Friday, September 8, 2017

Shall We Gather at the River?

13th Sunday after Pentecost
September 3, 2017
Exodus 1:15-2:10; Romans 12:1-8

            One of the things I knew I was going to miss about leaving Eastern Baltimore County was its proximity to the water.  On the map, we were “this close” to the water. In reality, you almost never saw it because houses lined the inlets of the rivers and the bay. Going and being able to stare at water is something that has always brought me peace. It doesn’t matter whether it’s an ocean or a bay or a river, just sitting and looking out on the water brings calm to my soul. Now, we were reminded again last week that water doesn’t always bring healing. Hurricane Harvey brought record amounts of rain to Texas and Louisiana, measured in trillions of gallons. Water can do damage. We know that full well. Egypt knows that, too, as the Nile River used to flood yearly until they built Aswan Dam. Yet Ancient Egypt also couldn’t live without the Nile River, as it was their only source of irrigation for their crops. They counted on its annual flooding in order to water the fields that were farther from the river. The answer to the question of our last hymn this morning, shall we gather at the river, really seems to be that it depends. If the river’s flooding, no, we don’t really want to gather at the river. But if the river is the river of life that flows by the throne of God, a river that gives life, then, yes, let us gather with the saints at that river.
            We read Moses’ birth story this morning, and you may have noticed, he’s the only one with a name, but he’s not one of the main characters. Everything happens to him and around him, which I suppose makes sense, since he’s only a three month old baby. Continuing on from last week, Pharaoh is still so incensed over these Israelites that oppression and slavery and bitter labor aren’t harsh enough. He still feels so threatened by them that he commands that all the baby boys be killed, in fact, thrown into the Nile River. Yet there are some who fear God more than they fear the king, and two midwives get around Pharaoh’s edict. They claim that the Hebrew women are in labor for no time at all and the baby’s born before they arrive to help. Then, Moses’ mother manages to have him in secret. However, by the time he’s three months old, she can no longer hide him, and in her hope to save him, she turns to the river. Other babies are being drowned there, but she fixes a waterproof basket, puts Moses in it, and sets him among the reeds of the river. This river that is being used to kill, she is hoping and praying will bring life for her baby. Moses’ sister, Miriam, hides nearby to keep watch and see what will happen.
            What happens next is that Pharaoh’s own daughter comes down to the river to bathe. You get the impression that this isn’t the spot on the river where they’re putting the baby boys. Yet Pharaoh’s daughter must have known about that. She comes to the river that is being used to kill in order to clean herself. There’s a little bit of irony in this, or perhaps it’s that Moses’ mother and Pharaoh’s daughter both remember that the purpose of the Nile is life-giving, even if Pharaoh is twisting it for his own purposes. Pharaoh’s daughter finds the basket, correctly deduces that this baby must belong to the Hebrews, and has compassion on the baby. Miriam sees the compassion and bravely steps forward to offer to find a wet nurse. Pharaoh’s daughter agrees, and Moses’ mother is hired as a wet nurse for her own son. You wonder if there was any family resemblance among Moses, Miriam, and his mother? Pharaoh’s daughter probably suspected. Yet she, too, goes around her father to make sure this baby boy lives. Moses spends his early childhood with his biological family before being brought back to Pharaoh’s daughter, who adopts him. And it’s Pharaoh’s daughter who names him, Moses, because she drew him out of the water. Moses is similar to the Egyptian word for water, and similar to the Hebrew word for “draw out.” It adds some nice foreshadowing as Moses will one day draw the Hebrews out of Egypt. And the river did turn out to be a life-giving, life-saving place for baby Moses. His mother took a risk, and it paid off.
            In the church, we also turn to water for our salvation. In the waters of baptism we are marked, sealed, and named as Christ’s own. We become a member of God’s family, and not just any member but a beloved child. Yet in thinking about water in terms of life and salvation, we often think that means water shouldn’t be a means of death, or it’s being used wrongfully when it is. Water is necessary for life, and yet floodwaters are destructive. The truth is that both life and death are found in baptism. Baptism is dying to our old self, our old way of life, and being born again. The waters of baptism are both death and life. In fact, “the early church often built its baptismal fonts in the shape of tombs.”[1] Nowadays we tend to gloss over more of that side of baptism, and focus more on life and washing clean. For the early Christians, baptism meant a very definite marking of ending their old way of life. They didn’t live the same way after their baptism. Life changed. They didn’t worship the Emperor. They became part of a persecuted minority. It was a big deal to become a Christian. The waters of baptism are both death and life, just like the Nile River.
In his letter to the Romans, Paul wrote, “Offer your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God—this is your true and proper worship.”[2] That is what happened to baby Moses and what happens in baptism. Moses’ mother offered him, a tiny, helpless baby, with forces at work that could well mean death and destruction for him. In a similar way, we offer ourselves as living sacrifices, go through the waters of baptism, and come out on the other side. It’s what happens when we come to church for worship; we offer ourselves again to God, to be used by him, shaped by him, focused on him and not on ourselves. That’s why it’s “our true and proper worship;” it’s focusing on God, not on our needs, our wants, our preferences. Paul continued in his letter, “Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will.” Only through your own transformation are you able to best discern God’s will. Transformation through baptism, through worship, they shouldn’t leave you the same on the other side. Water washes away and makes things new again. The early Christians had the symbol of the tomb for their baptismal font; ours are often eight-sided, representing the eighth day of creation and everything being made new. And the truth is, you need both to get the full picture. Moses’ mother put him in the river not knowing what was going to happen to him or who was going to find him. She just knew she had to try something.
            The last hymn we’re going to sing this morning, Shall We Gather at the River, was written by a Baptist minister, Robert Lowry, during the Civil War. He felt that there were too many songs focusing on the river of death and not enough on the river of life that flows from the throne of God.[3] That’s an image that comes from Revelation 22 and it captivated Robert Lowry. “The angel showed me the river of the water of life, as clear as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb.” And Robert Lowry had the thought, “’Shall we be among the privileged number who stand before the throne singing the praises of the Savior?’ Then he answered his own question, ‘Yes, we'll gather!’”[4]
            Moses’ mother and sister decided to gather at the river and brought Moses with them. Pharaoh’s daughter decided to gather at the river. The river of life, the river of death, both describe the Nile River. They’re two sides of the same coin. It’s the same river. Water can mean redemption or it can mean destruction. The Nile River was both. The Red Sea that the Israelites crossed and Pharaoh’s army drowned in was both. Baptism is both. Transformation is both. Pruning is both. Making room for new life and new growth means something has to go for there to be room. Transformation means you’re different afterward. Baptism means you’re different afterward, whether your parents chose for you like Moses and those of us who were baptized as babies, or whether you chose for yourself. It means we continually offer ourselves to God as living sacrifices for God to do with us as he will. We offer ourselves, just as Moses’ mother offered up him, not knowing what will come next. We trust that it will be plans to prosper us and not to harm us, plans to give us hope and a future. So, may we always gather at the river, where there’s room enough for all, like God’s table. May we always remember its power to transform, God’s power to transform. May we keep our eyes and our trust on him, and not on ourselves.  

My Dad and me on the Nile River in Egypt, ca. 1983. The Nile had again become a place of filth and destruction, full of Cairo's sewage. My Dad was among the corps of engineers who designed Cairo's first sewer system so that the wastewater would be treated before being dumped in the Nile.

No comments:

Post a Comment