Pentecost 25

Malachi 4:1-2a

Psalm 98

2 Thessalonians 3:6-13

Luke 21:5-19

 

There is a painting at the Des Moines Art Center that captivated me on my last visit there.

It is called “Tennyson” and is by Jasper Johns.

 

At first glance the large canvas is simply textured gray.  With the word “Tennyson” inscribed at the bottom and some cream and tiny hints of color below.  I’ll send around the postcard.

 

But then, going off to the side you can see inside this gray cover, like a book, and it is a glimpse of riot of color.

 

It would be easy to just see the gray canvas and move on, assume that that is all there is to the artwork.   But look closely, look deeply, look around the corner…and life explodes.

 

Now, I don’t know the history behind this artwork.  I do know its emotional impact.

 

It has stuck with me and it was spring break last year when I saw it.

 

The world can look as gray.  War and rumors of war, insurrections around the world.  Great earthquakes, famines and plagues.    Our sons and daughters continue to arrive home in body bags.   Violence is still the focus of the news, even locally.   It’s the end of the world as we know it.

 

Some things in human history haven’t changed.   The atmosphere of fear in the world of Jesus day is still present in our world.  The looking for signs of the end still engages great groups of folks.

 

Remember the end of  the last century?  The end of time panic and preparations?

 

Paul’s audience in Thessalonica is caught up in that same drama.   Christ is coming soon!   But instead of following the admonition to look busy,  they are kicking back, relaxing,  relying on others to feed them because, hey,  what’s the use of working if Christ is coming soon?

 

Paul is frustrated by that and encourages people, not to get caught up in the good old Protestant work ethic, but to keep busy, quietly working for the good of the community.  Be awake and alert, do not be weary in doing what is right. 

 

That gray world that makes you want to go back to bed, or to give up participating in the world,  is not so gray when you get engaged, when you become a part of a larger community working for, praying for, seeing the world in color.  

 

And look, around the corner, even when the odds seem to be against it, hope blooms!   The world erupts in joy and even in the midst of death comes new life.  

 

So on the one hand we have the Thessalonians’, checking out early.   Kicking back with the remote to wait for the end times.  On the other hand we have the disciples who are living under oppression,  a time of great poverty and stress.   Now following Jesus,  who they hope is going to overthrow the Roman government and bring peace.  But today…

 

The disciples are wandering about clueless again.  The rural boys are staring at the magnificent temple in  Jerusalem…complete with beautiful stones, gilt trim,  magnificent pillars.   Wow!  Here’s some color for you!   Man-made,  the most amazing building in Israel. The center of cultural and religious life for the community of Jews throughout the region.

 

 I bet Jesus is impressed too!!

 

Yet,  Jesus warns,  this temple will be destroyed.   Not one stone will be left upon another.  And this happens.   (Actually, the Gospel of Luke was written long after the event)

 

The monuments made with human hands try to ward off evil,  try show off human accomplishments,  become the center of life for a while.  

 

But then, they all fall down, victims of time and chance,  war and revolt.  Leaving only ruins behind, like Easter Island,  the Aztec Temples, Incan architecture,  Borobudur in Indonesia.  Even the earth itself will not be around forever.  Scientists talk of the Big Crunch.  

 

Life is nothing but gray for the people of Israel when the temple is destroyed.   They are scattered and despairing.

 

But wait, look!  Even in this is hope.  For now folks have to rely on a God that is not bound by a building.   All along Jesus has been telling folks that you can worship God anywhere, doesn’t have to be at the downtown Cathedral.  The early Christians worshipped in houses.  Or in catacombs, or outside.

 

And though great church architecture seeks to be a reflection of the glory of God, ours a reflection of the flood story, the glory of God is seen not in the walls and windows, but in the community.

 

That is were the color lies.  In the gathering of believers and doubters in one place, with a need to worship and trust a God bigger then themselves, greater that the powers of this world, more lasting than our finest buildings.

 

Sometimes, when the world seems gray,  we still straggle into this place,  and look around the corner of the visible world.  And see a glimpse of the riot of color.

 

The color of the new heaven and new earth already alive here and now not yet revealed in all its glory.

 

So do not be afraid.  Do not grow weary in doing what is right.

Stand firm.  Don’t be afraid of the gray days,  the gray news, the gray of the world.

 

Stand firm,  And be ready to testify.   To point out to the world around you, the people around you,  to point out what lies around the corner,  past the curve,  on the other side of the bend.

 

Look deeply into life,  with the eyes of God.  And live.  Not blindly,  not ignoring the trials and tribulations,  but engaged with the powers.   Wrestling with solutions,  holding up those whose lives seem to be nothing but gray.  

 

For the end is here, the beginning of the end,  one that promises new life,  new hope,  colors that we can’t even imagine.

 

This is what gives us the strength, the energy to live in the world.  To be a part of this present life.   To not be overwhelmed with war, insurrection,  famine and earthquake.  

 

But to live as what we do and what we believe makes a difference. 

 

So let us be colorful people…engaged in the world.  Trusting in the Lord to give us words and tasks and hope to share.