In 1999, the acronym Y2K was known all over the world. It meant Year 2000. And it was the most anticipated and prepared-for non-crisis of my lifetime. Computer codes had crept into banking systems, air traffic systems, and business commerce systems. Computers had changed the way the world transacted business.

 

But there was a fly in the ointment. Some software and hardware had been designed without imagining the possibility of the date odometer rolling over the first digit in the year. So, 1997, 1998, 1999, all of those were all good. But what would happen when the date was January 1, 2000? Would software programs stop? Would banking stop? Would airplanes fall out of the sky? Would business crash?


The hype over this question was huge. We bought Y2K software patches, upgraded hardware, and, frankly, crossed our fingers.


On Dec. 31, 1999, there were epic New Year’s Eve parties in London, Paris, New York City. As my husband and I pondered how to spend that night, we decided to do something quite different—we would camp in Big Bend National Park.


We knew that Big Bend is a desert, so we packed our tent, sleeping bags, blankets, and even threw in ski jackets. Early on December 31, we set off for Big Bend. 


As we set up camp, we were wearing t-shirts and shorts and complaining about the heat as the sun beat down on us. We sat in camp chairs and watched as the sun slipped behind a mountain peak. That was the first moment we noticed the chill in the air.


I pulled on sweatpants and a sweat shirt. The sun continued to set. I dragged blankets from the tent. By nightfall, I was wearing the ski jacket and gloves. Eventually, I was too cold to worry about the chaos that might happen at midnight, so we got into the sleeping bag—with ski jackets and sweats. 


We awoke to the sun rise, boiled some water and made hot tea. By the time tea was finished, we had shed ski jackets and sweats. After breakfast, we hiked in shorts and t-shirts.


In Exodus, God has been writing an epic tale about God’s work among the Israelites. Moses becomes a leader – an intermediary between God and the Israelites. Moses negotiates the freeing of God’s people. And, God parts the sea and leads them out of Egypt. But, now, they are in a desert: hungry, cold and wishing they were back in Egypt.


For those of us who’ve read the whole story, we know that this desert experience is a liminal space: a place where the Israelites must leave something behind before they are ready to receive something new.


Who are these people God has led to the desert? We know them as God’s chosen people. But here, in the desert, they are refugees. A people with no zip code, no housing, no vocation, no money, no food, no employer. These people have been enslaved for generations. They served Egypt, not as an act of generosity, but simply to survive. 


They are spiritual refugees--they understand that power and bondage go hand-in-hand. This, they must leave behind before God will lead them from the desert.   


The desert is a time of struggle for the Israelites. Nothing is the way it used to be. 


 On the night of Dec. 31, 1999 as the world celebrated a new millennium, my husband and I watched the stars emerge on the clear desert sky. Orion’s belt and the Big Dipper were so vivid, I felt like I could reach out and touch them. We weren’t worried about the hands on any clocks that night. Time in that place is measured by the sun’s warmth and the moon’s phase. 


For that one night, we were unplugged from civilization and culture. We were plugged into the majesty and Mystery of Creation.


The Israelites are making a different desert journey. No doubt they saw a similar canvas of stars. But they did not pack for one night in the desert. Whatever food they may have brought has long since run out. There’s no water. There is no SUV at the trail head ready to speed them back to civilization, their homes, their old way of life. 


I think the darkest hour of their struggle is realizing the fragility of their existence in the desert. 


They need Yahweh. 


And Yahweh will meet each need with generosity.


This is a turning point in their relationship with God. Eventually, they will be prepared to enter a new covenant with Yahweh. 


Y2K was a particular event with a particular timetable. There were tremendous external pressures for us to solve a pending crisis. 


But liminal space is different. There are no external pressures—the impetus to move through liminal space is entirely internal.


I wonder if all of us are like the Israelites—if we are all in a liminal space moving from what was to whatever God imagines for us next? 


Surely, St. Christopher’s is in a liminal space: we are between homes. We are refugees, who have received the gift of welcome and space from St. Matthew’s. 


But the witness of the Israelites is that liminal space is not just about the bookends of where we used to live and where we will live. Liminal space is also about the relationship we used to have with God and the relationship God desires with us now.


God is preparing us for something new. 


There is noticeable energy here. I wrote to Canon Saylors this week, thanking her for choosing to worship with us last Sunday. She wrote back:  “It is great to see St. Christopher’s thriving."


And we are.


It’s not just about the numbers. Every week people bring great ideas for new programs, new ministries.  Everyone here is invested in the ministry of our congregation and the ministries of our people. We are leaning into God’s calling for St. Christopher’s. This is what other people see in us, and they name it ‘thriving’.


It is an exciting time in the life of this congregation.


May God continue to lead us and guide us into deeper relationship with one another, with our community and with God. 


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Once when a certain preacher launched into a children’s sermon, she was confronted by a visiting child, an eight-year-old friend of a regular member. The boy was new to this church but was a regular attendee at another congregation that did not have children’s sermons. Nevertheless, the visitor tried his best to follow the line of the preacher’s effort to connect with the children. Attempting to hook the children with something familiar before making her point, the priest asked the children to identify what she would describe. “What is fuzzy and has a long tail?” No response. “What has big teeth and climbs in trees?” Still no response. After she asked, “What jumps around a lot and gathers nuts and hides them?” the visiting boy could stand the silence no longer. He blurted out, “Look, lady, I know the answer is supposed to be ‘Jesus,’ but it sure sounds like a squirrel to me.” Today’s Gospel reveals to us St. Thomas – who was put in a situation similar to that of the boy at the children’s sermon. Thomas was the one who had not seen the risen Jesus when he first appeared to the disciples. The others told him they had seen the Lord, but he was skeptical. He doubted. Still, Thomas must have wanted to fit in. He might have said, “Look, friends, I know the answer is supposed to be that I acknowledge that you saw Jesus, but it sure sounds like a ghost to me.” Aren't we all a little like Thomas? Thank God for that! Because, as Elton Trueblood once said, “a faith that is never questioned isn't worth having.” Thomas remained with the others until his doubts and uncertainties were transformed into a dynamic faith. Doubt is a universal human experience. We have all felt the pain, the harassment, and the threat of it. Doubt comes in different depths. The deepest form denies that we can believe anything at all. The other extreme is the mind of the dogmatic that sails along with unquestioning confidence on a sea of tranquil certitude. While there is a certain appeal in dogmatic tranquility, there is also the danger that we might overlook the possibility of error in our most familiar beliefs. As much as we might like to think of eliminating any trace of doubt in our life, the truth is that it would be undesirable, even if it were possible. When someone tells me that he has never had a moment of probing religious doubt, I find myself wondering whether that person has ever known a moment of vital religious conviction. For if one fact stands out above all others in the history of religion, it is this: the price of a great faith is a great and continuous struggle to get it, to keep it, and to share it. Faith is a fight as well as a peace. I find myself thinking of my task as a Pastor and Teacher in the way described by Paul Tillich, when he said, “Sometimes I think my mission is to bring faith to the faithless and doubt to the faithful.” Tuesday of this week is the annual remembrance of the Holocaust, Yom Hashoah. As we recall that tragic chapter in human history, we are painfully reminded of Adolf Hitler. Hitler was an atheist. We usually think of atheism as ultimate doubt. But when you think of it as a religion, you can see how helpful it would be to have a system of doubt to correct it. Hitler had no religion to cast doubts on his approach to life. But there are other problems besides Hitler's form of atheism. There is, for example, practical atheism. Practical atheists believe in God. He just doesn't have anything to do with their lives. Martin Luther once wrote, “There is the person who has never doubted that God is, but who lives as though God were not; and there is the person who doubts whether God is, or even denies that God is, but lives as though God were. In the latter, the grace of God is at work.” Look at the lives of the saints. According to holy legend, doubt appears as a temptation which increases in power with the increase of saintliness. In those who rest on their unshakable faith, pharisaism, fundamentalism, and fanaticism are the unmistakable symptoms of doubt which has been repressed. Doubt is overcome not by repression but by courage. Courage does not deny that there is doubt, but it takes the doubt into itself as an expression of its own finitude and affirms the content of an ultimate concern – a concern that impacts our lives and how we relate to the world around us and the people in it. Courage does not need the safety of unquestionable conviction. It includes the risk without which no creative life is possible. The Christian faith is stronger than our doubts. It is like the Chinese proverb, which says, “Chinese sails, though full of holes, still work.” Suppose a half dozen of us were seated around the walls of a darkened room. We are told that somewhere in the open, middle space, there is a chair. It is not just any chair; it is an antique, the creation of a noted designer, worth several thousand dollars. Which of us will find that chair? Certainly not those who sit still and philosophize about where the chair might be placed, about its existence, or about its value. No, the chair can be found only by those who have the courage to get up and risk stumbling around in the dark, using whatever powers of reason and sensation we might have until the chair is discovered. Or in our relationships with those we love. I have faith that my wife loves me. I feel her kindness, her caring, her loving touch - all these I interpret to mean that she loves me. Not every moment of our relationship has been perfectly romantic. We went to high school together and during that time I thought she hated me. I was wrong; she was just shy. But I came to see that her acts of love are such that, while I cannot claim absolute certainty now or about the future, I have a deep faith in her love for me. We cannot ever “know” or “verify” the experience of love with the same probability as sunrise or a lab experiment, but we have faith that love is real, is what we know to be the case, is the explanation which correctly interprets certain “scientific” experience. Those who are familiar with the scientific method know that the point is not to set out to prove a theory but to attempt to disprove it. Doubt is an essential element in the advancement of science, in the pursuit of truth, and in critical thinking. As far as we know, human beings are the only creatures on the planet, perhaps in the cosmos, endowed with the privilege and responsibility to exercise reason. Once a young man said to the philosopher, Blaise Pascal, “Oh that I had your creed, then I would live your life.” Pascal replied, “let me tell you something, young man. If you will live my life, it will not be many days until you have my creed.” In other words, Pascal is saying it is easier to act your way into belief than the other way around. And when we see Thomas after the resurrection, we follow the trajectory of his faith from confusion to confession. The risen Christ, at last, confronted him in the presence of the others and together they dealt with his doubt until it gave way to affirmation. He does that for us, too. 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