“Jesus of the Waves” (Matthew 14:22-33)
October 26, 2008
Rev. Dr. David Andersen, English Language Sabbatical Interim Pastor
The disciples had just witnessed Jesus feed five thousand from a few loaves of bread and few fish. They had tasted of the miracle. They had helped to gather the abundance that was left. Life was beautiful. This is the way life should be. Never do I hope you hear me say that life should not be embraced and richly enjoyed. To me, it is profane to have much, yet not enjoy it.
I think the disciples must have almost been giddy as they climbed into their boat. Their full stomachs were a result of a miracle, and they were close to and loved by the one who had performed the miracle. He had stayed behind to pray and they knew his prayers would include prayers for each of them. And they knew he would meet them the next morning on the other side. Life was beautiful.
They pushed out from the shore. They set their sail and put their oars in the water. They were blessed. All was well.
When I was a child much of my summer was spent on the water in a row boat owned by my grandparents. What amazes me in looking back is how young I was when my parents and grandparents allowed me to go out in the boat alone or with a friend. We swam off the boat. We fished off the boat. We used the boat for transportation to get from one side of the small lake to the other.
Although the Sea of Galilee is much larger than the lake I knew as a child, it is much smaller than any of the Great Lakes, probably about the size of Lake Chautauqua, where Sharon and I vacation every summer. For the disciples, the sea provided their livelihood. It was their highway from one side to the other. It cooled them on hot days. It provided them with irrigation and endless hours of calm repose and reflection as they sat at the waters edge and watched the sunset or rise on the other shore.
The boat the disciples used was bigger than my row boat but not nearly the size of the power boats that populate our lakes today. Their boat was primitive and much more vulnerable to the storms that could rapidly occur, unlike any of our lakes of comparable size.
The boat is the Church. From ancient times and probably even known to the writer of the gospel, the boat has been seen as an image of the church. It is the symbol of the World Council of Churches. It is seen in the architecture of various church buildings across the world. The boat is the church and I hope every child finds the same pleasure in the church as I found in my grandparents rowboat.
Thus the church takes the new born infant or the new professing Christian on board at a service of baptism, promising to care and nurture the child or professing Christian through his or her journey through life.
Some days, however, when I was out in the rowboat I would look down into the water. It was deep and dark yet I could see the weeds that in my child’s mind looked like the arms of a giant squid. It was frightening, but in the boat I was safe. I hope that is how every child feels in church. It is a safe place to be. I applaud the inviting, creative, child friendly atmosphere of North Shore, hosting a large day care program, sponsoring an after school tutoring program, and maintaining a gym that is in use from morning to late evening. But all of our building should be welcoming and child friendly. Children should feel this is a good place to be and if their fingerprints get left on walls or smudge the windowpanes, praise be to God, because those fingerprints reminds us of God who has known and loved the one whose fingerprint it is from the beginning of creation.
The church is the boat and the disciples climb aboard and set sail. They leave the shore, but what are these shores, the one they leave and the one that is their destination on the other side. In Galilee the terrain of these shores is beautiful. There are green meadows and slopping hills with little towns lit atop. But, if the boat is the church what are the shores?
On the one side are the blessings of life where Jesus gives of the bread we need to live and the miracle of love that always turns scarcity into abundance. In tradition the other shore is not a temporal location but an eternal destination. The other shore is heaven where the fullness of love is known.
But, what of the sea that in the story read this morning became so turbulent the disciples feared for their lives? What is the sea? The sea and the boat upon it is the journey of our lifetime. It is our encounter with the world, our pilgrimage through this world. The boat, Christ’s Church, takes us aboard, shelters and guides us through life, leads us through our journey, then when our destiny is complete, docks at the port on the other side, when the one who was once young is now an ancient mariner and ready in a service of resurrection to be carried ashore on the other side.
Out on the sea, before that shore is reached, however, I realize I was right as a child to fear the weeds beneath the surface of the water, and every parent fears for their child, aware that the calm beauty of a placet sea can become a raging storm before the night is through. The sea is the world and it is often a very turbulent place to be. What of the storm? What of the heartache? What of the turbulence? Here, in these questions, in the midst of the storm, is the most important point of the story ready this morning.
The disciples’ boat was being battered. They were far from land. They held the rails and clung to one another. We see the picture, and suddenly we realize, there is one more question we haven’t asked. “Where is Jesus?” The Gospel of Luke says, “…he came walking toward them on the sea.” The psalmist says, “Your way was through the sea, your path, through the might waters, yet your footprints were unseen.” The most important point of this story is Jesus on the water, Jesus in the midst of the storm.
This is what we want to teach our children. This is what we need to learn, over and over as adults. Where is Jesus? He is where people hurt. He is where lives have been ravaged. He is where oppressors have stolen people’s freedom, famine has taken people’s food, disease has halved their bodies, and corruption has stolen people’s resources.
Where is Jesus? Jesus is where he is needed. Jesus is walking the waves in New Orleans. Jesus is walking the waves in Iraq. Jesus is walking the waves in Jerusalem and Darfur. Jesus is walking the waves of the clinics in Africa that treat the epidemic of Aids. Jesus is walking the waves of poverty on the garbage dumps of Guatemala. Jesus is walking the waves of anxious waiting rooms in our hospitals. Jesus is walking the waves of every mental hospital and nursing home corridor.
Peter seeing Jesus, shouted across the waves, “Lord, if it is you, command me to come to you on the water.” The Lord said, “Come.”
A part of every parent’s education of their child is teaching them how to step out of the boat and encounter the storm. Every parent wants the best for their children and I agree, but what parents must come to understand is that the best is not all contained in school athletics, dancing lessons, play stations, cell phones and personal computers. The best may be, as youth must be given opportunity to learn, clearing the yard of a homebound person, or visiting a nursing home, or participating in a mission trip to New Orleans…life found, not by always being pampered, but by being helpful.
I believe, as I said at the beginning of this sermon, that children and youth should find church to be a fun place and a safe place, but I realize the church cannot compete with schools and clubs and rock concerts in providing entertainment and amusement. But what we have is a vision of a wider world. We can provide like no one else is mission trips and work projects that begin to introduce our children and youth to the Jesus of the waves.
Peter got out of the boat and started to walk toward Jesus, but then he lost his faith and began to sink until Jesus reached out and took him by the hand. We will never know the hand of Jesus in that way until we are willing to enter the storms of life. Thus a part of helping our children to know Jesus as Lord and Savior is getting them involved in helping others, entering the chaos of life upon the waves and finding their faith in holding onto Jesus. And it is the same for each of us. The full meaning of life will never be found until we take the risks. Jesus calls you out onto the waves. He calls you to be mediators and healers. He calls you to be teachers and volunteers. He calls you to get involved. He calls you to enter the turbulence and when you do there you will find the God who as Job says, “…stretched out the heavens and trampled the waves of the sea.” (9:8)
The waves calmed and Peter and Jesus reentered the boat. You always need the church to return too. It is your abode during the storms. It is your transport from one shore to the other.
You are not expected to swim from one shore to the other alone. You are not expected to go it alone. You have the hymns of the church to sing. You have the Bible to train your mind and inspire your soul. You have the symbols of the chalice and the baptistry to remind you of the one you serve. You have one another to encourage you and support you. You have the church, which in the name of Christ embraced you at your birth and journeys with you across the sea, and one day will enter the harbor on the other side, the journey ended, and take your body ashore.
And there on that shore at the end of your life you will meet the one you call Father. He will raise you up and welcome you. He will embrace you in love and call you his child. And he will ask you, how was your journey? How was your pilgrimage across the sea? And you will tell him about your life on earth.
God will listen, but then one question will remain. He will ask you, “Did you ever leave the boat, did you ever walk the sea, did you ever meet My son upon the waves?”
Let us pray: God, thank you for the security of this hour, this ship of faith and that when we leave and enter again the world we go to meet your Son upon the waves. Amen.