Sermon for Trinity 8.
Genesis 18: 9 - 10a. They said to him, ‘Where is your
wife Sarah?’ And he said, ‘There, in the tent.’ 1Then one said, ‘I will surely return to you in due
season, and your wife Sarah shall have a son.’
There was news
recently that women over forty are having more babies than the under twenties.
Today’s story from
Genesis introduces us to Abraham’s wife, Sarah, who was promised a baby at the
ripe old age of 90.
In a year when we
have celebrated another remarkable 90 year old woman, our own Queen Elizabeth
II, it is time to trace God’s purposes through the 90 year old wife of that
great patriarch Abraham.
Why do we do this?
Why do we trace
the story of Sarah today?
We do it for the
same reason that people trace their family history.
Your family
history matters because it gives you roots.
Our faith in Jesus
Christ is rooted in the Old Testament and the way God brought about his
purposes through individuals who were flawed – just like he does through us.
So we go back in
time today, back past Elijah and Elisha to the time of the patriarchs, Abraham,
Isaac, Jacob and Joseph, whose family story you can read in Genesis.
The names of
Abraham, Isaac and Jacob tend to run off the tongue because they are the
patriarchs.
But what of the
matriarchs?
Sarah was the
first of those, and her story today appears to be a classic example of how God
cares about the individuals that are left
out.
The sense of
feeling left out of the story is something our new Prime Minister sought to
address in her first speech on the steps of 10 Downing Street this week.
There is some
evidence that many who voted to leave the EU felt left out of the story of the
UK, the story of others’ prosperity and others’ opportunities, not universally
shared
Those who feel so
left out of the story that resentment and hatred are burning quietly away, have
a habit of suddenly gaining the headlines, which can be a very sinister thing,
as our TV screens show us.
So listening to
those who are left out of the story may be the most important thing we can do.
In fact, as if to
underline how left out Sarah actually is today, the Lectionary compilers, in
their infinite wisdom, have actually themselves left Sarah out of her own
story (the reading ends at verse 10a)*
Let’s have a look
at that story.
Abraham is settled
in the land God had promised him. However, 25 years have past since the promise of a
son, and now he and Sarah are, to be blunt, past it.
Or as the bible
delicately puts it, physically they are as beyond the kind of pleasurable
activity that leads to the conceiving of a child, as Sarah is beyond the bearing
of such a child.
In this hot Middle
Eastern landscape, the shade of a tree in the middle of the day was absolutely
vital.
Here we find
Abraham in the heat of the day.
He sits at the
entrance of his tent, master of all he surveys.
But where is
Sarah?
We don’t know; we
presume she’s in the tent kitchen.
Visitors arrive.
Abraham looks up
and sees three men, who have clearly travelled far and must be sorely in need
of refreshment.
Middle Eastern
hospitality dictates that their feet must be washed, they must rest and they
must eat.
We might recall
Jesus washing his disciples’ feet at the Last Supper.
And here perhaps
we have a little comedy going on: Abraham bowing ceremoniously to the ground as
the three visitors approach.
Here are three
extremely important men - commentators normally cite this visitation as a
‘Theophany’, an appearance of God in the Old Testament in the form of a man;
the other two visitors presumably angelic messengers, also in appearance as
men.
So this is no
ordinary visitation.
Abraham bows down
to the ground and asks that he might have the great honour of providing them
with refreshment.
And of course,
this is where Sarah comes in.
The scene I
imagine is Abraham solemnly bowing to the men and being terribly polite and
deferential and calm and dignified, then rushing into the tent and shouting for
his wife to grab the ingredients for the baking.
He then runs to
the field, slaughters a cow; the servant hastens to prepare it then reappears
with the meal, suddenly all calm and decorous.
I looked this up
and it probably takes 7 hours to roast a calf, so we might imagine that while
Abraham and Sarah prepare the food the divine visitors sit calmly in the shade
of the great oak trees, the sun slowly descending into the cool of the evening.
Abraham and Sarah
have waited a long time for this intervention.
It always seems a
long time when God plants an idea, a hope inside us, because then we have the
do the work of waiting.
And waiting can be
very hard.
Maybe you’re still
praying for someone, for a situation, after 25 years?
After 50 perhaps…
Don’t give up.
God will bring his
purposes about.
After the long,
slow meal, the question.
‘Where is Sarah?’
(Not sharing the
meal, that’s for sure).
‘She’s there, in
the tent’, answers Abraham
There, so often in
the background, but now called forth by God.
This is her
moment.
‘I will surely
return to you in due season and your wife Sarah shall have a son’, pronounces
the divine visitor.
*And that’s exactly
where the Lectionary ends the story -
without Sarah’s
own, very human, personal, very understandable reaction.
Because if we read
on, beyond the set reading, we get her reaction: she laughs!
If we read on, we
discover her in fact listening at the keyhole, metaphorically.
It’s classic
picture of women in the Old Testament – listening at keyholes, off at the side,
while the men get the main parts.
But God is no
respecter of gender.
Thankfully the
accounts of family life in Genesis are very human and touching, and honest, especially
about the things that go wrong in families.
There is no
attempt on the part of the writer at covering up her reaction – because our
reactions reveal our hearts and God is interested in hearts.
If you’re
interested enough to read on you will find Sarah’s reaction to God’s angelic
promise of a son.
She laughs.
Her laughter is
not the laughter of joyful acceptance.
It is not Mary’s may it be to me according to your word.
It is the laughter
of someone who’s heard it all before.
It’s the laughter
of a woman who’s seen it all before, but who’s not felt personally included in
the story.
God’s promise was
delivered to her second hand, via her husband.
But now it’s her
turn to face the music.
After all, Abraham
can’t have the son (God may do the impossible, but he generally respects
biology).
It has to be Sarah
who finds herself pregnant, not her husband.
It’s when things
get personal with God that we finally feel included in the big story.
Because if God
isn’t experienced as personal, he isn’t God.
So Sarah laughs.
She doesn’t
believe.
In fact the text
says ‘she laughed to herself’.
So perhaps it
wasn’t even an audible laugh.
But God knew her
on the inside.
The speaking
visitor asks Abraham ‘why did Sarah laugh?’
This supernatural
knowledge is verging on the spooky for Sarah.
The visitor wants
to know, doesn’t she realise nothing is impossible for God?
But Sarah is now
afraid.
She denies her
reaction.
‘I didn’t laugh’,
she says.
‘Oh yes, you did’,
answers the angel.
‘Oh no I didn’t’.
‘Oh yes, you did’.
Oh no I didn’t.
It’s comedy again.
There’s no
judgment though – just the observation that, in fact, she did laugh.
And then, a year
later, Isaac is born.
And Isaac means
laughter.
God takes her
reaction and weaves it into the story of the patriarchs, the story of Abraham
and Isaac and Jacob and Joseph and Judah, from whom would come the Lion of Judah, the
saviour of the world.
By then, I
imagine, Sarah’s laughter was joyful, unbounded, hilarious and full of
gratitude.
From being outside
the story, she was now in the centre fold.
God’s big story is
so wonderful, so crazy, so expansive.
May we who are
nurtured by the roots of our faith in the Old Testament stories of God’s
people, continually find ourselves in the centre of God’s story, and especially
if till now we have felt somewhat outside of it.
Gracious God,
Sarah laughed long ago.
You made her laugh.
You showed her
that there is no distance between her and
you.
Please, God,
make us laugh, too.
Come close to us,
and let us see your miracles
in our lives.
Amen.
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