I thought I would write something about this week’s epistle, until I read it again. It begins thusly:
“Now who will harm you if you are eager to do what is good?” (1 Peter 3:13)
That alone is enough to give a person pause.
The author goes on in a number of different directions, making the point that suffering for what’s right is basically okay, which is his way of saying we’re blessed in our brokenness, which is certainly what I am hoping to get at in my sermon this week.
I don’t know about you, but I really don’t enjoy suffering. And I have to admit that although I sometimes accuse various people of believing God is more like Santa Claus, I am guilty of hewing to a theology of everything coming ’round right, sort of a Happily Ever After meets Simple Gifts meets “when I was a little girl my mom read The Story of the Trapp Family Singers aloud to me, and I’ll never forget that part about how when God closes a door he opens a window.” I snort at happy-clappy music, but how far away am I from the people who visualize a parking place when they go downtown?
I have my own mythology, with its own potential traps.
I don’t want to say more about the epistle (except maybe to say that I giggle when I read the part about baptism not being to remove dirt from the body), but I do wonder, what childhood impressions or snatches of songs or bits of something you once heard form your default thinking about how the world works? I hope you’ll share in the comments.