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Sermon preached at Bradford Cathedral by Canon Ward February 11th 2007 Luke 8: 22-25 |
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I'd like to try a small experiment this morning. Would you close your eyes for a little while? and open yourself to the presence of the living God? He said to them: "Where is your faith?" It crossed my mind-momentarily-to
continue to repeat that same question for the duration of the sermon time.
He said to them: "Where is your faith?" It would be an interesting
experiment! And maybe, one day, I will. To do so would be to put into
practice a particular way of praying, a way used by those who follow a
Benedictine religious life called the Lectio Divina-holy reading. Benedictines
ruminate on the words of scripture: they chew them around-just a few words,
such as these, repeating them, slowing them down, digesting all the goodness
and richness to be found there, allowing the Holy Spirit to speak into
a mind and heart stilled by the gentle repetition of the words. Perhaps
you come to focus on the insight that yes, Jesus does speak to you today
in these words. Not simply to those poor disciples tossed about on the
waves, fearing for their very lives, but you too, buffeted by the anxieties
and sense of panic that can so easily overwhelm us. Or your mind comes
to rest with the word "Where?" where is your faith? Did you
leave it behind somewhere, as a child, or at some point of intense difficulty
in your life? Or is it in the future, in your hopes that one day it will
surprise you again into a knowledge of the presence of God? Or perhaps
it burns bright on a Sunday morning, but where is your faith on other
days? Where is your faith? My faith. Where is that sense of living, daring
confidence in God's grace that brings me alive, that strengthens my hope,
that inspires me to reach out to my neighbour in love? But perhaps that way of praying is not for you. Maybe it's a real struggle to stay centred into words like that. Perhaps you much more naturally use pictures to help you to pray. You can see yourself there, one of the disciples, with the wind in your face as it strengthens, pulling hard on the sheets to reef the sail. You enter into the experience and it becomes an imaginative and spiritual exercise, speaking directly and without words to your heart, to the underlying feelings that you carry through the day. You can imagine sinking deep into the angry water; through the deep waters of death. It's as if you are there, powerfully transported into the presence of Jesus, hearing his words for the first time with all their freshness and immediacy. Where is your faith? You share with the disciples their sense of amazement that even the winds and the water obey him. You are alive. Those who pray in the tradition of
St Ignatius Loyola will often use images in this way. They will also try
to discern the feelings that have surfaced over a past period of time,
24 hours, for example, and reflect on the negative and positive feeling
they have experienced. What am I most grateful for? What warmed my heart?
What made me most open to others, to God? Christians have been praying for centuries now: there are rich, rich resources and traditions to draw upon-the Benedictine and Ignatian only two. Yesterday here at the Cathedral there was a day on exploring prayer, and our Lent course is going to enable us to go further into these traditions so that we deepen the sense of God's presence in our lives. But to what end? It could be the
case that such exploration of prayer lays each of us open to the criticism
that we are just navel-gazing, that it leaves us feeling nice and warm
inside, but nothing more. Or perhaps one of your friends comes back at
you, saying-well, what's the point in that? What do you say? Jesus said to them, "where is
your faith?" I wonder. I wonder if Jesus knew that he would wake
and all would be well-the sea and wind would calm, and peace would return.
A 'Jesus'll fix it' type of faith. Or perhaps Jesus is offering a more
profound challenge. For if the disciples had had faith enough, they would
not have needed to wake him. They would have known that they were already
in the hands of God. In life, or in death-faith means that all is alike
to us. We need fear nothing. With faith in God's love, we can contemplate
our own mortality without fear. We know that in life, in death God is
with us. Whatever befalls us-the most extreme of our fears-all shall be
well, and all manner of thing shall be well. Some aspects of this sermon are drawn from Anne Long 2006 Reflective Practice for Spiritual Directors (Grove Booklet Spirituality Series S98) |