
“A quiet heart & whatever the moment brings”
The 2d Sunday After Pentecost, May 25, 2008
"A quiet heart.
As ready for death
as a man is ready for sleep
after a good day’s work.
That’s what I want."
as a man is ready for sleep
after a good day’s work.
That’s what I want."
[Audio version link is to the right. This week it begins with the gospel reading.]
May I speak only the truth, and may only the truth be heard by you. In the name of God our Creator, our Redeemer, and our Sanctifier. Amen.
THE PSALM: MY VERSION
I really really like that short, four-verse psalm that we chanted this morning.
So short.
Yet so beautiful.
Here’s the part I like best, my interpretation, you understand:
I want to cultivate a quiet heart.
Like the heart of a baby content in its mother's arms.
Better yet, I want to cultivate a quiet heart.
Like the heart of baby content in her grandfather’s arms.
(Please note that I just returned , last night, very late, after spending a couple of days
with almost six-month-old Amelia Jane.)
WHAT, ME WORRY?
I want you to know that I’m loving my life right now.
Happy about my life right now, in the present.
And I also want to share with you that I’m really not worrying very much at all about the future, although some would say I should.
Looking ahead at my future, my old age, looking ahead at a potential retirement, well, it scares me, actually.
The idea of being tired, re-tired.
I don’t have any definite plans.
Don’t know how I’ll survive, really.
I don’t want to think about it.
There’s a little bit of money that my dad left me.
It’s invested somehow.
My financial adviser tries to talk with me about it.
My eyes glaze over.
My hands cover my ears.
I’m hoping not to need that money, hoping to keep working until I drop.
I’ve told my children that when I can no longer support myself
in the manner to which I’ve become accustomed, I’ll move into my RV, and park it in some cheap trailer park where it’s warm.
That’s the whole, entire extent
of my long-range financial plan.
Scale down.
Maybe get a job bagging groceries at big grocery store
or flipping burgers.
I don’t know.
I also told my children not to expect much of an inheritance., if any.
You see, I don’t feel particularly responsible for planning for their financial futures either.
My fantasy is that I will have thoughtfully
used up all that I have by he time I breathe my last breath.
My fantasy is that I’ll spend my last ten dollars on a double-martini in a fancy bar, finish the drink, and then keel over, with all the money well spent.
I anticipate your disapproval.
Seems irresponsible to a lot of people, I expect, and I guess it is.
But I’m totally unable to worry much at all about money.
Can’t help myself.
This attitude is hard-wired into me, I think.
Jennifer and José got me to take the Meyers-Briggs Type Indicator yesterday.
It’s a questionnaire designed to identify certain psychological differences, using the theories of Carl Jung.
I’m labeled ENFJ, which means, among other things, that I’m apt to neglect myself
and my own needs
for the needs of others, not worrying about accumulating a stash of cash for the future.
What I prefer to worry about, seriously, is what I will do to avoid retirement for the rest of my life, and stay as physically and mentally well as possible, for as long as possible.
I worry about what I will do, how I will work, for the rest of my life.
WHAT DID JESUS SAY?
Jesus said we should care for the poor.
He advised that we turn the other cheek.
He said the chief thing is love.
And in this morning’s reading, he said something more.
He said we should not worry about clothing
or food or drink.
He said you can’t worship two gods at once;
you can’t worship both God and Money.
If you decide for God, he said, you don’t have to worry about the other stuff.
There’s far more to life.
Check out the birds, he said.
They live day-by-day, they live in the moment.
The ten best-dressed men and women in the U.S.
look shabby alongside wildflowers in the field.
Jesus said that what he was trying to do
was get his followers to relax, get them to not be so preoccupied with getting, so they could focus on what’s really important:
God.
Fill your life with the reality of God, he said.
Don’t get all worked up about what may
or may not happen tomorrow.
God will be with you to help deal
with whatever comes along.
Cultivate a quiet heart.
Give your entire attention to what God is doing in the moment.
WHAT JESUS MEANT ABOUT WEALTH
When Jesus was talking about money, sometimes he was speaking to peasants, who probably didn’t have enough to eat.
But at other times, he was speaking to collaborators with the Roman Empire, people who were able to accumulate piles of wealth for themselves.
What’s interesting is that the message fit both groups, the very rich, and the very poor.
Don’t worry about money, Jesus said.
WHAT JESUS MEANT FOR US TO “DO”
Jesus actually did not suggest that we stop eating, stop dressing ourselves and our children.
What he did suggest was that we stop worrying about those things.
Jesus pointed to a different way of living, paying attention to natural wonders, the beauty of what’s around us.
Think about the universe.
Think about how life is choreographed, rain and sun and dirt coming together to make a flower, earth and water and breath coming together to make a baby.
MAYBE I’M JUST LUCKY
My inability to plan for a secure and comfy retirement is clearly a shortcoming, at least in terms of my responsibility
to those who may have to care for me some day, and in terms of the values of our culture.
But I wonder if maybe it isn’t actually a blessing of sorts, a blessing in disguise.
For me, this inherent not worrying about Money
just comes naturally.
And there’s a certain freedom that comes with that.
What I prefer to worry about, seriously, is what I will do with the rest of my life.
WHAT I HOPE FOR
What I want is to cultivate a quiet heart, like the heart of a baby content in her grandfather’s arms.
What I want is to give myself up
to whatever the moment brings.
What I want is for my living of life
to flow from the core of my being.
I know I’m going to die.
And I hope it will be with nothing left to hold onto.
No resistance when the time comes.
A quiet heart.
As ready for death
as a man is ready for sleep
after a good day’s work.
That’s what I want.
PRAYER
Let us pray.
Eternal God, the Great Mystery that is outside everything and yet at the same time inside, keep alive in each one of us the search for a faith that is real, a faith that helps us to live happier lives, a faith that gives us a fuller meaning to life and the events of life. Bring us to know the goodness that flows from the heart of the universe and may we be expanded in heart and soul by that goodness.
This is our prayer. Amen.
Jerry Brooks
Saturday, May 24, 2008



