Traditionally the Fourth Sunday of Easter is known as Good Shepherd Sunday. Reflecting on the image of the Good Shepherd and the sheepfold we are to consider Easter resurrection by taking a serious look at how we choose to live as individuals and as community: Are we living death or living life?
In
the Kid’s Corner, I mentioned the gems that I have found between the pages of
books, particularly old books; bookmarks, notes, prayer cards, newspaper
clippings. Amongst some old books of my dads I found a little booklet published
a 120 years ago, called: ‘The Song of the Syrian Guest.’
The
author, William Allen Knight, tells a story of his family in America, receiving
a Syrian guest into their home for dinner and conversation. The guest told many
stories from Syria including the words of a favourite song – which we know as
Psalm 23- along with an explanation of each line from the heart of a Syrian
shepherd.
Two
sections particularly spoke to me as Good News, as words of resurrection,
amidst new restrictions and growing cases of COVID. I invite you to pull up a chair and listen to
two phrases from Psalm 23 as told by a Syrian guest.
-for
thou art with me –
“To
show how much the presence of the shepherd counts for the welfare of the sheep
I can think of nothing better than the strange thing I now tell you. It is quite beyond the usual, daily care on
which the flock depends so fondly. But I have seen it more than once.
Sometimes,
in spite of all the care of the shepherd and his dogs, a wolf will get into the
very midst of the flock. The sheep are wild with fright. They run and leap and make it impossible to
get at the foe in their midst, who at that very moment may be fastening his
fangs in the throat of a helpless member of the flock. But the shepherd is with them. He knows what to do even at such a time. He leaps to a rock or hillock that he may be
seen and heard. Then lifts his voice in
a long call, something like a wolf’s cry: ‘Ooh! Ooh!’
On
hearing this the sheep remember the shepherd; they heed his voice; and, strange
to tell, the poor, timid creatures, which were helpless with terror before,
instantly rush with all their strength into a solid mass. The pressure is irresistible; the wolf is
overcome, frequently he is crushed to death, while the shepherd stands there on
a rock crying, ‘Ooh! Ooh!”
-I
will fear no evil for thou art with me.
You
anoint me with oil –
“Oh,
there begins the beautiful pictures at the end of the day. The psalm has sung of the whole round of the
day’s wandering all the needs of the sheep, all the care of the shepherd. Now
it closes with the last scene of the day.
At the door of the sheepfold the shepherd stands and ‘the rodding of the
sheep’ takes place. The shepherd turns
his body to let the sheep pass; he is the door, as Christ said of himself. With
his rod he holds back the sheep while he looks them over one by one as they go
into the fold. He has the horn filled with olive-oil and he has cedar-tar, and
he anoints a knee bruised on the rocks or a side scratched by thorns. And here
comes one that is not bruised but is simply worn and exhausted; he bathes its
face and head with the refreshing olive-oil and he takes the large two-handled
cup and dips it brimming full from the water he has brought for that purpose,
and lets the weary sheep drink.
There
is nothing finer in the psalm than this. God’s care is not for the wounded only
it is for those who are just worn and weary.
-thou
anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
Are
we living death or living life?
What
I hear in the stories told by the Syrian guest, is that the heart of
shepherding and being a sheepfold is relationship. Thou are with me, you
anoint my head with oil – both are relational. When reminded by the
shepherd to not be afraid, the sheep work together – collectively pushing in on
each other to form a tight community, and face/address/tackle whatever ‘wolf’
is in their midst.
There
are instances where collectively we hear God’s call and do push in on each
other to form a tightly knit community that addresses social ills and evil in
our midst. But there are other examples where we are scattered and not a
sheepfold at all. When it comes to the stewardship of creation, reconciliation
with Indigenous peoples, addressing Systemic racism, we are not in the
sheepfold, we are not even in the same field.
There
are other areas also where perhaps we are living dead, rather than living life.
Areas
where we are not living as a sheepfold, meaning relationships are all screwed
up. Consider how the norm is no longer tight knit neighbourhoods or extended
family living.
We
have hired-hands and out-sourced our relationships: consider that much of our
caring capacity has been given to ‘experts’ – professionals, service providers,
organizations, government- particularly in relationship with seniors and
long-term care, childcare, health care, education,
food production, manufacturing the things we use. On so many levels - We are disconnected. We are
outsourcing relationship.
Are
we living death or living life?
The
Syrian guest’s reflection on Psalm 23 is the shepherd standing on rock or
hillock and crying, ‘ooh! Ooh! This is a
call to resurrection, a call to not be afraid, a call to remind us to work
together to stamp out evil in our midst; to push in on each other and form a
tight community and address the things that draw us away from relationship with
shepherd and sheep and creation.
Living
death – is living that does not have us living into our capacity to care; it is
living devoid of relationship, or only living into some relationships. It is
outsourcing and hiring others to do the difficult work of walking with others,
suffering with others, taking care of others. It is being too busy to care or
too wrapped up in your own stuff to warrant getting involved.
Living
life – is living that is resurrection. Life that brings joy because all your
relationships – those with God, people, creation, objects; centre on care and
growing and or reflecting on the relationship.
Living life is taking to heart the care of the Shepherd and applying the
word’s thou art with me and you anoint my head with oil, and then
sharing this resurrection in and through
our relationships.
As
a gathered community - Anointed with oil and cup over-flowing- be released from
fear and refreshed from weariness; that you may live life. Amen.