When the Waters Recede
Genesis 9:1, 8-17
by the Rev. Dr. E. Scott Jones
First Central Congregational UCC
26 February 2012
Last summer, after the events of my grandfather's funeral and the family lunch were complete, I returned to the cemetery with Michael because the minister had failed to utter the words which I find comforting and profound – the Christian committal of the dead.
I put my Easter stole on and knelt down to take some of the freshly turned dirt. Then, I let the dirt fall through my fingers as I read the familiar words:
In sure and certain hope of the resurrection to eternal life through our Lord Jesus Christ, we commend to Almighty God our brother Willard, and we commit his body to the ground; earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust. The Lord bless him and keep him, the Lord make his face to shine upon him and be gracious to him, the Lord lift up his countenance upon him and give him peace.
We began Lent this week with our Ash Wednesday observance. This year we invited everyone to meditate upon their mortality by being creative. We had stations that you could move around. One was a "Meditation on Letting Go," where you could use art supplies to create a representation of what you were letting go this Lent. Another was a "Meditation on Frailty and Forgiveness," where you could burn last year's palms. And finally there was the "Meditation on the Possibilities of Dust." I really liked that name. Everyone took some modeling clay and then worked some dirt and ash into it before fashioning an image to signify how they wanted to grow this season. Some really interesting things were created.
Earlier this month I met Nanette Sawyer, the pastor of Grace Commons in Chicago. This week, she wrote about topsoil and how getting your hands dirty in the ground is some of the best therapy available. Getting dirty reminds her of her connections with the rest of nature and how those connections are life-sustaining. She wrote:
It reminded me that I am part of the earth, connected to it. I am dependent on it, and it has me. (You know, like when a friend says, "I got you.") It is supporting my life.
In the second account of creation, in Genesis two, God takes up a handful of earth to make a human being. . . . This is the stuff from which life comes. This is the soil upon which life depends, and to which all life returns eventually.
I am made of that. I came from that. I will return to that. I am not alone and my life matters because every life matters.
George Mason, the Senior Minister of Wilshire Baptist Church in Dallas, wrote in his Ash Wednesday reflection, "We can look to nature for lessons about ourselves, because human nature is nature too. We don't live on the world; we live in it. Nature and people share the code of the living, regardless of our humanity that makes such a difference." He went on:
Lent mirrors nature's season of cultivation. We put a spade in the ground and turn over the dirt. We get it ready for spring by breaking up the clods. We give the earth room to breathe after protecting itself all winter long. It's painful work to be that intentional with ourselves, to be that attentive to our condition. But just that makes growth possible.
We are dirt and dust and ashes. Not only does that remind us of our mortality, it reminds us that we are connected with the rest of nature. In order to get the best out of dirt, you who have lived on farms or who garden know that the soil must be worked. The same with ourselves. We've got to work our soil for growth to occur.
Our theme this Lent is "Tend the Soil." The staff came to that idea last autumn as we were preparing for this season. The waters of last year's historic floods had just receded and what was left looked awful – a devastated wasteland. To recover, the affected farmers and landowners will need to renew their soil this year.
Plus, Lent overlaps the opening days of spring, when many of us will be out in our yards and gardens getting our hands dirty. These agricultural and gardening metaphors are ripe for the picking as symbols of the spiritual work of growth that the Lenten season invites us to.
We had a lot of fun looking through thesauruses in order to find the right word and were pretty excited when we landed on "tend." Listen for a bit as I read some of those thesaurus and dictionary entries. First, from Webster's New World Thesaurus:
Tend: To watch over – Synonyms: care for, manage, direct, superintend, do, perform, accomplish, guard, administer, minister to, oversee, corral . . . [let's pause for a moment to realize that Webster's uses "minister to" and "corral" as synonyms!].
Webster's Dictionary of Synonyms from 1942 has a very evocative description of the word:
Tend . . . usually suggests a more menial employment and takes for its object something that requires routine or unskilled care as in looking out for accidents, mishaps, signs of danger, or the like, or merely mechanical operation; thus, one who tends a lock is employed to work the devices adjusting the level of the water in the canal when a boat approaches; a shepherd is one who tends a flock of sheep; a stoker is one who tends a furnace (especially on a ship) and supplies it with fuel when needed. Tend is used in reference to the care of persons only when a menial or a ministering rather than a professional relationship is implied; as, to employ a girl to tend to the children for a few hours each day; [or] sacrificing her leisure to tend the sick and helpless poor in their homes.
Now, I think we could preach an entire sermon series on that dictionary entry, it is so rich with allusion and meaning. To tend is not professional, it is menial. It involves sacrificing leisure. It involves looking out for accidents and mishaps and signs of danger.
Finally, from Roget's New Thesaurus:
To have the care and supervision of: tending the sheep in the pasture. Synonyms: attend, care for, look after, mind, minister to, see to, watch.
This dirt is a reminder of our mortality and our humility. It is also a reminder of our responsibility for ourselves, for each other, for the earth. We are dirt that must be cultivated, cared for, nurtured, ministered to. But because dirt has such possibility for growth, for abundance and flourishing, dirt also reminds us that we are fashioned in the image of God, from the dirt of the ground. It reminds us that God loves us just the way we are. And a reminder that God dreams of such possibilities for us, including a life that is victorious beyond death. As the poet Wendell Berry wrote in today's contemporary lesson, the man born to farming "enters into death yearly, and comes back rejoicing. He has seen the light lie down in the dung heap, and rise again in the corn." Dirt is a reminder of both mortality and resurrection.
Which brings me finally to our scripture passage for today. It is part of the closing of the story of the Great Deluge. Noah and his family have survived the catastrophe of the flood. The waters have receded, and they have emerged to begin new lives on a new earth. God makes a covenant with them, a promise that this catastrophe will not come again. God, instead, will be faithful to them, caring for them. As a sign, God's sets the divine warrior bow in the heavens. Sets it pointing away from the earth. And it becomes a great, shining rainbow, a phenomenon of great beauty.
The German theologian Jurgen Moltmann writes that all biblical theology is catastrophe theology. All biblical theology asks the question, "How do we get up again after we have fallen – or when catastrophes we could do nothing about have fallen on us?"
The children of Israel wrote down this story of Noah and his family while they, the children of Israel, were in exile in Babylon. In the midst of their own catastrophe, they told this myth of a primal catastrophe and its promise that God would be faithful to deliver them and all creation into a new life marked with beauty.
The followers of Jesus experienced the catastrophe of the crucifixion. And they too told a story of God's promise and deliverance. The end of the age, God's reign of justice and peace, is growing upon the earth, fashioning a new creation. Their sign of this deliverance and new life? -- the presence of the resurrected Jesus.
In our biblical worldview catastrophes are always tied to hope for deliverance and new life. That's why, when someone dies, we can remember resurrection when the dirt of the grave is fresh in our hands. It's why Ash Wednesday is not a sorrowful day. It may remind us of our mortality and our humility, but it also points us forward to Easter and new creation.
The floods of last year were catastrophic for many who lost their homes, land, and possessions, including some members of this congregation. Our river cities were fortunately spared the worst scenarios. We should be grateful to our local governments and the many teams of volunteers who helped to save our cities. Our region has already worked diligently at beginning the re-creation. We have rebuilt roads and begun to repair the levies which were so faithful to their purpose. Together this spring, we will work together to renew the land.
And in our individual lives, we must face our limitations – our frailty, our creatureliness. We must also face our fear and anxiety about death and overcome it. The challenge of the life of faith is to live with courage and hope, believing that new life awaits us, that together we can create a new and better world. When the waters recede, a rainbow awaits.
Let this Lent remind you of these things. Let it challenge you to engage in the hard, fruitful work of growth. Let's tend the soil together. Let's get our hands dirty. Okay?