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Year C, EASTER 3
John 21:
1-19 (Sermon 1: “The Rise and
Fall of Simon Jones”)
(Sermon
2: “Breakfast is Served”)
Revelation
5: 11-14
Acts 9: 1-6
Psalm 30
PREPARATION
Our
gathering here today is another wave of the one, mighty, resurrection event.
We
are convened by the living Christ.
Let us
delight in his Presence, and reaffirm our love and commitment.
We
love because Christ has first loved us.
Christ is risen!
He
is risen indeed!
To the One who sits on the throne, and to the Lamb,
be blessing and honour and glory and might
for ever and ever
OR -
The joy of the living Christ be
with you all.
And also with you.
The Lord has lifted up our soul from dark caverns of
death,
and has restored our life from
the deep pit of despair.
God has turned our weeping into dancing,
and has removed the rags of
sorrow and clothed us with happiness.
To the One who sits upon the
throne
and to the Lamb of God,
be blessing and honour, and
glory and might,
for ever and ever.
Amen!
PRAYER OF APPROACH
God of
things made utterly new, as we gather here in the name of the risen Christ,
uplift us with his continuing Easter joy..
Extend our
worship beyond habit, higher than loving duty,
and
deeper into that universe of the spirit
where delight and
praise flow more freely than the air we breathe.
To the glory of your name.
Amen.
CONFESSION AND ASSURANCE
With
confidence in Christ’s work for the healing and liberation of humanity, let us
open our hearts to his inflowing grace.
Let us pray.
Loving God,
Saviour of the weak and the foolish, and also the Saviour of the strong and the
sophisticated, we confess that we, without exception, have sinned and fallen
short of the glory of Christ Jesus.
We have rushed in where we should have gone gently,
we have stood back on the sidelines when we should have got involved. For our
successes we have looked for too much praise, and in our failures we have
accepted too little responsibility.
We have grabbed for shallow happiness at the expense
of others, and have clamped down on those generous impulses which would have
cost us much yet fostered profound happiness. We who
should be best friends with ourselves, are often our own worse enemies.
Now we turn to you for reproof, forgiveness,
correction and courage. Please have mercy upon us. Through
Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
ABSOLUTION
Children of
God, the Gospel has not offered you more anxiety and shame, but grace, peace,
and joy. Accept the gifts of God, and
live with the freedom and resilience of those who are destined for the highest
service.
Amen! Thanks be to God!
PRAYER FOR CHILDREN
Getting
Excited
Dear God,
we get excited about special
things,
like new friends, birthdays and
parties,
Christmas and summer
holidays.
Would you please help us to stay excited
about Jesus rising from the
grave?
Not just at Easter and at church,
but through every day of our
lives.
Please?
Amen!
PSALM: 30: 4-12
Sing praises
to God, you who are saved by grace,
give thanks to God’s holy Name.
God’s rebuke
lasts but a brief moment,
but Divine grace extends for a lifetime.
Weeping may
go on in the night,
but joy returns with the sunrise.
When
everything was going well I boasted:
“I am surely set up for life,
I must be a
favourite of God,
immovable as a mountain”.
So you hid
your face from me,
and I was dumbfounded.
I cried out
and pleaded with you, God,
I made my complaints heard:
“What gain
is there in my death,
if I am lowered into the grave?
Can a body
returned to dust serve you?
Would I be any good to you then?
Please hear
me, and give me another chance.
Only you, God, can get me out of this.”
Now you have turned my sorrow into dancing,
cast off the hair shirt and clothed me with joy.
I shall
never again take you for granted.
God my true Love, I will thank you for ever!
© B.D. Prewer 1998
DO YOU LOVE ME?
Do I love him?
That’s the question
which he asks beside the sea.
Do I love him? That’s a big ask
for a clayfoot thing like me.
Yes I like him, and admire him,
and most want to be his friend.
But dare I say I’ll love him
till my life comes to its end?
Yet if a fool can be fickle
yet remain in love as well,
then I swear that I’ll love him
to the other side of hell!
© B.D. Prewer 2000
COLLECT
God our most
holy Friend, you have given us a rare bread. Through
Jesus you feed us, just as he humbly fed his disciples by lake
Galilee long ago. Like John and Peter and the other disciples at that daybreak
breakfast, may we trust all Christ offers us, and pledge him a love which though never perfect,
will always be genuine. In his name and to your endless
glory.
Amen!
SERMON 1: THE FALL AND RISE OF SIMON JONES
The story of
Simon Jones is one you may have heard before. It is for me, one which never
ceases to fire my imagination and faith.
Simon Jones
was brought up in a country town by the sea, where his parents were well known
and respected. Simon was a handful as a child, and became involved in many
pranks, most of them harmless. However there were some episodes that caused his
parents considerable anxiety.
You see,
Simon was too readily influenced by others. The group around him could easily
con him into doing something stupid and dangerous..
With his mates he would get into mischief in ways he never would have done when
alone. “Too easily led,” said his Dad, shaking his head in frustration.
On the other
hand he was a popular lad, he could have been a
natural leader except for his fear of what others thought. Simon had boundless
enthusiasm for life. He would rush into new activities and give them everything
he had. There were no half measures.
When such enthusiasms were on the side of the angels, it was a joy to
see. But when he was tempted into the darker territory, his enthusiasms could
result in a sorry mess.
But all in
all, the Jones parents were proud of their son Simon. As is still common in
rural areas, Simon’s father took it for granted that his first son would learn
and finally take over the family business. Simon did in fact learn the business
with typical enthusiasm. It involved much outdoor work and he loved the
outdoors. He was so good at his work
that by his early twenties, his Dad took a back seat and let Simon run the
business with the help of his young brother Andy.
Simon
married early, with the same typical, impulsive enthusiasm. Although, because
of his work, he
was absent from home a lot, Simon was a good and loving husband. He looked
forward to becoming a father and having a son to take over the business some
day.
A GURU COMES TO TOWN
However,
something happened which drastically changed the situation. It started on that
fateful day when a travelling guru, a religious bloke with a new angle on
things, arrived in town. This guru was only a few years older than Simon, with
an engaging personality and dangerously eloquent.. At first Simon’s young brother Andy came home full of praise for the newcomer. Then, to his parents unease, Simon, curious as always, went along to one
of the guru’s meetings.
Simon was
caught up in the guru’s hype, hook line and sinker. He became an enthusiastic
convert. Although at first his wife was dismayed, and his dad was scornful,
Simon started to actually practice what the guru preached. His mum began to
admit that maybe the stranger had something. Dad stood aloof; the old religion
was good enough for him. But Mum though it would be nice to ask the young guru
around for some meals. She found she rather like this raven-eyed guru and his
message. Before long she and Simon’s young wife were also converts.
“No good
will come of this”, muttered Simon’s father. “Easily led as
always! What’s going to happen to the business now? After all my work
building it up for them?”
You see, the
trouble was that Simon and his young brother Andy were often missing from work,
for days at a time. Dad had to take it all over again, or valuable customers
would be lost to
other businesses.
On the day
that the guru announced it was time to move on and teach his stuff far afield,
Simon Jones, looking a bit sheepish, came to the old man and said that he and
Andy were going to join the guru’s mission. They would travel with him full
time, and be trained to become his offsiders; sort of junior gurus.
Dad reckoned
that after a while, Simon would get tired of this religious phase, maybe find
some new gig to get enthusiastic about. Just give the young fool time.
So, after he
had snorted his displeasure, Dad said: “If you are determined to go with this
sect, then go and give it a try. I won’t stand in your way. You have always got
some bee in your bonnet. Go and get it out of your system. It won’t last, you
know; you’ll be back.”
But Simon’s
Dad was wrong.
Simon went
off and stuck with the young guru and his team. They travelled to many towns
and cities. The guru was very popular among crowds of ordinary people; the
mission went from success to success. Though there were always some who hated
his guts. Simon was on the road for months at a time. His young wife, who loved
him dearly, decided that if she were going to see anything of her husband, she
had better travel with him. She did. It became a fixed pattern of her life
after that.
Simon and
his brother would call in home from time to time. If the guru (whom Simon
called “the Boss”) was
staying a while in their town, Simon would try his hand for a few days at his
old work. Dad hoped each time that Simon might stay on. But the eldest son knew
he had moved beyond work as the reason and goal of existence. Simon was glad
that two younger brothers were showing a keen interest in the family business;
his Dad would not have to take the responsibility for much longer.
WHEN THINGS
TURNED SOUR
After a
couple of years of stunning popularity, things started to turn sour for Simon’s
Boss. Some of the camp followers became impatient with the gentle approach of
this guru. They reckoned he should become more self assertive. More politically
involved maybe? More like the militant zealots, the terrorists of that time.
Ironically,
some of the leaders of the mainline churches thought that the guru was already
far too assertive. The heads of churches got together to see what could be done
to minimise the damage the guru and his sect was doing. They gave press
releases which cast dark aspersions on the character, and even the sanity, of
the guru.
From then
on, some towns would not permit the guru to use any public place for his
meetings. They hassled him and, on a few occasions,
had the police escort the team out of town. More followers began to drop off. Simon Jones did not worry; he always looked
on the bright side and was sure things would start soon start booming again.
When the guru himself seemed to grow pessimistic, and suggest that worse
troubles lay ahead, Simon even presumed to lecture him about “looking on the
bright side.”
“Don’t
worry, Boss,” the Jones boy said, “It’s just a temporary setback. People will
come around to seeing it your way again. You’re a winner.”
The Jones
boy was never more wrong. First the authorities stepped up the negative
propaganda about the sect, then they got the lawyers
involved. The legal eagles came up with some laws and statutes that , they claimed, the guru was breaking. Some even got ASIO involved with the bait
that the guru was really a secret terrorist, plotting a coup. They provided some cleverly edited
transcripts of things the guru had said, which made his political ambition
appear most dangerous.
Through all
this, Simon Jones still refused to face facts. Nothing bad could possibly
happen. Things were okay. Nothing could stop this new spiritual movement. God
would not let it. The Boss and the sect were unstoppable.
DISASTER
NIGHT
The Jones
boy was with the Boss on the dark night when the forces swooped and arrested
the guru. Simon blustered a bit, and threw a right uppercut, but he was totally
shocked and useless. His whole morale fell apart. He had bluffed himself so
often with the idea that nothing could harm the guru, that he was emotionally
defenceless when it happened. As the scuffles of the arrest were going on,
Simon Jones slipped away in the darkness like a frightened cur.
Later,
grimly getting his act together, he pulled his jacket around his face and
attached himself to a group of reporters waiting inside the foyer of the police
station, warming
their hands at a charcoal heater. He was hoping to get news of what was
happening. One of the women, a young and very attractive cadet reporter,
thought she recognised Simon Jones.
“Hey, you, big guy! You were with this religious nut, weren’t you?” she
asked.
He saw all
the eyes of the reporters turn on him.
His old weakness of being too easily influenced, the fear of what others thought of
him, weakened his resolve. Simon Jones swore black and blue that he had never
met the stupid guru. Three times he spat the dummy! Three times a denial. Just
then some cops came out leading the guru (now with cuts and bruises) towards a
paddy wagon.
All eyes
turned towards the guru. His dark eyes, now just small slits peering through
contusions, seemed to rest on Simon. Simon felt like vomiting. He turned and
went around the corner, and threw up in the gutter. (As you may well know, it
is indeed a most nauseating experience to think you have the courage of your
convictions, only to find that in a testing moment, you are as weak as any
other coward.)
What
happened the next day only increased Simon’s burden of shame.
BREAKFAST ON
THE BEACH
Now, not to
make this story too long, I will cut and go ahead some days. I will tell you
about what happened to Simon Jones after the guru, in spite of atrocious
mistreatment, was vindicated and set free by a much Higher Authority.
The Jones
boy had gone back to his home town. He waited there with Andy. He did not know
what for. They just waited. He decided
the best thing would be to do some work and try to forget the disaster. The
family business always involved a lot of night work The custom had grown up that sometimes
the night shift would have a barbecue breakfast together.
But this
night the fish were elusive. They caught nothing. As Simon, Andy and the gang finished work and
headed for a barbie, they found it already burning
with prawns sizzling and the billy-can boiling.
Unbelievably
the chef was the young guru. Simon stood with his mouth gaping! “It’s you, Boss!” he called out. “It’s really
you!” The grinning chef called: “Come and get it, you guys. She’s ready !” The other
workers were excited, slapped the guru on the shoulder and said: “Hey, god-guy,
good to see you back. Gave the cops the slip did ya?”
The guru
laughed and said : “Something like that. You wouldn’t
believe it if I told you!”
Simon,
without a word, went
and picked up some food, then sat down on a rock near the fire.
The guru, also without a word, came and sat beside him. They ate in
silence. Simon, remembering his
cowardice, found it hard to make the food go down his gullet.
After the
longest 10 minutes in Simon’s
life, the guru put his hand on Simon’s shoulder and softly
asked: “Simon Jones, do you love me
above everything else?”
Simon remembered
how he had run away, and then caved in when a pretty cadet reporter in a mini
skirt hassled him. Without looking up from the ground
he muttered: “Boss, you know I am your mate.”
The guru
repeated the question. Simon, kicking the ground in frustration, repeated the
same answer: “You know I am your mate.”
The guru
bent low and looked up into Simon’s eyes. Slowly and deliberately he said:
“Simon Jones, are you really my mate?”.
Simon felt
hurt. He looked back at the guru, both misery and hope in his eyes; he was
upset that the guru had asked three times, just like he had chickened out three
time. He said: “Boss, you know the lot. All of it. And
you know I am your friend.”
From that
moment, Simon Jones was once again a member of the guru’s team, with a very
important but difficult part to play, detailed to him by the guru himself.
FROM THAT DAY ON
I would like
to be able to report that from that day on, Simon was a model follower,
unswerving in his loyalty to the guru. But that would not be completely true.
Most of the time he pursued his missionary work for the guru with his
new confidence and courage. But every now and then, he was too influenced by
those around him and his faithfulness wobbled. Even at the end of his life he
had a moment of panic and cowardice. But
this final time he soon got his courage back and turned to face the challenge.
This
happened in a another country, where other religions
were not easily tolerated, and capital punishment was common, and was popular
as entertainment for the common people. (Something like some
of the Middle East nations where beheading is a weakly event watched and
cheered by the public). When trouble broke out, Simon at first fled from
the city, fearing arrest. But then he
stopped, turned, and went back to die in the same way as his guru had been
killed.
There was
however one difference. At the last, Simon Jones told his executioners he was not fit
to die the same way as the Boss. Would they please kill him upside down. And that is exactly how he died, crucified upside
down.
After that,
as happened with the guru, a Higher Authority took over who had something much
better in store for Simon. the son of John (later
knows as Peter the rock) just as the same Higher Authority has something better
in store for you and for me.
SERMON 2: BREAKFAST IS SERVED
John 21: 9 & 12.
Coming ashore they found a
charcoal fire, with fish lying on it, and some bread, and Jesus.
He said:
“Come and have breakfast.”
John
21: 9 & 12.
It is a holy
delight to read of Jesus, the risen, exalted Christ, cooking and serving breakfast for
his friends on the shores of Lake Galilee.
Daybreak, a camp fire, the aroma of grilled, fish,
Jesus and some of his fishermen disciples. They breakfasted there together in
wonderment.
TWO SPECIAL
OCCASIONS
That scene
triggers off in my memory two special, though ordinary, occasions in my life.
The first
was an evening meal on a beach. It was on small King Island, stuck out there in
the middle of Bass Strait where the roaring seas roll all the way from South
America.
My wife
Marie with infant son David, and my visiting brother Ray and I, were quests of
a most generous farming family named the Bowlings.
Mid afternoon they took us down to a small inlet on their property called
Surprise Bay, where the black-back salmon were said to be running. For a couple
of hours the sons took us out in a dingy with outboard motor while Ray and I
caught fish like we never had before (or since!) until our arms were utterly
exhausted. At evening we came ashore to
where the Bowlings had a camp fire and a 2 very large frying pans. There we enjoyed a copious meal
of freshly caught and cooked fish, served with salad and home-made bread. De....lic....ious! My brother said it was the
best fish he had ever tasted.
The second
incident was by Lake Galilee not long after dawn. Marie and I rose early from
the small hospice where we had slept and walked down to sit on the bank of a
pebbly beach. It was a calm, pristine
morning. We thought of Jesus as we sat and listened to the waves lapping the
shore of the legendry lake. Fishermen were busy about 80 metres off shore,
casting their nets in traditional fashion. But they were catching nothing. Yet
from our higher vantage point as we descended \towards the water
, we could see a school of fish on the opposite side of the boat. If we
could have spoken Arabic, we could have called out “Cast the net on the other
side of the boat and you will have some.”
These two
memories and associated feelings assist me to build a picture, and capture some
of the atmosphere, of that early morning long ago when the risen Jesus again
met with disciples, to share a breakfast of freshly caught fish. Maybe my
memories will also help you enter into the lake-side scene and sense the “vibes.”
Peter and
John and a few other confused disciples had fished all night without taking
anything. Just at daylight a man from the shore called out and directed them,
in Aramaic, where to throw their nets. The resulting catch was immense. Then “Coming ashore they found a charcoal fire, with fish lying on it, and some bread,
and Jesus. He said: “Come and have
breakfast.” There is something commonplace yet truly awesome about this
remarkable incident. It has mood and truth. It encapsulates the profound nature
of the God we worship.
EMPEROR
JESUS?
It seems to
me that many Christians have two different pictures of Jesus in their minds.
Firstly,
there is the Jesus before his death. Humble, compassionate, friend of ordinary
citizens, dinner guest of “tax collectors and sinners,” the man who chats with
children, talks about wild lilies and ravens, asks a Samaritan woman for a
drink, washes thee feet of his followers and forgives his enemies.
Then there
is the second Jesus: The Christus Victor. Christ victorious. Triumphant over evil and death. This is the king
all-powerful majestic, fearsome in power, all seeing, all judging, aloof from
the common crowd , impatient with his enemies ever “victorious, happy and
glorious, long to reign over us” and who, at the end, will come to judge the
living and the dead.
Maybe this
worldly-majestic Lord evolved from the attempt by the first Christians to
express the wonder and awe of seeing their crucified friend, now deathlessly
alive and irrepressible, and definitely on the “godward
side of reality.” But even more, this lofty, and often unapproachable, Christ,
evolved when the faith was adopted by the Emperor Constantine and became the
“established church.” He then became seen as the Emperor of emperors, with
absolute power and authority. If a common citizen came in the presence of
Caesar on his knees and trembling, how much more should Christians come in fear
and trembling before the Emperor of emperors.
[I find it
no co-incidence that the veneration of the Mother of our Lord by the masses,
grew rapidly in that 4thC era when her son became thought of as the
super-emperor]
COME AND
HAVE BREAKFAST
Emperor of emperors? Caste your mind back to the beach on Galilee. See
the man on shore building a fire and gutting fish, grilling them and serving
them to his adoring disciples. The resurrection is the victory of the man who
loved the common people and who refused to put on airs!
There on the
shore, the Christus Victor says: “Come and have breakfast.” The disciples experienced awe, they grew quiet and at first felt awkward in his
presence. But not terror. It is natural to feel awe
when one is present with the risen Christ. Awe is a healthy reaction to the
holy Friend whom death cannot hold in its tomb. A unique Friend
in whom one finds God awesomely present, is bound to bring a hush and a wonder.
Yet it is
the same Jesus. Not a different model. Have you ever gutted scaled and cooked
fish on an open fire? It is impossible to do that without getting your hands
smelly and grimy. That’s how it was with the risen Jesus. Our wonderful Christus Victor is a Lord with smelly hands, and
maybe smudges of charcoal on his face, who waits for
his friends to join him for breakfast.
The God who
comes to us in Christ is always this kind of God. Ours is a
-down-to-earth God, a humble God. Not a
lofty God who, for appearances sake, acts a humble part from time to time, yet
is glad to sneak off and clean up in secret, and get back to pomp and ceremony
as soon as possible! But a God who loves getting hands dirty and is being
totally in character when serving others.
The
resurrection does not render incarnation void. The God we find in the risen and
triumphant Christ is the same God who stays always “down to earth.” The God who is that loving
“Other” whom you will meet in the most common, and menial, and sometimes
painful events of daily life.
CLOWNS OF
GOD
Some years back (in the 1980’s),
the Australian author Morris West produced another insightful thriller called
“Clowns of God.” In it he featured the highly loving Jean Marie, the Pope who
abdicates to maintain his spiritual integrity .
Late in the
story Jean Marie suffers a stroke, and is at first mentally and physically
handicapped. At times he is patronised by doctors and nurses, talked down to
like a small child. But he is much helped by a quiet but remarkable
physiotherapist named Mr Atha. Nothing is too much
trouble, nothing too humble a task. The therapist slowly but
surely leads Jean Marie out of handicap and times despair. Later,
speaking with a friend, Carl, about Mr Atha, Jean
Marie says:
“He’s very vague about himself - and a lot of
other things as well. He says he comes from the Middle East. He was brought up
in the Jewish tradition and he’s a non-believer. But, Carl, he’s a unique man. He’s young, as you can see. He can’t be older
than the mid-thirties. Yet he has so much maturity, so much inner endurance.
When I was at my lowest, I clung to him like a drowning man......He slipped so
easily into my life it was as if I had known him forever.”
Finally the
true identity of Mr Atha is disclosed. He is Christ,
come again among his people. A “non-believer” because he fully knows! A humble man helping
people. Not some terrifying Being, trailing banners of fierce light, but
a unique therapist, caring for broken bodies and souls.
Morris West has got it right! That is the Easter
Christ whom we celebrate. The same Lord who got his hands
dirty and fed his disciples by a camp fire on the shores of Galilee.
Resurrection, and what we call “the parousia” (the coming or the arrival of
Christ) shows us the same Jesus, and through him the same God.
Glory be to the
down-to-earth God!
Involved with us here and now!
With us and for us!
Glory be to his Christ, our Lord and Saviour,
who invites even us
today to share his resurrection breakfast!
THANKSGIVING
Wonderful
are you, God of Christ Jesus,
your love does not weary nor does your patience wear thin.
We thank you
for understanding how difficult for us to always keep faithful
to you in testing situations.
We thank you
for going out of your way to get alongside us and giving us
the chance to honestly face ourselves.
We thank you
for forgiving mistakes and restoring us to full communion
in the
fellowship of your church.
`We thank
you for trusting those who have failed you badly
with new
opportunities and responsibilities.
Wonderful
are you, God of Christ Jesus,
your mercies are past numbering
and your saving
initiatives are never exhausted.
Thanks,
praise and glory belongs to you from all the ends of the earth.
Amen!
INTERCESSIONS
We pray for
courageous political figures who maintain their early
ideals,
and those who have surrendered them in a thousand compromises.
We pray for
the quiet, reliable citizens, whose firm integrity steadies the community,
and for well meaning but fickle people, who let down those who depend on
them.
We pray for
patient church members, who work unflustered towards long term goals,
and for the impetuous souls who want more instant success than Jesus had.
We pray for
experienced believers who have served Christ from
childhood to old age,
and for recent converts who may be
in danger of slipping backwards into indifference.
We pray for
handicapped and sick people whose experience deepens their compassion,
and for lucky people with perfect health who may tend to be thoughtless
and impatient.
We pray for
the bereaved who are courageously trying to put their lives together again,
and for those who have never known sorrow yet expect the sad to get over it quickly.
Most loving
God, to journey with Christ is to warmly live, to fall away is to grow cold and
slowly die,
help us who have prayed for other people, to recognise our own weaknesses
and to trust your Spirit to supply the kind of help which we most aptly
need.
For your purpose and praise.
Through Jesus Christ our
Lord.
Amen
SENDING OUT
Christ asks
if we love him?
If we say
yes, he says; “Then care for one another.”
This is our
opportunity to make a difference, to live lovingly
on
the frontiers of his bright new world.
We cannot promise to do it perfectly, but we can
give it a go,
relying on his abundant wisdom to take our small love,
and fit it into a larger pattern of good for all creation.
May God
bless the world in which you move,
and
bless your home and bless your friends.
May God
bless the eyes with which you see,
and
bless the ears with which you listen.
May God
bless the way you use your hands,
bless the way you employ your tongues.
( From a Celtic prayer)
As a bonus
from the living God in Christ Jesus,
grace mercy and peace will be yours, today and always.
Amen!
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