
Walking down the street, Jesus saw a man blind from birth. His disciples asked, “Rabbi, who sinned: this man or his parents, causing him to be born blind?”
Jesus said, “You’re asking the wrong question. You’re looking for someone to blame. There is no such cause-effect here. Look instead for what God can do. We need to be energetically at work for the One who sent me here, working while the sun shines. When night falls, the workday is over. For as long as I am in the world, there is plenty of light. I am the world’s Light.”
He said this and then spit in the dust, made a clay paste with the saliva, rubbed the paste on the blind man’s eyes, and said, “Go, wash at the Pool of Siloam” (Siloam means “The Sent One”). The man went and washed—and saw.
Soon the town was buzzing. His relatives and those who year after year had seen him as a blind man begging were saying, “Why, isn’t this the man we knew, who sat here and begged?”
Others said, “It’s him all right!”
But others objected, “It’s not the same man at all. It just looks like him.”
He said, “It’s me, the very one.”
They said, “How did your eyes get opened?”
“A man named Jesus made a paste and rubbed it on my eyes and told me, ‘Go to Siloam and wash.’ I did what he said. When I washed, I saw.”
“So where is he?”
“I don’t know.”
They marched the man to the Pharisees. This day when Jesus made the paste and healed his blindness was the Sabbath. The Pharisees grilled him again on how he had come to see. He said, “He put a clay paste on my eyes, and I washed, and now I see.”
Some of the Pharisees said, “Obviously, this man can’t be from God. He doesn’t keep the Sabbath.”
Others countered, “How can a bad man do miraculous, God-revealing things like this?” There was a split in their ranks.
They came back at the blind man, “You’re the expert. He opened your eyes. What do you say about him?”
He said, “He is a prophet.”
The Jews didn’t believe it, didn’t believe the man was blind to begin with. So they called the parents of the man now bright-eyed with sight. They asked them, “Is this your son, the one you say was born blind? So how is it that he now sees?”
His parents said, “We know he is our son, and we know he was born blind. But we don’t know how he came to see—haven’t a clue about who opened his eyes. Why don’t you ask him? He’s a grown man and can speak for himself.” (His parents were talking like this because they were intimidated by the Jewish leaders, who had already decided that anyone who took a stand that this was the Messiah would be kicked out of the meeting place. That’s why his parents said, “Ask him. He’s a grown man.”)
They called the man back a second time—the man who had been blind—and told him, “Give credit to God. We know this man is an impostor.”
He replied, “I know nothing about that one way or the other. But I know one thing for sure: I was blind . . . I now see.”
They said, “What did he do to you? How did he open your eyes?”
“I’ve told you over and over and you haven’t listened. Why do you want to hear it again? Are you so eager to become his disciples?”
With that they jumped all over him. “You might be a disciple of that man, but we’re disciples of Moses. We know for sure that God spoke to Moses, but we have no idea where this man even comes from.”
The man replied, “This is amazing! You claim to know nothing about him, but the fact is, he opened my eyes! It’s well known that God isn’t at the beck and call of sinners, but listens carefully to anyone who lives in reverence and does his will. That someone opened the eyes of a man born blind has never been heard of—ever. If this man didn’t come from God, he wouldn’t be able to do anything.”
They said, “You’re nothing but dirt! How dare you take that tone with us!” Then they threw him out in the street.
Jesus heard that they had thrown him out, and went and found him. He asked him, “Do you believe in the Son of Man?”
The man said, “Point him out to me, sir, so that I can believe in him.”
Jesus said, “You’re looking right at him. Don’t you recognize my voice?”
“Master, I believe,” the man said, and worshiped him.
Jesus then said, “I came into the world to bring everything into the clear light of day, making all the distinctions clear, so that those who have never seen will see, and those who have made a great pretense of seeing will be exposed as blind.”
Some Pharisees overheard him and said, “Does that mean you’re calling us blind?”
Jesus said, “If you were really blind, you would be blameless, but since you claim to see everything so well, you’re accountable for every fault and failure.”
In John’s Gospel, Jesus is THE SENT ONE. (Like the pool in this story is the “Sent One”) Jesus is SENT by God into the Old Creation to transform it into a New Creation. There are seven signs in John’s Gospel to continually drive home that point. Jesus shows his power over nature by turning water into wine. Shows his authority over disease by healing an official’s child on the other side of town. Shows he’s the giver of life when he feeds the 5000. Shows he’s the new boss of nature by walking on water. He shows himself as the light of the world by giving the man born blind sight and next week, when Jesus raises Lazarus, he will show us that he has power over death itself. The only trouble with a New Creation, is that it’s… well… NEW. And “NEW” is hard. Particularly for those who really love the “OLD”! Now, the Old Creation wasn’t bad. In fact, God made it not just Good, but VERY GOOD. But that only makes letting go of it that much harder.
So what’s all that got to do with us? Well, God making Old things New is a never ending, continually unfolding story, isn't it? When I got here, we were The Church of What’s Happenin’ Now! The Rectory Remodel, then Rainbow Chairs, Beer and Hymns, Federation, The Appalachian Trail, Sheffield Pride, A Cycling Hospitality Center, Solar Panels, Berkstock, Bake Sales, and Barbecue, the Hilpl House remodel, a new shed, new signs, a Memorial Garden redux. Not even Covid could stop us! We innovated online worship, became Bishop Fisher’s Proto Cathedral and video studio, and matched unused restaurants with hungry families with Feeding Friends! We were "The Church of What’s Happenin’ Now" and it was GOOD. In fact I would be so bold as to say it was VERY Good. The Holy Spirit called, as the kids say, we crushed it!
But the world is changing. Our church is changing. A few of us have been trying to prop up the Old Creation. Personally taking on more, just trying to keep "The Church of What’s Happenin’ Now"… Happenin’… but that’s just made us grumpy. I really didn’t realize how grumpy I’d gotten until I saw others getting grumpy for the same reason. Granted, I’m grumpy even on a good day, but this was well beyond normal grumpy.
Then it hit me, like SIGHT given to a man born BLIND… this is what it feels like to try and hold onto an OLD CREATION when God is trying to get you to follow THE SENT ONE into a NEW CREATION! Grumpy and frustrated are Pharisee feelings! That’s what it feels like when God’s trying to get you to pull your head out of your… pocket… we’ll just say pocket… and live into a New Creation and you’re resisting!
So, what is this “New Creation” God's calling us into? THAT is the right question. When our daughter Eren was getting her degree in Social Work they talked about measuring the amount of energy you have each day in terms of “spoons”. Everyone gets so many spoons each day. Doing things throughout the day costs you spoons. Easy things don’t cost many spoons. Hard things cost lots of spoons, but either way when you've spent all your spoons for the day, you’re emotionally DONE. Even if there’s more to do, you’re still just done… and not just done, but done-done.
So, let me ask you a question. How many spoons did a normal day cost you back 5 or 7 years ago? Maybe six or seven out of ten? Nine on a hard day. Every once in the while a day would cost you all ten or maybe twelve, putting you in a deficit for the next day. But that didn’t happen often. Right? How many spoons does a normal day cost you today? For me, ten out of ten every… damn… day, and that’s when everything goes perfectly. I don’t think I’m alone with that. I think that for the vast majority of us, a NORMAL day… just getting from today to tomorrow… costs many of us every spoon we have, and all too often, more than we have.
With the world like that, God no longer needs us to be “The Church of What’s Happening Now” even if we could keep it up… and we can’t! What God needs us to be now is a New Creation for the world in which we're now living. But what does THAT look like? The details are still fuzzy to me. But it somehow involves gathering and fostering a community with a mystic’s willingness to live in uncertainty, with deeply compassionate hearts, and practicing with others how to love one another while holding everything this chaotic world throws at us very loosely.
Or, as John Arthur puts it… a ministry of More Huggin’ and Less Luggin’! Honestly through, as far as the details go, it feels to me like we’re in the same spot the man born blind found himself at the end of this story. He knew the Old Creation no longer worked. But at the same time, literally everywhere he looked… everything he saw, was something he’d literally never seen before! Imagine how absolutely overwhelming, totally confusing, and exhausting that would be! I think "absolutely overwhelmed, totally confused and exhausted" is where we are as a church in this moment. For the record, I don't like it. It’s uncomfortable. And it's also exactly where we are called to be in this moment.
So what do we do with all that? First, we give ourselves permission to let the Old Creation go. Next, like the man born blind, I think we just try to follow Jesus, fumbling and figuring as we go. You see, I don’t know exactly what this New Creation is asking of us, but I do think following the One who is light in the darkness, turns water into wine, conquers disease, fills the hungry with good things, rewrites rules in favor of compassion, and has the power to raise the dead… following that One… even when our following is filled with confused fumbling… following that One is probably a really good place to start. Amen.
