South Roanoke United Methodist Church

South Roanoke United Methodist Church

2330 South Jefferson Street
Roanoke, Virginia 24014

Phone: (540) 344-4437
Fax: (540) 345-8041

Sermon for March 14, 2004 
3rd Sunday in Lent     

My Doom!                    Is. 55:1-9; 1 Cor. 10:1-13; Lk. 13:1-9; Ps. 63:1-8

Well, it happened to me.  Did it happen to you?  I kept getting all these emails saying that their computer server stopped my email from going through to its intended addressee (who, in fact, was someone I didn’t even know) because my messages were infected by a virus.  Soon my computer began to run very slowly, as if it had a mind of its own, running lots of things I had no intention to operate nor had any control over.  It wasn’t until I loaded the Anti-Virus software in my computer at the office and cleared if of this virus that everything got back to normal.  Yes, I got it.  I see now why they called it “My Doom!”  The virus, affecting millions of computers, setting them to send billions of messages to the Microsoft server and successfully shutting it down for a time recently.  I got it.  Did you get it? 

It turns out that the internet is a very fragile system.  It is so easily exploitable.  The massive system that connects all the world's computers through a network accessible by telephone lines is maintained in such a delicate balance.  Someone who knows what he or she is doing can so easily break the law and disable so much of the network.  So all of us who have computers now get regular updates of anti-virus software just to keep up with the latest dangers that threaten our computers and our connections to the outside world. 

I am always intrigued how the technical language that describes the operation of computers is so similar to the language we use to describe life.  When one computer first connects to another computer, do you know what the technical term for that moment is?  It’s called a “handshake.”  Computers get “viruses” just like human beings.  I am also intrigued by how we so often are so much more vigilant to repair, protect, and maintain our computer systems in the face of the threat of a virus than we are to repair, protect and maintain our emotional systems, our spirits, our souls, our lives in the face of the threat of very real virus. 

Life is maintained in such a delicate balance, isn’t it?  Health is defined in many ways but one way to understand and describe health is to talk about it in terms of the very delicate balance of the chemistry within the human body.  If there is too much of one chemical or too little of another, things get out of balance rather quickly.  That is why it is so vital that your doctor review your medications regularly for one chemical reacts to another in different ways as it in turn reacts to chemistry inside the human body.  Life really is a very delicate and precise balance. 

I was reminded of this quite strikingly several years ago.  Most of you know that I served as campus minister at Old Dominion University and Tidewater Community College with the Tidewater Wesley Foundation in Norfolk for 8 years, 1987-1995.  While I served there we were fortunate to initiate an internship program where folks, usually though not exclusively students, would serve one of the various ministries we shared.  Through the years the internship program grew thereby providing 3 interns each year for our staff—one with the ODU student ministry, one with the ODU Campus Chapter of Habitat for Humanity which built their first house my last year there, and one with our ministry to 2 campuses of Tidewater Community College.  Crystal Sygeel, one of my ODU students, was our first intern in 1991.  She has since been ordained as clergy in the Virginia Conference. 

One day I got word that Crystal was ill and would not be in.  She had the flu, a pretty severe case.  I did not hear from her until a few days later when I got word that she was in the hospital.  Now all she had was a virus—what was wrong?  Some of you may be guessing already.  Her symptoms were so acute that she was not able to follow the one treatment that is vital to recovery from influenza—drink plenty of fluids.  She was dehydrated—the chemical balance was upset.  The only way she could recover that delicate balance was under the care of a physician in the hospital.  The need for fluids is so vital that it did not take long at all for a healthy 20-year-old college woman to require hospitalization and intravenous fluids to recover from physical dehydration.  She was in the hospital only a day or two and did well.  It was then that I was reminded again how very delicate and precise the balance of life is. 

It is so easy to get dehydrated when a virus attacks.  That’s why you always are advised to drink plenty of fluids.  Drink water (water glass displayed)

The prophet Isaiah and the Psalmist speak of thirst today.  Isaiah says
          Ho, everybody who thirsts, come to the waters
But he’s not talking about the water that’s in this glass.  He is not speaking of a thirst that this can quench.  No, this is a thirst deep down in the soul.  The thirst of one who has lost the way, who is empty inside, incomplete, dissatisfied, aching for wholeness.  Isaiah calls not to those who suffer from physical dehydration but to those to who suffer from spiritual dehydration. 

You see, just as there is a very delicate balance in your physical life, so also there is a very delicate and precise balance in your spiritual life.  Your spirit, your soul, the very core of your being needs plenty of spiritual fluids, if you will.  There is a thirst deep in your soul that must be quenched.  The need for replenishment in your heart is so vital that it does not take long at all for your own spiritual health to require careful attention in order to recover.  If you don’t seek after the right spiritual fluids or find the proper treatment for your soul your condition does nothing but worsen.  You get so thirsty.  You get dead inside.  Do you know what it feels like to be dead inside? That’s why the people of God were experiencing as the prophet Isaiah invites them to the waters. 

The people of God, you see, had been in exile for a long time.  Several years before they had been forcibly relocated away for the Promised Land and forced to live in the far off land of their captors in Babylon.  Away from their homeland, in grief over the destruction of the city of Jerusalem and the Temple, they were thirsty,
           they were empty,
           their life had lost significant meaning,
           they felt cut off from God.
As they finally made a life for themselves in exile they began to accommodate themselves to their surroundings in Babylon.  Many became quite successful, even wealthy.  Some accommodated themselves so thoroughly that they even adopted the practices and habits of their captors.  They had been gone from the Promised Land and, they thought, from God for so long. 

Now, what happens to someone who is deprived of water for a long time, if that delicate balance is upset due to dehydration?  What is it that someone stranded in the desert with no water for a long time begins to see on the horizon?  What does it look like?  A well!  An oasis!  A city!  But what is it really?  A mirage.  You can almost see him using every last bit of energy to reach that imagined destination only to stumble and fall as he arrives at the same dry and barren place he was before. 

The balance of life is so very delicate.  That is particularly true of the spiritual life.  If that deep thirst in you is not satisfied you’ll find anything, see anything on the horizon, chase after every mirage in order to quench that thirst.  You’ll find something in the culture to fill that void, that ache, that gaping hole in your heart, just like the people of God did in exile. 

The Babylonian culture provided all the trappings of wealth and comfort for those fortunate enough to do well for themselves.  Isaiah says, “Don’t try to fill your lives with all that.  It will not satisfy.  It’s not the real thing.  It’s a mirage.” 

It has been suggested that there is a virus spreading among you in our culture in our day.  It is a virus that thrives in an empty heart.  It is a virus of the spirit to which an incomplete, dissatisfied, and aching soul is so very susceptible.  The infectious nature of this virus upon the spirit rivals that of the flu virus upon the physical body.  It is not a new affliction to our souls (Isaiah warned the people of God about it so long ago) but recently it has been called by a new name.  It’s not “My Doom!”, thought that might be appropriate.  This virus of the spirit has been named “Affluenza,” a term coined by Jessie H. O’Neill in her 1997 book The Golden Ghetto:  the Psychology of Affluenza.  How do you catch affluenza?  Do you already have it?  How does the infection pass from one heart to the other? 

It seems the affluenza virus incubates in the heart for quite awhile.  It plants itself, it seems, in the hearts of the children in our culture as they absorb the advertising and inticements of the television where they learn very early about many, many things they have just got to have.  Affluenza symptoms are particularly acute during the teenage years when peer pressure demands that certain clothes with particular name brand labels must be worn even though they may cost three times as much.  The symptoms of affluenza thrive when you get on or several of these (display credit card).  These become almost carriers of the virus because temporary gratification is so immediate with one of these.  It is a disease of a culture that places ultimate value on what you possess, own, and control.  A culture of affluence where persons share a standard of living, though far exceeding that of most other peoples in the world, never seems to satisfy—a culture of affluence where you always want more.  Affluenza is a disease where you spend, accumulate, acquire, and get things of the culture in order to fill that empty place in your soul--if you can just buy the next thing you see on the horizon.  The problem is, after you use every last bit of energy to reach that imagined destination you always stumble and fall as you arrive at the same dry and barren place you were before. 

What do you do for affluenza?  Treatment for this virus of the spirit is much the same as for that affliction of the body, influenza.  (baptism pitcher of water display)  Drink plenty of fluids. 

Isaiah says
          Why do you spend money for that which is not bread, and your labor
          for that which does not satisfy?  Seek the Lord while he may be found;
          call upon him while he is near, that he may have mercy…for he will
          abundantly pardon.
The water of baptism is a sign of God’s love for you—a symbol of God’s love in your life long before you were ever able to understand who God is.  That ache in your soul, that emptiness, that deep thirst of your spirit can only be satisfied by the love of God in your heart. 

When you are physically dehydrated you need to find a physical dehydration recovery center.  That’s why you check into a hospital for rest, for intravenous treatment by a physician.  When your soul is depleted, when you are spiritually dehydrated, you need a spiritual dehydration recovery center.  That’s why you come to the church—for baptism, for Holy Communion, for worship, for community, for careful treatment by the Great Physician, even Jesus Christ our Lord. 

If we could only be as diligent in protecting our souls as we are in protecting our computers; if we could only be as diligent to maintain our spirits as we are our anti-virus software; if we could only tend to our lives as carefully as we are committed to the regular, disciplined maintenance of that vital machine that sits on your desk or in your lap or in your palm, then the church wouldn’t have to worry that a virus rampant in the culture could indeed spell doom for the human race. 

You come to the church to pray, even as you prayed with the Psalmist this morning
          O God, you are my God, I seek you, my soul thirsts for you, my flesh
          faints for you as in a dry and weary land where there is no water.  So I
          have looked upon you in the sanctuary, beholding your power and
          glory.  Because your steadfast love is better than life…
 

Jesus tells a parable of a fig tree that has never been fruitful.  The owner of the vineyard tells the gardener to cut it down, but the gardener said,
          Let it alone for one more year, one season.  I’ll water it, nourish it, let’s
          see what it does.

Sisters and brothers, this season of Lent is that season for you.  Come to the waters.  Take in plenty of fluids.  Bare your aching, empty soul to God and be filled with love.  Life really is a very delicate and precise balance.  Don’t forget, in this season, to drink plenty of fluids.

William G. Davidson
South Roanoke United Methodist Church