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“The Other Side of the Boat” based on Psalm…

A colleague recently shared that
the brokenness of the world had overwhelmed him, and he’d spent a
morning just crying about all of it. Rather to my shock, I found I
was … jealous.
But earlier this week I sat down
to just be, which means to be with God and be aware of being with
God, and I found that tears slowly and consistently flowed down my
cheeks.
It wasn’t just one thing. It
was the cumulative weight of all the things. Those in our community
who have died in recent years, those who are struggling and/or dying,
those who are grieving their loved ones, the ways the kids have grown
up without being around us all, the war in Ukraine, the deadly
impacts of poverty in the US and around the world, the trauma people
experience on a day to day basis, the dehumanization of refugees- and
people who are homeless, and people with special needs, and climate
change, and… well, the pandemic too.
(That wasn’t an exhaustive list,
but it is already an exhausting list, so I’ll stop there.)
The tears just flowed. At how
disheartened I am at injustice, and how small I feel in the face of
tragedy, and how afraid I am that I’m not making a difference on any
of it. As the tears flowed, I found more and more under them,
personal grief I hadn’t given myself time to notice and fears I
usually don’t allow near enough to the light to be named.
And then, after a while, the
tears slowed. Nothing had changed, but I wasn’t holding it all so
tightly anymore, and I’d felt the feelings that had been contained,
and they weren’t so overwhelming anymore.
Sometimes I’m concerned that
when I talk about prayer and spiritual practice, people hear
something very different from what I do. What I’ve just described is
within the normal realm of what happens when I slow down to listen –
to myself and to God and to God in me and to silence itself. There
is a pretty significant connection for me between bodily sensations,
emotions, human needs, and God’s wisdom. My prayer life seems to me
to be a lot less pious than the religious greats of history, mine is
more “apophatic” than wordy. It is more listening than speaking.
It is more chaotic and irregular than most prayer forms I read
about.
This seems important to share,
because I fear that: a lot of faithful people haven’t found prayer
practice that work for them, that people are afraid their prayer
practices “don’t count or aren’t good enough,” and that people
still think emotions are BAD things that keep us from God instead of
being access points to the Holy itself.
Quite often, when I am busy
beating myself up for not being “more,” for not being infinitely
kind or patient or activist or world-changing, I get stopped in my
tracks by something I associate with the Divine. It is a reminder
that it isn’t all on my shoulders, and God is able to make a lot out
of a little, and I’m only asked to do my part and not everything. I
still worry, if I’m honest, but it helps a lot.
In the end of our Gospel reading
today, Peter receives absolution. The Gospels make quite a point of
Peter denying Jesus 3 times, and John makes space for Peter to affirm
his love for Jesus three times as well. Each of the affirmations
comes with a command: feed my lambs, tend my sheep, feed my sheep.
Before meeting Jesus, Peter was
a fisherman. After Jesus died, Peter decided to go fishing, right?
Except it didn’t WORK. They fished all night and caught nothing
until Jesus showed up (more on that later) and then Jesus reminded
him he wasn’t a fisherman anymore, he’d been changed by the time with
Jesus. Now he was to care for the people of God.
And as we understand it, those
commandments are passed down to us, we are all to care for the people
of God – and we all ARE a part of the people of God, and compassion
and care and mutuality are the work we are called to. Which can
sound easy until you actually try it, and it turns out to be plenty
to challenge us for our lifetimes, especially when we live in a
society that isn’t built on compassion or care for all.
Maybe, at the core, that was
what I was crying about. I am sad about my personal losses and
griefs, and the ones I know you all are holding, but I’m deeply sad
that so much of the suffering in the world is UNNECESSARY and yet
collectively we keep deciding to allow people to suffer and struggle
rather than just reallocate resources justly.
And, boy oh boy, the work of
trying to move toward justice and compassion feels like being up
against Goliath, right?
This year, the core of this
Gospel passage for me is the ridiculous suggestion by Jesus to cast
the nets on the other side of the boat. Because, really, they fished
ALL NIGHT and caught NOTHING, what is going to happen when they move
their nets a few feet and throw them on the other side? Based on
logic it will be more nothing.
John presents it as a miracle.
When you listen to Jesus, where there was nothing there is now
abundance. Which is a wonderful take. But this feels like a bigger
truth than a one time miracle for me. Quite often tiny little
changes can make all the difference, and we can’t always anticipate
which ones will do it.
Throw the nets on the other side
of the boat can be, “read a physical book instead of your kindle
before bed,” or “re-write an agenda with more quiet time,” or
“stretch before meals,” or “take that stroll, but take it
during sunset,” or a lot of other tiny little sources of life.
Throw the nets on the other side
of the boat seems to me about being open to the “third ways” of
life, the answers that are not choosing between two opposing options
but rather finding a way to get the best parts of two answers in a
third. Instead of doing the same thing over and over OR quitting, it
is a little change that makes it possible to keep going.
Throw the nets on the other side
of the boat seems like a reminder to take advice when you are
struggling, even if the advice doesn’t make sense.
And, most of all, “throw the
net on the other side of the boat” seems like a reminder to listen
to God. I’ve been reading Susan Beaumot’s book “How to Lead When
You Don’t Know Where You are Going.” It is an outstanding book,
written before the pandemic that doesn’t have any trouble speaking
right now. She talks a lot about discernment, particularly group
discernment, and how it differs from just making decisions.
The book has reminded me of how
often we as a church just make the best decisions we can -and often
we are completely stymied by decisions – because we aren’t actually
doing discernment. We are listening to our own hopes, and fears, and
preferences, but we aren’t often listening for God’s dreams in us.
Or, maybe some of us are, but we
aren’t overt about doing it together. Likely, around here, that has
something to do with humility and not wanting to claim the authority
of speaking definitively about God’s will, right? But Rev.
Beaumont’s writing about discernment reminded me that there are
concrete processes for discernment that really do make it possible to
“discern” and not just “decide” even when we’re being humble.
She breaks it into 8 parts,
which I’m sharing just so you can see the difference. She says
discernment includes: intentionally framing the question being asked,
naming guiding principals that are relevant to the issue at hand and
create the boundaries for the possible answers, shedding biases and
ego investments, listening to those impacted by the decision ( and
summarizing and interpreting what is said), exploring a wide variety
of answers and evaluating which ones meet the guiding principals
until only 2-3 remain, weighing the value of the final options and
where energy draws people, choosing, and testing the answer with
stillness and prayer before sharing it broadly.
So, that’s a lot of work, right?
But some decisions are worth doing things with great intentionality,
so you can figure out which side of the boat to casts the nets on 😉
One of the great questions of
life is: What is mine to do? It applies personally and collectively:
what is MINE (Sara’s) to do and what is OURS (this church’s) to do?
Prayer, and group discernment, quietness, openness to advice, and a
willingness to sit with emotions help us find the answers. May God
help us have the patience with ourselves and each other to hear
answers. Amen
Rev. Sara E. Baron
First United Methodist Church of Schenectady
603 State St. Schenectady, NY 12305
Pronouns: she/her/hers
http://fumcschenectady.org/
https://www.facebook.com/FUMCSchenectady
May 1, 2022








