Sunday, 10 January 2016

First Sunday after Epiphany (CW)


‘His winnowing fork is in his hand, to clear his threshing floor and to gather the wheat into his granary; but the chaff he will burn with unquenchable fire.’ Luke 3:17

The word ‘epiphany’ refers to a revelation, a sense of knowing something from God, not necessarily out-of-the-blue and not necessarily claiming to know in full; but, perhaps, an invitation to set out together and see what we might find. In that sense, epiphanies have beginnings, but no ends. As I turned my attention to preaching in this season of Epiphany, I had an epiphany of my own: the sense that God wanted me to focus on just one word each time I spoke, to explore one word that God would draw my attention to, and see what might come of it. The word at 8 o’clock this morning was ‘stature’, and the word for this sermon is ‘chaff’.

John sets the scene for Jesus’ ministry by describing it as being like the work of winnowing. Winnowing is part of the process of harvesting grain. Ripened wheat was cut and brought to a flat area of exposed rock. There it was beaten against the floor, to separate the seed heads from the stalks. The seed heads were composed of two parts: the edible grain, and its protective outer husk, which was inedible to humans. So – once enough seed had been set aside to plant next year’s crop – the next process was threshing. The harvesters would take a wooden sledge, with wooden teeth and perhaps iron on the underside. They might sit a young child, too small to be of other help, on top for ballast; and the sledge would be dragged back and forth across the threshing floor to tear the husks from the grain. Next came the winnowing. The harvesters would take a wooden fan, or fork, and throw great scoops of threshed wheat into the air. The heavier grain would fall back to the ground, while the lighter husks – now known as chaff – would be blown aside by the breeze. It would not carry far; just enough to fall to the side, and be sweep away from the harvest. This throwing action would be repeated again and again until what was left on the floor was a pile of edible grain, which was then gathered into sacks and stored away; and a pile of chaff, which could be added to animal feed, or ploughed back into the soil, or be burnt.

This agricultural process was well-known to most people in biblical times. The rocky outcrop David had bought, on which his son Solomon had built the temple, had been a threshing floor. Within the collected wisdom of their royal courts, the Psalms and the Proverbs, the winnowing out of chaff came to be used as a metaphor for enacting justice: the process of removing the wicked; a process which involved both hard work, and a kind wind; both the responsibility of a human king, and the intervention of God.

But to say that the end of chaff can represent the end of the wicked does not mean that chaff necessarily refers to the wicked, or to wickedness. Even if John’s expectation was that Jesus would separate-out the wicked from the righteous, or purify the repentant of all their sins, as Jesus’ ministry unfolds we will see him give new meaning to existing images, and confound the expectations of even those who recognised him to be the Messiah.

Consider this: that Jesus’ ministry might be described as coming to those whose lives had been crushed; from whom something good, something protective that had sheltered them and allowed them to grow, had been stripped away; and that he then takes the time, puts in the effort, to sift those lives in order to bring out something valuable, something that is good and has purpose, from the threshing.

But what, then, of the unquenchable fire? Does that not speak of judgement? It might; but then again, fire also represents God’s presence in our midst. Consider the Exodus: a handful of people sown into Egypt have become a vast harvest; they have been crushed by their hosts, the protection they had once enjoyed torn from them; God brings them out, and manifests himself as pillar of cloud by day and fire by night. And their time in Egypt, good and ill, from Joseph saving the nations from famine to Moses confronting Pharaoh, becomes an everlasting testimony to God’s promises.

Before Sunderland, our family lived in Southport, in the North West. It was a good husk, surrounding us. But the process of finding a permanent post beyond curacy was something of a threshing. By the end of it, we were gathered up and brought here. But the years we spent there – the gift of friends, of community, of little village shops, a good school, the sand dunes, a spacious house with a real fire, a prayer labyrinth in the garden – are fuel to our testimony of who God is and what he is like, of God with us.

Many of us have gone through a threshing in the past year, where people and places and familiar tasks that have given shape and shelter to our lives have been stripped away from us. Through bereavement. Through job insecurity. Through leaving all we have known and seeking asylum in a strange land. For some of us, we knew Jesus before we found ourselves at the threshing floor; for others of us, we met him for the first time as he came alongside with his winnowing fork, to gather us into a new community.

And that is what he does. Gathers us in, with others. And more: whatever has been torn from us through the circumstances of life is not thrown aside, or trampled underfoot; but this, too, becomes a lasting reminder that God is with us, has been with us, and will be with us through all the sowing and reaping that is to come. And that should be most fittingly so in the place where the threshing floor becomes the temple, in the place where we – crushed as we are by life – gather to worship.

We set aside the second Sunday of the month as an opportunity to come forward, during the sharing of Communion, for prayer for healing, of body, mind, or soul. If my reflections on chaff have touched you in a particular way, and in response you would like someone to pray with you, please do take this opportunity, which takes place in the Bede Chapel.


1 comment:

  1. An excellent talk - thank you, Andrew (posted by Adrian Johnson)

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