My congregation went high-tech yesterday for World Communion Sunday as we viewed a video of street musicians from all over the world performing the song “Stand By Me.” Visit www.playingforchange.com to learn more about the folks who produced this video and watch it again here. .
Special thanks to my friend Elizabeth Michael for writing me a beautiful email from South Africa this week that became a major illustration in my sermon. It’s good to have preacher friends from whom you can “borrow.” What follows is the sermon from World Communion Sunday.
“Serving and Being Served”
Rev. Dr. Teri McDowell Ott
October 3rd, 2010 – World Communion Sunday
You have always been so kind to oblige my creative and sometimes crazy ideas here in worship. A few World Communion Sundays ago, I decided to change things up a bit and have you serve each other in the pews by passing baskets full of broken bread and little pottery cups of juice in which you would dip your bread. I thought the idea was a liturgical masterpiece. One of you described it as a disaster waiting to happen. Which, I will admit, it was. When I first thought of the idea, I didn’t realize how hard it would be to hold, and pass, and dip and serve, without spilling bread and juice all over the sanctuary carpet. But you were patient and willing and careful and so it worked. It remains my most favorite World Communion Sunday memory because it beautifully symbolized what Holy Communion and community are all about….serving and being served.
In our scripture passage for today we are reminded of the ideal to which all Christian communities strive. Acts 2 describes a community of faith in which all things were held in common. They shared everything. No one would go without because whenever someone was in need someone was quickly there with a loaf of bread, or a cup of juice, or a little extra cash, or an offer to care for the children so some much-needed work could get done. It was a community that sought the goodwill of all people by serving and being served. It was Holy Communion that saved people each and every day.
Today, our understanding of Christian community has grown. No longer are we a small group of apostles with a handful of followers gathering in a single home. Now we are a global community that stretches from one end of the earth to the other. In Christ there is no east or west, in him no south or north. In today’s global community, these words ring true and remind us of the power of God’s love to find us and know us no matter where in the world we might go.
Many of you know and remember my pastor friend, Elizabeth Michael, who has been here a couple of times to preach. Recently Elizabeth was offered a wonderful honor to be the guest preacher for the General Assembly of the Uniting Presbyterian Church of Southern Africa. A few years ago, before Elizabeth graduated from seminary, she spent a summer internship serving a Presbyterian Church in Johannesburg, South Africa and apparently Elizabeth made a good impression, because when the pastor of that church was elected the new moderator of their South African denomination, he invited Elizabeth to be their preacher for their week-long assembly.
Over the past year or so Elizabeth and I have been talking about this series of sermons she would preach. As you might imagine, the whole thing made her incredibly anxious as she struggled to discern what to preach, how to preach, and how she might speak a relevant and inspiring word to brothers and sisters in the faith, yes, but brothers and sisters who live in a completely different culture, with different issues and different desires.
Well, Elizabeth just returned from this fantastic trip and while she was there she managed to send me an email describing her experience. I want to share with you a little of what she wrote. Elizabeth writes, “I am here as a guest of my friend George Marchinkowski, who on Saturday was installed as the moderator of the General Assembly. I feel like a White House intern who has stumbled into the Oval Office and been invited to stay for a week! The moderator is a highly esteemed position here, complete with fancy robes, a huge ring, and plenty of pomp and circumstance—there are actually a few people who bow or curtsy each time he enters the assembly hall! Like the president at the State of the Union, the moderator is announced before entering the hall for each session, and people stand and wait for him and his party to process in. You would all laugh (I laugh myself!) to see me processing in with the five most prestigious people of this denomination. (Don’t worry…so far no one is bowing or curtsying when I enter a room!)
“Today was the third day of the assembly,” Elizabeth continues, “but only the first of the five mornings that I will preach. I think the sermon went ok today…but I still have great anxiety about the task. One of the greatest gifts of my time here [though] has been getting to know one particular minister and former moderator of the assembly. His name is Rod Botsis, and he is a wise and kind pastor from Cape Town. He is serving as the moderator’s chaplain for the next two years, which means he is there to assist George in whatever he needs. Thankfully, one of his responsibilities is also to care for me! He has assisted me in planning the worship services (prays the most beautiful prayers I have ever heard) and has waited on me hand and foot, bringing me tea in the mornings and leaving small presents at my dinner place along with notes of great encouragement. I am so humbled to watch a person of such power and influence [in this country] behave as such a humble servant. Rod is just one of many examples of the way I have been met with overwhelming hospitality and graciousness. This whole experience has reminded me of the verse from Ephesians, where the author prays that the recipients might ‘have the power to comprehend, with all the saints, just how high and wide and deep and long’ the love of God is.”
In Christ there is no east or west, in him no south or north. Our understanding of Christian community has grown. We are a global community, extending God’s love from one end of the earth to the other. We are a global community that gathers Sunday in and Sunday out in order to serve and be served.
I mentioned earlier that the World Communion Sunday when I asked you to pass and hold and dip in such treacherous fashion was one of my most favorite communion memories. I won’t do it to you again, I promise, but it did work because it forced all of us to slow down, to take care in passing the elements, and to help each other out. We lived out our calling to serve and be served in that one single meal together.
I distinctly remember sitting and watching you all passing the bread and the little, slippery cups of juice, and (I’m going to pick on BP here) for some reason poor Brandon got both the basket of bread and the cup of juice at the same time. With both hands full it wasn’t possible for Brandon to dip and eat. So what does Brandon do? He looks up, and just loud enough for the people around him to hear, he says, “Help!”
And within an instant helping hands arrived, hands of grace, hands of love, hands of humble servants ready to help Brandon eat and drink. The communion service continued (without a hitch) and we were all reminded of our Christian calling to serve and be served in a place and a community where the risen Christ is close enough to taste.
World Communion Sunday is a wonderful occasion reminding all of us how far God’s love stretches. World Communion Sunday is also a wonderful reminder of our Christian call to service and our Christian call to community where we will be served by a living Christ embodied in hands that offer us love and hope in the form of bread and juice.
Now to the God who unites all of us in this fellowship of love, be all honor and glory, thanksgiving and power, now and forevermore. Amen.