Stephen Baldwin
OT: Deut 26.1-11
OT: Psalm 100
Saying Grace
One of my
favorite scenes in one of my favorite movies is when the Griswold family in Christmas
Vacation asks Aunt Bethany to say grace.
She’s hard of hearing and a few marshmallows short of a casserole, so
they have to tell her several times what they want.
Her
crotchety husband leans over and says, “Grace, they want you to say grace.”
She
replies, “Grace? She died thirty years ago.”
“The
blessing!” And she finally agrees.
The details
may differ, but most of us start our family meals, especially at the holidays,
the same way. Why? Because saying grace is the heart of
faith. It’s more than a tradition. It’s more than a custom. It’s more than something you have to endure
because Aunt Bethany says so before you dig into that magnificent turkey. Saying grace is the heart of faith.
In the
Bible, when something important happens, it’s usually at a meal. When the prodigal son returns. When Ruth and Boaz make a pact. When Jesus is
arrested. When Jesus is
resurrected. I could go on and on. Important things happen at meals all
throughout the Bible! God is a
Presbyterian after all!
Saying
grace is the heart of faith. And Psalm
100 shows us the way: “1Make
a joyful noise to the Lord, all the earth. 2Worship
the Lord with gladness; come into his presence with singing. 3Know
that the Lord is God. It is he that made us, and we are his; we are
his people, and the sheep of his pasture. 4Enter his gates with
thanksgiving, and his courts with praise. Give thanks to him, bless his name. 5For
the Lord is good; his steadfast love endures forever, and his
faithfulness to all generations.”
Historians
tell us the pilgrims recited those joyous, grateful verses at the first
Thanksgiving meal. They probably even
sang them. Before you get too nostalgic
and want to go back to those good ole days, remember that the meal was nothing
like we remember it.
No linens or silver or even a
table. Half the pilgrim colony had
died. They were constantly in conflict
with the Native Americans on whose land they were encroaching. They weren’t expected to live through
winter. So the governor decided they
needed a morale boost. He said they
needed a feast. They brought what they
could scrape together, vegetables and beans and so forth. They had no meat, so they invited the Natives
to attend their meal…and bring a few deer if you can, thank you very much…and
they did. So they all stood together
around fires and shared a potluck.
Historians tell us this was probably the turning point for the pilgrims,
for they wouldn’t have survived without the aid of the Natives, and it took the
pilgrims hitting rock bottom to put aside their pride and prejudices to ask for
help.
Good thing we’re not like those
pilgrims, huh? We ask for help all the
time! We share our gratitude
freely! There, I’ve just lied three
times in church on Sunday morning. The
truth is…gratitude is counter-cultural.
Our culture teaches us, “This Bud’s for you!...Have it your way! …Just
do it.” Gratitude is counter-cultural in
a culture that makes us think we are the center of the universe. Which is why saying grace is the heart of
faith.
As the great preacher John Buchanan
once said, “To praise God for,,,life, to thank God that all is grace—corporately
in worship or in private prayer or at table with loved ones—is to be called out
of yourself for a moment or two, to be called away from the relentless focus on
me, mine, my needs, my feelings, and to focus on something greater. It is a countercultural,
subversive act in a market economy and culture that tells us over and over that
our needs are what really matter, that meeting our needs, whatever they are,
will make us happy, that “this Bud’s for you.”
Wendell Berry is a Christian author
who has spent his life doing just that.
For the past 35+ years, he takes an early morning walk in the woods,
looks, listens, and pays attention to God’s creation. Then he comes home and writes a poem of
gratitude to God. In one called A Timbered Choir he writes,
I go among the
trees and sit still
All my stirrings become quiet
My tasks lie in their places
where I left them, asleep like cattle . . .
All my stirrings become quiet
My tasks lie in their places
where I left them, asleep like cattle . . .
After days of labor,
mute in my consternation
I hear my song at last
and I sing it.
mute in my consternation
I hear my song at last
and I sing it.
Gratitude is our song. Saying grace is the heart of faith, whether
you do it at the dinner table, on your lunch break, or during a walk through
the woods. That’s because gratitude is
more than a feeling. More than an
attitude. Gratitude is about
remembering, about being part of a larger story, and telling that story
everywhere we go.
I’ve been thinking this week about
our story as a church over the past year.
I’ve thought about special worship services and folks who have gone
through hard times and renovation projects and the workcamp program (which
hosted a record 17 groups this year).
But what defines this past year in our church, is our bulletin
board. It is filled with “thank you”
notes, mostly from folks in the community that we do not know, sent to us
because we provided flood relief, which we were able to do because folks from
across the state and nation sent us help, which they did because…who knows
why.
I imagine us and all the families
represented on this bulletin board, like the people of Deuteronomy 26, sitting
down together with our first fruits, entrusting them to God, sharing with one
another, and giving thanks that we are a part of the same story for another
year. It has been a hard year. And it has been a beautiful year.
As you sit down at a table with
your friends or family this week, remember that saying grace is “the
blessing!” And it is the heart of
faith. Gratitude is a story in which we
all have an important part to play.
Amen.
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