Sermon: “Torn Open, By God” (Mark 1:4-11)

(This sermon was preached for Day 1 Radio on January 11, 2015.)

Sometimes, I wish it were harder to join the church.

I mean, honestly, sometimes I think it’s harder to get a membership at Costco than it is to become a Christian.

That’s a bad thing.

It’s bad, specifically, because if the church is easy to join, then any notion of the responsibilities of membership can just fly right out the window.

Sometimes, talking about what it means to be part of the whole Christian enterprise can start to sound like that part in a car commercial where the announcer starts talking legalese at a thousand miles an hour.

Baptismisterrificbutpleaseplanontithingattendingandexperiencingregularfrustrationanddiscomfort. BeadvisedthatChristmasEveandEasterSundaycomeonlyonceayearrespectively. 

Who can blame people for just tuning that part out?

And so, I can’t help but wish that joining up—signing on the dotted line—were understood to be a much bigger commitment.

That has me thinking about baptism.

What if….

What if instead of a little chaste sprinkling of water on the forehead, or even a full immersion on the banks of a local river, or something in between…what if the only way to join the church was by skydiving?

The very idea makes my stomach do backflips.

But think about it.

Free fall, then the rip cord, and then a gentle floating down to the ground.

I mean, what’s not theological about that?

Because what are the reality of sin and redemption, the dangerous thrill of falling, the great vista of salvation, and the recognition that our lives are not really in our own hands, if they aren’t like skydiving?

Stay with me a moment here.

Because imagine what it would mean to go through that experience, with its terrors and rushes and its ultimate relief—and then to show up at church on Sunday, to be greeted by a room full of people who had been through all of that, too?

Think how you would see them all, as you walked in and found your pew: the older couple that sits up front and always shares a hymnal; the super-cheery soprano, and the lady who always takes more than her fair share at a potluck; the guy who circles typos in the bulletin every Sunday; and the guy who only seems as if he comes because his deceased wife liked it, and he may or may not miss Jesus, but he knows he misses her.

Think how you would see them all–the heavy, the creaky, the busy, the young and the old, the happy and the sad; the people you will find in every church on any Sunday—think how you would see them all, if being baptized meant that at some point, however many years before, they had each had that day—that day when they had somehow summoned enough courage to leap out into thin air and into the hands of God….

Think about it, because when Mark’s Gospel describes the Baptism of Jesus, it’s that kind of radical act that he seems to have in mind.

Mark writes that as Jesus “was coming out of the water, he saw the heavens torn apart and a dove descending.”

His word for ‘torn apart’ is schizo, and it means “to cleave, to cleave asunder, to rend.”

It’s a strangely violent word to describe such a happy occasion.

The way we tend to talk about baptism, it would have made more sense if Mark talked about the dove, gently cooing, or perhaps fluttering over the surface of the waters.

But that is not how he talks about it.

Instead, he talks about the heavens, schizo, torn apart.

It’s the word Matthew, Mark and Luke all use to describe that moment on Good Friday when the curtain of the temple is torn in two.

It’s the word John uses when the Roman soldiers at the foot of the cross determine not to tear Jesus’ garment and divide it between them, but to cast lots for it, instead.

It’s a word with resonances in the prophecies of Isaiah, too, particularly when Isaiah says to God, “O that you would tear open the heavens and come down,” (Isaiah 63:19).

Mark understands very clearly that in Jesus, this is exactly what has happened.

And this is why, in his judgment, the baptism of Jesus is so very clearly a radical act.

In Jesus, God has committed the act of breaking and entering the world, and Mark wants the world to know.

And yet…how much of God’s active interest in us are we really prepared to admit?

Because, good heavens: if we took them seriously, our baptisms might just tear our lives apart, too.

I mean, if our final and deepest allegiance is to Jesus, to the life he has called us to lead, and to the manner in which the Gospels show he has called us to lead it, well, then…that is sure to bring not peace, but a sword to plenty of our living.

It will bring not peace, but a sword, to so much of what the world says our days should be about.

It will bring not peace, but a sword, to so many of our relationships, to our allegiances and affiliations, and so much else.

That’s not what many of us are looking for.

But if God has broken through the barrier, and broken into our lives, then what ensues is not something simpler and easier for us, but rather something infinitely more complex and urgent.

Baptism means that God has broken through, and so we, in turn, are called to tear into the challenges and problems of the world with everything we’ve been given.

It’s a summons to be part of that remarkable, redemptive work. To give our lives to something more challenging than any other kind of work—and in the end, surely more beautiful, true, and enduring than any other kind of work.

Jesus came up out of the waters, and perhaps that is what he saw.

A vision of God, and a vision of what it was to be alive that he could give his life to.

Thanks be to God, that’s also what your baptism and mine were pointing to…and it’s what they are still pointing to.

No matter where you are baptized…whether it’s in front of the same font where your grandmother and mother were baptized, or whether it’s by the banks of a river, or whether it’s standing in the sanctuary of a place where even you can hardly believe you’ve found a home…no matter where it is, the water and the promise and prayer take just a few moments.

But truly saying yes to our baptism is the daily work of the rest of our lives.

It is saying yes to the world, and yes to a life torn open by the love of God.

So…I suppose it’s unlikely that we’ll decide anytime soon to replace baptism by water and the spirit with baptism by gravity and parachute.

But the next time you walk into a church, and encounter God’s people there in all our familiar shapes and sizes, remember that what unites us all is something God’s Word tells us is even more electrifying.

In baptism, the heavens themselves were torn apart.

And when we experience that for ourselves, when we know that for ourselves, and feel it on our hearts at last, it is the thrill of a lifetime.

It is when everything finally begins.

Amen.

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