Don’t…” And that religious faith inhibits or thwarts our happiness. But in our faith tradition, and our Biblical understanding, happiness comes as a bi-product – not the goal of life. As Christians, we learn that happiness is the bi-product of loving God, loving self, and loving one’s neighbour, and caring for this wonderful world that is God’s gift to us. The purpose of life is not self-indulgence, but loving God, serving others, and serving God’s world with justice, and compassion, and care. When we read the Gospels, we discover that the Christian life is not primarily about getting to heaven, avoiding hell, or fearing God. It is about loving God – being loved by God – and our whole-hearted participation in the Kingdom of God – here and now. That is, living-out God’s best hopes and dreams for the world – for the commonwealth of all. There are far more ‘Go and do...” or ‘Go and serve...’ or “Love as I love…” or “Let my joy be in you…” -- that there is ‘nope.’ It is a wonderful discovery that faith includes the opening up of the world, an opening up of possibilities -- rather than a narrowing. With you on the journey… Reverend Jim

Friends, let me share a favorite story about a community-wide Easter pageant. In this particular community, various people in the town were assigned, or recruited, or, volunteered to play the different characters in the Easter story. The character of Jesus went to a most unlikely person -- a big, burly, bar room brawler -- an oilfield worker. To say the least, he was the most unlikely person to be typecast as our Lord. After several weeks of rehearsals, the day of the Easter Pageant arrived. When they came to the part of the play where Jesus was being led away to be crucified, one little man, who was part of the crowd, got caught up in the emotion of the drama. With great energy he joined in the shouts of “Crucify him! Crucify him!” as Jesus was led away toward Calvary. Then, in the midst of shouting insults at the top of his lungs, he accidentally sprayed some spit in the face of the character playing Jesus, just as “Jesus” walked by carrying the cross on his back. The oilfield worker stopped in his tracks, reached up and wiped his face dry. Then he looked at the little man and boldly said: “I’ll be back to take care of you after the resurrection!” Right on! That’s the truth of the resurrection: God raised Jesus from the dead, and Jesus by his Spirit comes back “to take care of us.” Not in the sense that he will settle old scores, or take a round out of us, or be our “holy bouncer,” but in the sense that He will be present to us with the love and compassion and mercy of God. As a companion in life, he will bless and befriend us with healing and encouragement. He did come back to take care of us! Sunday we have the joy of celebrating the resurrection of Christ. We can share worship with joy and hope. Grace and peace to all as we lean into the Resurrection, - Reverend Jim Cairney