John 17:20-26 · Jesus Prays for All Believers
The Right Word For Memorial
John 17:20-26
Sermon
by Maxie Dunnam
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  There is an old story about Noah Webster, who wrote the famous dictionary that bears his name.

As you can imagine, he was a stickler for the precise use of language.  He was also something of a womanizer.  One day he was in the pantry kissing the maid when Mrs.   Webster walked in on them.  Mrs. Webster said, "Why, Noah, I'm surprised."  Noah said, "No, my dear.  We're surprised.  You're amazed." (Mark Trotter, "Do You Amaze Anybody?", May 22, 1988) 

Noah was trying to divert attention from himself with an esoteric semantic point.  But that's not my point in telling the story.  My point is to introduce the question, "What's the right word for a Memorial Service?"  The word "memorial" is defined by Webster as "something to keep in memory a deceased person or event." The Vietnam memorial is a case in point. It took years to pull it off, but now this simple slab of granite with ________names has become one of the most visited sights in Washington.  Persons go there, much like Jews go to the Wailing Wall at Jerusalem.   They leave notes. Notes like "Johnny, I miss you." "Fred, we love you." Most of the time they simply read the list of names until they find the one.  Tears come to their eyes as they read the name.  Sometimes they will rub their hand over the engraving as though feeling the name will make the memory more alive. 

So, we have memorial services at our Annual Conference - - a specific act of recalling those of our vocational family -- clergy and their spouses, who "have fought the good fight, kept the faith, and finished the course".  We read their names and fill them with our spiritual fingers.  The word "memorial" comes from the word memory, and what a blessed gift memory is -- the capacity to recall and live again previous experiences and relationships.  Who was it who said, "God gives us memories that we may have roses in December"? 

It's a blessed gift -- memory. 

But there are two ways of remembering.  One is to make an excursion into the living present into the dead past.  The other is to summons the past back into the living present.  Jesus said in the Upper Room on that night before his crucifixion, "This do in remembrance of me." He was not prescribing a periodic dose of nostalgia, or regular sojourns from living present back into the dead past.   He was calling us to summon the past back into the living present.  And that's what we try to do in a memorial service. 

So, what's the right word for a memorial service?  It may be a different word at the Vietnam Memorial or the WashingtonMonument, or at Memorial Day parades in the towns of America.  But here -- here where we are on this occasion and this place, what's the right word? If we summoned those whom we remember in this service -- if we summoned them to answer the question, there's no doubt in my mind what they would say.  The right word for their memorial is the word of their life -- the word they lived and preached: "Jesus Christ, Alive  --  Alive forevermore – and hopefully alive in you and me. 

We can recall some of the words of Jesus in The Upper Room when he established the ultimate memorial -- the Eucharist.  Verse 3 of John 17:  "This is eternal life, that they may know Thee, the only true God and Jesus Christ whom Thou hast sent." And verse 26: "I have made known to them Thy name, and I will make it known, that the love with which Thou hast loved me may be in them, and I in them."  So the right word for "memorial" to these we honor is Jesus Christ  -- Alive – Alive Forevermore -- and hopefully alive in you and me. 

"I in them", Jesus prayed there in The Upper Room.   This is no new message from Jesus.  It is his prayer that what He had taught would become a reality.   You remember his beautiful metaphor in

John 15 -- the vine and the branches -- in which He tells us who He is in relation to God.  Listen to Him:  "Abide in me, and I in you.  As the branch cannot bear fruit by itself, unless it abides in the vine, neither can you, unless you abide in me.  I am the vine, you are the branches.  He who abides in me, and I in him, he it is who bears much fruit, for apart from me you can do nothing." 

So that's the memorial word.  Jesus Christ alive -- and hopefully alive in us.  That's what our sister- and brother-pilgrims would say to us.  But how do we appropriate that word? How do we bring those silent voices -- those now quiet lives into the living present. 

"This is Life Eternal," He said, "to know the Father and to know me whom the Father has sent." 

Let's use Jesus' claim about himself as our way of allowing the memorial word to become flesh in us.   Earlier in his conversation with the disciples there in the upper room, he was trying to tell them about his death and resurrection, about his going away to prepare a place for them, about sending his Spirit as Counselor and Comforter, but it was all so overwhelming to them-- mystifying -- confusing.  "We don't know where you're going," they said, "so how can we know the way?" 

Jesus put it in one cryptic sentence: "I am the way, the truth and the life."  Let that be our clue for appropriating the memorial word.  Let's put it this way.  One, you may know where you are going, but no matter where you go, there will be the Way.  Two, you may not know all things, but no matter what you know, there is always the Truth.  And three, you may not live upon this earth a long time, but you can have the promise of Life tomorrow.  (This outline suggested by Barry P.  Boulward, Francis Street UMC) 

Isn't that what our friends who have "finished the course" would say to us?  Let's talk about those truths: 

I.  

First, you may not know where you are going, but no matter where you go, there will always be The Way. 

Robert Fulghum was a feature writer for The Kansas City Times.   I'm not sure he's still there, because he has written a runaway best seller entitled All I Really Need to Know, I Learned in Kindergarten. That book is an expansion of an article he wrote for The Kansas City Times a few years ago.  It was this article that launched his writing career.  Listen to a part of it:

"Most of what I really need to know about how to live, and what to be, I learned in kindergarten.  Wisdom was not at the top of the graduate school mountain, but there in the sandbox at nursery school.

"These are the things I learned: Share everything.  Play fair.  Don't hit people.  Put things back where you found them.   Clean up your own mess.  Don't take things that aren't yours.   Say you're sorry when you hurt somebody...

"Take a nap every afternoon.  When you go out into the world, watch for traffic, hold hands and stick together.  Be aware of wonder.   Remember the little seed in the plastic cup.  The roots go down and the plant goes up and nobody really knows how or why, but we are all like that...

"Think of what a better world it would be if we all -- the whole world -- had cookies and milk about 3 o'clock every afternoon and then lay down with our blankets for a nap.  Or if we had a basic policy in our nation and other nations to always put things back where we found them and cleaned up our own messes.  And it is still true, no matter how old you are, when you go out into the world, it is best to hold hands and stick together." 

Robert Fulghum is right.   Most of what we need to know we could learn in kindergarten.  I don't diminish that.  And so much of what we learn in kindergarten is practical, elementary Christian teaching, though the government does not want us to call it that.  But we can't leave it there as

Christians if we are going to appropriate the Memorial word.   Something else is here.  In Jesus, we have our way to be and do.  And that's not found anywhere else with such clarity and contagion.  In Jesus Christ, we have our way to be and do.    And that way is not learned in kindergarten, as important as those kindergarten lessons are.  "The poor in spirit will inherit the Kingdom," Jesus said. 

"Love your enemies" ..."Turn the other cheek"..."Take the last seat at the banquet table"..."bless those who curse you"..."forgive that you may be forgiven"...that's the memorial word.  That's The Way.  You may not know where you are going, but no matter where you go, there will be The Way.  That means that where you are going is not nearly as important as how you get there.  Jesus is The Way.  And The Way that He offers is a life with Him -- "Abide in me and I will abide in you." 

So that's the first word to make our memories of these a dynamic power in our lives: You may not know where you are going, but no matter where you go, there will always be The Way. 

II. 

Now the second word: You may not know all things, but no matter what you know, there is always the truth.  Jesus said, "I am The Way, the Truth..." Let's nail a stake down there, "I am the Truth.”   Too many of us are, with regard to truth, as a young student was to an assignment made by her teacher.  She was told to write a paper on the truth concerning the life and accomplishments of Benjamin Franklin.   Here is what she submitted:

"Benjamin Franklin was born in Boston, but he soon got tired of that and moved to Philadelphia.  When he got to Philadelphia he was hungry so he bought a loaf of bread. He put the bread under his arm.   He walked up the street.   He passed a woman.  The woman smiled at him.  He married the woman and discovered electricity."  Now all of that is probably true, but there's a lot more truth to Franklin's life than we find in those words. 

So with Jesus.  "Name Jesus anything you like.  Remember Him in any way you want.   Recall any of the parables He told.  Quote word for word any statement He ever said.   Put all these things together into some kind of historical record, and still you have nothing if you do not include this one truth" (Boulware, Ibid.):  When Jesus becomes the way of being and doing for you; when He becomes the Truth -- how you perceive life, is forever shaped by his Spirit. 

A young boy was playing left field in a Little League game when a man yelled over the fence, "Hey son, who's winning?” 

The little boy replied, "We are!"

"What's the score?"

"They have 23 -- We have 0."

"They have you 23 to 0?" The man was confused.  "I thought you said you were winning."

"Oh, we are," explained the little boy.  "You see, we ain't come to bat yet!" 

It was easy for the disciples to quit.  The one in whom they had placed their hopes was dead.  It was 23 to nothing in their life that Easter morning.  And we are sometimes tempted to quit. ...Jobs don't go well.  There is strife in our marriage.   A doctor's diagnosis is dismal. Children do not become what we dreamed they would be. 

Remember -- it may be the eight inning, but there's still the ninth.  Today may be a dark Good

Friday and crucifixion may be our lot – but Easter's coming -- Resurrection and life are on the way.  When Jesus becomes our way of being and doing -- when he becomes the truth, then the way we perceive life is forever shaped by His Spirit. That's the second truth that will make our memorial  to these we loved come alive with meaning.

III.  

Now the final word: You may not live upon this earth a long time, but you can have the promise of life tomorrow. 

Jesus said, "This is Life Eternal, that they know Thee, the only true God, and Jesus Christ whom Thou hast sent." 

This is not the only way He stated his promise.  "Because I live," He said, "you will live also.  And even more dramatically and specifically, "I am the Resurrection and the Life.  He that believeth in me, though he be dead, yet shall he live." 

Now there are two ways of looking at this -- or maybe it's just two sides of the same coin.  One is the promise of resurrection now: "This is Eternal Life..." That's present tense, and when Jesus said, "Because I live, you will live also" -- that's present tense.  When we look at it this way, the proof of the resurrection is not the empty tomb – but the incredible transformation in the lives of the disciples.  That's a matter of record.  They remained ordinary men after the resurrection -- but they began to live extraordinary lives.  Something had happened to them -- something had come over them -- they were living the resurrection now. 

"There was a line right down the middle of their life, before and after.  Before the Resurrection when they were roughed up, they despaired about this life.  They were sure that this abuse was evidence that death and not life is in control of things.  But after the Resurrection, no matter what happened to them, and worse things happened, they were convinced that it is love that is the strongest power in this world, and death is not the victor.  As Paul wrote, "Nothing in all creation can separate us from the love of God which we saw in Christ Jesus" (Mark Trotter, "In the Beginning"). 

I could tell you in detail, story after story, of people in this congregation who are living that kind of faith.   A mother rearing two children alone, but in her loneliness and frustration is sustained by a presence and power not her own.  An alcoholic who lives one day at a time in commitment to Christ and celebrates this week eleven years of sobriety after far more years than that in hopeless despair.  A young man who fights desperately a pitch-heat battle with drug addiction, and praise God, by his dependency upon Christ, is winning the battle. 

Then there are the countless ones whose stories are not so dramatic.   They cope with fear and depression, the pressure of a demanding job, the energy-draining calls upon their lives as parents; teenagers who are refusing to let the world around them squeeze them into its mold; couples who could easily throw in the towel on a difficult marriage, but are determined to make it by the grace of God.  

For all of these, as for the disciples, God has not resuscitated the old world, He has given birth to the new.  They are living resurrection life now.  But there's the other side of the coin -- Jesus' soul-bracing promise:   I am  the Resurrection and the life; he that believes in me though he be dead, yet shall he live."  When my dearest friend, Buford Dickinson, died, it was John Birkbeck, my Scot Presbyterian preacher friend and spiritual mentor, who gave me this beautiful word..."For the Christian, death is not a period in the written sentence of life -- but a comma -- for the eternal life is our gift."  So it is.   Death is not a period, but a comma. 

My friend, John, died this week -- what a time today, and how John would celebrate that -- dying the week before Easter.  John was 80 -- and very sick -- fluid around his heart made it almost impossible to breathe. 

My friend, John, died this week -- what a time today, and how John would celebrate that -- dying the week before Easter.  John was 80 -- and very sick -- fluid around his heart made it almost impossible to breathe.  Our letter exchange has been a great source of joy and strength for me -- And I'll miss that.  But I'll carry with me forever thee memory of our last three hours together. 

December to London, Plane to Aberdeen.  He couldn't get out of bed so we spent our 3 hours in his upstairs bedroom.  When it came time to go, I read Romans 8 -- "Nothing can separate us from the love of God..." then we prayed. 

I hugged him -- "I'll see you John." He lifted his hand...and it was shaking...held it high and pointed to heaven in a loud rasping whisper, he said, "Tomorrow." 

I'm looking forward to that -- tomorrow! My brother Lloyd; my preacher grandfather Lewis whom I never knew; my dear friends Buford and John -- tomorrow!  You may not live upon this earth a long time, but you can have the promise of life tomorrow.>

Let's close as we began.  What's the Easter word?  Jesus Christ -- Alive and wanting to live in us...And how do we appropriate that Easter word? By remembering and acting upon three truths: 

One, you may now know where you are going, but no matter where you go, there will always be The Way.  Two, you may not know all things, but no matter what you know, thee is always the Truth.  And three, you may not live upon this earth a long time, but you can have the promise of life tomorrow.

by Maxie Dunnam