| The Body of Christ
Genesis 3:8-11; 21 and 2nd Samuel 6:1-5
Mark
14:43-52
Rockville United Church
Rev. Dr. Duncan D. Newcomer
March 30, 2008
I was so moved last week in our Communion service, especially when
Sharon Ringe said in her “Words of Institution,” as
we call them, that not only was the broken bread the body of
Christ, but that we too were the body of Christ, the church as
the body of Christ. So, I also thought, let’s emphasize
that more! The body. People used to preach “let’s
put Christ back in Christmas.” I was thinking, “let’s
put the body back in the body of Christ.” Everybody had
such a good time during the passing of the peace, our bodies
moving around, we connecting eyes, hands, faces, voices, all
active, alive, and moving.
Getting comfortable with our bodies is
very hard to do in our culture. The public presentation of the
human body in our society
in terms of health, fitness, sexuality, youth, beauty, simply conspires
to make us feel that we don’t belong to our own human species!
For every one person who, like Barack Obama, can get photographed
bare-chested swimming in Hawaii, there are two hundred and fifty
of us who say with John McCain, “He can take off his T-shirt
if he wants to. I’m not even taking off my sweater!”
You know, Freud wrote a book called Civilization and Its Discontents.
It could be updated, thanks to the economic engine that exploits
our shame, Civilization Makes Me Discontented. It shames our inadequate
bodies as not fit enough, not healthy enough, not beautiful enough,
not sexual enough, not thin enough!
Now, the Christian church has a real chance at offering a vital
counter-cultural alternative to our body-obsessed, but discontented,
society. The church has been the mirror opposite of society. If
society has gotten obsessed with all things physical, from sex
and sales to health and medical costs, to fitness and fatness,
the church has just about gotten away with its obsession: pretending
that no body ever attends church, only souls, and a few spirits
you can shake hands with!
So we have, like a candidate with no voting
record, a chance to speak up, break our own self-imposed taboo,
and engage in a conversation
with ourselves and the world that tells truths about our bodies,
shows reverence towards our bodies, and frees us to unfasten our
seat belts and “to move about the country!”!
Now, I have worked, in the creation of
this worship service, to help such a counter-cultural conversation
to progress here. And
as a congregation, we are already counter-culturally ahead of many
other churches and way ahead of our culture. This church actually
supplies its pastor with free gift cards for massage therapy! Some
folks here are actually interested in learning a body language
for worship, to walk the ancient labyrinth, scores of people showed
up for the adult education series on mind, body and spirit, and
almost everyone here has gotten the Shaker slogan down as a life
style. The American Shakers used to say, “Hands to work;
hearts to God.”
96% of you all put your hands to work for
God through some project in this church every year. And the other
4%, well, we just love
to sit and watch! And we are committed, here, to increasing our
manners, our mores and our buildings’ comfort to those who
are ahead of us on the ability-disability spectrum.
But we have miles to go before we can truly offer the world and
ourselves a vibrant, alive, sensitive, sensual, counter-cultural
alternative to our secular culture.
So I’ve worked to help us today,
with the body thing, somewhat blatantly. All our hymns lift up
for us Jesus as the Son of God,
and yet as a man, and as a ruler of all nature. These are hymns
that image Jesus as a real human being, as well as the revelation
of Christ as the center of the cosmos.
More “obviously subliminal,” if I can contradict myself
(can you be obviously subliminal?), our three scripture readings
all got us to hear about naked bodies in the Bible. First, God
making clothes for Adam and Eve (and was He dressed or not!?) Next,
King David as vital, vain, vulnerable, dancing naked before the
ark (truly he’s not the poster child for the guild of sacred
dancers!) And then the poignant flash of a naked boy escaping during
the arrest of Jesus with only his skin intact. Scholars wonder
if the boy was the writer of that passage.
I thought such scriptures would be a good way to raise the bar
in terms of body-talk in church, to have us hear these Biblical
scenes.
But I’m going to step back from my
own brinkmanship, however, and only focus us on that one naked
body part (other than our hands)
that we are most comfortable seeing in public and that, of course,
is our face. Let the counter-cultural Christian conversation about
the human body begin with our lifting up for greater awareness
the undressed human face. I could also say the unaddressed human
face, because the first conversation we need to have is with our
shame about our flaws.
From our face down to our toes all of us have body-shame. We can
address and redeem that by facing our face.
There will be no place of grace for our
bodies unless we face our shame, our antagonism, our judgments,
about our faces, which
are just the tip of the iceberg of our potential body shame. Now,
it took a woman to be brave enough to write a book and call it, “I
Hate My Neck.” Men like to pretend we are above such bonfires
of vanities. A lot of our body shame we project onto our cars.
(Have I told you about my restored 1955 Porsche 356?)
Now our conversation for counter-cultural health can be greatly
helped by a long unheralded Christian tradition: the Celtic Christian
tradition. Celtic Christianity has a paradoxical logic, a poetry
and language that include both Christ and nature and the body and
the feminine. The Roman Christianity that came out of Augustine
and the empire had a pathological prejudice against both nature
and the feminine. And so Christianity began to be a potential breeding
ground for shame. Body shame, sexual shame, and fear and shame
of the feminine.
I will illustrate the Celtic alternative.
I talked to a young woman the other day who had a small, beautiful,
silver cross on
a chain around her neck. I commented politely. She said, “You
should see the other one my mother also gave me from Ireland. It
has stones like a rainbow.” Stones. Gems. Like a rainbow.
What a beautiful Christian symbol. Nature as beautiful with God’s
first promise—the rainbow—no more floods—and
God’s last promise—the cross—I will be with you
always, even beyond death. How wonderful to see a young woman celebrating
her Christianity through the Irish Celtic rainbowed cross.
Now let’s be frank. I am shamelessly, somewhat blatantly,
trying to sell you on a version of Christianity we could call “the
counter-cultural, new-naked Celtic Christianity,” because
our society and we in it desperately need an honest conversation
about the body, a conversation that leaves us with a sense of transcendence.
Our material world hungers for some vision of transcendence from
it, from the material world. Now that we have so much, the question
that could drive people to church, or keep us here, is, “Is
there more? Is there something more than all this stuff, this gross
national production?” A contemporary writer (Daniel H. Pink,
A Whole New Mind) observes that “…more people—liberated
by prosperity but not fulfilled by it—are resolving the paradox
by searching for meaning.” Columbia University’s Andrew
Delbanco says boldly, “The most striking feature of contemporary
culture is the unslaked craving for transcendence” (Pink,
p. 35).
And as I try to sell you this—in the old days we called
such salesmanship “evangelism” -- I’m an evangelist
for a Christianity that takes us through the real natural body
to the real transcendent spirit.
To further my salesman image, I’m trying to get my foot
in your door by giving you this free sample: the unveiled human
face. I don’t expect you to buy a whole dancing naked King
David (though I see I have some hands up bidders!).
Why the face? Because all our shame and all our transcendent respect
are there, right there, right here, in the exposed, vulnerable,
vital, vain, human face.
And if we can enter into an honest dialogue with our own faces,
we can begin that counter-cultural conversation about our bodies
and ourselves that our world so deeply desires.
So note that we are already in the world
of Irish Celtic poetry. For while I truly mean “face” here, skin and bone face,
we are already taken to a deeper level, one that transcends skin
and bone. For as John O’Donohue, another Celtic-inspired
poet, poet-philosopher wrote, “Your face is the icon of your
life. In the human face, a life looks out at the world and also
looks in on itself” (Anam Cara, p. 43). Our faces are already
reflections of our lives, on our lives.
A silent human face is already in dialogue
with the life within its person. One of the oldest Greek words
for person is mask—“prosopon”—the
face mask indicating a person is there (p. 43). Your face listens
to your life. Your face speaks to the world of your life, from
your life, for your life. Your face speaks for you. The conversation
has begun
We are speaking here of an astonishing
spiritual form of intelligence and communication. (Let me make
a quick practical defense here
of my Christian sermon on the embodied, revealed human face—its
gospel merit. A recent church growth article plaintively asked
what real, what deep, spiritual dynamic, spiritual hunger are the
churches missing, not addressing, in the people of our world? And
wouldn’t, he was suggesting, our pews fill up if we could
get the church to tune into this as yet to be perceived spiritual
hunger, need, dynamic? Well this is a huge one the church can turn
to: Our material people want a spiritually meaningful world where
there is honest talk about a lot of things, politics is one, our
bodies is another. If healthcare costs tell us anything, it’s
that we value something about our bodies. But spiritual traditions,
Celtic Christianity for one, know the value of the body is not
in the body but as the body has intercourse with the spiritual
world. So I’m not just whistling Dixie here. This is relevant
as well as valuable—practical sidebar over!)
So the intelligence, the spiritual intelligence
of the face: it’s
simple. A computer cannot recognize a face faster than a baby can.
A computer can beat or tie Garry Kasparov at chess. But as Dan
Pink writes, “…the I-Mac computer on which I’m
typing this sentence can perform a million calculations per second,
far more than the fastest left brain hemisphere on the planet.
But even the most powerful computers in the world can’t recognize
a face with anywhere close to the speed and accuracy of my toddler
son” (p. 19). If a picture is worth a thousand words, the
computer can read the words about a face, but another human can
get the picture.
This is a spiritual dynamic. It’s more than what is seen.
It’s the adding up of what is seen into what we call recognition,
re-cognition, knowing again as if for the first time. Spiritual.
Michael Polanyi, the philosopher, wrote of this in his book The
Tacit Dimension. It’s silent knowing.
And of course beyond recognition, beyond
identification scanning, when we human beings “read” each other’s
faces we read far more than a computer can imagine. We read for
feeling.
We read for values expressed. And we read for context, situation,
background, foreground. A whole human situation picture.
If we create a culture in church of honest transformative body
talk, we will be addressing a crucial aspect of the value of life
and the survival of life. Human recognition of our real, not our
virtual, video-game life, is crucial for our survival.
Here’s the story of the security inspector at Boston’s
Logan Airport on the early morning of September 11, 2001. And as
you know, all sorts of electronic screening devices were in place
and many more sophisticated ones now.
But here is what the security inspector said of his letting Mohamed
Ata, the terrorist master mind, onto the plane.
He said, “I noticed the man’s eyes. I had a funny
feeling. Everything was checking out, but something said no, something
was wrong. On the way home after everything had happened, and I
couldn’t begin to tell you how I was feeling, I realized,
I said to myself, he had the deadest eyes. He had the deadest eyes
I had ever seen. I should have known. I did know. I just didn’t
know what it was I knew.
Recognition, naked human recognition, knowing
the spirit that transpires between us face-to-face, knowing the
spirit that transcends
us when we meet face-to-face: this is the beginning of a whole
new kind of world, self, a new kind of Christian congregation—one
where we see and feel seen through our faces. And if our faces
are here, our bodies are not too far behind! And if our bodies
are here, then the transcendent body of Christ, also, can be here
behind, above, below, and all around, all around us.
Amen.
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