Mark 1. 4 – 11 Baptism of our Lord

Epiphany I| January 11, 2009  | Year B RCL

St. Andrew’s Episcopal Church, Yardley, PA                                                                                                  © The Very Rev. Dr. Daniell C. Hamby

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Mark 1:4-11

John the baptizer appeared in the wilderness, proclaiming a baptism of repentance for the forgiveness of

sins. And people from the whole Judean countryside and all the people of Jerusalem were going out to

him, and were baptized by him in the river Jordan, confessing their sins. Now John was clothed with

camel’s hair, with a leather belt around his waist, and he ate locusts and wild honey. He proclaimed,

“The one who is more powerful than I is coming after me; I am not worthy to stoop down and untie the

thong of his sandals. I have baptized you with water; but he will baptize you with the Holy Spirit.” In

those days Jesus came from Nazareth of Galilee and was baptized by John in the Jordan. And just as he

was coming up out of the water, he saw the heavens torn apart and the Spirit descending like a dove on

him. And a voice came from heaven, “You are my Son, the Beloved; with you I am well pleased.”

 


 

About five miles out of Milledgeville, Georgia you come across the Oconee River.

          It is a major waterway in the state

                   Running from northwest to southeast

                             It is wide and shallow in some places and narrow in deep in others

                                       It twists and turns,

                                       To look at it on the map, it looks like the back of a snake.

But near Milledgeville there is a wide, shallow place

          And it is the place where some of the churches go to baptize their members.

          Of course, outdoor baptisms can only take place in warmer weather

                   Which means late spring until early fall in that part of the world

                             Usually near to Easter.

I have a picture, somewhere, of an African Methodist Episcopal Zion congregation

          With their pastor, a certain Mr. Davis,

                   At the annual baptizing….

                   There is a group of folks standing on the banks, dressed to the nines

                   The church mothers have their heads covered in amazing hats

                   Some of them wear African garb… others are dressed in white, head to toe.

                   To one side, under a picnic shelter sit the doings for dinner after the service

                             And you can be sure there are baskets of fried chicken,

                             And bowls of green beans, cooked with side meat, and

                             Gallons of potato salad and of course, sweet tea….

                             And maybe just one chocolate cake.

Down in the river stands Preacher Davis in a long white robe

          He has on fishing waders underneath it

                   And around him are two or three church deacons, there to be of assistance

          And standing in a line, awaiting their turn

                   Are all of the candidates,

                             The men and boys are dressed in navy blue pants and white shirts and red ties

                             The women and girls are wearing white dresses, white shoes, white pocketbooks.

One by one they will be led down to the river by the deacons

          And in a deeper pool of water, where the current is not too strong

                   Preacher Davis will ask each one of them:  “What do you believe”

                   And each of them will answer in a loud, and confident (if trembling) voice

                   “I believe in Jesus!”

                             And he will then take a white handkerchief

                                       Cover their nose and mouth

                                                And ease them backwards into the pool

                                                Until the water covers their head

                                                And the darkness of the river surrounds their soul

                                                And the cold water of the Oconee penetrates their body

                             I Baptize you….he will say

                             And I raise you up to a new life in Jesus.

And everyone laughs when the poor candidate comes up

          Sometimes sputtering and coughing or sneezing water…

                   Sometimes with a crazed look in their eyes

                             Sometimes with the look of abject and total fear in their eyes.

And on the Bank everyone claps and sings

          “Take me to the water…take me to the water….take me to the water to be Baptized.”

                   It’s not in the Hymnal 1982.

 

I am told, that once upon a time, many years ago,

          On Baptizing Sunday,

                   The air force decided to test one of its new fighter jets

                             The kind that go faster than the speed of sound….

          The Jet would fly about tree top height, screaming fast

                   Until it reached the velocity the test required

                             And then pull straight up.

          So, on Baptizing Sunday, that year, about a quarter mile up river from the shallows

                   Yonder came the fighter jet.

                             Preacher Davis was in the middle of baptizing

                             And here came this sound….a banshee out of the skies

                             And at the precise moment the jet got to the middle of the river

                             The sound barrier was breached and there was an enormous boom

                             The sun caught the underbelly of the airplane so that it gleamed

                   and even though most of the people were smart enough to know what happened

          there were one or two who said:

that’s what it was like when Jesus was baptized….

A great thunder from heaven….a great light….God’s approval of what was going on.

 

I know we don’t often think of it this way,

          But the Church, and especially the early church, has always thought

                   That Baptism was a dangerous business.

                   A dangerous business.

For one thing, you never know what might be lurking in the river,

          Waiting for you when you go all the way under.

                   Laugh if you want to,

                   But it is not an accident that the Psalmist speaks of

                             “The Great Leviathan” which thou hast made for the sport of it

                             A whale the size of this church

                                       Which could swallow a man whole, and spit him out on a shore.

          In today’s Epistle reading from Acts

                   There is a whole discussion about John’s Baptism for Repentance

                             And then Paul’s follow-up baptism “with the Holy Spirit.”

                             And did you hear what Luke says in the text

                                       They were baptized by Paul, in the water, and filled with the Holy Apirit

                                                And all began speaking in tongues.

                                                Speaking in tongues.

                                                Wow. I’ve never done that.

                                                I’m not sure if I want to.

                                                But to be filled with the Spirit…..WOW.

 

Maybe dangerous because of what happens immediately after Baptism,

          In Jesus story….remember….he is driven into the wilderness

                   Where he lives for 40 days and 40 nights…..nothing to eat.

                   Only himself and the Holy Spirit to deal with

                   And it all ends with the face of evil, and the temptations

                             To grandiosity, to wealth,

                             And the temptation to abandon any sense, any sense at all

                                       Of his mission as the bringer of God’s Realm and Rule.

          Doesn’t sound too dangerous to us, I guess

                   At least not until you begin listening to what Jesus says

                             About forsaking self and taking up a cross

                             About giving your time and energy and creativity

                                       To everyone in the world who is lost and forgotten

                                       Hungry and lonely

                                       Homeless and hopeless.

                   Doesn’t sound too dangerous at all

                             Until you find yourself cheek by jowl with the powers and principalities of the world

                                       Which use innocent people’s money for usury and theft

                                                Ruining lives and futures and families…

                   Doesn’t sound too dangerous

                             Until you wonder what it might be like

                                       To walk into the corporate board room of, say, PECO

                                       And ask: why do you shut off the electricity

                                                On single mothers with children

                                                Who can’t pay their bills….and have no hope of paying their bills….

                                                          When it is thirty degrees outside.

                                                          Oh….it is a business decision….a business decision. 

                                                          Well that must make everything OK,

                                                          When it is good business.

 

Baptism doesn’t seem so dangerous until you realize

          That the purpose here is to both draw us together and to provoke us to leave here

                   To go into the world as Christ’s representatives of a new order

                   An order in which the poor are offered good news

                   In which the lame can walk, the blind can see

                   An order in which the rich are cast down from their thrones

                   And the haughty are sent away empty handed…

          Dangerous, because every one of us here, who was once baptized

                   Even if we were three weeks old and don’t remember a thing about it

                             Dangerous because we also were filled with the Holy Spirit

                                       And marked as God’s own forever

                                       An indelible mark, an invisible mark,

                                                A mark made manifest by the simple gesture of embracing a weeping man

                                                          Who has just been told that his job has ended

                                                                    He’s fifty six years old.

                                                                             He has never been unemployed in his life

                                                                             It is Baptism that will hold him….

                                                                             It is Baptism that will succor him

                                                                             It is Baptism that will comfort and help him

                                                                    Because every one of us in this room

                                                          Who are baptized as well

                                                Who also have been sealed with the oil of Gladness

                                       Everyone of us is that man’s sister or brother

                             And we will treat him with care and love and respect

                   We will love him with the compassion of a community

          We will surround him with the gladness of God’s church.

 

Baptism is a dangerous business because it doesn’t ask us if we want to be a Christian

It, rather, drives us out into the world

          Where we discover early on,

                   That we must live as a follower of Jesus Christ

                             Or become one of the mumbling masses who only have eyes

                                       For one more thing……that we can buy…..for $39.95, if you act now.

 

Today you celebrate a milestone in the life of St. Francis Church

          You do not so much begin a new ministry

          As much as you continue the ministry that has been yours all along

                   And you do it with a new Vicar.

                             Forgive me for taking a personal privilege and saying how fortunate I think you are

                                       To have this brother joining you in your ministry.

                                       He is exceptionally good at all that he does,

                                       And I know him to be a man of deep faith.

 

What you do today, I believe, is to embark together in a Baptismal journey,

          A journey marked by fellowship, prayer, breaking of bread and Apostolic Teaching.

          A journey signified by repentance and conversion of heart

          A journey which seeks that of the Christ in everyone

                   Which proclaims in word and example the Gospel of the Christ

          A journey which intentionally includes

                   Working for peace and for justice

                   And for the dignity of every daughter or son of God.

 

But you set out on this journey, not alone,

          You do it together with your new Vicar,

                   And you do it with the God who has called you to be church

                   The God who has called you to be priest and people together

                   The one God who has invited you to join in ministry.

 

And what kind of ministry will it be?

          I pray God it will be a ministry of the heart.

          A ministry in which you touch one another with compassion

          A ministry in which, as one of the women theologians say:

                   You listen the Gospel out of each other.

          A ministry in which you are collectively the Body of Christ

                   Broken for the world….agents of reconciliation, heirs of salvation.

                             A ministry of the heart.

 

I stumbled on a story awhile back  about a little boy that had something wrong with him.

          The child lived in rural Georgia , not far from the Oconee river,

                   To the naked eye he was as normal a boy as could be

                             But he couldn’t play hard, or do simple chores,

                                       He got winded easily…

So his parents took him to the children’s hospital at Emory University,

          And the physicians did their tests and measurements

                   And came back to his parents with devastating news:

                             The boy had a deadly defect in his heart,

                                       And if it wasn’t surgically corrected, he would surely die

                                       But the surgery was so risky, that if he had the surgery

                                                There could be no guarantee that the child would survive

                                                And even if he did, well….you know.

There was the usual family consult about it

          And at the urging of the physicians, they then went to the child’s bedside

                   To ask what he wanted to do….

                             And the little boy, with as much courage as he could muster

                                       “Of course I want to have the surgery.” He said.

                                       And his father blanched, and his mother cried.

But, said the child, look.

When you cut open my heart, I already know what you will find.

“and what is that?” the surgeon asked?

“Jesus.  You will find Jesus.”  The surgeon smiled his professional surgeon smile.

“of course…of course, he said.”

Over the next few days as all of the arrangements were made

          The little boy told virtually every nurse and doctor and orderly and janitor

                   Anybody who came into his room

                             That they were going to cut open his heart

                                       And when they looked inside, they would see Jesus.

 

So the day of the surgery came.

          You can imagine what it was like when time came to go through the doors

                   Where the parents couldn’t go.

                             He waved….the boy….he smiled….

When the surgeons got into his little heart

          They found that the damage to the heart muscle

was more extensive than they had thought.

                   The chief surgeon found his eyes filling with tears as he did his work

                             Even his hard, protective layer of objectivity, couldn’t contain what was happening.

 

Seven and a half hours later,

          He walked out in his powder blue scrubs, and found the boy’s parents

                   They went into one of those little rooms

                   And the news..was mixed.

                   They had done their best, it was worse than they thought,

                             It was now up to the little boy, said the surgeon

                                       Only time would tell, he said

                                       And then, he hesitated a second and said….maybe it was all up to God. 

 

Hours later, the kid started coming out of the Anesthesia

          And as instructed the Recovery Room nurse paged the Surgeon

                   And he was standing there when the little boy opened his eyes.

                             The child could hardly whisper from the tube that had been put in his throat.

                             The surgeon looked at the boy and smiled “I think you’re going to be all right”

                                       He said.

                             “What did you find in my heart?” the little boy asked him….

                             And the surgeon….stopped silent for a split second….stuttered

His eyes filled with tears, and his voice full of emotion said

                                       “Jesus….that’s what I found in your heart.” [1]

 

Years ago, old Reinhold Niebuhr wrote a little book called Justice and Mercy

          Everybody has forgotten it now…just like they have forgotten old Niebuhr

                   But in Justice and Mercy   Niebuhr writes:

 “When we talk about love, we have to become mature or we will become sentimental. Basically love means being responsible, responsible to our family, toward our civilization, and now by the pressures of history, toward the universe of humankind”[2]

 

At the risk of being sentimental,

I would say that love has something to do with Baptism and Baptismal ministry

Giving way to Jesus who invites us to join him

Jesus who  lives in you and me Right here….

The most important  gift that we get in the water of Baptism. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                  



[1] This story is adapted from a report  in The Macon Telegraph and News, circa 1987

[2] Niebuhr, Reinhold,  Justice and Mercy, p. 35