The Rev. Canon Mariclair Partee
If today is the first day I have talked about Pee Wee’s Playhouse in a sermon, it certainly will not be the last. That Saturday morning kid’s show was a defining experience of my youth- it was a riot of color and camp and cartoons and talking furniture, and my brother and I watched it long after we had graduated from its recommended audience age, because it was unlike anything we had ever seen before in our short lives.
There were fancy cowboys and a lady with a big red beehive, a genie, a talking chair, pterodactyls, and in the middle of it all, a man-sized child in too short pants. Our favorite part of each episode was the word of the day- it was disclosed in a whisper at the beginning of the show, and every time it was spoken over the next hour, everyone had to scream as loud as they could.
It was a creative and fun way of building our vocabularies, and also of teaching us about concepts that were a little abstract for our young minds. It was really quite brilliant as a teaching tool.
I will not state outright that the scholars and theologians who devised the Revised Common Lectionary were fans of Pee Wee’s Playhouse, but the way a theme is chosen, and stated and restated and stated once again in the selected readings, particularly in these later Sundays in Pentecost, leads me to suspect they have more than a passing familiarity with some of the concepts.
The word for today is faith.
Walter Brueggeman, biblical scholar, tells us that “faith” in these readings has many dimensions and nuances, and cannot be reduced to one thing. It is honest sadness, tenacious remembering, performance of duty, a holy calling, and holding fast to sound teaching.
We begin with two accounts of the faith of the Jews in Exile- first in Lamentations, where in vivid images we are presented with a desolate and destroyed city of Zion, her temple torn stone from stone, her streets empty. For the tribe of Israel, this city was the earthly incarnation of God’s love for them, Jerusalem was the tangible proof of the covenant God made with Moses. Now, in their collective mind, she is like a princess who has been turned into a slave; all who once loved her have turned against her, her friends have become her enemies. The city of God is described as a widow, weeping inconsolably over the loss of all who loved her. Yet her children, from exile, love her still- their faith in God is what sustains them, and keeps them certain that they will one day return to the streets they once walked, the place they called home, that they will rebuild the Temple that was destroyed, even if it is only their children’s children who survive to see that union with God re-established.
In the psalm, one of the most beautiful of the Psalter, I think, but also one in which grief, loss, is most palpable, we hear the displaced people of Zion crying out to God beside the rivers of their land of exile, with the plaintive cry- “by the Babylonian rivers we sat down and wept.”
Their captors, not content with destroying their homeland and moving an entire people to a strange land, now demand that they sing the songs of their faith in this unhappy and brutal place. Despondent, they beg of God to give them the strength of faith and heart to sing the Lord’s song in a foreign land.
I think of all the readings for today, this is the one that resonates most with the modern reader. We are living in a season of loss, both in our personal lives and in our corporate life as a nation, and much like the exiled Jews, taunted by their captors to sing their hymns in a strange land, it is easy to feel abandoned, outcast, as people of faith in a secular world. We are surrounded by messages that run counter to our Gospel, values are emphasized in our television programs and films and media that are not really our values, we have to work twice as hard to instill our faith in our children, and often find ourselves divided even within our own churches.
Those who do not share our faith in God can sometimes seem aggressive, even combative. Those who claim to speak on behalf of our God can be more so. It is not an easy time in our history to be a Christian of faith and integrity.
But we carry on, we rely on our faith to carry us through the most difficult times, and in times when our faith is perhaps not so strong, we rely on our communities, on our rituals of prayer, our rhythm of worship, to sustain us until we find our footing in God once again.
And so it is up to us. Just as it was for the exiled Jews, to keep strong in our faith, to keep kindness and love in our hearts, even in the face of those who would mock or torment us. It is up to us to kindle the fires of our faith- a faith that is honest sadness, a tenacious remembering, faith that is a performance of duty, a holy calling, faith that holds fast to sound teaching- but in this faith we are never alone, we are surrounded by a great cloud of witnesses, but those who have come before us, and by our children’s children, yet to come.
AMEN+
