Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Christamas Eve Meditation: 2007

Christmas Eve Meditation: 2007 Ken Shigematsu

Ron Rolheiser tells the story of a four-year-old girl who awoke one night frightened, convinced that in the darkness around her were all kinds of ghosts and monsters. She ran to her parents’ bedroom. Her mother calmed her down, and taking her by the hand led her back to her own room where she put on a light and assured the child with these words: “You don’t need to be afraid, honey. God is in the room with you.” The child replied, “Yeah, I know God is here, but right now… I need someone in this room with some skin!”

What that girl said gives us the reason for Christmas…

The Gospel writer John in the first chapter of his Gospel tells us that God—became flesh, became a human being and moved in the neighborhood…

In John’s first epistle: we read how John and his friends heard God when they heard Jesus, saw God when they saw Jesus, even touched God when they touched Jesus…

John says the invisible God appeared right before their eyes!

“God took on flesh… human flesh… became a human being--because like this little girl, we all need a God with some skin…

Can imagine feeling breath of Jesus—the breath of the one who breathed the universe into existence!

But that was 2000 years ago when John and his friends, heard, saw, and touched Jesus--but where does that leave us?

I live in 2007, when can I touch the hand of God?

When will you see the Messiah?



As a 10 years old—even though I was underage—I talked my way into getting a paper route with the Vancouver Sun… I was told by the paper shack manager I was too young… I responded by saying, Sir, I’ve wanted to be a paper boy ever since I was five years old… how many of your other carriers can claim, they’ve been wanting to do their job for half of their life? I may be small, but come rain, snow, sleet or hail… I shall deliver…


At least that’s what I remember… probably what I really said… come on… please give me the job!

I don’t remember how many papers I had on my route, I do remember in the front of my BMX, I had an ET style paper rack bolted to front my handle bards, filled with so many papers my bike ended up steered itself. Sometimes, I also had two paper bags one slung over each shoulder—like a Mexican gun fighter with really big guns and sometimes I wore one Sherpa style on my back with a strap over my forehead.

I know we don’t get many white Christmases here, but one year here in the Lower Mainland there a big snow fall… too much snow for me to ride my bike… even too much snow for someone to drive a car… I remember looking out the window and dreading the fact that I would have to walk my entire route dragging my load behind me…

My mom tried to cheer me up by saying…

“I can see how anxious you are, don’t worry…”

In the garage, there’s a sled… and I’ll help you pull…”

At the age of 10 I didn’t know who God was, but looking there in snow, I had chance to see “God with some skin… wearing with mittens.”

Has something like this ever happened to you? Have you ever experienced “God with skin”?

God’s love shown to you through a human face…

Christmas means we can see God in others…

It also means that God can be seen in us--if receive Christ into our lives.

Jacqueline Croswhite used attend Tenth Avenue Church before she and her husband Chris moved to Utah.

Years ago when we were in the old hall, Jacqueline shared a story… about a man who was delivering some gifts to a poor family in need. The person… knocked on the door and a mother answered and there were three young children who came to the door with her.

The person… said to the mom I hope this is not embarrassing, but I’ve brought you some groceries, some winter clothes and coats, and some toys for the kids. While he was giving the mother and the kids their gifts… One of the young girls was staring at him intently… After he had given them all their gifts… The young girl spoke up and asked, “Mr. are you God.?”

He said, no… I’m not God--I’m just a friend of God…


He was right. But in a sense, he was God (to her)… “God with skin.”

No matter how or old or how young we are, no matter what we have done or have not done, if we become friends with God, friends with Jesus Christ “God with skin”--we can be “God with skin” to others…

We can be part of the body of Christ in the world…

You have the heart of God, will you have compassion?

Look at your feet… these are the feet of God where you will you go?


Look at your hands… these are hands of God… what will you do?

(The message can be heard on line at: www.tenth.ca/audio)
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Saturday, December 22, 2007

A Waiting Faith (Dec. 23, 2007)

Christmas Message: December 23, 2007 Ken Shigematsu

Title: A Waiting Faith…

Big Idea: What God does in us while we wait is just as important as what we are waiting for…

We live in the Cambie area and so with all the Canada Line (i.e., the new subway line) construction along the Cambie Street we’ve spent quite a lot of time in the last couple years waiting in traffic… (and learning the best back roads). This time of the year traffic generally is heavier as people are out and about getting ready for the holidays… it’s the time of the year when the lines at the supermarket, the post office, and shops are longer…

But, it’s not just at Christmas time that we wait… we spend a good deal of our lives waiting in a more general sense…

As children we wait to start school and then we wait for vacation, and then we wait for school to start again. Years later, we wait to graduate. We wait for a job. We wait to find a partner… We wait to leave a difficult relationship… We wait for children and then down the road we wait to come for our children to experience a “turning point.” We wait to be successful…we wait to feel comfortable in our own skin.

For most of us, waiting is hard. We love things to come to us right away, this is why fast food is such a huge business (even though we know it’s not good for us), it’s why we use the microwave so much, why we text message each other…

We don’t like to wait, but waiting is a necessary part of God’s economy.

Simone Weil the French mystic says, “Waiting patiently in expectation is the foundation of the spiritual life.”

This why the Psalmist in Psalm 37:7 exhorts us to rest in the LORD, and wait patiently for him…

43X we are told in the Hebrew Scriptures (or the Older Testament) to “wait on the LORD.”

Luke’s gospel opens with pictures of God’s people who are waiting: Zacharias and Elizabeth wait as a couple past child-bearing years for a baby to be born; Mary, a teenager, waits for Jesus to be born; Simeon and Anna wait for the opportunity to see the Saviour….

This morning by looking at Simeon, we’re going to explore the question why does God allow to us wait?

Joseph and Mary have brought their baby Jesus to the Temple dedicate him to the LORD, as was the custom of their day.

Please turn to Luke 2:25-33 (NOTE FOR POWERPOINT THE SCRIPTURE HAS BEEN ABBREVIATED):
25 Now there was a man in Jerusalem called Simeon, who was righteous and devout. He was waiting for the consolation of Israel, and the Holy Spirit was on him. 26 It had been revealed to him by the Holy Spirit that he would not die before he had seen the Lord's Messiah. 27 Moved by the Spirit, he went into the temple courts. When the parents brought in the child Jesus to do for him what the custom of the Law required, 28 Simeon took him in his arms and praised God, saying:
29 "Sovereign Lord, as you have promised, you may now dismiss your servant in peace.
30 For my eyes have seen your salvation,
31 which you have prepared in the sight of all nations:
32 a light for revelation to the Gentiles, and the glory of your people Israel."
33 The child's father and mother marveled at what was said about him.
Simeon and his people the Israelites had been living in a land dominated by the iron-fisted, dictatorial rule of Rome. They were living in fear of cruel King Herod and felt like slaves. Simeon was a man who had been waiting all of his life for a Savior who would deliver his people. Simeon and his people yearned for a Messiah who would lead them and set them free them.
Among Jews of Simeon’s day one of the popular titles of Messiah was Comforter. The prophet Isaiah had prophesied years before:
1 Comfort, comfort my people, says your God.
2 Speak tenderly to Jerusalem, and proclaim to her that her hard service has been completed, that her sin has been paid for…
That the glory of the Lord would be revealed on his people’s behalf.
God made promise years before through Isaiah and other prophets that he would send a comforter, a “Prince of Peace” who would deliver his people…and the people of the world.

When Simeon saw the 6 week old baby Jesus in the temple courts, he knew that God’s promise had been kept, he prays…
29 "Sovereign Lord, as you have promised, you may now dismiss your servant in peace.
(The Latin phrase famous in church history nunc dimittis… (you may now dismiss your servant in peace… the waiting is done) comes from this verse…
30 For my eyes have seen your salvation,
31 which you have prepared in the sight of all nations:
32 a light for revelation to the Gentiles, and the glory of your people Israel."
Simeon had been waiting for the Savior of the world because the Holy Spirit had revealed to him that he would not die until he had seen this gift from God…
But why does God allows Simeon to wait...? Simeon was nearly eighty years old and had waited a long time to see the Saviour

Why does God allow Simeon to wait for years?

Why does God allow Anna, the devout 84 year old widow who was fasting and praying at the Temple night and day to wait for decades?

God could have sent Simeon or Anna an email just before Jesus was born letting him know Jesus would be born on such and such date on such on such time at such and such a place and that would have saved the ache of waiting…

Sometimes God allows us his people to wait…

In my morning Bible reading this past week, I read from Habakkuk 2:3

3 For the revelation awaits an appointed time; it speaks of the end and will not prove false. Though it linger, wait for it…

Some times God makes a promise and the fulfillment of it seems delayed and we wait…

God promises Abraham at age 75 and his wife Sarah at age 65 that would have child. When do they receive their child 9 months later? Two years later? 5 years later? Not until almost 25 years later when Abraham is 100 and Sarah is ninety…

Why does God allow Joseph an innocent man, who honors God to wait in prison for two years before he’s released?

Why God allow Simeon and also Anna to wait a life-time for the Savior?

Why does God allow us to wait?

Why does God allow us to wait for __________...

Fill in the blank with whatever it is or whoever it is you’re waiting for?

At this time I’m going to invite Alex Thompson one of our children’s pastors to come forward… (I’m going to ask her a couple of questions).

Ken: Alex, can you tell me of a time when you experienced waiting in your life?

Yes, my stay in Canada involved a lot of waiting. I was born in Guatemala. My mom works as a diplomat for the government of Guatemala. When I was 14 years old, my mom was transferred to Vancouver.

Once we arrived here, I had a strong sense that Vancouver would become my home. We lived here for about 5 years and then it was time to move again! My mom was transferred to Texas. All of us moved and while we lived there, I still longed for Vancouver to be my home. I did not know what to do with this strong feeling of longing.

I looked into the possibilities of moving back to Vancouver to do my post-secondary education and even this seemed too difficult and complicated due to immigration and financial matters. As I studied my options to return here, there were many friends and family who pointed out the difficulties and impossibilities of this dream for me.

My mom could not understand my longing either and as I heard all these voices in my life, it seemed crazy to keep on hoping and believing that this longing had come from God and that it was real.

I ended up waiting for 8 months to return to Vancouver and 11 years to actually become a permanent resident in Canada. The waiting period was long and not easy. I often wondered:
-How much did God want me to do and how long did I have to wait for Him?
-Was this longing coming from God or was it my own longing?
-When things seemed hopeless, I even wondered, “Was God in the midst of all this?”

Ken: What did this teach you about yourself and about God?

In retrospect, I know now that my life is not a series of accidental circumstances but rather a careful and ordained plan. Part of this plan was God’s perfect timing; He actually prepared me to receive his gift for me. At the end when things worked out for me to be here, I knew more about God’s character, His love, his provision, and his faithfulness. What was interesting was that if I was able to just stop and “smell the roses” rather than worrying… I was able to see how God put little buds of hope throughout my waiting time. He was actually there and he was deeply involved and caring for me.
Our waiting time is not always resolved neatly… but our waiting time is never wasted.
As Alex looked back, God did something in her while she waited. She learned God’s character, love, provision and faithfulness.
Henry Nouwen says, ‘Waiting is a period of learning. The longer we wait, the more we hear about him for whom we are waiting. Waiting is not a static state. It is a time when God is working behind the scenes and the primary focus of his work is on us.”
In Eugene Peterson’s paraphrase of Romans 8: 24, he says that “waiting does not diminish us, any more than waiting diminishes a pregnant mother. We are enlarged in the waiting.” While we wait, God is creating his life in…
What kinds of things does God does God enlarge in us while we wait?
As we wait, we learn humility. As Alex waited, she realized that God had a careful, ordained time table for her.
Someone has said, “When we wait, we realize that God is not in our appointment book. We are in God’s appointment book; we are part of his time table.”
Philips Brooks was a pastor renowned for his gentle spirit and enormous patience. One day a friend walked into his study and found him pacing back and forth very agitated. His friend was shocked! “Dr. Brooks, what is the matter?” his friend asked. “I am in a hurry,” he said, “but God is not!” Often, we desperately want something that may be legitimate and worthwhile and there is nothing we can do, but wait.
And waiting humbles us because it makes realize we are not in control.
As was true for Simeon… waiting for something that God has promised us fills us with hope… Alex spoke about how God placed in her “buds of hope” during her waiting time.
Paul says in Romans 5 while we're waiting for God to set everything right, we suffer. But suffering produces perseverance, and perseverance produces character, and character produces hope.
Romans 8… (POWER POINT) 23 We… groan inwardly for the redemption of our bodies. 24 For in this hope we were saved. But hope that is seen is no hope at all. Who hopes for what they already have? 25 But if we hope for what we do not yet have, we wait for it patiently…
David Peterson, former pastor at the First Presbyterian Church in Spokane, Washington, told about a time when he was preparing his sermon. His little daughter came in and said, "Daddy, can we play?" He answered, "I'm awfully sorry, Sweetheart, but I'm right in the middle of preparing this sermon. In about an hour I can play."

She said, "Okay, when you're finished, Daddy, I am going to give you a great big hug."
He said, "Thank you very much." She went to the door and (these are his words) "Then she did a U-turn and came back and gave me a chiropractic, bone-breaking hug." David said to her, "Darling, you said you were going to give me a hug after I finished."

She answered, "Daddy, I just wanted you to know what you have to look forward to!"
One meaning of Christmas is that God wants us to know, through this First Coming, how much we have to look forward to in the great Second Coming.

Or through our going to be with him at the end of our lives. I find elderly people, who are experiencing health challenges at time have an intense longing for the savior.
Writer Luci Shaw talks about her father, a man of God, who was stricken with leukemia in his senior years. In the final weeks of his illness he wrote a farewell letter to all his friends describing his excitement at the prospect of heaven and meeting Christ face to face. He wrote: “I feel like a boy expecting a new bicycle.” He could hardly wait. He was an impatient man, according to Lucy, but he was filled with hope…hope that one day he would experience his Maker, his Christ, face to face.
Waiting can fill us with humility—God is in control of the time-table and it can fill us with hope…. And sense of God’s presence…
When Christian psychologist Dr. Larry Crabb was speaking here last year he said, One Saturday afternoon, as 3 year old, I decided I was a big boy and could use the bathroom without anyone's help.

So I climbed the stairs, closed and locked the door behind me, and for the next few minutes felt very self-sufficient.

Then it was time to leave. I couldn't unlock the door. He said, “I tried… but I couldn't do it. I panicked. "I might spend the rest of my life in this bathroom." My parents heard my desperate scream. "Are you okay?" Mother shouted through the door. "Get me out of here!" I shouted.

He said, “I wasn't aware of it right then, but Dad raced down the stairs, ran to the garage got the ladder and leaned it against the side of the house just beneath the bathroom window. He pried the window open, then climbed into my prison, walked past me, turned the lock and opened the door.

"Thanks, Dad," Larry said—and ran out to play. Larry said, That's how I thought the Christian life was supposed to work. When I get stuck in a tight place, I should do all I can to free myself. When I can't, I should pray. Then God shows up. He hears my cry—"Get me out of here! I want to play!"—and unlocks the door to the things I desire.

Sometimes he does. But now, no longer three years old and approaching sixty, I'm realizing the Christian life doesn't usually work that way… we often wait..

We may not be admitted to school we want to attend or get job we want, or relationship we want… . or friends betray us, or find ourselves in financial trouble, or kids aren’t doing well or our health nosedives…

God has climbs through the small window into of my dark room.

But he doesn't walk by me unlock the door and open it. Instead, he sits down on the bathroom floor and says, "Come sit with me!" He seems to think that climbing into the room to be with me matters more than letting me out to play.

I don't always see it that way. "Get me out of here!" I scream. "If you love me, unlock the door!" Larry says, either we can keep asking God to give us what we think will make us happy—to escape our dark room and run to the playground of blessings—or we can accept his invitation to sit with him, for now, perhaps, in darkness, and to seize the opportunity to know him better and also him create humility and hope and other virtues in us.
Know that if you are in a time of waiting in dark for something that you deeply long for, this season is not wasted, but that God is with you and doing something powerful in you… building in humility and hope… and other virtues….
Henry Nouwen wrote about some friends who were trapeze artists (Powerpoint image) called “The Flying Roudellas.” They told Nouwen that there is a special relationship between the flyer and the catcher on the trapeze. This relationship is governed by important rules such as “the flyer is the one who lets go,” and “the catcher is the one who catches.” If the flyer swings high in the trapeze high above the crowd, the moment comes when he must let go. He flings his body out into mid air; his job is to keep flying and wait for the strong hand of the catcher to take hold of him at just the right moment. One of the “Flying Roudellas” told Nouwen, “The flyer must never try to catch the catcher. The flyer’s job is to wait in absolute trust. The catcher will catch him, but he must wait.” (2x)
43 times in the Old Testament we are told to wait… Simeon waited for the Saviour, so did Anna and will we in our way…
Some of you have let go of what it is God has called you to let go of, but you can't feel God's hand catching you yet. Will you wait in absolute trust? Will you be patient? Waiting requires patient trust. That's the first thing waiting on God requires. The second one is this…
Are you waiting for something?
Are you waiting in fear, or in trust?
Are you waiting impatiently, or with hope?
Open your hands and place into God’s hand the things for which you are waiting …as the flyer to the catcher.

(The sermon can be heard on line at: www.tenth.ca/audio)

Saturday, December 15, 2007

Christmas Meditation (December 16, 2007)

Christmas Meditation December 16, 2007

Meditation 1

BI: No outsiders to God


Vancouver has become more multi-cultural than Los Angeles or New York City.

According to the recently released census data—4 in 10 people in here Vancouver were born in another country.

Like almost half of you here, I too was born in another country…

So—was my wife and so was the dog… (in case you were wondering the dog was born in Mexico).

I was born in Tokyo, Japan. When I was two our family moved to New York City (briefly), then to London, England for 5 years (where I developed a British accent—my mother tells me one phrase I tended to overuse as a cheeky seven year old was not necessarily), then we moved here to Greater Vancouver. After high school I moved to Chicago. Then back to Tokyo, then to Boston, then to LA and then back to Vancouver.

Being an immigrant is an adventure, but you also feel a bit like an outsider…

As a teenager in Surrey… I remember my white football teammate and best friend, John McQuarrie trying to feel less self-conscious by reassuring me… “Ken, I see you as a white guy… that just reminded me of how different I was in what was then a white neighborhood… I would have felt better if John would have said… I think of you as black…. kind of like Jerry Rice the star wide receiver for the San Francisco 49ers… (check dates), but I was dropping way too many of his passes in practice to draw any such comparisons…

When I got my first job out of undergrad in Tokyo, Japan… I thought--finally, I’ll fit in like everyone… No one will know I’m different… I look Japanese…. I am Japanese… When I was coming home from work late on the Tokyo subway--late as in around 11 p.m. and the subway would be fairly empty, I’d throw off my suit jacket, loosen my tie and sit stretch out like this and people would just stare at me… (like I was really weird). I later learned that in Japan because space is so limited--even when you’re alone in the subway you sit so as to conserve space.

If you’ve ever felt like an outsider because of where you’ve come from or how you look or your social status, your age, or because what you’ve done… or what you haven’t done… know the Christmas story is a story of about an outsider… It’s story is about a family of refugees…

After Jesus Christ was born, and had been presented with gifts from the Magi of gold, frankincense and myrrh, we read in Matthew’s Gospel 2:13:

(13 When they (the Magi) had gone an angel of the Lord appeared to Joseph in a dream. "Get up," he said, "take the child and his mother and escape to Egypt. Stay there until I tell you, for Herod (the reigning King) is going to search for the child to kill him."

Dr. Raymond Bakke an urban scholar reminded me as a young pastor here at 10th Avenue that Jesus was a baby born in Asia… where nearly half of the world is from…
He also pointed that Jesus as an infant became an African refugee when the family fled to Egypt…. and that half of the 18 million migrants in the world are Africans. Jesus lived the African migrant experience…

Jesus was born into a world 2000 years ago--where blood line meant everything. Herod, the Great, the reigning king during Jesus’ birth, had his genealogical records destroyed out of vanity because he wanted no one to know that he was a Moabite (obviously he wasn’t entirely successful)…

Jesus was the one person in all of human history who could have—if he wanted to—chosen his bloodline (do you think he did?). As Matthew makes an effort to note in the first chapter of his gospel, Jesus wove into his family tree people with scandalous backgrounds. He also chose to graft into his family tree the blood of the despised peoples of the world: the Canaanites, the Hittites, the Moabites. Despite the waspy portraits of Jesus you may have seen on your grandmother’s kitchen wall (with praying hands, eyes pointed upward), let’s remember Jesus was born a Jew…. He bore in his veins the blood of the despised and persecuted peoples’ of the world, because he wanted the whole world to know he was giving his life for them…

Jesus was the one person in history who could have chosen his socio-economic status before he was born… He could have chosen to have been born into a family with the net worth of Louis the fourteen, the Rockefellers, and the Bill and Melinda Gates combined. But, Jesus chose to be born into a poor family, literally into a borrowed stable and was homeless for much of his adult life.

Jesus knows what it is to be an outsider and part what the story of God becoming a human being tells us as far as God is concerned there are no outsiders…

Part of what Christmas story tells is that there are no outsiders, no strangers, no orphans to God…

If you’ve ever felt like an outsider—know you’re in good company—Jesus was the ultimate outsider, but you can choose to be on the inside with him…




Meditation #2

Timothy George says that when he was a student at Harvard Divinity School, he learned preaching from Dr. Gardner Taylor, a pastor of African ancestry serving in New York City. George said, “I will never forget those lectures. I remember Taylor telling us a story from when he was preaching in the South during the Depression. The electricity was just coming into that part of the country and he was out in a rural black church that had just one little light bulb hanging down from the ceiling to light up the whole sanctuary. Taylor was preaching away and in the middle of the sermon, all of a sudden the electricity went out. The building went pitch black and Dr. Taylor being a young preacher didn’t know what to say. He stood silent in the darkness not knowing what to do until one of the elderly deacons sitting in the back of the church cried out, ‘Preach on, preach on , Preacher! Preach on! Preach on! We can still see Jesus in the dark.’”

Isaiah says of the coming of Jesus in Isaiah 9:2:

2 The people walking in darkness have seen a great light; on those living in the land of deep darkness a light has dawned.

No matter how dark you your world may become… know

So during this time of the year, when the nights are at their longest… just remember Jesus said, "I am the light of the world…

Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life."


(The sermon can be heard on line at: www.tenth.ca/audio)

Saturday, December 08, 2007

The Christmas and Camelot (Dec/9. 2007)

David_M12 Ken Shigematsu: Dec. 9, 2007

Title: Christmas and Camelot

Text: Luke 1: 30-33; 2 Samuel 7: 11, 16

Big Idea: Because of Christmas we can experience Camelot.

Earlier in the fall when I was in Boston I spoke for one of Inter-Varsity Christian Fellowships at Harvard University. Afterwards, I went to a student party at one of the student houses. I got into a conversation with a second year student. He told me, I’m taking a year off school to help with the Barack Obama campaign. He said, “I’m working 7 days week, 12 hours a day, I’m tired, but very excited.”

I said, “I’m a fan of Barack Obama.” He said, “I know that the polls show that we are behind Hillary Clinton, but I know that we can win. And if Barak Obama becomes president, as someone who was a member of President Kennedy’s administration recently told me, he will change the face of politics, he will establish a political new order, as JFK did.

Like that student that I talked with, all of us, at least to some degree, have a longing to live in a world where there is great leadership. Whether we use the expression or not, we all have a longing for “Camelot.” At some level, we all yearn for the legendary reign of King Arthur, who, according to legend, led an ideal epoch, filled with justice and peace, beauty and wisdom.

Though, in my view, this was not as true in his lifetime, at the time of former Prime Minister Pierre Elliot Trudeau’s death, many Canadians looked back at his political leadership with a sense of wistfulness and longed for another leader who could help to define us as a nation.

And many people south of the border long for Camelot for another leader like John Kennedy, who though like Trudeau had his distracters, also symbolized hope for many.

If we don’t follow politics, we’ve all likely had a yearning for a great father or father-figure or a great partner to influence our lives for the good…

And so it was for the people of Israel 2000 years ago. The people of Israel were living in a shadow, under the iron-fisted rule of Rome. They felt like slaves under Rome’s dictatorial regime. They longed for a king, not just any king, but a king like David…a king that would fulfill all that David represented: a passion for God, skillful leadership, prosperity and justice for all. They longed for a father… for a Messiah…

And in this season of longing an angel approaches a teen-age Israelite from a peasant family and says to her in Luke 1 and says…

30 But the angel said to her, "Do not be afraid, Mary, you have found favor with God. 31 You will conceive and give birth to a son, and you are to call him Jesus. 32 He will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High. The Lord God will give him the throne of his father David, 33 and he will reign over the house of Jacob forever; his kingdom will never end."

Mary, this teen-age peasant, was told that she would miraculously conceive; that is, she would conceive without having sexual union with a man, but as the Holy Spirit came upon her…she would conceive and give birth to a son who as the angel prophesied would be called the Son of the Most High, and that God would give him the throne of his forefather David…and that this son of David would reign forever and ever… and of his Kingdom there would be no end…

These are great lofty words, of course… but they take on even more significance when we understand their historic context.

This fall we have been studying the life of David and some weeks back we looked at 2 Samuel 7. David has become the new king of Israel. One day he looks around and realizes he was living in a beautiful cedar palace, but “The Lord is dwelling in just a tent.” The Ark of the Covenant, which symbolized the presence of God, dwelt in the tent …the tabernacle.” So, David says to himself, “I will build God a house,” and talked it over with his pastor Nathan. Like any pastor in that situation would do, Nathan encouraged him to go for it.

In 2 Samuel 7: 3, Nathan says to David: “Whatever you have in mind, go ahead and do it, for the Lord is with you.”

But that night God spoke to Nathan and said, “David is not the one to build my house.” So Nathan awkwardly and sheepishly returned to David and said, “I am going to have to remove the building permit that I issued to you yesterday.”

But God says to David through Nathan, “You will not build me a house. I will build you a house.

In 2 Samuel 7: 11 we read:
" 'The LORD declares to you that the LORD himself will establish a house for you.
Then in vs. 16 God says to David:
16 Your house and your kingdom will endure forever before me; your throne will be established forever.' "
David says to God, “I want to build you a house,” and God says, “No, you are not the one to do that. I will build you a house.
What does God mean when he said, “I will build you a house”? What does God mean when he says, “I will build you a house with a throne that will last forever”?
In 586 BC, Jerusalem falls to Babylon, and from that time forward there has been no descendant of David on the physical throne of Israel. So, did the promise of God fail?
The descendant of David that God was referring to would come years later through the womb of this teen-age virgin called Mary, who miraculously conceived as the Holy Spirit descended upon her. And her son was referred to as the Son of David. The Son of Man. The Son of God, Jesus Christ. He was crucified at age 30 on a Roman cross bearing in his body our sins; he was buried and then raised on the third day; and he has been exalted at the right hand of God, and he is and he shall reign on the throne of David forever and ever!
Part of the reason why we celebrate Christmas is because Christmas reminds us that Camelot has come…that the great promised King has come to us in Jesus Christ…that his reign is present now, and shall be even greater in days ahead—and He shall last forever and ever.
Many of us are drawn to movies like Braveheart, Gladiator or Lord of the Rings because these movies represent a leader who conquers tyranny and injustice.
A pastor I know came across a web page for people who love J. R. R. Tolkein, the author of Lord of the Rings.
One of the women started a message called Tolkein and Christianity.
The woman wrote, “I have gotten to know you well over the years (through the message board), and I hope you aren’t offended, but just wanted to know if you see any Christian themes in Tolkein.” And almost everyone said, “We are not offended by your saying that, but, no, we don’t really see it.” And they asked, “How do you see the Christian themes in Tolkein?”
“I think the reason I find this so fascinating is because of the deeply-seated and frantic hunger I have inside that these stories are somehow true. It is a yearning I expect many of you share. It is as though I am watching the shadows move sometimes, playing their parts against the screen, thrilling me with the story and yet hurting me so terribly because they are just shadows as ephemeral as time. But, once I detected that there was a real person behind all the shadows, a character who is Frodo, Sam, and Aragorn distilled all into one, and as human and as intense and as romantic and as honorable as any, it eased a desperate sorrow that nothing else in the world can.”
This woman realized that Jesus was the King that has come into this world.
Unlike a movie like Lord of the Rings or Gladiator, where we are inspired with hope for a couple of hours, then walk out of the movie theatre and lose the inspiration, when the reign of the King Jesus Christ comes into our life, we can have a lasting strength and peace as he establishes his reign in our lives… and he brings a reign of strength and peace and justice and wisdom not only to us to our hearts, but through us to others… to our community and to our world…. He makes a difference, but through us to the world….
What does this mean for us?
At this time I want to invite Phil Reilly to come forward to talk about how the reign of God has made a difference in his life. Phil has been coming here to Tenth for about 4.5yrs with his wife Louise, and more recently their son Samuel who is just a little under 2yrs of age. They are members here and Phil now leads the Third service Pastor which has been running for a few months.

If you don’t know already guessed I’m from Scotland – Aberdeen Scotland. A place of magnificent beauty and the oil capitol of Europe that nestles on the North-East coast of Scotland. This is where I grew up, attended school, University, was married and where I experienced Church and learnt about this Saviour King Jesus we have already been hearing about.

This discipline I have engaged in of looking back over my life for today’s contribution to trace God’s faithfulness, love and mercy has been life giving, humbling and very, very interesting. So I trust that what I share with you all will have some resonance.

A good friend of mine back home in Scotland is an incredible landscape artist. He paints massive canvas pieces of wonderful Highland scenes, or monstrous seascapes, dissects them into panels and then etches scripture passes over them. Interspersed on each panel are pinpricks of light – some small and intense, others blurred and meshed into the canvas and others large and bright that cast shadows both near and far. These pinpricks of light he says are those times in our lives where God has met with us. And so it is has been with my life.

As I have already said I grew up in Aberdeen. I was the second child born to my Parents having an older sister Marie-Louise 3yrs older and later a younger sister Esther, 3 yrs younger than myself. At the time of my birth my Father (although being a pretty successful jazz singer) had his own steel fabrication business. At that time Aberdeen was thriving – lots of opportunity for entrepreneurs - oil was booming in the North-East. My Dad took the opportunity to ply his skills of fabrication work and engineering and went with it.

My Mother grew up in a very conservative North East Brethren home. Let me just explain very briefly what is meant by using the term Brethren. Essentially the Brethren or Plymouth Brethren as it is known in the British Isles was born in the early 19th Century. The assemblies which are a form of conservative Protestanism are led by Elders and not a Pastor. My experience of the Gospel Halls was that they were very conservative and although we use the TNIV translation of the Bible here at Tenth, I still admit to having a preference of hearing the King James version being read out loud – just brings back nice memories –So that is where I have my deepest Spiritual roots – the Brethren Gospel Hall. My mother, who also grew with the same experience would readily admit that her one major act of rebellion was marrying my Father. My Father, on the other hand had been born in Calcutta, India. His Father was Irish Catholic - a Gordon Highlander who had gone with the British army to lay the long and winding railway. My Grandmother (on my Father’s side) was East Indian, and when the British left in 1948 my Dad and his family of 12 brothers and sisters (I said they were Irish Catholic!) left for the UK eventually settling in Aberdeen. It was here that my Father learnt his tradesman skill that would lay the foundation for his business.

My Dad’s business (Reilly fabrication) was successful – but it became abundantly clear to those closest around him that it was becoming too successful, too quickly and that he simply didn’t have the business acumen, or the right people around him to correctly administer and manage this success. He instead began to squander the company’s profit on alcohol, gambling and other self-indulgent vices. My Mum recalled recently with me a conversation she had at one of the darkest episodes of the business with a site foreman for my Dad’s company asking why his staff had not received their pay that month – she knew only too well that the money would have been spent by my Father already.

I have very few memories at all of my childhood up until age 8 or 9, probably the way I have psychologically coped with my experiences as an infant. I have sketchy memories of arguments between my Mother and Father ending with physical abuse of my Mother – in fact there can still be times when these sketchy memories haunt me. Home life, as I understand it was incredibly stressful and at times violent for my Mother.

Alcoholism, the demise of his business and the continual physical side of his anger eventually cost my Father all that was dear to him - his business and his family, and when I was 8yrs of age my Parents divorced. So my Mother, with 3 children in tow, left with absolutely nothing (most of our possessions – furniture, home, our toys etc had been reclaimed by the bank and other social services) and so we started a new life. Initially we moved into our Grandparents (on my Mother’s side) house for a year or so and then we moved into a small two bedroom apartment where my Mother tirelessly etched out all that we needed to live by working as much as she could whilst we attended school; she provided food and shelter and even met our high demands as children – you know, wanting the latest gimmick or footwear or clothing. I have a profound respect for all single mothers.

There is so much more I could address in this story and share about my family – the pain we endured for many years and the effects that an emotionally scarring childhood impacted our lives as children. I will keep most of these stories for now – but let me just share one with you.

In many ways I can identify with the character from the Narnia story called Aravis from the book The Horse and his boy. In the story Aravis is attacked by a lion that turns out to be Aslan. In Aslan’s explanation of the attack he says that he did so in order that she might be just and merciful towards others - but she would have those scars for the rest of her life. In the same way the scars that I have are to teach me.

Healing, or should I say God’s healing in our lives can often be found in the most unexpected of places and for me that healing began through my relationship with Grandparents and in particular my Grandfather. Though he is no psychologist, but a typical North-East farmer his love, kindness, the way he lived and acted towards others and his utter dependance on God spoke volumes and continues to speak volumes to me about the character of Jesus and what he is all about. My deepest healing times with him were no more complex than walks along the riverside with the dog every evening for about 45 minutes. Though he is more limited now I try and at least relive those moments with him when I visit. Who would think that simply walking with someone can shower others with God’s peace and healing?

So what does this all mean for me and what specifically does this mean for me in the knowledge that Christ reigns over all?

My faith journey began pretty early in years – at age 5 or thereabouts my Mother took me to our local Gospel Hall and there I began this most exciting and at times bewildering journey towards belief and faith that indeed Jesus is who he says he is.

I have experienced little pinpricks of God’s light and love throughout my life in-spite and often de-spite of my own sinfulness, shame and anger. He has given me glimpses – like he longs to grant to us all – glimpses of Heaven, of peace that this world, and our experiences in it, will be different one day.

My 4ft nothing of a Scottish Granny use to talk to me about God’s grace and mercy lots- I miss those conversations because there was something very real and earthy about what she would say. She would simply say that God is different from what we might understand Him to be – different from my Dad – different from the people who have let us down and different from the people that have taken advantage of us. My biggest struggle as a child was trying to wrap my head around that – if God says He is Father then I’ve already figured out what Father’s can be like - They’ll let you down, they won’t be around, they won’t be good to your Mother, they’ll be drunk – but grace and mercy and infinite love and fulfilling promises and a Father that would give his own son up for us – well they turn all of that experience, all of that pain upside down.

God’s reign is different – that has been my experience. If it weren’t for the grace of God that has set me free I’m not sure how all that pain and anger might have manifested itself. It has led me to believe that most simply put, the wild and outrageous story of the cross – is true. It has to be true.

It gives me hope that for this world God might even choose to use me to bring peace and his glory and his majesty to others – and that excites me. Though my desire is to break the mould of my father in my home and family, the wider call for me is to break the mould of our world that has caused us only to see in black and white. By that I mean, when we encounter Christ at the Stable this Christmas and then at the cross at Easter or at the table of Communion, or in prayer we can, if we choose to look with intent, we will begin to see this world in colour – we can see that (and I believe I am quoting here), that all is not as it should be – not as it should be in Iraq, the middle east in the downtown east-side, in our neighbour’s house down the street where the family is struggling with abuse. Then we are compelled. Compelled to usher in a new way of being – a new reign that allows God to build His house. For me that has meant fundamentally to pursue a life that tries to be a vessel of peace. By getting alongside people encouraging, discipling and walking with them (as my Grandfather did with me) and my hope is that people will encounter a living God and that we would all begin to make a difference.



As Phil has experienced, if the King who came at Christmas comes to reign in us, we can experience Camelot. We can know just and life-giving reign of God.

Let’s pray:

Perhaps this Christmas season, you’ve been busy and drifting from your maker… Perhaps you would like take a quiet moment know and ask the Jesus to reign in your heart and life…

(The sermon can be heard on lin e at : www.tenth.ca/audio)

Saturday, December 01, 2007

The Cry of Tamar (December 2, 2007)

David_M11 December 2, 2007

Mardi Dolfo-Smith and Ken Shigematsu

The Cry of Tamar

Text: 2 Samuel 13: 1-21

Big Idea: If we are the victim of sexual violence, there is no shame, but we must get help. If we are perpetrator of sexual violence, we must receive God’s forgiveness and transformation and get help. Regardless of who we are, we must help to stop sexual violence.

A story has hit the headlines recently – it’s so horrific that Amnesty International has called for a letter campaign to the King of Saudi Arabia.
It’s about a woman, anonymously known in the Saudi press as “Qatif Girl after the town she is from.

When this 18 year old woman was 16 she struck up an online friendship with a boy of her age. When she was married, the boy began to blackmail her, with a picture that he had of her, threatening to expose their past friendship, which was culturally forbidden, to her new husband. When she met with him to reclaim the picture, she was attacked by a gang of men and raped. After the traumatic experience, her life dramatically changed: “Everyone looks at me as if I'm wrong. I couldn't even continue my studies. I wanted to die. I tried to commit suicide twice," she said of her experience just after the attack”

This part of her story is not unique – women all over the world have experienced assault and judgment from their friends and family.

What is shocking abut her story is the response of the Saudi courts – when she took her case to court she was sentenced to 90 lashes for being in a state of "khalwa" -- retreat with a male who's not a relative – apparently she was seen as culpable in her own rape.

What is even more horrific, that when she challenged her sentence in the press, the General Court of Qatif increased the punishment to 200 lashes and six months in jail!

Not only did she undergo the trauma of multiple rape but she was now considered partially responsible for what happened to her, sentenced to be cruelly punished.

Although in the west, our legal system does not punish victims of sexual violence, they too live with the consequences of others violent acts against them/Although the lashes against the girl from Qatif are shocking to us – the sentiment that women are somehow culpable or tainted as a result of an assault is still an underlying concern in Canada

What happened to Qatif girl is a real fear for women all over the world. In Canada, according to Statscan in 2003, there are approximately 1400 sexual assaults per day. This figure is equal to one woman or child being assaulted every minute of every day. Statscan estimates that 1 in every 2 Canadian woman experiences some kind of sexual assault.

Because of this, women’s lives are lived differently than men’s, - most women live with this daily fear of assault.. On the street when a man is walking behind a woman, she has to assess whether or not she is being followed and plan how to fight back or escape.

This issue of the vulnerability of women to assault has been an issue throughout history. This morning we are going to look at a text that is hardly ever preached on and hardly ever makes it to the public readings at worship services. Old Testament scholar, Phyllis Trible, includes this as one of the most terrifying stories in the Old Testament in her book entitled Texts of Terror.
At this time I am going to invite who is part of this community to come and read our passage.

Amnon and Tamar

1 In the course of time, Amnon son of David fell in love with Tamar, the beautiful sister of Absalom son of David.

2 Amnon became so obsessed with his sister Tamar that he made himself ill. She was a virgin, and it seemed impossible for him to do anything to her.
3 Now Amnon had an adviser named Jonadab son of Shimeah, David's brother. Jonadab was a very shrewd man. 4 He asked Amnon, "Why do you, the king's son, look so haggard morning after morning? Won't you tell me?" Amnon said to him, "I'm in love with Tamar, my brother Absalom's sister."

5 "Go to bed and pretend to be ill," Jonadab said. "When your father comes to see you, say to him, 'I would like my sister Tamar to come and give me something to eat. Let her prepare the food in my sight so I may watch her and then eat it from her hand.' "
6 So Amnon lay down and pretended to be ill. When the king came to see him, Amnon said to him, "I would like my sister Tamar to come and make some special bread in my sight, so I may eat from her hand."

7 David sent word to Tamar at the palace: "Go to the house of your brother Amnon and prepare some food for him." 8 So Tamar went to the house of her brother Amnon, who was lying down. She took some dough, kneaded it, made the bread in his sight and baked it. 9 Then she took the pan and served him the bread, but he refused to eat.

"Send everyone out of here," Amnon said. So everyone left him. 10 Then Amnon said to Tamar, "Bring the food here into my bedroom so I may eat from your hand." And Tamar took the bread she had prepared and brought it to her brother Amnon in his bedroom. 11 But when she took it to him to eat, he grabbed her and said, "Come to bed with me, my sister."

12 "No, my brother!" she said to him. "Don't force me! Such a thing should not be done in Israel! Don't do this wicked thing. 13 What about me? Where could I get rid of my disgrace? And what about you? You would be like one of the wicked fools in Israel. Please speak to the king; he will not keep me from being married to you." 14 But he refused to listen to her, and since he was stronger than she, he raped her.

15 Then Amnon hated her with intense hatred. In fact, he hated her more than he had loved her. Amnon said to her, "Get up and get out!"

16 "No!" she said to him. "Sending me away would be a greater wrong than what you have already done to me."

But he refused to listen to her. 17 He called his personal servant and said, "Get this woman out of my sight and bolt the door after her." 18 So his servant put her out and bolted the door after her. She was wearing a richly ornamented robe, for this was the kind of garment the virgin daughters of the king wore. 19 Tamar put ashes on her head and tore the ornamented robe she was wearing. She put her hands on her head and went away, weeping aloud as she went.
20 Her brother Absalom said to her, "Has that Amnon, your brother, been with you? Be quiet for now, my sister; he is your brother. Don't take this thing to heart." And Tamar lived in her brother Absalom's house, a desolate woman.

21 When King David heard all this, he was furious. 22 And Absalom never spoke to Amnon again; he hated Amnon because he had disgraced his sister Tamar.
In vs 1 the text tells us that Amnon fell in love with Tamar, the beautiful sister of Absalom. In verse one we read

The text says that Amnon “fell in love” with his half sister Tamar. But, it would be more accurate to say that he “fell in lust” with her. We read that Amnon became so obsessed with Tamar that he made himself ill. She was a virgin and it seemed impossible for him to do anything to her.

In the Hebrew, the text literally says, “She was a virgin and it seemed impossible to ‘do her’.” Amnon doesn’t so much want Tamar, as he wants to “do” Tamar.
C S Lewis has observed that a man in lust, as opposed to a man in love, does not so much “want a woman” as much as he wants an experience for which a woman happens to be a necessary apparatus. Love focuses on another; lust focuses on us.

Amnon clearly does not want Tamar as a woman so much as he wants an experience to satiate his sexual lust. He doesn’t love her. How do we know that?

We know this because, according to verse 14, Tamar has made it clear that she does not want to have sex with her half brother, but he refuses to her listen to her. And since he was stronger than she, he rapes her.

As Robert Alter, the Hebrew literary scholar, points out, the language of verse 14 is very terse. Amnon overpowers her, abuses her, and beds her. In verse 14, the term “force” in Hebrew can also be translated “oppress and humiliate.” The “polite” translations render verse 14 as “lay with her.” But, according to the original Hebrew, the usual preposition “with” is omitted in verse 11, so the text in verse 14 reads more literally, “he laid her,” not “he laid with her,” but he “laid her.” Very impersonal.

Then after he rapes half sister, we read in verse 15, “Amnon hates her with intense hatred; in fact, he hated her more than loved her.” Amnon said to her, ‘Get up and get out!”

16 "No!" she said to him. "Sending me away would be a greater wrong than what you have already done to me."

But he refused to listen to her. 17 He called his personal servant and said, "Get ‘this’ (the word woman is not included) out of my sight and bolt the door after her."

It is clear that Amnon was not in love with Tamar, but in lust with her, part of the reason we know this is because after he has been “with” Tamar his so-called love quickly turns to hate.
We are not exactly sure why he hates Tamar now. It may be the fact that because Tamar, though beautiful, perhaps the actual sex for Amnon was not as fulfilling as he had imagined... Though some men fantasize about raping a woman—women don’t want to be raped… (BTW, contrary to myth, the most satisfying sex doesn’t occur in the context where person is being violated against their will, according to Drs. Judith and Jack Balswick authors of Authentic sexualities and various other experts the most satisfying sex occurs in the context of a committed marriage).

Or perhaps Amnon hates Tamar because she is now a reminder to Amnon of his sin and guilt. Perhaps he now realizes he has done something that will potentially compromise his chances of becoming the next king. He was King David’s first born, and so the heir apparent to honor, but now that he has raped his half sister, perhaps he sees that he may not ascend to the throne…
We know that Amnon acts out of lust, and not out of love because he does, Amnon is obviously not thinking of Tamar’s well-being, but his own.

After Amnon rapes Tamar, he sends her away.

Strangely, we see Tamar, in verse 16 objecting to this: 16 "No!" she said to him. "Sending me away would be a greater wrong than what you have already done to me."

This is not Tamar living up to some warped view that women stay with those who hurt them, that women readily accept mistreatment by those they love.

No – Tamar is a strong and wise woman, she is appealing to the cultural laws of her time. For him to discard her was worse than her staying with him.
So why does Tamar want to stay with Amnon after he’s raped her?

Because a woman’s virginity was so important in the culture, and no man would marry a woman who was not a virgin, a rapist was required to marry the woman he raped, if she was not already engaged, and he was never allowed to divorce her (this which is strange to our ears was a protection for the woman and her family). This is the cultural reality and the only hope for Tamar – now that Tamar has been violated by Amnon forcibly satisfying his lust, marrying him is Tamar’s only hope for marriage and family and a legacy for herself.
This is a cultural value that is polar opposite to our western values and ways of understanding the value of meaning of a woman’s life.

But Amnon refused to listen to Tamar’s cry, he would not hear her and he called his personal servant and said, "Get this woman out of my sight and bolt the door after her." (this – zoth – no object).

Tamar recognizes in this rejection, that her life will now be totally different from what she hoped and dreamed of, no husband, no children, no legacy… but a sentence to a life (that in her culture) would be considered a emptiness and barrenness
She begins to grieve putting ashes on her head, tearing her beautiful robes and weeping loudly,
The narrator reports that she lives a desolate life, in her brothers house, the Hebrew word desolated, is usually used of place or things, but is used 3 times to describe the lives of women with husband and children – as barren, lifeless, devoid of comfort or hope (again this is a cultural value that is very different than ours).

In vs thirteen, in Tamar’s first speech, attempting to dissuade Amnon from raping her, she tells him of the disgrace that she would experience if she was violated by him. As we see by her dramatic response of tearing her clothes and weeping as he sends her away Tamar does experience this great shame and disgrace, Amnon robs and diminishes her at what she saw as the core of her being, her ability to give and carry life.

It is extremely common for women and men who have been sexually violated to feel shame – and to have their families and even the legal system heap shame on them as well – as we see illustrated in the story of the Qatif girl.

Shame is a feeling that there is “something wrong with me” that I am dirty and I can’t get clean. People who live in shame often feel alienated from others, inadequate and hurt.
shame is distinguished from guilt in that guilt is a feeling that “I’ve done something wrong” and guilt around sexual assault may look more like “I feel like its my fault that this happened to me, or I should’ve been able to stop it.If only I would have locked the door.” People who have been assaulted often experience both guilt and shame- they continue to think through how they could’ve protected themselves better, what they might have done to make themselves less vulnerable to assault - guilt is easier to deal with than shame.
In dealing with guilt – it helps to have the right information- that the blame lies with the assaulter, to forgive oneself for mistakes that might have made one more vulnerable to the attack (in Tamar’s case, she maybe felt guilty for going alone to her brother’s room –even though her father commanded her too).

But Shame, the feeling that there is something wrong with me is harder to deal with.
Often friends and family contribute to the shame - they don’t want to see our pain and they give us platitudes –like Absalom did to Tamar “don’t take this to heart”, they tell us its time to get over it.
People who wall themselves off from others in a place of pain and shame, often continue to live as “the powerless victim” and their lives can become defined by the violation (as Tamar’s became).

In processing shame, a community of supportive listeners can become extremely powerful. To have people sit with us, listen to our story and love us anyway can lead us out of our feeling of alienation.

We need to reimage what is valuable in a life, we live in a culture that does not like broken things, it likes beautiful healthy and whole things. Even the Christian culture is like that – we want everything to be fixed. We want God to make sure we have nice pleasant lives. Learning to live in a reality that “normal” is being one who is broken and on a journey to healing frees us of the shame of living with an expectation that there should be nothing wrong with us.
As we move into relationship with Jesus – we come out of places of alienation and our adequacy comes not from ourselves but from Jesus. We invite Jesus to be present to grieve with us and to comfort us.

When it comes to sexual assault, shame “there is something wrong with me” does not belong to the victim, guilt – “I have done something wrong”, does not belong to the one who is injured.
The shame and the guilt are not Tamar’s – the guilt is Amnon’s
If you have been violated, the shame and the guilt are not yours – the guilt belongs with the one who has wounded you. Jesus can bear your pain and your shame.

At Tenth, it is our hope to become a community who supports those who have been traumatized by violence and assault, a community that is characterized by love and support for our wounds and our brokenness.

We also want to be a community where sin and guilt are not covered up…
If you are a perpetrator, if you have abused someone sexually or in some other way--you cannot break the cycle on your own, you need an intervention--get help!

See a counselor, a psychologist, some kind of guide. It requires great courage, but you will be giving a gift to yourself and to others.

Break the cycle (Use an actual bicycle wheel to illustrate). Stick an object in the spokes of the wheel to break the cycle. It may be that you were abused in some way or did not receive the love that you needed. Break the cycle. Get help. Though you cannot reverse what you have done, you can mitigate the harm potential harm you might inflict on others in the future.
Finally, whether you are a victim, a perpetrator or neither use your influence to stop sexual or other kinds of violence. Eli Wiesel, the famous author and holocaust survivor, says, “What hurts the victim more than the cruelty of the aggressor is the silence of the bystander.” David though great in so many ways did nothing.

There are times when we must use our strength to stop violence. Walter Wink in his book the Powers That Be points out that women who are abused are sometimes told by their pastors to “turn the other cheek” and let men continue to brutalize them, totally mistaking Jesus’ intent to empower the powerless. If we re-enter the freedom Jesus sought to establish in his teaching about non-violence, we would instead counsel the abused woman to move take some kind of refuge, but to expose the man’s behavior publicly, and break the vicious cycle of humiliation and pain.

According to many social workers, the most loving thing abused person can do is have the abuser arrested. This brings the issue out into the open, puts him under court injunction that will mean jail if the abuse continues, and positions him so that his self-interest is served by joining a therapy group for abusers. This could begin a process that might not only deliver the woman from being abused (not always, but the one abused is typically a woman or younger person), but free the man from the spiral of abuse, as well.
If we are a man or woman or have a position of influence (whether we work in medicine, law, education, business, government, etc) we must use our power to help others.
We also must use our strength to work with victims to make sure that justice prevails. As a young pastor I was asked by someone to help a young woman who he suspected was in some deep trouble. The man thought this young woman had been drugged and perhaps violated in some way. I tried to make phone contact with the young woman. I was not able to reach her by phone, so I went to the apartment where she was apparently being detained. I intentionally did not buzz the particular apartment she was in, knowing that I probably would not be let in. So, I just started buzzing the other apartments at random. Someone let me in. I went to the apartment, knocked on the door heard some footsteps and hesitation… I was eventually let in and took the young woman out of the apartment. I suggested to the woman that we go right away to go to a clinic to have some kind of test done to see if she were drugged. She didn’t want to go. I took to clinic her to anyway, saying let’s at least rule out you weren’t drugged for your peace of mind. She took the test and it became clear that she had been drugged. She had been given some kind of drug to knock her out and would have killed her if the dosage had been higher.
I encouraged her to work with me to pursue some kind of criminal action against the perpetrator. She was reluctant to do so--afraid that he might come after her. I said, “If we don’t do something, he is going to do this to some other young women.” She reluctantly agreed. We ended up taking him to court (actually based on her complaint--it was the Crown who officially pursued the case based on the complaint). I, among others, ended up testifying in this case, and through this court case it was revealed the man had had a habit of inviting young women to his apartment to baby-sit for him or work on some project and drugged them by putting some kind of substance in hot chocolate and then sexually molesting them in some way. He ended up going to prison.

As men, women we need to come alongside people and help them pursue justice for their harmed…

As a community we want to be a safe place for people to voice their hurts and let us as the people of 10th be the kind of people who break the cycle of violence by taking a stand for justice of others..

Mardi will now lead us to the table:
Jesus was a different kind of king – one who became the servant of all. Jesus bore our guilt and our shame. Darrell talked last week about Jesus death on the cross providing forgiveness for our sins.. not only did he die to bear our sins but he died to bear the sins done against us – our grief and our sorrow

For those who have been sexually assaulted, violated and harassed, Jesus, himself bore the weight of that sin that was done against us. He comes to us, not to shame us or to condemn with us, but as the one who suffered horrific violations, joins with us in places of darkness – bringing light and life.

(The sermon can be heard on line at: www.tenth.ca/adio)