As we looked at yesterday we see God blessing his creation with the gift of rest and Sabbath. Something we have lost sight of in our busy and crazy world.
Yet as I began to explore the concept of work in a world before the fall. I found myself asking if we were gifted with rest then it seems clear that there must be something we rest from some form of work?
The idea of work as a gift my seem hard to grasp for those perhaps struggling in a job they hate which they do to make ends meet.
Yet, if we are permitted to dream around God’s original design plan, work was meant as an outlet for all the gifts, skills, talents and abilities we each have that make us unique, and make the world a better and more beautiful place for the benefit of all to the glory of God.
Scripture tells us we are made in the image and likeness of a God who worked and a God who rested. A God who set rhythms within his creation -night and day and the changing of the seasons- also placed work and rest within his world.
We are made in God’s image, filled with creativity and imagination, and placed within a world full of rich resources, opportunities and possibilities.
God delights when we interact, co-create and re-create, with his creation -indeed when we do this we are most like our creator and are most fully alive.
One of the Early Church Father, Irenaeus,spoke of “the glory of God is a person fully alive”. What is it we feel most alive doing?
When I left my job and took a step out of work for a while, it was really tough, I felt useless, unproductive and generally depressed, it was demoralising and dehumanising.
Yet, for many work is something we look through purely through the lenses of economics -what I am paid to do- rather than in terms of vocation -what I am called to do, and what I contribute towards my community- which is so much broader than just thinking about paid employment- but rather is about who we are: our dreams, talents, skills and gifts, the us at our best, us flourishing for the glory of God and the blessing and betterment of those around us.
Often we think of our lives split between the spiritual and the secular, often denigrating our work -where we often spend most of our time- yet it all matters to God, who sees no such divide (indeed God becoming human in the incarnation tore this mythical divide from the top to the bottom). Yet us enjoying being my us at our best I believe brings joy to God’s heart.
Scripture used the phrase of work “the fruit of our labours” and governments talk of making a positive contribution to society. Ideally our vocations as Christians ought to be in someway making the world a better place.
In our work, our rest and our play we can live it all as worship to God, knowing every bit of our lives matters to him.
The monk Brother Lawrence challenge us all to discover the presence of God with us in everything, even the most menial and mundane of work.
As we think of our lives harmonized with leading of the spirit of God, integrated together, working and resting as we habitually dwell in the presence of God, we see his Kingdom grow and advance.
In the great narrative of God in scripture we begin in a garden and end in a city, where all us redeemed, a picture of the progression of glory unto glory rather a static immovable perfection that we cannot join in with, participate in, and enjoy and celebrate with.
So, if God rejoices over us and created work to bless us and those around us bringing him glory, what is a Christian view of work?
I remember the day I was ordained, still in my twenties, it was a wonderful celebration, and I had great hopes and dreams of transforming the world for Christ and with Christ.
Perhaps I might -as a young passionate idealist- have had something of a swagger?
Now twelve years later I think the swagger has been replaced by a limp from numerous battles and internal scars from conflict.
Recently I was asked to write about being a Christian, a follower of Jesus, but also suffering with depression. I wrote that many of who follow Jesus are hobbling, limping and sometimes even crawling, indeed I think most Christians will finish the race looking battered and bruised, yet what matters is keeping on keeping on, continuing to follow Jesus when the swagger and the sprint is a limit crawl.
This passage in Genesis has been one I have revisited many times, Jacob is a complete chancer, a guy with a perpetual swagger, he is on the eve of meeting his brother Esau again, this encounter could result in his death, Esau feels defrauded and wants revenge. Perhaps this chancers luck has run out? He’s reached the end of himself, he’s out of swagger!
Jacob is in inner turmoil, but is embodied in a real and actual struggle.
Jacob ends up wrestling with a man who fights him all night, again this man seems to be either and angel or a pre-jesus-incarnation of God.
For those of us who have prayed and sought things from God we probably can identify with this picture of wrestling with God all night, and with Abraham’s arguing with God and pleading for the cities of sodom and gomorrah.
The struggle lasts all night, as I thought about this, I thought if Jacob a wriggly and slimy character coming to a place of surrender and submission. Here it seems Jacob stops running and faces his brother.
There are times in life where we need to stop running from things and turn and face them.
How can you put something behind you until you have first faced it?
A continued theme I have tried to explore is “what does success look like?” -perhaps this story shows us that in God’s economy success is our surrender to him.
Yet, we don’t face it alone and in our own strength, at the end of Jacob’s wrestle with God he says “I won’t let you go until you bless me”.
A picture of hanging on to God’s desire to bless us, holding onto his goodness and mercy.
And God’s blessing leaves him with a limp, a reminder of his need for God and his own fallibility.
Later St. Paul talked of boasting in his weakness so that Christ’s strength maybe shown, echoes of this here.
Frequently scripture reminds us that God opposes the proud but lifts the humble.
Brendan Manning says in his book “the ragamuffin gospel” that he doesn’t trust a Pastor without a limp, although he used the wonderful phrase “a victorious limp”.
Yet too often even in Christ’s Church we value the swagger over the limp, and fail to see that we are all broken people, wounded healers, beggars telling other beggars where to find bread.
So, let’s embrace our victorious limps and shun the swagger of the world.
Have you ever done something you have almost instantly regretted? Said “yes” when you should have said “no” (or “no” when you should have said “yes”)? -And probably the reason we made a bad choice was some pressure or influence that we secummed too.
Reading this passage in the cold light of day it seems crazy to give up your birthright for a bowl of stew! Yet pressure makes sane people do crazy things!
Esau is under pressure and is being ‘played’ -exploited- by an expert manipulator, his brother Jacob.
Jacob catches Esau exhausted from hunting and starving hungry. Esau the hunter becomes Jacob’s prey. Jacob knows he is vulnerable and his guard is down.
We are all vulnerable to make really bad choices when we are under pressure.
The number of times I have heard people say “I’m never drinking again’ but the following weekend comes, the pressure comes and the cycle continues!
Interestingly Alcoholics/Narcotics Anonymous warn of the dangers we can be to ourselves when we are Hungry, Angry, Lonely & Tired (HALT) most likely to fall back to a lifestyle they will -like Esau- regret later.
How do we respond to pressure? How well do we know ourselves, our triggers and blind-spots?
If we are serious about following Jesus we are choosing the path that is narrow and steep, a choice to swim against the tide.
The unholy trinity of sin, the world and the devil will put all sorts of pressures on us to disrupt and destroy our walk with God.
How easily are we manipulated or diverted from God’s call, and what have we put in place to keep us on track.
Yet I believe self awareness, wisdom and spiritual maturity are vital components that need to work together if we are serious about following Jesus rather than being stretchered off the pitch.
How easily are we manipulated, wrapped around someone else’s finger, and allowing them to push our buttons’?
Are we easily led? If, so, who is leading us? Is it the holy spirit of God or another influence?
We might have good intentions to follow Jesus but so often fall at the first hurdle.
All of us can intend to live wonderful Christian lives in Church on a Sunday night but what about Monday morning in work when the pressure kicks in?
It is easy to be ‘going for it with God’ in a pressure free week at a Christian festival but what about the other pressurised 51 weeks a year?
One of my favourite hymns is “O Jesus I have promised” with the prayer in the final verse “O let me see thy footmarks and in them plant my own, my hope is to follow duly in thy strength alone”. To follow Christ we need Christ’s strength and help.
I wonder too if Esau had packed better provisions -and didn’t come back starving hungry- whether he’d be as vulnerable to Jacob’s cunning wiles? Practical responses can help us avoid poor choices.
Or perhaps if Esau was accompanied by wise friends they could have dissuade him from this catastrophic choice. For me my accountable friendships have ‘saved me from myself’ and the bad decisions I was about to leap into.
My prayer is that for all of us our story has a different ending to that of Esau selling our birthright for a worthless bowl of stew.
Jesus told a parable in Matthew 25 about when we feed the hungry we feed him, and the writer of the epistle to the Hebrews “Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers , for thereby some have entertained angels unawares” (Hebrew.13.2).
In Genesis 18 we read: “The Lord appeared to Abraham near the great trees of Mamre while he was sitting at the entrance to his tent in the heat of the day. Abraham looked up and saw three men standing nearby. When he saw them, he hurried from the entrance of his tent to meet them and bowed low to the ground.”
The Lord appearing to Abraham as three strangers, and Abraham responds by offering immediate hospitality to the three men, inviting them to rest under a tree and preparing a feast for them. Indeed scripture does not elaborate on God appearing to Abraham in this way but instead the conversation they have is quoted as “the Lord says”.
In Abraham’s culture offering hospitality to strangers was of supreme importance -and not to do so would be considered shameful,, which is so very different from our culture that believes ‘an Englishman’s home is his castle’ and we treat the stranger with suspicion, although superficially friendly, often we hold people at arm’s length, maybe chatting over the fence but never invited across the threshold!
Indeed much of our western relationships are filled with fear, the phrase “stranger danger” is drummed into us from childhood, despite the fact that normally the people most likely to harm you are the people we already know. I prefer to think (glass half full?) of a stranger as being a friend I’ve not met yet.
In my previous parish we planted a church “all souls -the idea of a church where everyone was welcome- and our tag-line was “where strangers become friends and friends meet with Jesus”.
In meeting strangers we encounter God, the interruptions and disturbances to our normal routines are often those moments of breakthrough and growth.
In encountering new people, people not like us we are changed -and often vice versa, yet too often we raise the walls in inhospitality not allowing ourselves to be known or be changed, the hospitality of the heart allows us to be known, and to be transformed as we grow together, and in growing together we are changed.
Too often we mistake polite greeting and acknowledgement superficial friendliness for hospitality -a pale insipid counterfeit of the real thing-. A friend moved to a new area and tried to find a new church community and said: “I don’t want to go to a friendly Church, but rather one I can make friends in”. In this statement he unearthed the nub of what hospitality is and is not, a real community wanting to share life (and food) with you rather than just empty smokes a polite chit chat.
Within the Church I believe one of our greatest obstacles to mission, discipleship and Kingdom living is the way we can keep ourselves to ourselves, live in hermetically sealed bubbles and operate in impenetrable cliques, we never allow strangers to meaningfully interact with us which leaves the church and the world depleted, the work of Christ frustrated, depriving us of meeting with God through other people.
Our Churches have become like meals in posh restaurants where everyone had a place specially set for them how they like it, but impenetrable for those who feel uninvited, where as a more Biblical model of Church is like a old fashioned feast with long tables and benches where we can say “budge up there is room for another one”.
Hospitality begins, I believe, is about a heart attitude than welcomes the stranger and treats them like a brother or sister, as ultimate the message of Genesis is that is who we are, brothers and sisters who belong together.
At an Alpha Course in my last parish a woman said of her journey of faith ‘I didn’t mind Jesus in the porch but realized now I have to let him into the rest of the house”.
At a concert the best possible backstage pass has AAA on it which means access all areas, welcome to go anywhere! Yet the only people to get such a pass are VIP’s and only the people closest to the stars get this privileged access, most of us plebs have to wait by the stage door.
Yet the call of Christ is to welcome him into every part of our lives, giving him privileged access all areas. Yet Jesus says on one occasion picking up a little child -powerless and without influence unable to return or reciprocate the favour- and says “anyone who welcomes such as these welcomes me”.
Some of us are good at “hospitality” when networking, prioritising those we can get something out of, cosying up to power, valuing people for what we can get out of them… Yet, the hospitality of Christ is to give without the expectation of reward/return or reciprocating, where hospitality is given without favour of bias (although perhaps a bias towards the poor, marginalised, disenfranchised and the ostracised).
What we think of Christ is reflected in how we treat other people, especially the weak and the vulnerable, the broken, hurting, lonely and the stranger.
Our cultural reticence or ‘dis-ease’ to embrace the costly and risky challenge of opening ourselves to one another can also extend to our relationship with God, our inhospitality to others will spill out into an inhospitality to the Spirit of God.
Hospitality when we say to someone make yourself at home here, just as when we surrender to the Holy Spirit and welcome him into our lives and say to him “make yourself at home”.
The idea of inviting Christ in, offering hospitality and fellowship is what the famous passage where the risen Christ says: “behold I stand at the door and knock if anyone hears my voice and opens the door I will come in and eat with them” (Rev.3.20). The artist Holman Hunt painted this verse in pictorial form with Jesus knocking at a door (the door representing our hearts and lives) but the handle is on the other side of the door, in other words the choice, the invitation and response, is ours, it is up to us.
The idea of Christ himself coming and eating with us is not just a nice piece of phraseology, but for the Jewish culture sharing food together with someone is the most intimate display of friendship, to eat together is a display of acceptance and an end to hostilities, it is somewhat sacramental displaying being welcomed into the family.
Hospitality is a welcome into the family, it is making oneself vulnerable and is an action of both reaching out and welcoming in.
In sharing food together we grow together as we meet each other with our guard down, in eating together there is vulnerability as we come to eat unguarded and our hand free from weapons. As we share food with one another it is a sign and symbol of trust that the other person is not trying to poison you and they are trusted to eat with you. Animals will not eat with their predators -it would be suicide too.
Communion is at its heart a family meal together with Jesus before we turned it into a religious ceremony with the elements distilled into some form of religious canapé. It is symbol of surrender, trust, restoration and reconciliation with God and with one another.
Yet too often we downgrade hospitality to a cup of cheap and nasty coffee and a stale biscuit, which robs us from truly seeing hospitality in all its beauty.
I wonder if a celebrity were to come to our home, or to our Church, whether we would make an effort sprues the place up, bake a cake and go the extra-mile? In the Church we planted by the skate park in Bristol we had many local kids in and they ate loads of the food we had and often left again soon after, someone said “why don’t you just buy cheap biscuits for the kids?” my reply was that in welcoming and valuing these young people we are also welcoming Jesus, the King of Kings, and we are not going to fob him off with cheap and nasty but rather we will give the best we have.
So, a call to sit and eat with Christ, and with each other, learning to lead a life of hospitality as we follow Jesus.
In Genesis 33 we read of Jacob settling at Shecam where (according to John 4) he built a well.
At this well Jesus, Jacob’s descendant, revealed that he was the fulfilment of Abraham’s promise, the long awaited Messiah. Jesus asked this woman for a drink before talking of the offer of living water -the water of life- (himself) a drink that satisfies and quenches our thirst -do much so we won’t thirst again.
But none of this could be foreseen by Jacob digging the well, but within the economy and mission of God, our simple efforts and actions can be used beyond our expectations and even our wildest dreams. A truth that is encouraging when we do not necessarily see the fullness of faithfulness in our lifetime.
So, Jacob digging a well, enabling uninhabitable wilderness to thrive and sustain life. A well can change a desert into an Oasis, a place of death into a place of life. Discovering and accessing water is utterly transformative for an area.
With the early pioneer-settlers their first job was to find and ensure that the people can access safe, clean drinking water.
Perhaps this is the call for us as Christians when we come to a new land or community to find where God is at work? Where are the streams/springs/wells of living water, where the Holy Spirit is at working in your land? And as one beggar sharing with another beggar where is the source of life and invite others to share with us in coming, tasting, seeing and drinking from the well of God.
As I thought further about wells I discovered that in western farming we put up fences to keep the livestock together and safe. Yet in many remote locations like the area where Jacobs well was -or in the Australian outback- where the land mass is too vast to fence off they keep the animals together by digging wells and the sheep and goats will not wander far from the water.
As I thought of this picture I began to wonder if perhaps I had spent too much of my life and ministry building fences -who’s in and who’s out- rather than digging wells?
Let’s find water of life where the spirit is outpouring and start digging more wells to bring life and transformation to our lives and the communities we serve.