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Nov. 22, 09. Christ the King, Lectionary 34,

Hartmut Fege, D.Min. MLC – Ocean View NJ.

 

I don’t believe in coincidences.

Here we are at the last day of the liturgical year, the Sunday before Advent. We straddle the old with one foot in the past and the other not quite in the future.

 

Two weeks ago on I stood before a room full of Veterans in Sea Isle City. The same place that we called home from the day we first met until we moved into the Grange a year later...

Mel had called that day to tell me that we got the o.k. to move into our new building.  Coincidence?

 

That day, at the VFW was a Vet from WWII, Russell Briggs, who led us in “America the Beautiful". There we were a Vet from WWII and a Lutheran Pastor, whose birth certificate is stamped with the insignia of the Third Reich… Coincidence?

 

The text of our Gospel reading for today was discovered  on a little slip of paper 3 ½ inches long and 2 ½ inches wide with seven lines of writing on each side.

 

As with much that on the surface of things seems insignificant, this little fragment of papyrus is one of the earliest fragments ever found and is dated between 125-150 AD.

The manuscript ends with these words “legei outo Pliatoes ti estin aletheia?” Pilate says to him what is truth?

Standing before the Sovereign of Rome, Jesus answers For this I was born, and for this I came into the world to testify to the truth. Everyone who belongs to the truth listens to my voice. (Jn.18-37).

Coincidence?

We are here today because there is something about this story that speaks the truth about our existence.

Today on the Eve of Thanksgiving, we have much to be thankful for.

 

The German word for gift is GABE – and the word for homework is Aufgabe.  Which is another way of saying that with every gift comes homework… Gabe/Aufgabe…

What is truth?

At our last leadership team meeting in the Grange, there was a discussion about whether the church is a business or something more.

 

We have a mortgage.

We have assets and liabilities.

We pay taxes, at least until we can convince Caesar that we are tax exempt.

We have utility bills. We have income and we have out-go. We have overhead. 

We are a business, except for one very important difference.

Unlike a business we have no product to sell, unless you want to go back to days of Martin Luther when the church was selling salvation.

Then it was called an Indulgence.

 

We exist for one purpose and one purpose only, and for that countless before us died rather than deny that purpose...

 

The Greek word for truth is ALEITHIA. In the original context it was used when a statue was covered until the day of dedication when it was unveiled, and the citizens of Rome would walk around and marvel at the beauty of it.

 

What John’s Gospel is saying, when he quotes Jesus:  For this I was born and for this I came into the world to testify to the truth, is that Jesus is the unveiling of God.

 John is saying go ahead and look … take a good look!

And what do you see? 

Pontius Pilate asks, What is truth?

Poets, politicians, philosophers, theologians, all have been answering that question forever…

 

Jesus doesn’t answer Pilate. He just stands there.

The truth is there are no coincidences. 

The truth is that of all the places you could be right now, you are here.

The truth for many of us is that on this last Sunday of the Liturgical Year we are home.

The truth is that this building is no better or no worse than Landis Ave. in Sea Isle City, the VFW, or the Grange for truth-telling.

 

The truth is, that truth is not an opinion, and neither is it a fact.

We may disagree about facts but we will die for a truth.

Just ask any mother of any soldier who did not come home from a war.

The truth is that we are in the business of telling the truth and the truth of that is that it is a matter of life or death.

The truth is that we live in a world that would rather we be quiet.

The truth is that none of us are self-made.

We are all God-made.

The truth is whether it is the Widow who drops her last penny into the collection plate or the rich who give what’s left over.

Both give because they are part of something bigger than themselves – the only difference is the Widow who drops in her penny knows it, and the other has no idea.

The truth is, that is why we celebrate Christ the King Sunday, and not "We finally got this building Sunday." Amen