Waiting in the Dark
First United
Presbyterian Church
“Waiting in the
Dark”
Rev. Amy Morgan
November 12, 2017
Amos 5:18-24
18 Alas for you who desire the day of the LORD! Why do you want the day of
the LORD? It is darkness, not light;
19
as if someone fled from a lion, and was met by a bear; or went into the house
and rested a hand against the wall, and was bitten by a snake.
20
Is not the day of the LORD darkness, not light, and gloom with no brightness in
it?
21
I hate, I despise your festivals, and I take no delight in your solemn
assemblies.
22
Even though you offer me your burnt offerings and grain offerings, I will not
accept them; and the offerings of well-being of your fatted animals I will not
look upon.
23
Take away from me the noise of your songs; I will not listen to the melody of
your harps.
24
But let justice roll down like waters, and righteousness like an ever-flowing
stream.
Matthew 25:1-13
"Then the
kingdom of heaven will be like this. Ten bridesmaids took their lamps and went
to meet the bridegroom.
2 Five of them were foolish, and
five were wise.
3 When the foolish took their
lamps, they took no oil with them;
4 but the wise took flasks of oil
with their lamps.
5 As the bridegroom was delayed,
all of them became drowsy and slept.
6 But at midnight there was a
shout, 'Look! Here is the bridegroom! Come out to meet him.'
7 Then all those bridesmaids got up
and trimmed their lamps.
8 The foolish said to the wise, 'Give
us some of your oil, for our lamps are going out.'
9 But the wise replied, 'No! there
will not be enough for you and for us; you had better go to the dealers and buy
some for yourselves.'
10 And while they went to buy it,
the bridegroom came, and those who were ready went with him into the wedding
banquet; and the door was shut.
11 Later the other bridesmaids came
also, saying, 'Lord, lord, open to us.'
12 But he replied, 'Truly I tell
you, I do not know you.'
13 Keep awake therefore, for you
know neither the day nor the hour.
We listened to each other’s breathing. There were whispers.
Giggles. “Shhhhh! They’re coming!” We quieted. Listened. We waited. In the
dark.
At our middle school lock-in at the church a few weeks ago, a few
of us hid back there in Angela’s office, while the rest of the group wandered
the church in the dark, looking for us. It was a game. A fun one. And while we
waited to be found, we heard the others, bumping into pews, voices quavering as
they asked, “Where are they?” We almost lost it when one kid said, “this is the
part in the movie where the monster jumps out at you.” When they finally found
us, that’s exactly what we did: jumped out and chased them, trying to tag as
many as we could.
This is one of my favorite youth group games. Some call it “Look
out for the bear.” We called it “Werewolf,” in keeping with our Halloween
theme. Whatever you call it, the point is that you wait in the dark, or wander
in the dark. You wait to pounce, or you wait for the jump scare. The game
embodies every stereotype about darkness. It is scary. Something is in it,
waiting to get us. It hides something dangerous.
In Barbara Brown Taylor’s book, Learning to Walk in the Dark,
she defines darkness as “anything that scares me – that I want no part of –
either because I am sure that I do not have the resources to survive it or
because I do not want to find out.” The church, she asserts, has typically
eschewed darkness, drawing on those biblical images of Jesus as the Light of
the world and the “outer darkness” as the place reserved for those who
displease God. She criticizes churches that stereotype the darkness this way,
calling it “‘full solar spirituality,’ since it focuses on staying in the light
of God around the clock, both absorbing and reflecting the sunny side of faith.
You can usually recognize a full solar church,” Taylor says, “by its emphasis
on the benefits of faith, which include a sure sense of God’s presence,
certainty of belief, divine guidance in all things, and reliable answers to
prayer.”
As ten bridesmaids headed out in the darkness to wait for the
return of the bridegroom, 5 of them had full solar spirituality. They were sure
the bridegroom would arrive on time, would be there when they expected him.
They were following accepted practice. As the bridesmaids kept watch, they knew
with full confidence they’d be partying with the newlyweds later that night. They
could not imagine that they might have to wait in the darkness for so long that
the oil in their lamps would run out.
But 5 of the bridesmaids came prepared to wait in the dark. They
knew that life is defined by uncertainty. They brought reserve oil for their
lamps because they had what Barbara Brown Taylor calls “lunar spirituality, in
which the divine light available to [us] waxes and wanes with the season.” This
is the kind of spirituality that enables them to wait in the dark. It expects
the light to take its time in coming. It prepares for seasons of darkness. But
it waits with hope for the waxing of the moon, the coming of the bridegroom,
the return of joy and fullness.
We’d be foolish today to not feel the darkness pressing close
around us. After last Sunday’s tragedy in Texas, we all feel like we’re
stumbling around, unable to find our way, waiting for terrible things to jump
out at us. This is the part in the movie when it happens. Our hearts beat
faster. Our palms sweat. Our imagination magnifies our fears. The darkness is
terrifying. And dangerous. And we want no part of it.
We’d like to flip on the lights. Find an easy, quick solution to
banish the darkness. We want to assure ourselves that Jesus is coming, that
God’s got this all in hand. Or that somebody has the power to change this, fix
this, protect us.
As your pastor, today I’m supposed to point out where God’s light
is shining; give you certainty that all will be well; direct you to where God
is leading us; convince you that God hears our prayers. I’m supposed to shine a
spiritual spotlight in all this darkness and send our fears scampering for
cover.
But I can’t offer you that today. This is not a time for full
solar spirituality. It would be foolish to assume that Jesus will come quickly,
that the deus ex machina will arrive to sweep us up out of the darkness and
into the bright banquet hall anytime soon.
We are waiting. In the dark. Our lamps went out long ago. We’ve
grown drowsy, and would love to simply sleep through the living nightmare that
is sometimes our life. Whether the darkness we face is the specter of a mass
shooting or the shadow of illness, or any one of the phantoms and devils that
haunt our sleepless night, all I can offer you the wisdom of lunar
spirituality. The wisdom of being prepared to wait in the dark. The wisdom of
bridesmaids with reserve oil.
Lunar spirituality begins with the ability to sit in darkness. We
are a culture that flips on the light switch at every turn. We do this
literally, of course, but in every figurative way as well. We avoid pain and
suffering at all costs. We jump to fix whatever is broken and rush to break
through every blockade to our sunshiny happiness. If there’s a pill for it, we
take it. If there’s a 4-step process for it, we follow it. If there’s a product
for it, we buy it.
Faith communities especially struggle to let the darkness be. Taylor
again observes that “Many churches are so concerned with how they’re going to
keep the lights on that the last thing they want to do is learn how to befriend
the dark.” Full solar spirituality is attractive, pleasant, comfortable. Lunar
spirituality has no church growth model to support it.
However, lunar spirituality opens us up to compassion, as it is
defined by American Buddhist Pema Chodron. She says that compassion is “knowing
our darkness well enough that we can sit in the dark with others.” But
according to University of Houston research professor Brene Brown, “faith
communities don’t know how to hold space for pain and discomfort.” We don’t
know how to sit in the darkness – our own darkness, and the darkness of the
world around us.
We may not be full solar Christians, but in the face of suffering,
we’d rather do something than just sit there. We strike a match or go searching
for a flashlight. Depression is neatly handed off to professional counselors
while we ignore its presence in our midst. The dark room of grief is punctured
with light streaming in from the next room where everyone else has moved on
with their lives.
Now, I’m not disparaging the acts of love and generosity that flow
out of this congregation or any of its members. But not all darkness can be
escaped by the flick of a switch. If we are to cultivate compassion, we must
know our own darkness. And if we are to enact compassion, we must sit in the
dark with others. We must wait with them through the long night.
But we do not wait in vain. The bridegroom may be delayed, but he
is coming. Days of joy and celebration, feasting and dancing, are coming. The
dark night does not get the final word.
And so we keep our flasks of oil at our sides. We let the darkness
be so that someday we will be ready to trim and fill our lamps and join the
party. Rather than burning through everything we’ve got to keep the darkness at
bay, we hold on to those reserves as a testimony to our trust that the
bridegroom is coming, even though we have no idea when. Those reserves pass on
our hope from generation to generation.
Those reserves will allow us to see the bridegroom through the
darkness when he does come and to participate in the kingdom of heaven when it arrives.
Not just in some final sense of Jesus returning to make all things new. But
when the kingdom of heaven arrives in our lives and the lives of those waiting
in the dark with us, we will be prepared to join the celebration.
When the kingdom of heaven shows up in the comforting of those who
mourn, in justice for the oppressed, in the embrace of the despised, and in
every sword beaten into a plowshare, we will be there, lamps blazing, dancing
and singing. Instead of having to scoot off in search of something to help us
see God in our midst, we’ll be able to trim our lamps, fill them up, and party
on.
It seems awfully harsh that the poor, foolish bridesmaids are shut
out of the party completely. We can’t imagine Jesus slamming the door on
anyone’s face, saying “I don’t know you. Get out of here.” That doesn’t quite
square with the loving, compassionate, forgiving Jesus was like to talk about
in church.
But the truth is, this is not Jesus’ harsh judgement of the foolish
bridesmaids. This is the reality of how we miss out on seeing and participating
in the kingdom of God. If we expect that following Jesus will be easy, a
short-term commitment, all light and party, then we will miss it. We will be
falling behind and playing catch-up and missing out when the heavenly realm
shows up. And we will be unrecognizable as followers of Jesus.
“The day of the Lord is darkness,” says the prophet Amos. It is darkness
and not light. It is lunar spirituality. It is compassion, sitting in the dark
with others. It is waiting for the jump scare from a lion, and then a bear. We
wait, listening to each other’s breathing. We stumble, and search. We giggle
and cry out. And we quiet. “Shhhhhh.” And listen.
And late in the night, we will hear the hoofbeat of justice, see
the silhouette of righteousness. Peace and joy will round the corner as the cry
goes up, “Look! Here is the bridegroom! Come out to meet him.”
And by the light of the moon, we will rouse from our slumber, trim
our lamps, and fill them with oil to light the way to the realm where justice,
righteousness, peace and joy reign supreme.
But for now, we wait in the dark, flasks of oil at our sides.
Amen.
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