Sermon
for the 14th Sunday after Trinity
Sunday 28th August
Preached
by Rev Paul Hewitt
You
know, I was asked the other day was I following the cricket. And I
had to confess that I hadnt been at all. This was a terrible
failing on my part, I thought, so I have started to get into the Fourth
Test match at Trent Bridge. I know I could get completely consumed
by it, if I hadnt other things to do. (But, in all honesty,
I never really got into cricket even though I tried to play it, very
badly. I think it was getting a smack right in the eye with a cricket
ball at Primary School that may have put me off!
Did you know that when Tiger Woods won the British Open last July,
Brian Parker believed it to be such a noble win that he thought it
was worth recording in the Preachers Book in the Vestry. So,
for Sunday, the 17th July, it says in the Observation
Column,
Tiger Woods won the Open at St. Andrews (5 shots!)
We love our sport, and our sports personalities! Im sure you
know already that we have on our Parish List one of the greatest Irish
Rugby players ever to put on a green jersey. Its true.
If youre a hockey fan, you may be impressed to know that Christines
sister is married to Jimmy Kirkwood, who helped Great Britain to win
a Gold Medal at the Seoul Olympics. And I mention all this, particularly
to draw your attention to an article in our Parish News, written by
Johnny Park, all about Sam Smyth! A 1949 FA Cup Winner for Wolverhampton
Wanderers, scoring many a goal, but on that day in particular, scoring,
as the history books say a goal that is still hailed as one
of the finest goals ever seen at Wembley. Isnt that pretty
impressive?
He will want me to stop at this moment! But what I often find among
such sporting greats as these is that they have about them a very
genuine modesty. Its not pretend; it is truly self-effacing.
What I cant work out is, how is it that among those who achieve
so much, in sport or science or music or business, how is that they
can show a genuine modesty and self-effacement, when others who have
achieved very little by comparison can often be the most over-bearing
and obnoxious of all people!?
It seems to me that this kind of self-effacement flies in the face
of the teaching of a Psychotherapist called Gael Lindenfield, who
runs a course in personal development and suggests that we should
all write down a list like this, and read it through several times
a day:
I have a right to feel angry when I am frustrated
I have a right to feel angry when I am disheartened
I have a right to feel angry when I am hurt
..when I am oppressed, and so the list goes on and on.
Its not the language of the truly great and the good.
And its not the language of the New Testament. Just look at
our Gospel reading this morning. Here Jesus wants to turn everything
inside out. When Lewis Carroll had become famous through his story
Alice in Wonderland, he decided to follow it up with a
second book in which he and his readers would need to learn how to
think inside out. In Alice through the Looking Glass he
created a mirror image world. In order to get somewhere in that world,
you discover its no good trying to walk towards it; youll
look up presently and find youre further away than ever. In
order to get there, you must set off in what seems the opposite direction.
And it seems as if Jesus is now asking of his disciples that they
learn to think in a similar inside-out way.
I think what we are basically being called to do in these verses is
to see things differently. These verses, I am sure, are for the very
people who think they have to be assertive or superior, when they
really have no claim to be.
I think for most us, including the great and the good, we have enough
sense to realise that none of us is flawless. That none of us can
claim immunity to making mistakes, even amongst those who have achieved
so much in sport or business, or whatever.
Theres a story, of many years ago, in a hot and dusty country,
about a rich man who had a servant whose job it was to carry water
each day from a distant well to his masters house.
The
servant carried the water in two large pots, each of which hung from
opposites ends of a pole he carried across his neck. One pot was in
perfect condition and always delivered a full portion of water at
the end of a long walk from the well. The other pot had a crack in
it, and always arrived at the masters house only half full.
For two years the servant delivered only one and a half pots of water
to his masters house each day. The undamaged pot was proud of
itself. It had been made to carry water without leaking, and it did
the job perfectly. The cracked pot, on the other hand, felt ashamed.
It was miserable knowing it was not able to accomplish what it had
been made to do. Still, it did the best it could, even if it was only
half of what the perfect pot could do.
Finally, the cracked pot spoke to the servant one day by the well.
I need to apologise to you, the pot said, for two
years now, I have been able to deliver only half my load because this
crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your
masters house. Because of my flaws you have to do all of this
work, and you dont get full value for your efforts. The
servant simply said, When we return to the masters house,
I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path.
As they made their way back to the house, the cracked pot saw the
gorgeous wild flowers beside the path and was cheered a little by
their beauty.
When they reached the house, the servant said to the cracked pot,
Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of
the path? Every day when we walked back from the well, you watered
them. For two years Ive been able to pick these beautiful flowers
to decorate my masters table. If you werent just the way
you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house.
Paul says we are all just broken pots of earthenware. But we carry
within us a treasure, which is all surpassing. So there is hope, even
for such imperfect people, to know that even our flaws (whoever we
are) can be used to grace His table. Paul (again) wrote, If
I must boast, I will boast of the things that show my weakness.