Toward a Common Hope - Robert Allan Hill

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I tried to say, with honesty and kindness, that her daughter had in fact died the night before, caught in an awful fire. Apparently, she did not understand the police, they did not speak clearly, or someone else in the family took the call. I tried everything. But she could not understand or could not hear, until, at last, she looked up and asked, “You mean . . . she . . . is dead?” Yes.

      There is a phrase in the Christmas gospel about Rachel weeping for her children. That Bus Terminal echoed with the chilling, haunting, and painful cries of a mother who rightly could not and would not be consoled, as Rachel could not. The reverberation of her sobbing across that urban nighttime cacophony I can hear still. Nothing I said helped. Nothing I did helped. Nothing I could offer her could she receive. We sat on a bench, the wailing stronger still, the cake and box on the floor, the gathered friends lost in grief. Then, she stiffened, her arm becoming taut and cold in mine. Perhaps she was going into shock. Everything I tried—counsel, prayer, listening, scripture—all was of no avail.

      Then, from her other side, Dean Elmore simply surrounded and enfolded her. He put all of his body and arms around her as she wailed and stiffened. He held her. He rocked her. He embraced her. And little by little, sob by sob, she began to relax. And little by little, breath by breath, she began to loosen up. And little by little, held tight, she came through it. Her lament lessened, her limbs loosened. Out up from the tomb she came. A physical, unspoken compassion brought her through, from death to life. It was a resurrection love, compassion, embrace, grace, freedom, care, acceptance, mercy, pardon, peace, inclusion. It was a resurrection love. And it is perhaps the most powerful, public, pastoral ministry I have witnessed.

      Six years ago, at the time of our dad’s death, Elie Wiesel sent a note. It was love physical, compassionate, and personal, and, as with all resurrection love, it made a difference. It concluded: we have a saying in our tradition, “may you be spared another further hardship.”

      Love gives us life.

      Memory. Prayer. Love.

      Hear the Gospel: memory, prayer, love, creation, redemption, sanctification, Father, Son, Spirit, and life in death. Life in death holds out a promise of something grander still, life after death.

      Closing: Apostles Creed

      Exit or Voice?

      Philippians 1:21

      Tuesday, August 8th, 2017

      For me to live is Christ and to die is gain.

      Frontispiece

      Over pasta last summer, on a hot July night, six of us of long friendship ate and talked. For decades, our dear friend has been a committed participant in a community group. She has taken pride in her work, preparing and practicing for her role, recruiting others and helping in the community. With spaghetti, wine, and the warmth of long relationship, we nodded and supped. But something had happened. The old committee chair left. A new one came. He was, sadly, rude and belligerent with his helpers. Not just once or twice.

      Said she: “What should I do? I love the group, and I love my team. But his behavior I cannot abide. I have talked to him. He rebuffs me. If I stay, I endure and even collude in his misbehavior, but I will still have my voice in the group and with the committee. If I leave, I exit from what I love and also leave behind any influence I might have to help, support, or protect others. I am loyal to my friends, but I am ready to go. What should I do?”

      Hours, days, and months are actually shot through with this form of dilemma in choice. Exit or voice? A famous study, written at MIT forty-five years ago, laid out for economists the dimensions of the dilemma.16 But such a condition goes well beyond the marketplace.

      Having introduced our gospel, let us re-introduce ourselves, one to another . . .

      We are grateful for your witness here, at Chautauqua, your ubiquitous ministry—lay, musical, clerical, and all. Incidentally, Peter Gomes left us a clue or two about ministry:

      You ask me the secret of my success in ministry at Harvard over forty years? I give it to you in a single word: ubiquity. I am everywhere. I go everywhere. I attend everything. I enter every building and dorm. I walk through every yard and hill and valley and molehill. I go where I am invited. I go where I am not invited. I go where I am expected. I go where I am not expected. Surprise! It’s me. You ask my secret? I give it to you in a word: ubiquity. I am ubiquitous.17

      Both exit and voice are themselves ubiquitous. Exit is as old as the exit from the Garden of Eden. Voice is as old as the dominical voice of Christ resisting temptation. Exit and voice: how do our Scriptures help us frame such living choices? These are good Lenten meditations. Paul: For me, to live is Christ—voice—to die is gain—exit.

      Paul longs for exit. Paul lives for voice.

      Student Life

      Students of every age and stage—after all, we are all disciples, are we not?—understand the strange interplay between trial and faith. But that understanding comes through the ministry, here, of Asbury First, your location, history, architecture, program, music, pastoral care, and, especially, your voice. Good thing. In a recent Atlantic article, Marshall Poe concludes his essay:

      American higher education is the envy of the world. Students come here from all over the globe to study. And American higher education is something we, as citizens, should be very proud of, for we built and fund a large portion of it. It’s really one of our crowning achievements as a nation.

      American higher education has, however, one glaring deficiency: it does not teach its undergraduates how to live. It teaches them when the French Revolution was, what the carbon cycle is, and how to solve for X. It does not teach them what to do when they feel confused, alone, and scared. When they break down after a break-up. When they are so depressed they cannot get out of bed. When they drink themselves into unconsciousness every night. When they find themselves living on someone’s couch. When they decide to go off their meds. When they flunk a class or even flunk out of school. When they get fired. When a sibling dies. When they don’t make the team. When they get pregnant. When their divorced parents just won’t stop fighting. When they are too sick to get to the hospital. When they lose their scholarship. When they’ve been arrested for vandalism. When they hate themselves so much that they begin self-mutilating. When they’re

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