Have mercy on me, O God,
because of your unfailing love.
Because of your great compassion,
blot out the stain of my sins.
Wash me clean from my guilt.
Purify me from my sin.
For I recognize my rebellion;
it haunts me day and night.
Against you, and you alone, have I sinned;
I have done what is evil in your sight.
You will be proved right in what you say,
and your judgment against me is just.
For I was born a sinner –
yes, from the moment my mother conceived me.
But you desire honesty from the womb,
teaching me wisdom even there.
Purify me from my sins, and I will be clean;
wash me, and I will be whiter than snow.
Have mercy on me, O God… Have mercy.
It’s the last thing I remember before I got sick [two weeks ago]. “Lord, have mercy…” The choir even sang it for the anthem that Sunday. Do you remember that anthem? It was Sunday before last. The first Sunday in Lent… They sang “Kyrie Eleison.” Such a beautiful anthem. It means, “Lord, Have Mercy.” And that’s what I remember. Oh, I remember it so well, I’m sorry to say… Because I looked down beside the pulpit here. You can’t see it, but there’s a little shelf here. A cup-holder, really that some kind soul made out of wood. It even matches the pulpit and the pews… Some kind person made that little shelf there so the preacher could have a drink of water… and go on preaching. (Ha! They didn’t think of that part, did they?)
I looked down there… I looked because my throat was getting a little scratchy. And I was afraid I would lose my voice. We hadn’t even finished singing the first hymn. And we were having communion… You remember. It was Sunday before last.
I looked down there… It’s a good thing I did. I usually just reach out, take the cup in my hand, and take a big gulp. And… it’s so good. Wonderful, clear, fresh-drawn ice-water from the church kitchen. Bennie and Barney see to it each Sunday.
I looked down there… And… there was a fly in it. A big one. I’d say it was on steroids, growth hormone of some kind, it was so big. And it was doing the backstroke.
It reminded me of the communion service I had with my friend Steve Meadows twenty-three years ago. I’ve told you about it before, I’m sure. It was at his church in Meadow Bridge. They had a covered dish dinner that night – the last night of the revival. And when the supper was over, we went to the upper room. The sanctuary. And we sang the hymns and read the scriptures. And I gave the sermon. And then Steve gave the invitation. And as we sang, “Let us break bread together,” Pastor Steve uncovered the bread – fresh, home-baked bread. Still warm from the oven. And then he uncovered the chalice – the wine (the Welch’s for us Methodist folk).
And from that point on, the service was different. Like no other communion service I had ever seen. For while we were still singing, Steve took the Chalice in his hands, went to the altar, and raised the chalice as if he were offering it to God. And then he slowly lowered his hands, still holding the chalice. And he carried it slowly, with great grace and dignity down to the people. And he walked all the way to the back of the church, as if he was offering the cup of life to the church.
And on the last verse of the hymn, he reappeared in the back of the church. And he carried the cup forward through the crowd and up to the altar. And he raised it up again to the cross and gently placed it back on the altar as we sang the amen. And… I was in tears. I mean, I didn’t know whether I’d be able to get through this or not. Because I had never seen anything so beautiful and so meaningful. It just… it really touched me.
And after the service, when we were clearing the altar and putting things back in order, I told him so. “Steve,” I said. “Man, I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in all my life. I’ve never seen anyone do that before. It was just wonderful.”
And he gave me a strange sort of look. Which is not unusual. And he said, “Well… I’ve never had to do that before.”
“Never had to do what? What are you talking about?”
He said, “Well… when I took the linen from the chalice, there was a big old fly in there. In the communion cup! That’s why I did what I did. I had to get that thing out of there,” he said. “So I carried it to the back of the church. And when I got there I ran down the stairs, dumped it in the sink, rinsed the cup out with a little soap and hot water, skedaddled back up the stairs, refilled it and brought it back up here…”
I said, “What was a fly doing in the communion cup?”
It was one of those questions you wish you could snatch back as soon as you’ve said it. But it was too late. There it was. “What was that fly doing in there?” And Steve said, “The backstroke, you nitwit… How should I know?”
Twenty-three years. And there it was again my ice-water two weeks ago. A big old fly. Doing the backstroke! And I needed a drink of water in the worst way. So… while you were all passing the peace of Christ to each other, I got Ann’s attention. And I handed the whole thing to her. The cup and the fly… And she looked at it. Saw the fly in there. Flicked it out of there with her finger… and handed back to me. Isn’t that awful? Needless to say I became ill shortly thereafter.
Well… She didn’t really do that. I know she wanted to. But she didn’t. Instead she told Gena. And Gena kindly gave me her water.
It all reminds me of something that happened when I was in seminary, serving as an intern at the Aldersgate Church out on Roxboro Road. It was a beautiful Sunday morning. And we had a baptism that day. A beautiful little baby. Don’t you just love babies? It’s one of my favorite things to do – to baptize a baby. Or just be around babies. It just makes me happy. And that morning I read the scripture and Rev. Bob, the pastor, led us through the liturgy of Holy Baptism. And the baby was cooing and the parents were smiling. And the grandparents were just floating somewhere up in the clouds.
Bob said to the parents, “What name is given this child?” And they gave the name. I don’t remember what it was. Daffodil maybe. Or Daisy or something. And Pastor Bob reached down to the baptismal font beside him. And he put his hand in to scoop up a bit of water, put it on the child’s head and say, “Daffodil…” or whatever it was, “I baptize you in the name of the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit.” But… something was wrong. Something was missing. It was the water! There wasn’t any water in the baptismal font. There should have been water – some nice warm water for the baby in the font. But it was empty…
He said to me, “There’s a glass of water in the pulpit.” So I took two steps to the pulpit, got the water, poured it in the font. And all was well…. I learned a lot from Pastor Bob. More than you could imagine.
But do you see? Something was missing. What he was looking for just wasn’t there. Has that ever happened to you? You go looking for something – trying to find something. And you think you’ve found it… you think you know where it is. But it isn’t? It isn’t there. It just isn’t there…
Oh I think that’s what happened at the Temple that day. Jesus made his way to the temple mount… He’d been to a wedding. Remember? In this same chapter in the gospel — right before this says John, Jesus went to a wedding. And it happened there, too. There was no wine. People were coming to fill their cups. But there was no wine. It was gone. They didn’t have any left. You remember… It was his mother who noticed it first. And it was there (at the wedding in Cana) that Jesus performed his first miracle or gave us his first “sign,” says John. He turned the water to wine.
And then, John says, he went to the temple in Jerusalem. It was Passover week. People were coming in from all over. Making their pilgrimage – their annual trip to Jerusalem for the great festival of Passover. The holiest time of the year for God’s people. And Jesus did, too. He made his way up the temple mount in Jerusalem. And he entered the great temple. He was looking for something. What was it, I wonder? What was he looking for… What do you look for when you go to church?
Whatever it was. Whatever Jesus was looking for… whatever it was he wanted to see wasn’t there. It was missing.
Oh, don’t get me wrong there was plenty of stuff there in the Temple. Tables. Coins. Turtle doves. A few heifers. The place was packed. Running over with stuff… Worship aids. Things people needed. Really. If they wanted to worship there during the Passover they would need an offering – an animal to sacrifice on the altar. So they had pigeons for sale. Turtle doves. And heifers. An ox – people could come buy an ox to sacrifice in the Temple. And if they wanted to make a donation they could do that, too. In fact, that’s what the moneychangers were doing. They had tables set up where folks could come an exchange their everyday coins for “church money.” Because the everyday money did not say, “In God We Trust.” It said something about Caesar. The King of Rome. His picture was engraved on the coin. On every coin, mind you. And good Jewish folks didn’t care for that. And when they went to church – well, it just didn’t feel right to worship God with a graven image of some politician who thought he was god. It just wasn’t good. So they had booths – tables set up where folks could exchange their Caesar coins for church coins. For a price, I mean. It all came at a price.
But there it was at the Temple. Everything you needed to worship God was provided for you. Isn’t that something? People would be coming from far away. Traveling long distances with their families. And they didn’t have to worry about trying to find a dove or an ox or an ATM at the last minute. Because they had it all right there at the temple. Everything they would need to worship God right.
They had all the right stuff. Bulletins. Padded pews. Stained-glass windows. Robes. Pulpits and candlesticks. A pipe organ maybe. Or a big screen and projector. A sound system… You get the picture. They had it all. Everything you need to worship God right. I mean, they weren’t lacking a thing…
Or were they?
Jesus didn’t see it that way. He came into the temple. He saw what they had. He saw what they were doing. But he flew off the handle! He was livid! Angry! Jesus was so angry he turned over their tables. And he grabbed some cords and made a whip and drove them and their worship aids right out of the temple area.
He was looking for something. Jesus was looking for something at the temple that morning. What do you look for when you come to church?
Oh, Jesus was looking. He expected to find something… But it wasn’t there. Even though the place was packed. Even though they had all the right “stuff.” Something was missing. Like a wedding with no wine. Like a font without water. Like a house, a home – God’s home – without love.
Remember what the prophet Micah said about worship?
With what shall I come before the Lord
and bow down before the exalted God?
Shall I come before him with burnt offerings,
with calves a year old?
Will the Lord be pleased with thousands of rams,
with ten thousand rivers of olive oil?
Shall I offer my firstborn for my transgression,
the fruit of my body for the sin of my soul?
He has shown all you people what is good.
And what does the Lord require of you?
To act justly and to love mercy
and to walk humbly with your God.
That’s what Jesus was looking for. That’s what he expected to find in the House of the Lord. People acting justly. People who loved mercy. People who walked humbly with God and with others. Jesus was looking for love. But what he found instead were people taking advantage of others – especially the poor. Charging them much, much more than they could afford. Telling them that if they really wanted to worship God… if they really wanted to please the Lord… and do it up right, then they just had to have what they were offering. That isn’t love. It’s just the opposite, I think. It’s what happens we live our lives and practice our faith as if it’s all about us…
It’s like a baptismal font without any water. A wedding without any wine. And it’s like a house… a home where there is no love. For though it may be filled and overflowing, though it may have all the right stuff, without love it is empty. And so Jesus cleansed the temple, that day. He emptied the Temple so that it could be filled again with people who love. People who love the Lord their god with all their heart, soul, mind, and strength. And people who love their neighbors as themselves.
Oh, what do you see? What are you looking for when you come to church? And what do you see, church, when others come to you?
As you think about that… As you look into the temple of your heart and life, let me remind you that there is good news… even when Jesus enters the temple. And when he enters our church, our hearts, and our lives and takes a good look at what’s there. And the Good News is that Jesus still cleanses the dwelling place of his love. He still cleanses the place where God longs to be. For the scripture says, he is just consumed with passion for God’s house. Jesus loves us, but loves the righteousness, truth, and holiness of God even more. And he will purify God’s house. And transform our temples into his very Body. He will drive out the idolatry in us. He will cleanse us until we shine like the sun. He will take our church and our fumbling attempts to praise and worship, and transform them into living witness of God’s grace and love.
A group of women gathered for Bible study. It wasn’t Lent, at the time. It was Advent, mind you. So every week they read the scriptures for each from the lectionary. It’s like a schedule — a three-year cycle of scripture readings for every Sunday of the year. And one of the readings for that coming Sunday was from Malachi — about cleansing and being made pure. It says:
But who may abide the day of his coming? and who shall stand when he appears? for he is like a refiner’s fire, and like fullers’ soap: And he shall sit as a refiner and purifier of silver: and he shall purify the sons of Levi, and purge them as gold and silver, that they may offer unto the Lord an offering in righteousness. (That their worship may be pleasing to God.)
Well… they weren’t really sure what that meant. I mean, what does a thing like that say about God? They had always believed in a God who is loving and kind… like the image of God in the 103rd psalm — the one that says: The Lord is merciful and gracious, slow to anger and abounding in steadfast love… But Malachi the prophet didn’t say anything like that. The scriptures for that Sunday talked about separating the chaff from the wheat, and cutting away deadwood, and holding people to the fire, for heaven’s sake. What does that have to do with Jesus? What does that have to do with a God who loves us?
Well, a funny thing happened. One of the women offered to find out what she could about this process of refining silver. So she called a silversmith and made an appointment to visit his shop and watch him work. She didn’t tell him she was doing research for her bible study group. She just told him she was interested in learning about the process.
So the next day she drove out to the silversmith’s place. And she watched him work. And this is what he did. He held a piece of silver with something like tongs over the fire and let it heat up. And he said, “When you’re refining silver, you have to hold it in the middle of the fire. ‘Cause it’s hottest there,” he said. “So if you want to burn away all the impurities — all the stuff that isn’t pure silver,” he said, “that’s where you have to put it.”
And she thought about that — about God holding us to the fire. Putting us in the hot spot. And she remembered the verse from Malachi that said, “He sits as a refiner and purifier of silver.” And she said, “Do you have to sit there in front of the fire the whole time? Until the silver’s purified?”
“Yes. The whole time,” he said. “And I don’t just have to sit here and hold the silver. I have to keep my eyes on it the whole time it’s in the fire,” he said. Because if the silver’s left even a moment too long in the flames, it will be destroyed.”
And the woman was silent. She sat there watching him, holding the silver under his steady gaze. And then she asked one more question. She said, “How do you know when the silver is fully refined?” And he smiled and said, “Oh, that’s easy,” he said. “I know it’s refined when I can see my image in it.”
I wonder… When God looks at you… when God looks at me… when God looks at us together as the church… does he see his image?
Have mercy on us, O God,
because of your unfailing love.
Because of your great compassion,
blot out the stain of our sins.
Wash us clean from our guilt…
Purify us from our sins, and we will be clean;
wash us, and we shall be whiter than snow.
In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.
Soli Deo Gloria
Benen, OblSB