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On the Edge of Promise: Leaning into the Promise Sunday, April 1, 2007 |
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Deuteronomy 34: 1-12 Rev. |
There
is a story from the civil rights movement that helps me understand Palm
Sunday. It is about Bayard Rustin and the Bayard
Rustin was a birthright Quaker. He grew up in As a
young man, during the Depression, he moved to Harlem where he waited on
tables and went to free classes at He soon
became disillusioned with Communism and became an organizer for the Fellowship
of Reconciliation, a pacifist group where he learned about Mahatma Gandhi and
nonviolent resistance. He spent part of World War II in prison because of his
pacifism. He came
to be a great believer in and practitioner of
non-violent resistance. During one peace demonstration, a passerby who was incensed
by the demonstration, grabbed one of the protestor’s signs, ripped the sign
off the stick it was on, and came toward Rustin ready to beat him with it. Rustin
calmly handed the man a second stick, inviting him to hit him with them both.
The man was so caught off guard that he threw both sticks to the ground and
walked away. But
that was not always the case. Rustin was beaten a number of times, and jailed. He was
gay, and he eventually resigned from the Fellowship of Reconciliation because
he wanted to avoid embarrassment for the group resulting from issues related
to his sexual orientation. Taylor
Branch, historian of the civil rights movement, says that by the social
standards of the day, he could hardly have been more of a misfit – “a Negro,
an ex-Communist, an ex-convict, and a homosexual.”[i] Yet Bayard
Rustin played a critical pivotal role in the beginning of the civil rights
movement, a break-it or make-it role. It was
11 weeks into the Bayard
Rustin was one of the first persons outside Just
then the The
movement leaders panicked. First of all, they understandably didn’t want to
go to jail. And, secondly, what would happen to the movement if they did? Dr.
King’s father begged him not to return to While
everyone was panicking and near desperation, Bayard Rustin, using Gandhi
principles of nonviolent resistance, persuaded one of the movement leaders E.D.
Nixon not to run or hide or even to wait to be arrested. He convinced Nixon
to lean into the fear, into the Promise. So the next morning Nixon walked
into the sheriff’s office and said, “Are you looking for
me? Well, here I am.” The deputies
looked at each other in amazement. They booked him, fingerprinted him, photographed
him, and then released him on bail. Nixon left the sheriff’s office smiling. Word of
what Nixon had done spread and it began a chain reaction. One by one, others
whose names were on the list began to appear at the sheriff’s office. Soon a
crowd of spectators formed outside the building. The crowds grew into the
hundreds. As people came to turn themselves in there was cheering and
shouting and expressions of joy. Taylor Branch says the arriving criminals
were celebrated like stars at a The sheriff
came out of the building at one point and yelled at the crowd to quiet down.
“This isn’t a vaudeville show,” he said. When Dr.
King got back to Bayard
Rustin had to leave town almost immediately after this. When word began to
get out that a former Communist was there, he had to leave for fear that this
would be used against the movement. He was in Now, if
we can get a sense of what the sheriff’s office in Palm
Sunday was Jesus arriving at the sheriff’s office saying, “Are you looking
for me? Well, here I am.” Walking
toward our promise is always frightening. It is what they call nowadays
“leaving your comfort zone.” The closer we come, the more frightening it is. The
image I’ve been thinking about is the one Bernice Johnson Reagon shared when
she spoke here in January and that Barbara Cambridge recalls in her Lenten
meditation in the Lenten booklet. Dr. Reagon said that sometimes the
destination seems far away, so far away as to be unachievable. So what we
need to do is just make sure that when we pick up a foot that we put it down
at least a little ahead of where it was when we picked it up. We just need to
keep lifting our foot and putting it down a little ahead of where it was when
we picked it up, she said, so that death finds us going somewhere. It is at
the edge of promise that we face most directly our self-doubts and
insecurities and fears. It is sometimes hard to even pick up a foot there at
the edge of promise. Taking even a step can be hard at the edge of promise. What I had
in mind to say this morning, is that when it gets hard to pick up a foot and
take even a step, we can at least lean. We can lean toward our promise, and
if we lean hard enough, we will end up taking a step. Try it sometime. Lean
forward as far as you can and see if you don’t end up taking a step. When
Moses died, the Israelites named Joshua as their leader. It had been Joshua
in Numbers 13 and 14 who had wanted to enter the Promised Land 38 years
earlier – Joshua and Caleb. To make Joshua their leader was to lean into
their promise. They still were full of fear and self-doubt and anxiety, but
making Joshua their leader made the next step almost inevitable. Jesus
was not without fear. Read the gospel accounts of his prayers in the Garden
and his cries from the cross. He was not without fear and dread. Riding his
colt into We may
not always have enough courage to march into our Promised Lands but we can
lean so hard as to make the next step inevitable. Wendy,
John and Jean’s daughter, called me last night and told me that John had been
taken to the hospital and they thought he might be dying. I did what pastors
do – prayed with them and anointed John with oil. Mostly John lay there with
his eyes shut, struggling to breathe. Once or
twice he opened his eyes a bit and seemed to see us. He held onto Jean’s hand
with his good hand. I
decided I’d have to leave at midnight if I was going to be here this morning.
Just before midnight I was talking to John one last time, telling him he’d
had a good life. Telling him he had done well. Telling him how loved he was –
loved and respected. Telling him it was okay and that he would be okay. Suddenly
his eyes opened. They opened all the way. And his eyes held mine. I don’t
know how long it was. It seemed like
his eyes held mine a long time. Who
knows what really happens in these situations? I seemed to see a question in
John’s eyes, but it may have really been in me. Still, I reminded John again
and again of how many people loved him and what a good job he had done with
his life, and I told him it was okay to go. What I
felt was that the question left John’s eyes and he began to lean. I sensed
John was leaning. I don’t believe it was easy for John. He loved life so
much. He was so alive. But I believe he began to lean toward God. I
believe John leaned and God caught him and carried him to his Promised Land. Sometimes
all we can do is lean, and trust that God will catch us and carry us into our
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