In the name of God, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Amen.


So, I gotta tell ya, I’m really appreciating God’s wry sense of humor this morning.


When I was in seminary, I took a whole class on James. my professor, a Presbyterian and an expert on this short book, assured me that our work would be mostly academic. “You don’t actually preach on James much,” she said. “For you Episcopalians, it hardly comes up in the lectionary.”


So here we are with James two weeks in a row.


Last week, Rev. Paula led us through a reading from the book of James, powerfully reminding us that we have choices in these anxious political times about how to spend our time. We can listen to – or even participate in – the political rancor that holds our nation in its grip or we can refocus our citizenship’s attention on God’s realm and the work that God has given us to do.


Last week, the question posed in James’ Epistle was what?


This week, we have another reading from James that seeks, I think, to ask us why?

James is a difficult book for Protestants. Our beloved host, Martin Luther, hated the book of James. He called it an epistle of straw and opposed to the Gospel.


Protestants, after all, often fall squarely in the camp that all God requires of us is faith. 

James’ view is more nuanced. Believing is an essential and necessary aspect of faith, but without the works that arise as a natural consequence of our relationship with Christ, that faith is dead.


In other words, faith is not a noun. It is an action verb.

The question is what kind of action.

The wrong kind of action leads to dissension and quarreling


What is the source of your quarrels, he asks, but the cravings at war within you.

Cravings is an interesting word. We might be tempted to conclude that cravings means just what it means in English: our desires


Certainly, I think that is part of what James is saying. If you are focused more on your appetites, then you are less likely to care about your brother or sister, and you might be happy to shove someone out of the way to get a need met.


The lectionary leaves out a part of the reading that O think is actually pretty important. Right after cravings, James says this (and I’m reading from the Common English Bible):


“Doesn’t God long for our faithfulness in the life he has given to us. He gives us more grace. That is why the scriptures say God stands against the proud but favors the humble.”


I think part of what James is trying to get us to see is that it isn’t mere desire that causes us to be in conflict with one another, it is pride.

Desire is just the smoke; pride is the fire.


One of the reasons I think that craving means pride is that James points us to that quote from Proverbs 3: God stands against the proud but favors the humble.


Today’s Gospel reading suggests that pride is the problem. These disciples were arguing about who is the greatest … their pride them think that they were better-than.


Jesus sits them down and puts an end to that right quick: They who want to be first have to be last, a servant of all.


Once when, I was serving as a chaplain at a hospital, I stopped by a patient’s room. He asked me who I was, and I said I was the chaplain. He said, oh no, no. No thank you. Not interested. I left and went on my way.


I went back the next day. He didn’t remember me, but he asked me the same question: Who are you. I said I was the chaplain.

No, no, he said. No thanks. I’m not interested.


The next day, I went back again. This time he remembered me. Look, he said, I don’t no what part of it. No, thank you. You don’t understand.

Needless to say, I left. I was hurt. And if I’m honest, I grumbled a few choice words in my mind.


My supervisor asked me later, "Paul? Why did you keep going back?"


Well, I said, "Because I wanted to help him. I figured if I could just get him to talk …"


She replied: "But he said he didn’t want to talk. He wasn’t ready."


I said, "Maybe he was gonna change his mind. I was only trying to help."


See how subtle that is. I’m a nice guy. I’m just trying to do the right thing.


My supervisor asked: "How was the patient being served by what you did? What were you getting out of it?"

 

That is a kind of pride, isn’t it?


And its a pride that takes up a lot of space in the room because it starts off with the best of intentions, and rests in a desire to be good.

But unchecked, it takes up so much space that it ends up trying to crowd God out of the room. It becomes the Paul show, not the God show.


By contrast, scripture teaches us that God loves those who are humble …


Those who empty the self,


Those who give up an attachment or expectation of result,


Those who have the servant’s heart.


Why? Because humility opens up space for others to see and hear God. John the Baptist said: He must increase, I must decrease.


Humility is hard, though, right? There’s nothing wrong about feeling good about doing what God has called us to do. So, how can we know we are humble, and guard against pride.


My supervisor’s question is, I think, a good place to start. What am I doing here? Does it mostly serve me, my need to be competent, or to be correct, or to prevail, or to be powerful or does it serve the one in need, the hungry, the lonely, the sick?


Jesus calls us to God’s work, rather than our own.


If faith is not a noun, but rather an action verb, then the object of that faith is not, cannot be, ourselves.

It must be God.


Lord, may our works find favor in thy sight.

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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. 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