Monday 30 January 2023

The Sound of Silence

 A sermon for Bloomsbury Central Baptist Church
5th February 2023

 

1 Kings 19.9-18
Matthew 14.22-33

I made an interesting discovery many years ago,
            and this was that I can actually walk on water.

You don’t believe me? It’s true, I promise.
            Well, sort of…
It happened like this:
 
Liz and I went on holiday to the Austrian Tyrol
            and had a lovely week taking cable cars to the tops of mountains
                        admiring views, and taking a few walks
 
At the top of one of these mountains, near Mayrhofen,
            there was a beautiful lake, crystal clear, and blue to match the sky;
And there, floating on the lake, were what I can only describe
            as three very large hamster balls
 
And a sign on the bank, written in English, proclaimed the slogan:
            “You can walk on water! It’s fun!”
 
Liz turned to me and said, ‘you want a go in one of those, don’t you?’
            And I thought, yes I do,
            but I also don’t want to make a complete fool of myself in public!
 
Well, as we stood watching,
            a young German girl, about ten years old, decided to have a go.
So the man in charge pulled one of the balls from the water,
            opened a zip in the side so the girl could climb in,
            and then pumped it back up again with her inside it.
 
All she had to do then was to step off the little pontoon,
            and start walking on the water.
 
Well, she stood there, and stood there, and stood there,
            and then after a minute, started crying in frustration,
            because she didn’t have enough courage to step off onto the water.
 
Eventually the man in charge let her out, and she walked back up the bank,
            looking very upset with herself for not doing it.
 
Right, I thought, I’m in!
            Maybe if I do it, she’ll see it’s OK and then she’ll have another go too.
So I walked down onto the pontoon,
            and, after a brief discussion about my height-to-weight ratio,
            before I knew it I was zipped up inside the large clear spherical ball,
                        and it was my turn to step out onto the water.
 
Well, I did it, I really did.
            I stepped onto the water.
            And then I fell over,
and then I stood up again,
            and then I fell over again,
and already you’re getting the idea
            of how the next exhausting five minutes went.
 
Once, I managed five steps, at a run...
            And then I fell over.
 
Liz, meanwhile, was stood on the bank videoing the whole thing
            and laughing quite a lot
Apparently I drew something of a crowd,
            and when I eventually cried enough,
            and was pulled back to dry land
I got a small round of applause
            not for my success at walking on the water,
            but in appreciation of the inherent comedy value
            in seeing someone repeatedly and determinedly falling over
                        whilst stuck inside a giant hamster ball on a mountain-top lake.
 
See, I told you I could walk on water,
            and yes, the video is on Facebook.
 
In today’s gospel reading,
            we heard of another Simon
                        who stepped out onto the water in the middle of the storm
            and found that the reality of walking on water
                        wasn’t quite as edifying as he had perhaps hoped it would be
 
And taken together with the story of Eijah in his cave
            today’s readings invite us to consider those times in our lives
            when we find ourselves at the centre of the storm,
                        or in the eye of the whirlwind
            those times when we find ourselves in the midst of the earthquake
                        or caught in the heat of the fire
 
They invite us to think about those times in our lives
            when things don’t turn out quite as we had hoped they would
those times when we discover that we can’t actually walk on water
                        despite our best efforts to do so,
            those times when we start to sink, to scrabble, to go nowhere
            those times when we fall over again and again and again
                        and the rest of the world seems to be laughing at us
            those times when we seek for God and hear only the whistling of the wind
                        or the crashing of the earthquake
                        or the rushing of the fire
 
Sometimes these times in our lives are of our own making,
            sometimes they are the result of our own stupidity,
            or our own sinfulness
            or our own frantic efforts to spend our lives in a whirlwind of activity
 
But sometimes they just come on us out of the blue
            like a sudden storm in the mountains
            which seems to come out of nowhere on an otherwise clear day:
The unplanned illness, the bereavement, the redundancy,
            the end of a relationship
All these and so much more can come upon us
            and overwhelm us
 
And at such times, God can seem impossibly absent.
 
Despite our longing to find God in the midst of our distress,
            in the midst of our turmoil,
we find that every which way we turn
            we are deafened, defeated,
                        tossed about, overwhelmed
                                    burned and shaken
In the midst of our fear and doubt,
            sometimes God is not there
 
At such times we may seek frantically for God
            in those places where we have found him before:
                        searching for God in the familiar places
 
We may long to experience the majesty of God, the awesomeness of God,
            telling ourselves that surely this is the God we need in our distress:
                        The God who is more powerful, more mighty,
                                    than the terrifying events of our unfolding lives.
 
We may seek the God of security,
            into whose eternally strong and everlasting arms
            we can throw ourselves once again.
 
And yet the reality for many of us is that  all too often at such times,
                        in spite of our best efforts,
                                    we simply cannot find God
 
So where has this great and mighty God gone?
 
This was the question facing Elijah the prophet
            as he sat in his cave, cold, alone and afraid
 
Only a few weeks earlier,
            God had been dramatically present
                        in the fire that had rained down from heaven on Mount Carmel
                                    at Elijah’s command,
                        to consume the water-soaked offering
            in the famous stand-off with the prophets of Baal.
 
Only a few weeks earlier,
            God had been in the miraculous storm that ended the drought in Israel
                        as the cloud no bigger than a person’s hand
                        had grown to a mighty deluge of heavy rain.
 
Elijah knew from experience where to find God when life was tough:
                        God was in the fire;
                        God was in the storm.
 
But now the storm had turned on Elijah,
            and the fire of King Ahab’s revenge was threatening to consume him.
He was on the run, afraid for his life,
            and stranded in the inhospitable wilderness.
 
And at this moment of abandonment,
            Elijah did what many have done before and since,
            and he wished himself dead.
 
How quickly things change!
 
How quickly we can make the transition in our lives
            from glory and success
            to despair and despondency.
 
But God had not finished with Elijah,
            and in the midst of his doubt and self-pity,
            God gave him bread and water to strengthen him
                        for the next stage of his journey through the wilderness
 
Which brings him to where we find him today:
            in the cave in Horeb;
            alone, abandoned and afraid.
 
And in his cave, Elijah heard a voice
            telling him to go outside, onto the mountain,
            because the Lord is about to pass by.
 
‘At last!’ we can almost hear him cry...
            ‘God’s back! And this time he’s angry!’
 
And sure enough, true to form, there’s a whirlwind.
            and Elijah knows God will be in the whirlwind,
                        but God isn’t.
 
And then there’s an earthquake,
            and Elijah knows God will be in the earthquake,
                        but God isn’t
 
And then there’s a fire,
            and Elijah knows God will be in the fire,
                        but God isn’t.
 
Where has Elijah’s God gone?
            Why is God not to be found where God has been found before?
            What has changed?
 
But then, after the wind, the earthquake, and the fire,
            came the sound of sheer silence.
 
This was something new for Elijah.
            He was used to finding God in the midst of the tumult and turmoil
                        of his battles with the idolatrous God Baal and his false prophets
            But the last place Elijah would look for God would be in the sound of silence.
                        What noise does silence make anyway???
                        What does silence sound like?
 
<PAUSE>
 
We have a phrase, don’t we:
            ‘The silence was deafening’?
which we might use to describe, for example,
            a significant lack of response.
So I might ask for volunteers for the coffee rota,
            and comment that the silence of the response was deafening.
 
But the sound of sheer silence heard by Elijah was not a sound of emptiness,
            not a sound of inactivity or indifference.
It was, rather, a silence pregnant with new possibility.
            It was the silence of expectation,
            the silence of hope
 
Because in the sound of sheer silence,
            Elijah encountered God in a new way:
In the silence that followed the wind, fire and earthquake,
            Elijah received a new commission.
 
No longer was he to be the prophet of whirlwind activity,
            no longer was he to be the prophet of fiery temper,
            no longer was he the prophet who shook the very ground of people’s being.
 
The confrontations with the false prophets of Baal,
            the skirmishes with Ahab and Jezebel and those like them,
were all conflicts in the great battle against evil,
            which, dramatic though they were in their own right
            were not going to win the battle.
 
The sound of silence, for Elijah,
            led to a call to serve God in a new way:
His new commission was to appoint Hazael, Jehu and Elisha
            as the new leaders of the people of God
 
The storms of Elijah’s life
            that had led him ultimately to the despair and solitude of the cave
now gave way to a quiet purposefulness
            that led him back to the world,
            but in a new way, with a new commission.
 
Elijah’s encounter with God in the silence that followed,
            when all the activity and storms and fire
                        and earthquake had brought him to his knees
was a life-transforming encounter
            with the God who meets each of us in the depths of our despair
            offering us renewed hope, renewed life
 
The disciples made this same discovery
            late one night in the middle of a storm
            in the middle of the lake
 
Their boat was far from the land
            and the wind was against them.
 
These same disciples had, of course, only earlier that day,
            witnessed the miracle of the feeding of the five thousand.
 
But the glory of that day in the sun
            must have seemed just a distant memory to them
            as they struggled through the long dark night:
                        cold, afraid, in danger and in fear.
 
The Jesus who had seemed so real to them a few hours earlier
            was now nowhere to be seen
            and they were alone and abandoned
                        on the treacherous waters of the lake.
 
And then, just when they thought it couldn’t get any worse,
            a spectral figure emerged from the storm,
            walking towards them on the surface of the lake.
 
Is it any wonder they were convinced
            that they were seeking a ghost?
Is it any wonder that they cried out in fear?
 
But then they heard the voice:
            not the voice of the storm, not the voice of a ghost,
            but the voice of their friend and teacher,
                        coming to them across the water
            encouraging them to take heart,
                        to not be afraid.
 
In the midst of the storm, they heard their master’s voice,
            and realised that they were encountering him here in a new way
as the voice of calm, the voice of peace,
            in the midst of the storm that threatened to overwhelm them.
 
And then Simon Peter jumped in with both feet, quite literally,
            out from the boat and onto the water,
            walking across the water - really doing it!
                        not some desperate scrabble to go nowhere
                        but really walking on the water
 
But then, no sooner had the realisation hit that it was happening,
            than the fear set in, and he started to sink beneath the stormy waters
 
The encouragement from Jesus to not be afraid,
            received only moments before, was forgotten
as the fears of the storm and the waves and the water
                        came crashing upon him
and so Simon Peter needed to be rescued
            with Jesus catching his hand as he went down to the depths.
 
‘You of little faith, why did you doubt?’
            asked Jesus of Peter,
 
And he might well ask the same of us too,
            might he not?
 
How often have we been where Peter was?...
            doubting and afraid as the waves close over our heads;
the reassurances of the past lost to us in the trials of the present.
 
How often have we been where Elijah was?...
            wishing ourselves dead and unable to hear the voice of God
 
And yet the testimony of scripture
            is that neither Peter nor Elijah were abandoned.
The surprising reality for both of them
            was that they encountered God in a new way
            from the depths of their distress
 
Peter, Elijah and the disciples discovered that their vision of who God was,
            their understanding of the way God is present in this world
was transformed by their experiences of him
            in the midst of the storms that threatened to overwhelm them
 
Elijah had wanted so desperately to see his world changed,
            he had wanted to see the evil regime overthrown, the false idols banished,
                        and knew he had a calling from God to play his part in this.
 
So he had started as an activist - all thunder and whirlwind,
            and God had indeed been with him in his activism,
 
But in time he was brought to a realisation
            that the battle was not going to be won through glorious skirmishes.
Evil could only finally be defeated
            by taking the deeper, longer, harder path
            that was revealed when the storm, earthquake and fire had passed by.
 
This is the lesson of the sound of silence:
            Activism can only get you so far
 
It was the same with Jesus and the disciples in the boat.
            The miracles which they had witnessed,
                        miracles of healing wholeness and feeding and stilling,
            were indeed signs of the coming kingdom of peace,
                        they were indeed dramatic battles against the powers of evil and doubt.
 
But the disciples had to come to a realisation that ultimate victory over evil
            would only be won through the cross.
Not, as the disciples expected, through a whirlwind assault on Jerusalem
            to free the people of God from the forces of Rome.
 
They had to realise that victory over the power of evil
            could only be achieved by following a harder and more dangerous path.
 
It was only by following Jesus to the cross,
            and by waiting through the long silence of Easter Saturday,
            that ultimate victory over the dark powers of death could be won.
 
It was only through the silencing of all voices at the cross
            that God could be heard to speak the decisive words of new life in Christ.
 
So what of us?
 
Do we, like Elijah,
            long to see evil powers and principalities banished from our world?
Do we, like the disciples,
            long to see peace and justice and righteousness?
 
If so, then we can rejoice that we are on the side of the angels.
 
But the reality of our lives is that we don't have to look very far
            to encounter the false idols of materialism,
                        the false gods of hatred and suspicion.
 
We don’t have to look very far
            to find the seductive lure of power and wealth,
                        the creeping suspicion of the other,
                        the fear of the different.
 
In the face of such evil,
            we might well ask ourselves how this battle
            against the principalities and powers of this world will ever be won?
 
Sometimes we may see glimpses of the coming kingdom of Christ
            in the midst of our own frantic lives
Sometimes we may find ourselves in a whirlwind of godly activity
            as we play our part in unmasking the false prophets for what they are.
Sometimes we may see the hungry fed
            and realise that the kingdom of God is truly at hand
Sometimes we may even walk on water
 
But sometimes we may begin to sink to the depths,
            sometimes we may want to hide in a cave and wish ourselves dead,
sometimes we may doubt whether God is with us at all,
            and it is at such moments,
                        when we are with the disciples in the boat
                        or with Simon Peter on the lake
                        or with Elijah in his cave
            it is at such moments as these
                        that we catch a tantalising glimpse
                        of the way of Christ
 
So sometimes we may need to kneel in the silence,
            waiting for the voice of God to come to us in a new way
            as the incessant noise and frenetic activity of our daily lives are stilled
 
Sometimes we may need to hear afresh the voice of Christ,
            telling us not to fear as the storm rages around us
 
Sometimes we may need to clasp the hand of Christ,
            our only hope as the waves threaten to overwhelm us,
            our rescuer from the forces that would drag us down to the depths
 
Sometimes we may need to have faith,
            that God is still with us, and has not left us
            even when it feels as if we are alone and abandoned
 
The victory of Christ, you see,
            is not only about activism and activity
            it is not solely about power and politics
because one day, these too shall pass
 
Rather, the ultimate victory of Christ involves the way of the cross.
            It involves the solitude and fear of the cave,
            it involves a long night on the lake when the storm has turned against us,
            it involves sinking into the water that we once walked on.
 
Which lead us to a new realisation
            that at such times as these
            we are walking with our Lord on the way of the cross
And we can be assured that when all else has failed us,
            we can still hear the true voice of our Lord,
            calling us to trust him as we go together to the cross,
                        as we go to apparent defeat,
            calling us to wait in silence through Easter Saturday,
                        for the glorious day of resurrection and new life.
 
It is as we tread the path of the cross
            that we hear the voice of God coming to us afresh

 
The Psalmist gave voice to this hope and longing when he said:
 
Psalm 85:8-11  Let me hear what God the LORD will speak, for he will speak peace to his people, to his faithful, to those who turn to him in their hearts.  9 Surely his salvation is at hand for those who fear him, that his glory may dwell in our land.  10 Steadfast love and faithfulness will meet; righteousness and peace will kiss each other.  11 Faithfulness will spring up from the ground, and righteousness will look down from the sky. 
 
Thanks be to God.


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