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SERMONS
The
Third Sunday after Pentecost
June 24, 2001
By
David Christian
Once
upon a time, in a far-off country, there lived a man. This man lived
in a large, beautiful house in a village at the base of a tall
mountain. He was quite wealthy and his life was filled with
beautiful things. He was well-liked and respected, a leader in the
village. Yet he was not satisfied. Something seemed to be missing.
High
above him towered the mountain. Away up toward its peak, well above
the snow line, on a clear, sunny day you could catch a glint of
gold. One day he heard of an ancient legend. The legend claimed that
there, high on the mountain, was a golden place. In that place, was
the source of all meaning. There your deepest desire could be met.
But
the way was hard and dangerous. There were no stories of anyone who
had been to the golden place and returned. Indeed there were no
stories of anyone who had even attempted the journey.
The
man thought long about the story. Every day he would go out to look
up at the mountain, hoping to catch a glimpse of the golden place.
Finally, one day, he came to a decision. The stories, he decided,
were true.
“There,”
he said at last, “is the answer to my longing. There I can find
fulfillment and meaning and peace.”
He
began to tell everyone he knew about the golden place. He would
speak about how wonderful it was; about how it could satisfy that
deep desire that nothing else could satisfy.
Others
began to believe in the golden place as well. Finally, a group
decided to attempt the climb. They invited all who desired the
golden place to climb with them. After several weeks their
preparations were completed. Early one morning they set off.
But
the man was not with them. There were too many things tying him to
the village: his home, his possessions,
his friends, his position in the village. So he stayed behind.
The
climbers never returned. The man grew older. Eventually he died,
there in his beautiful home, surrounded by his lovely belongings and
his friends. There he died, still unsatisfied, still longing for
something more, still speaking of the golden place.
Today’s
gospel finds Jesus and his disciples alone. Jesus asks them what the
crowds are saying about him; who do people say that he is? “John
the Baptist, Elijah, one
of the ancient prophets,” they answer.
Then
he asks them the question. “But you, who do you say that I am?”
It is
Peter who gets it right, Peter who first falls upon the truth.
“You are the Messiah,” he says. “You are the holy
one of God. You are God’s anointed one, the one who will bring us
freedom.”
We
are here today because we recognize the truth of that claim. Most,
if not all of us, I am sure, would answer with Peter that Jesus is
the Christ, the Messiah, God’s Savior, the Lord. We would claim
that that truth is very important, indeed the most important thing
in our lives.
Perhaps,
with characteristic Episcopal reticence, we would be a little
embarrassed to talk about it much. We wouldn’t want to make others
uncomfortable; or to be uncomfortable ourselves. But we recognize
that truth, and we acknowledge it.
Jesus
is the Messiah, the Lord.
But
how many of us are willing to go the next step? For Jesus doesn’t
stop there. After ordering his disciples to keep quiet, Jesus goes
on to say, “If any want to become my followers, let them deny
themselves and take
up their cross daily and follow me.”
It is
not enough to acknowledge that Jesus is Lord. It is not enough to
give intellectual assent to a proposition.
If we
would enter into relationship with Jesus… If we would discover the
joy and meaning that such a relationship brings… If we would find
the new life of Christ… then we must follow.
We
must be ready and willing to put down—to lay aside—to
deny—anything that would stand in our way.
What
keeps you from following Jesus? What holds you back? What do you
need to deny?
It’s
not enough to stand at the bottom of the mountain and tell others
how wonderful it must be at the top.
You’ve
got to make the journey.
Start
climbing now.
David
Christian
The
Chapel of the Cross
Madison, Mississippi
Luke
9:18-24
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