Acts 5: 1-11

Romans 12:1

Sacred Gifts

October 29, 2006

Rev. Elizabeth Macaulay

 

Here is what I want to say about the account of Ananias and Sapphira I just shared with you.

 

It seems one of the most potent lessons a preacher could share on Stewardship Sunday:  give it over or God will strike you dead.

 

You think God doesn’t know what you have and how much you share?  Think again.

 

But that’s not the message you will hear from me.  Surprise.

 

The message I want to lift from the story of Ananias and Sapphira is this:

 

They were in the midst of a Jesus inspired movement that taught that there is enough for all.

They were in the midst of a movement in which all needs of all in the community were tended.

They were in the midst of a movement where sharing was bedrock.

 

And they couldn’t let that grace in.  They couldn’t believe and trust it.

 

So they held back.

 

And, they were struck dead.

 

What I want us to think about on this day is NOT the lightning-bolt power of God this cartoon-like story shares with us.

 

I want us to think about how the community of Ananias and Sapphira was made poorer because they decided to hold back.

 

And I’m not talking only about the money gained through the sale of their abundance.

 

I’m talking about how the community was made poorer because they lost the juice and power and witness of two of their own.

 

Two of their own who clutched in fear rather than shared through gratitude and a faith that the movement of Jesus Christ and the power of the Holy Spirit made alive in their community

was bigger than their fear.

 

This past year, the Ad Board of our church read a book called “Becoming a Blessed Church”.

 

The main point of the book was this:

 

So many churches in our culture are being struck dead - spiritually and literally - because they have turned into Ananias and Sapphira.  As a people of faith called church, churches have focused more on holding back than on opening ourselves to the work of the Spirit.

 

We have become like small businesses, settled into our own little plot of land, monitoring with pinched pain every big and little expenditure we have and we have forgotten in our fear driven clutching and wrangling why oh why are we here, anyway?

 

We are here - on Lyndale Ave in South Minneapolis - to live the gospel and Spirit of Jesus.

 

We are here - as we have been for 152 years - seeking to live our call to share what we have with JOY in order that others can come to know the softening of heart that comes with gratitude living.

 

We are here - as we evolve into the church NOT of 1966 but of 2006 - to bear witness to the movement of Jesus, a movement that asks us to take our very lives and offer them to God as sacred gift.

 

We are here.  I hope YOU are here.  Because we believe this church helps us, as our mission statement states, to:

Worship God

Cherish creation

Cultivate wisdom

Live gratefully and

Seek justice in the way of Jesus in this so often divided and fear clenched world.

 

Here’s the thing we could take from the lesson this morning.

 

Let’s take what we have.  Each one of us.  Let’s offer it before God upon the altar of our lives.  And let’s know it to be sacred gift.

 

And I am talking about money here, as well as the gift of our talents.  Money to be used in the community of faith called Richfield United Methodist Church.  Shared with joy, distributed with joy, known to be promise of the power of the Holy Spirit.

 

Why?

 

I went to a funeral two weeks ago.  It was held at Bloomington Covenant Church.  The funeral was for a man I met late last summer in our own sanctuary.

 

I was at the back of the sanctuary shaking hands as I do each Sunday and this man of 86 years approached me and his face was lit with wonder and joy and he shook my hand and was THRILLED with the witness he had experienced in church that day.

 

He loved the music.  He loved the sermon.  He loved the worship.  He loved the welcome he got.

 

He had ended up at our church by mistake.  He had gotten on our church bus at his apartment building, and been delivered to RUMC on a Sunday when Spirit Express was singing.

 

He was thrilled, and he could not wait to come back.  He was also very excited about the new worship service we were going to be starting.  He told me that the music offered there was just what spoke to his spirit.  He told me how powerfully he felt the Holy Spirit moving through this church.  Every Sunday he was here he testified to the Spirit’s movement.

 

And so he has been at the Living Waters worship service - don’t tell me it is only for “those” young people - every chance he got.

 

His health got bad and he was hospitalized.

 

On one of the occasions when he was in intensive care I went to visit him and as I approached his room another woman went in - she looked like a social worker so I stayed outside the door so as not to interrupt.

 

I couldn’t help but overhear the conversation he had with her.  Before much time passed he began to talk enthusiastically about his church and the wonderful new worship service he was enjoying, I poked my head in the room and introduced myself.  It seemed better than eavesdropping while he talked about “my” church.

 

It turns out the woman there was the parish nurse from his daughter’s church.  I had no idea that Alan was affiliated with another church.  It could have been awkward, but it wasn’t.  We both stayed and talked with him and then shared a prayer together.

 

Alan made it to worship one more time, and then died, all too soon.

 

His funeral was held at his daughter’s church, and I want to share with you what I learned about our brother Alan Bogert.

 

Alan hadn’t been in church much in the years before he entered our sanctuary.  He had been estranged from his family.  Weeks before he came to church here, he had moved into town to come to know his daughter and her family.  I also learned that he had been a jazz musician, playing piano and delighting in good music.

 

What the preacher that day told us was this.  When he went to visit Alan shortly before he died, he asked Alan: how was his walk with God?

 

Alan told him that he had discovered a profound love for the Lord.  Alan told him that he had felt the Spirit so powerfully here, at Richfield United Methodist Church.  And so, he told the good pastor, he was feeling right with God and grateful for the love of Jesus Christ.  He was ready for whatever life would bring, because he had found the Lord.

 

In this sanctuary. In our fellowship hall.  In this church.  Through you.

 

Alan joins the saints who have gone before and who are coming yet who have found Jesus here.  Who have felt the Holy here.

 

Who have taught and blessed and fed and laughed and celebrated here.

 

Through this Body of Christ.

 

Brothers and Sisters, we get to share what we have.  We get to let go and let God work through us.  To offer our lives - and all that we have - as sacred gifts.

 

Because we don’t know when it is Alan is going to walk through our door.

 

Amen