Go figure. I’ve been a pastor for close to thirty years, and I talked about the story you’re about to hear only once. But this year that changed. I talked about it two months ago, and now I’m talking about it again, twice in less than three months. That’s kind of weird.
You see. This
story doesn’t have anything to do with viruses’ or pandemics or any of the
exact challenges that we’re facing. But
the story happens during the same sort of time. It happened in a time in-between, in what’s
known as liminal time. That word liminal
comes from a Latin word. It simply means
the threshold that’s part of every doorway.
And that makes sense. For liminal
time is where you’re stuck in exactly that place. You can’t go back to where you were. And yet, you can’t go forward to the next
thing.
Now that may not sound like an awesome place to
be. But in places like that, big changes
happen, awesome opportunities open, huge growth occurs. In fact, researchers first coined this word
liminal around manhood rituals, ones they saw in certain premodern
cultures. In those cultures, the tribal
elders sent boys of a certain age out together for days into the wild, days that
profoundly tested them and changed them too.
For when they returned from confronting the dangers, the boys had become
men, men bound together by those days in the in-between, in that space where
they were no longer boys but not yet men.
These days have a similar quality for us. We’re all facing the dangers of this pandemic
together. And we know. The world we knew won’t return. It’s gone. Yet we don’t know what the new world is going
to look like either. We’re living in the in-between. But in that space, wondrous things
happen. And in this story, one that
takes place in such an in-between time, not only does a wondrous thing happen,
but in the prayer that it inspires, God shows you the key step in living out
these days. God shows you, in these
days, the prayer you must pray, the thing you must ask. For in that prayer, God will do powerful
things. What is this prayer God calls you to
pray? Here God shows you the way. Let’s listen to what God has to say.
What do you do when you’re stuck in the in
between? What do you do, when you know,
once this pandemic ends, it won’t be the same world it was? But you don’t know what sort of world it will
be. You’re stuck in-between. Here
God tells you. God tells you, even when
you’re stuck, you can go. You can go
because God sends you, and God never gets stuck.
In this story, you can get distracted by all the
special effects of the bizarre divine creatures, the ground quaking, the smoke rising
up. But if you focus on that, you’ll miss
why God did all those things, why God showed up in such a powerful way. God showed up like that because King Uzziah
had died.
You see. King Uzziah had been a terrific king, a great
leader of the people. But nobody had
confidence that his son, Ahaz, would follow in those footsteps. Honestly, Ahaz looked way less impressive
than his dad. And Israel still faced huge
challenges especially from the Assyrians, who were looking to gobble them up
any day now. So, Isaiah, like the rest of Israel, felt
stuck in between. Uzziah had died, and
no one knew what would happen next. So,
in those moments, Isaiah goes to the temple, and when he does, boom! Boy, does God shows up!
And God does that for a reason. God is saying. Yes,
Uzziah’s gone, and no one knows what the future holds. But, Isaiah, just because you and Israel are
stuck in the in-between, God says, don’t think I am. No, God says.
I am moving. I’m taking action.
And that’s a good thing for us to remember in our own
in-between days. Sure, lots of things no
one knows. No one knows when vaccines
will be there for everyone or when this pandemic will truly be over or when
things will get back to something that looks even a little familiar. We are stuck in that in-between. But God isn’t. God is moving. God is taking action.
And as the passage ends, Isaiah starts moving
too. But before you get there, we’ve
gotta talk about what comes before.
This past Monday I was sitting at home feeling sorry
for myself. You see. Mondays can be treacherous times for
preachers, that day and often Sunday afternoons. Why?
Well, we get tired, and when we get tired, we often get
discouraged.
I remember years ago, one Sunday evening I was feeling
really down about the church I was serving in New York. So, I called my parents. And that’s when Mom told me about Sears. She told me.
One Sunday afternoon, she said, your dad (who was a preacher by the way)
got so discouraged, he called up a member of the church who managed the local
Sears to ask for a job. Wisely that
manager told my dad to sleep on it.
Then, if he felt the same way in the morning they could talk. And my dad, who was on the call, reluctantly
admitted. “Yes, that happened.” And hearing that made me feel good. Sure, that Sunday, I was feeling bad, but I
wasn’t yet feeling looking for a job at Sears bad!
And this past Monday, while I wasn’t ready to go job
hunting, I was feeling pretty discouraged.
This whole pandemic thing was getting old. And as much as I enjoyed the quiche last
Sunday, I was hoping we’d have a few more folks show up. Then I
started talking to God about those things.
And well, God wasn’t so understanding.
Basically, God said to me. “You’re
healthy You’re Covid-free You’re relatively comfortable. You’ve got things way
better than most and you’re discouraged? You gotta be kidding me.” I had to admit. God was right.
Like Isaiah in that temple, I was looking for God’s
perspective. But the first perspective
God gave me was on me. And in that
perspective, I didn’t look that good. And
Isaiah gets that same perspective. And
when he does, he realizes. He doesn’t
look that good either. The whole nation
doesn’t look that good. Yet,
when Isaiah faces that, when he faces up, to, as he puts it, his “unclean
lips,” what does God do? God sends his uncleanness,
his guilt, his sin away.
And this past Monday when God gave me that perspective
on me, it didn’t weigh me down. It
freed me. I felt God’s grace, God’s
love. And I realized all the ways God had
been watching out for me and how blind I had been in seeing it.
Like Isaiah, we can lose perspective. We can look at the challenges of these days
and forget all the signs of God’s love and provision that surround us. You’ve got the beauty of this space we find
ourselves in, the folks who have decorated our patio with garland and lights
and ornaments, and the video cameras that we already had ready to go when this
pandemic started. You’ve got the fact
that this year, a saint of our church, Bonnie Springer, left at her passing, the
largest gift we’ve gotten in twenty years, one that has sustained us in so many
ways through this pandemic. You’ve got
the fact that in the middle of a pandemic we opened a new branch of our
Learning Center at a church in Hollywood Hills, a campus we got rent free! And last Sunday, you’ve got the fact that we
ate quiche! We have so much to be
grateful for!
And when Isaiah gets his newfound perspective, it prepares
him for what happens next. God starts
asking some serious questions. Who are we going to send? Who’s going to go for us? And when God asks, Isaiah answers. Isaiah answers with one of the most powerful
prayers you can ever say. Isaiah
says. “Here am I; send me!” For when you pray that prayer, you never know
what God will do.
Has anyone heard of Henrietta Mears? Mears grew up in Minneapolis near the turn of
the 20th century. And in
high school, along with a friend, she prayed Isaiah’s prayer. She told God.
Wherever you send me, I’ll go. Send
me. Soon after, that friend who prayed that prayer with her went to Japan as a
missionary, but not Henrietta. She
didn’t go anywhere. She wondered
why. Nevertheless, she went on. Though hampered with terrible eyesight, she
graduated with honors from the University of Minnesota, and she became a
teacher. For 14 years she taught in
high schools throughout Minnesota. But then
she found herself in the in-between. She
loved teaching, but she felt that God had something more. She just didn’t know what. So together with her sister, she took a year
off to travel the world. On the way
back, they stopped off in California to visit with a pastor they had heard preach
in Minneapolis, Stewart MacLennan. And
MacLennan asked Mears to come and direct the education program at his church,
Hollywood Presbyterian. But Mears wasn’t
even a Presbyterian. She was a
Baptist. Nevertheless, she remembered
that prayer to go wherever God sent her, even to the Presbyterians. So, at age 38, she answered the call and moved
to Los Angeles. And what happened after
that? Well, Hollywood Presbyterian was
already pretty big. When she came, it had 400 people in its Sunday School
alone, but in two years, under her leadership, that Sunday School grew to over
4000. And since Mears didn’t like the
curriculum, she created her own, founding a publishing company, Gospel Light,
that exists to this day. But Mears
didn’t stop there. She founded a camp in
the mountains, Forest Home, where young people could go to develop their faith,
a camp that 80 years later still serves 50,000 campers every year. But more than anything else she taught. Over 35 years at Hollywood Presbyterian, she
developed leaders that created ministry organizations that changed the
world. A couple, Bill and Vonette
Bright lived in her house for ten years.
And inspired by her, they started an organization, now known as Cru, that
currently has 19,000 workers serving in 190 nations around the world. Or then there’s the young preacher,
struggling with doubts, who she invited to speak at Forest Home one weekend. There, under Mears’ guidance, that preacher resolved
his doubts. And from that weekend at
Forest Home, he went on to do a series of meetings in Los Angeles that launched
that preacher, Billy Graham on a path that impacted the entire world. All in
all, Mears inspired over 400 people to go into full time Christian ministry
from that one church in Hollywood, and through those folks, she influenced millions
more. One of those called her, the grandmother of us all. This one woman,
who never had a child of her own, became the grandmother of millions. And all because she said to God. “Here am I.
Send me.”
Now of course, not everyone, who prays this prayer,
will become Henrietta Mears. In fact, only one person did, and her name is
Henrietta Mears. But if you pray this prayer,
God will act. God will move.
For Isaiah, God moved him to preach a message that at
the time didn’t seem to impact anyone at all.
God even told Isaiah that no one would listen but to go preach anyway. And sadly, because Israel didn’t listen, Assyria
did conquer them. But
Isaiah kept preaching and thank God he did.
For Jesus used Isaiah’s very words as his own call to ministry. And after he died and rose again, Jesus’
disciples looked to Isaiah’s word to understand who Jesus was, and what he had come
to do. And those same words inspired
artists and musicians throughout the ages to create works such as Handel’s
Messiah. And today, here, thousands of
years later, we’re still listening to Isaiah’s words. And it all began with a simple prayer. Here I am. Send me.
In these difficult days, these days in between, you
could just keep your head down and try to endure. Or you could pray this prayer. You could say to God. I don’t know what the future holds. I don’t know what place I have in it. But here’s my prayer. “Here I am.
Send me.” And in that prayer,
you’ll never know exactly what God will do.
But you can know this. God will
do something. God could do something
that for all you know, will impact the world for thousands of years to
come. But it all begins with those
words. Here am I. Send me. So, will you pray it? In this in between time, will you pray that
prayer, the prayer that Isaiah prayed.
“Here am I, Send me.” And don’t
just pray it today. Pray it every day. When you wake up, make that your prayer. “Here am I.
Send me.” And if you do, buckle
up. Because God is moving, and God is sending you.
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