John 7:25-44 · Is Jesus the Christ?
The Spirit of My Mother's Church
John 7:25-44
Sermon
by Leonard Sweet
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Best-selling author Robert Fulghum is well-known for his “all-I-really-need-to-know-I-learned-in-kindergarten” books. Less well known is the fact that he spent many years in the pulpit in Washington State. He writes about his preaching days and his fear of Mother’s Day in these words:

For twenty-five years of my life, the second Sunday of May was trouble . . . I was obliged in some way to address the subject of Mother’s Day. It could not be avoided . . .The congregation was quite open-minded and gave me free reign in the pulpit. But when it came to the second Sunday in May the expectation was summarized in the words of one of the more outspoken women in the church: “I’m bringing my mother to church on Mother’s Day, Reverend, and you can talk about anything you want, But it had better include MOTHER, and it had better be good!” (It was on Fire when I Lay Down On It [1991], 100).

The relationship between mothers and their first-born child is absolutely unique. Think about this: on the day a first child is born, two birthdays are established and should be celebrated. It is, of course, the birthday for the new child.

But it is also the birthday of another new person: a mother.

The moment a child is born, which in medical terms is called “parturition,” a mother is born also.

Mother’s Day is a birthday celebration. A mother is born at parturition. 

The baby Jesus “gave birth” to Mother Mary, just as she gave birth to baby Jesus. Two new, miraculous creations emerged out of one event. With every birth two new lives are born—-a baby, who is wholly without worries, and a mother, who will never again be without worry.

With Easter arriving so early this year, Pentecost Sunday and Mother’s Day Sunday fall on the same day and I can’t think of two institutions more alike than the Church and Mothers. For many of us who grew up in a church going family we associate the church of our childhood with our Moms. My mother’s church. The spirit of our Mother’s church we carry with us throughout our lives. It pursues us, woes us, reminds us of God’s love for us. The great church father Augustine knew something of this. His mother, Monica, hounded him, in a compassionate way, but she hounded him. Whenever Augustine ran, she followed him; whenever he came home, she challenged his rebellious ways. And when he wasn’t with her he knew that she was praying for him, because he caught her often on her knees pleading to God for the salvation of his soul. One day she got so desperate she went to a bishop and wore the man out. She wanted the Bishop to speak with Augustine. At last, annoyed by her persistence and moved by her tears, he answered her with a roughness mingled with kindness and compassion, "Go, go! Leave me alone. Live on as you are living. It is not possible that the son of such tears should be lost." So what else could happen? Augustine gave his life to God and later a Bishop of the church. All mother’s prayers should end so well.

Celebrate with me two traditions. Mother’s and their spirit, the church and her Spirit. Today is “Whitsuntide” or “White Sunday.”

Anyone here ever even heard of “Whitsuntide?” 

More than just another name for Pentecost, Whitsuntide celebrates a side of the Spirit that we talk about less frequently than “fire” and “wind.” The experience of the apostles in Acts 2:1-21 likens the Holy Spirit to “wind” and “tongues of fire.” Notice:  sound comes before sight. At the first birthday celebration of the church, they “heard” the sounds of rushing wind first, and only then did they “see” the fire. In a biblical sense, you don’t so much “see” a vision as “hear” a vision. Discipleship is voice-activated.

But in today’s gospel text Jesus’ own description of the Spirit is as “living water.” The Spirit Jesus promises will “flow” out of the disciples’ hearts. Or as in some translations, out of the “believer’s belly.” The outward flow of this force suggests that the Spirit cannot be kept bottled up, but will of its own accord move out into the world from those who experience it. The force of the water is explosive----an explosion that leads to exploration.

Jesus’ words directly connect the life-source of water with the life-force of the Spirit.

This connection of the life-source of water with the life-force of the Spirit is celebrated in southern Spain by the festival of “Romeria.” On WhitSunday the faithful begin a pilgrimage trek to water-—to rivers, streams, springs, ponds, anywhere there is a source of water. By the water the faithful celebrate spring, new life, and the gift of living water made available by the Holy Spirit at Pentecost. This springtime hike through the countryside concludes at a home-made sanctuary devoted to Mother Mary, known as the “Virgin of the Dew.”

Once at the water the celebration of “Romeria” becomes like a tailgate party at Mary’s place. Whether it’s a couple of days or a week long, families camp-out, the air is fresh, the earth is green, the new birth of spring surrounds the celebrants while the sound of the moving water plays on continually as a backdrop to all that goes on. Some traditional families bring along only the most basic provisions--rice, oil, utensils, believing that God will provide them with everything else they will need to eat from the richness of the creation around them. Others bring along the best of foodstuffs and create the ideal picnic.

But whether you eat what you bring in or what you take out, the Spirit celebrated by Romeria is the Spirit of Wonder, the Spirit of Beauty, the Spirit of Surprise.

No one was more surprised than the apostles on that first Pentecost. They were surprised by divine power. They were surprised by holy presence. They were surprised by their own speech. They were surprised to be understood. They were surprised by eloquence and coherence and comprehension.

When the Spirit “rested on each of them,” it so filled them that there was an immediate overflow of what Jesus had aptly called a “river of living water.”

There is nothing else like feeling the wonder of new life coming from within. Ask any new mother, who has been transformed into a wholly new being by the arrival of one tiny new being. Ask any new believer, who has been transformed into a wholly new being by the grace gift of God’s Holy Spirit.

On a dismal, stormy, wind-gusty winter’s night, the owner of a neighborhood bakery decided to close early. “There won’t be any customers on a night like this,” he reasoned.

As he was about to lock the bakery door, a man rushed in, shivering and wet from head-to-toe. “I’m here to pick up two sweet rolls,” he said.

The baker was amazed that anyone would brave such bad weather for just two sweet rolls.

“Are you married?” he asked the customer.

“Of course I’m married,” the man replied. “Do you suppose my mother would send me out on a night like this?”

This morning we celebrate two birthdays: the birthdays of two new creations that issue from the flowing waters of new life. The birthday of the church at Pentecost, and the birthday of mothers at parturition.

ChristianGlobeNetworks, Inc., Collected Sermons, by Leonard Sweet