Anybody here not heard of Murphy's Law?
We know it by heart, don't we? Let's say it together:
"Anything that can go wrong will go wrong."
Anybody here know where it started and who Mr. Murphy was?
The first reference to Murphy's Law was in the April 1956 issue of Scientific American in the "Amateur Scientist" column. Let me give the quote from which the Murphy's Law phenomenon spread like a virus all over the globe. It all began with three Murphy's Laws:
"Dr. Schaefer's observation confirms this department's sad experience that editors as well as laboratory workers are subject to Murphy's Laws, to wit:
1. If something can go wrong, it will.
2. When left to themselves, things always go from bad to worse.
3. Nature always sides with the hidden flaw."
(Amateur Scientist, Scientific American, April 1956, 166.)
There was actually no one person who came up with Murphy's Law. Rather, in U.S. Navy educational cartoons of the 1950s there was an aircraft mechanic named Captain Ed Murphy who bungled everything he touched and of whom it was said: "If there is any way to do it wrong, he will."
There was a revision of Murphy's First Law added shortly thereafter: "If anything can go wrong (with a mechanical system), it will, and generally at the moment the system becomes indispensable."
My very favorite gloss on Murphy's Law is Eric Sevareid's Law: "The chief cause of problems is solutions." CBS News, 29 December 1970. (quoted in Thomas L. Martin, Jr., Malice in Blunderland [New York: McGraw-Hill, 1973], 23.)
We in the church have a version of Murphy's Law. It goes like this: "No good deed goes unpunished." Kind and Punishment go together.
If you don't believe me, just ask Sheila Hull. Each day she gathers up the trash left by drug dealers and users outside her beauty shop in East Baltimore, Maryland. She places the refuse-much of it drug paraphernalia-in a city trash can nearby.
And what reward does Sheila Hull receive for trying to better her neighborhood? Is the city glad that she tries to clean up things? In the spirit of "No good deed goes unpunished," the city has fined her for using the trash can for her own 'private' purposes." (Reason, June 2001, 18.)
Or here's some more evidence. The wife didn't object to mowing the lawn. But she at least wanted to mow the lawn with a mower that worked. So she kindly and subtly told him that if she was to continue mowing the lawn, she needed a lawnmower that worked. But let me let her tell you what happened.
"Last year, when the power mower was broken and wouldn't run, I kept hinting to my husband that he ought to get it fixed. But somehow, the message never sunk in. Finally, I thought of a clever way to make the point. When my husband arrived home that day, he found me seated in the tall grass, busily snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing scissors. He watched silently for a short time, and then went into the house. He was gone only a few moments, and when he came out again he handed me a toothbrush. 'When you finish cutting the grass,' he said, 'be sure to sweep the sidewalks.'"(Source lost)
Can you imagine her reaction? Can you imagine her frustration? She's kind, generous, compassionate, and tender. And what does she get?
Is it any wonder that one of our greatest living novelists has written, "It is so much simpler to bury reality than it is to dispose of dreams" (Don DeLillo, Americana, the epigraph to David Mitchell's Number9Dream [Sceptre, 2001])?
One of my unsung heroes is an unnamed veteran Detroit firefighter. After years and years of doing good and getting no credit for it, saving people's lives and never being thanked for it, he decided he'd had enough. "I was fed up," he told a reporter who interviewed him after the bizarre episode. "I was fed up right to here," he said pointing to the top of his head. "Did you ever feel that way, I mean really fed up?" he asked the reporter . . .
What the fed-up fireman did the day before was to hop in the biggest fire truck at his station, turn on all the lights and sirens, drive to his house, pick up his wife, pick up his daughter at kindergarten, and take the family on a siren-screaming ride through the city of Detroit.
He finally returned the $200,000 truck to the fire station – sirens still wailing and red lights still flashing – and then, to top things off, he submitted his resignation to the Detroit Fire Department." ("Fed UP?" Sunday Sermons, 31 [3 June 2001], 25).
Jesus didn't know of Murphy's Law. But he did know of Messiah's Law. It's the Christian equivalent of Murphy's Law, our Scripture lesson this morning introduces it to us. It goes like this: No good deed goes unpunished. Or put in more theological terms, if you love, you get hurt.
Can you say Messiah's Law? If you love, you get hurt.
Here was one of Jesus' greatest miracles. He had liberated a member of a community and the community itself from a legion of demons. The havoc that they had wrought on the man and on the community was now ended. And what does Jesus get for it?
He gets driven out of town.
In this fallen world, where sin and evil infest the places and spaces of our lives, our efforts at beauty, truth and goodness are met with as much contempt as gratitude. In fact, Christians can expect that until the kingdom of God is truly done "on earth as it is in heaven," our attempts at making the kingdom come will be ridiculed, despised, and shunned.
So what's a Christian to do about Messiah's Law?
Just because your good intentions are going to get misread, just because your good deeds are going to boomerang and hit you on the head . . . that doesn't mean you stop doing them.
The reason why you do them in the first place isn't to get rewarded, but because God wants you to do them. I love the story of the journalist who asked both Matisse and Rouault whether they would continue to paint of they never had an audience again.
The pagan Matisse said, 'Of course not;' the Christian Rouault said, 'Of course.' There is such a thing as an audience of One. God may call us to work simply for His own pleasure. What greater privilege could there be?" (Edward Knippers, "The Old, Old Story" in It Was Good Making Art to the Glory of God, ed. Ned Bustard [Baltimore, MD: Square Halo Books, 2000], 103.)
Look within. Look at your motives. Are you doing good to get rewarded or to please God? Baptist executive Bill Agee says that too many leaders are building "a kingdom rather than the kingdom." In your heart, are you building a name for God or a name for yourself?
Just because you don't get rewarded or appreciated doesn't mean you aren't appreciated or won't get rewarded in some fashion. You may never know about it.
I know some people would rather die than show their appreciation or say thanks. There is a Peanuts cartoon strip in which Lucy is crying bitter tears over a decision her mother has made. She wails, "You promised me a birthday party, and now you say I can't have one. It's not fair!"
Enter Lucy's brother, Linus, who calls her aside to offer some advice: "You're not using the right strategy," he says. "Why not go up to Mom and say to her, 'I'm sorry, dear mother . . . I admit I've been bad, and you were right to cancel my party, but from now on I shall try to be good.'"
Lucy thinks about it. She even rehearses the little speech to hear what it sounds like coming from her. Then she thinks about it some more. Finally, in the strip's last panel, she cries out, 'I'd rather die!'"
Again, some people would rather die than be in a beholden situation. But even though they can't show it, they're grateful.
Don't blame God for Messiah's Law. When people don't treat us like we think we deserve, we start to resent God and affix blame in a divine direction. We're like the little girl, dressed in her Sunday best, running as fast as she could, trying not to be late for Bible class.
As she ran she prayed, "Dear Lord, please don't let me be late! Dear Lord, please don't let me be late!" As she was running and praying, she tripped on a curb and fell, getting her clothes dirty and tearing her dress. She got up, brushed herself off, and started running again.
As she ran she once again began to pray, "Dear Lord, please don't let me be late . . . But please don't shove me either!"
God's not doing the shoving. Sin is. A fallen world is. Let's understand the source of Messiah's Law is not the Messiah. Let's not kill the messenger for telling us the source of our problem.
Don't take yourself so seriously. All you can do is all you can do. God didn't put you here to save the world. Jesus already did that. You're here to be faithful to the place and people God put you with.
The story is very short. It is about a poor artist, a man named Niggle, who spent all of his life trying to paint a huge mural of a tree on the side of the post office in his hometown. Niggle had a vision but he was never able to get it out. Ultimately, all he ever did was draw one little leaf down in one little corner. Of course everyone in town asked, 'Why did we commission you? We paid you all this money and what is going on?' Not long after, Niggle dies and suddenly finds himself on a train going to heaven. As he is looking at the landscape from the train he suddenly sees something off to the right and he tells the train to stop. When the train stops, Niggle runs over and at the very top of the hill is his tree. He looks up and realized that this is the tree he had in his mind all of his life. He had been trying to draw it the entire time he worked on the mural and all he had ever gotten out was one leaf. For some reason, when Tolkien realized that the single leaf was all he ever would get out, he was able to go back to work. He realized that he would never produce the whole tree, the whole glory of God. -Tim Keller, "Why We Need Artists," in It Was Good Making Art to the Glory of God, ed. Ned Bustard (Baltimore, MD: Square Halo Books, 2000), 87.
All that you and I get is a leaf. That's all we're responsible for is that leaf. Put all our leaves together and you get a tree. But our assignment is that leaf. It's not the whole tree.
Look within yourself and ask how many good things you reward with punishment. Do you leave no good deed unpunished? As you're feeling sorry for yourself when you're being cruelly attacked when your intentions were good, examine those intentions some more and see how "pure" they might have been.
I like the spirit of Dolly Parton, who one day was asked about the level of truth in tabloid stories about her. She laughed and then said: "I have to honestly say that most of the stuff they write has a little grain of truth. They've told a lot of stuff about me that's true. and I don't admit or deny any of it, because what I ain't done, I'm capable of doing." (as found in Country America and quoted in Terry Beahm, "No Kidding! Quick Items That You Need to Know," The Arizona Republic, 25 October 1998, E2.
There was a pretzel stand in front of a big office building in New York City. "Pretzels 50 cents," read the sign. One day, a man came out of the building and saw a look of pain and frustration in the face of the old woman behind the pretzel stand. Whereupon, he plunked down two quarters , and then went on his way without taking a pretzel.
That happened every day for weeks. Finally, the old woman running the stand spoke up and said, "Sir, excuse me. May I have a word with you?" The man replied, "I know. I know. You're going to ask me why I give you fifty cents every day and don't take a pretzel."
"Not at all," the woman replied. "I just wanted to tell you that the price is now 75 cents."
How many of us are like that with God – who continually lavishes grace and gifts on us without anything in return except to ask for more.
Finally, never doubt the power of love. But never doubt that love never comes easy. If you love, you get hurt. That's Messiah's Law.
One of my favorite novelists, E. Annie Proulx, ends one of her novels with these words:
If a bird with a broken neck could fly away, what else might be possible? Water may be older than light, diamonds crack in hot goat's blood, mountain tops give off cold fire, forests appear in mid-ocean, it may happen that a crab is caught with the shadow of a hand on its back, that the wind be imprisoned in a bit of knotted string. And it may be that love sometimes occurs without pain or misery. -final sentences in E. Annie Proulx, The Shipping News (New York: Charles Scribner's Sons, 1993), 336-37.
Love didn't come without pain or misery for Jesus.
Love won't come without pain or misery for us either.
That's Messiah's Law.
What is it? If you love, you get hurt.
In spite of Messiah's Law, who's willing to love this morning?