(These are the notes for my homily today. The story in the middle is "nicked" - Someone sent it to kathryn, Kathryn gave it to me, I rewrote it freely and sent it back to Kathryn, and we have both now reworked it for our sermons. The original, I believe, is a story by Edward Hays. Reliably informed that Hays has written many more thought-provoking parables and stories like this, I have just ordered several of his books. Go thou and do likewise...)
SUNDAY AFTER ASCENSION, 2008
It’s a common mistake in Sunday School theology to make the Ascension sound like the moment when earth and heaven are separated from each other… as if Jesus looks back at the messy earth, post resurrection, and says, "job done, I'm out of here." A view of the Ascension that separates God from us, heaven from earth, is a woeful theology, and misses the balletic beauty and completeness of the Easter season. So today I was going to tell you about why we celebrate Ascension, and how it was only by leaving the earth that Jesus could become permanently present with all of us. I was going to talk about how the disciples stood there gaping at the sky hoping he would come back, when what they need to do was go and wait in the Upper Room like he’d told them, so that he could send them his Spirit.
But then I came across an ancient story that I think may throw a better light on the subject. See what you think…
In 1999, some archaeologists were having a New Year's Eve party in a Coptic Church in Egypt, when a champagne cork flew into the air and broke a little part of the ceiling away, revealing a glint of bronze. Abandoning the party, they climbed up and pulled out a container full of old scripts, which contained the sayings and revelations of Abba Sayah, an old hermit who was visited by Gabriel and other heavenly visitors.
One of Abba Sayah’s stories is about the Ascension – a story, he says, that St Anthony told to St. Gregory of Nyssa, and Gregory told to St. Basil and Gregory Nazienzus as they sat around the campfire. It’s a story that can’t be verified with any evidence at all.
But there is no doubt whatsoever that it’s true.
As Abba Sayah tells it, after forty days of resurrection appearances, Jesus knew it was time to leave his disciples – his mother, his brothers and sisters, his companions in the Way. It was hard to say goodbye, but he knew that the time had come. After all, he was the truth and we humans can only take so much of that.
So Jesus called them all together on the mountain top, and made his farewells. It was a tearful moment. Mary was crying. John was crying. Jesus was crying. Even Peter, the immovable rock, was reaching for his handkerchief.
They knew that Jesus had said he would always be with them. But they also knew it wasn't going to be the same. There would be no more breakfasts by the seashore, no more late night discussions around the campfire.
Jesus was sad too, but he was glad to be returning to his Father, and he knew it was all part of the plan. And so he began to ascend.
As Abba Sayah told the story, just as Jesus began to rise, slowly and gracefully into the air, John just couldn't bear it. He grabbed hold of Jesus' right leg, and refused to let go.
"John?" said Jesus “What are you doing?” And John shouted back, "If you won't stay with us, then I'm coming too."
Jesus calmly continued to rise, hoping that John would let go. But John didn't let go. And then to make matters more complicated, Mary suddenly jumped up and grabbed hold of Jesus' other leg. "I'm coming too," she shouted.
By now, Jesus’ big exit had obviously been ruined, but he looked up into heaven, and called out: "Okay, Father... what do I do now?" And a voice came out of the clouds, deep and loud like the rumbling of thunder in the distance.
"Ascend!" the voice said.
"Ascend?" Jesus asked?
"Ascend!" the voice replied.
So Jesus continued to rise through the air, with John and Mary holding on until they too were lifted off the ground.
Well, then, ALL the other apostles, not wanting to be left behind, jumped on too. Imagine if you can – a pyramid of people hanging in the middle of the sky. Jesus at the top. John and Mary next. The apostles hanging on below.
And then - what was this? Suddenly all kinds of people were appearing out of nowhere.
friends and neighbours that had followed them up the mountain.
The crowds he used to preach to.
Old people.
Young people.
Jews and Gentiles.
Men and women.
All of them grabbing the last pair of ankles and holding on.
And above it all the voice of God calling out, “Ascend!"
But all of a sudden, from the bottom of the pyramid, there came the voice of a small child.
"Wait!” he yelled, “I've lost my dog! Wait for me”
"I can't wait," Jesus called back, "I don't know how this thing works." But the little boy wasn't going to be left behind, and he was determined his dog was coming with him. So, still holding on with one hand, he grabbed hold of a tree with the other, and held on with all his might.
For a moment, the whole pyramid stopped dead in the air - Jesus pulling upwards, and the little boy holding on to the tree, scanning the horizon for his lost dog.
But Jesus couldn't stop. The ascension had begun, and God was pulling him back up to heaven.
At first it looked as if the tree would uproot itself. But then the tree held on, and it started to pull the ground up with it. Sort of like when you pull a rug up in the middle, the
soil itself started moving up into the sky. And hundreds of miles away, where the soil met the oceans, the oceans held on. And where the oceans met the shores, the shores held on. All of it held on, like there was no tomorrow.
To make a short story long: Jesus DID ascend to heaven, He went back to his natural habitat, living permanently in the presence of God’s endless love and care and wholeness and laughter.
But, as Abba Sayah tells it, he pulled all of creation – the whole kit and caboodle – everything that ever was or is or ever will be – he pulled it all up into heaven with him.
Archaeologists are still wondering about the authenticity of Abba Saya’s scrolls. Are they revelations from heaven that are more reliable than Luke’s account? Or are they the work of an over-active imagination?
Which was the truth – was it that Jesus came to earth to transform us with the presence of God? Or was Abba Sayah right, that he took earth back with him to heaven?
Whichever way you look at it, the work of Jesus was to transform us and the world we live in by infusing everything with the presence of God. Heaven meets earth; earth is drawn into heaven.
And, as Abba Sayah said, that's where we've been ever since.
This homily has shamelessly borrowed the story of Abba Sayah; for more go and find Edward Hays books.
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