Sunday, April 21, 2024
1.
The Jesus we meet in John’s Gospel is in some ways a very different cat from the one we meet in Matthew, Mark and Luke. He’s kind of one part mystic, one part rabbi and one part beat poet. Think Jack Kerouac, Mary Oliver and Maimonides wrapped up into one. It’s not so much the one-liners with John’s Jesus—as it is the way he gets to his point, his breathtaking audacity, even the metaphors that cause us to say, “Huh?” “What was that?” To get this Jesus, to really hear this Jesus, you want to find a corner table in a smoky pub and get comfortable, or a poetry slam in a coffee house, or a storefront church at the intersection of hope and holy cow.
“I am the bread of life / the bread of life / the bread of life,” he raps in the corner, and then he riffs on the multiplication of mercy, and the nourishment found in community, his community. The immediacy of God. “I am the resurrection / I said the resurrection / I said the resurrection and the life,” he whistles to a coffee house crowd, and then he riffs on the kind of power they receive in prayer and purpose together. One part mystic, one part rabbi, and one part beat poet. And, this morning, in our own reading, we get “I am the Good Shepherd.” “I am the Good Shepherd.” And then he riffs on the difference between the shepherd who knows his sheep, who loves his sheep—and the hired one who runs for the fences when trouble comes, who leaves the sheep to face the wolves alone.
And this is a big deal for us, urgently important to the church today. Jesus is not one to run for the fences when trouble comes. Jesus is not one to pick and choose who gets God’s love, who gets God’s care, who gets the gentle and generous protection of God’s hand. “I am the Good Shepherd,” he says this morning. For the doubters and the believers. For the lost and the found. “I am the Good Shepherd,” he says this morning. For the transgender servants of God, and the cis-gender servants of God. For the migrants and the sons and daughters of migrants. “I am the Good Shepherd,” he says.
So the cadence of John’s Gospel is different. The rhythm of John shakes things up. Causes us to wonder and moves us to care. This Jesus, the Jesus we meet in John’s Gospel, is far more likely to take over a room with his poetry, with his mysticism, and with his “I am’s.” “I am the Light of the World.” And then, “I am the Door to Mercy and Meaning.” And then, “I am the Way, the Truth and the Life.” His intention, it seems, Jesus’ intention, is as much bewilderment and curiosity, as it is clarity and devotion. He wants us to ask, “How?” He hopes we’ll ask, “Why?”
This Jesus is determined to build a community, a church, vulnerable to amazement, befuddled by their teacher, willing to wonder what in the world he’s doing and where in the world he’s going. He’s not interested in a bunch of theological parrots, after all, but in a church of sisters and siblings, brothers and lovers. And those are different things.
2.
Now let’s talk about these “I AMs” a little bit. Jesus’ preoccupation with “I AM” statements is particularly important to John, but also to us, and how we lean into the mysteries of the gospel. We are not to take Jesus for granted. Jesus didn’t want that. We are not to assume we always know or understand. Jesus resists our expectations, even our convictions. In fact, all these “I AM” statements stoke more fires than they put out. And that may well be the point. I am. I am. I am. They harken back, of course, to the great narrative of the Exodus itself, and to the divine name revealed to Moses at the burning bush. Jesus aims to surprise us in the same way the unknowable is known to Moses in the desert.
Remember how that goes? “I am who I am,” says the shimmering light to the shepherd. Yahweh! “I will be who I will be,” says the presence to the prophet. Yahweh! And then to Moses: “This is what you are to say to the Israelites suffering in Egypt: I AM has sent me to you. I AM has sent me to you. I AM has heard your cry.” Yahweh! The unsayable name of God. Yahweh. “I am who I am.” The unknowable, known now in compassion and love.
So when Jesus says to us, “I am the Good Shepherd”; when he says, “The Good Shepherd puts the sheep before himself”; he’s affirming God’s immeasurable grace, God’s undivided heart, God’s passion for the wholeness and wellness of the flock. And when Jesus says to us, “I am the Good Shepherd”; when he says, “I know my sheep and my sheep know me;” he’s making to us a commitment that will not be broken; he’s promising to us lovingkindness and mercy beyond imagining. The unknowable, known now in compassion and love.
At the very heart of our lives, at the very center of our being—whether we feel it or not—is the power and peace that brings light out of darkness and love from despair. Here, in Jesus, is the mystery of being, of existence itself. Yahweh. I am who I am. Here, in Jesus, is the creativity of the creator—seeking out friends, partners, collaborators, co-conspirators. Yahweh. I will be who I will be. Here, in Jesus, is the unsayable, but tantalizingly imminent presence of God. Yahweh. And this God will not abandon the sheep. Not a single one of them. And this God will always stay close. To the whole flock. And this God calls us by name. Yours, mine, all of us.
The Jesus we meet in John’s Gospel is in some ways a very different cat from the one we meet in Matthew, Mark and Luke. He’s kind of one part mystic, one part rabbi and one part beat poet. Think Jack Kerouac, Mary Oliver and Maimonides wrapped up into one. It’s not so much the one-liners with John’s Jesus—as it is the way he gets to his point, his breathtaking audacity, even the metaphors that cause us to say, “Huh?” “What was that?” To get this Jesus, to really hear this Jesus, you want to find a corner table in a smoky pub and get comfortable, or a poetry slam in a coffee house, or a storefront church at the intersection of hope and holy cow.
“I am the bread of life / the bread of life / the bread of life,” he raps in the corner, and then he riffs on the multiplication of mercy, and the nourishment found in community, his community. The immediacy of God. “I am the resurrection / I said the resurrection / I said the resurrection and the life,” he whistles to a coffee house crowd, and then he riffs on the kind of power they receive in prayer and purpose together. One part mystic, one part rabbi, and one part beat poet. And, this morning, in our own reading, we get “I am the Good Shepherd.” “I am the Good Shepherd.” And then he riffs on the difference between the shepherd who knows his sheep, who loves his sheep—and the hired one who runs for the fences when trouble comes, who leaves the sheep to face the wolves alone.
And this is a big deal for us, urgently important to the church today. Jesus is not one to run for the fences when trouble comes. Jesus is not one to pick and choose who gets God’s love, who gets God’s care, who gets the gentle and generous protection of God’s hand. “I am the Good Shepherd,” he says this morning. For the doubters and the believers. For the lost and the found. “I am the Good Shepherd,” he says this morning. For the transgender servants of God, and the cis-gender servants of God. For the migrants and the sons and daughters of migrants. “I am the Good Shepherd,” he says.
So the cadence of John’s Gospel is different. The rhythm of John shakes things up. Causes us to wonder and moves us to care. This Jesus, the Jesus we meet in John’s Gospel, is far more likely to take over a room with his poetry, with his mysticism, and with his “I am’s.” “I am the Light of the World.” And then, “I am the Door to Mercy and Meaning.” And then, “I am the Way, the Truth and the Life.” His intention, it seems, Jesus’ intention, is as much bewilderment and curiosity, as it is clarity and devotion. He wants us to ask, “How?” He hopes we’ll ask, “Why?”
This Jesus is determined to build a community, a church, vulnerable to amazement, befuddled by their teacher, willing to wonder what in the world he’s doing and where in the world he’s going. He’s not interested in a bunch of theological parrots, after all, but in a church of sisters and siblings, brothers and lovers. And those are different things.
2.
Now let’s talk about these “I AMs” a little bit. Jesus’ preoccupation with “I AM” statements is particularly important to John, but also to us, and how we lean into the mysteries of the gospel. We are not to take Jesus for granted. Jesus didn’t want that. We are not to assume we always know or understand. Jesus resists our expectations, even our convictions. In fact, all these “I AM” statements stoke more fires than they put out. And that may well be the point. I am. I am. I am. They harken back, of course, to the great narrative of the Exodus itself, and to the divine name revealed to Moses at the burning bush. Jesus aims to surprise us in the same way the unknowable is known to Moses in the desert.
Remember how that goes? “I am who I am,” says the shimmering light to the shepherd. Yahweh! “I will be who I will be,” says the presence to the prophet. Yahweh! And then to Moses: “This is what you are to say to the Israelites suffering in Egypt: I AM has sent me to you. I AM has sent me to you. I AM has heard your cry.” Yahweh! The unsayable name of God. Yahweh. “I am who I am.” The unknowable, known now in compassion and love.
So when Jesus says to us, “I am the Good Shepherd”; when he says, “The Good Shepherd puts the sheep before himself”; he’s affirming God’s immeasurable grace, God’s undivided heart, God’s passion for the wholeness and wellness of the flock. And when Jesus says to us, “I am the Good Shepherd”; when he says, “I know my sheep and my sheep know me;” he’s making to us a commitment that will not be broken; he’s promising to us lovingkindness and mercy beyond imagining. The unknowable, known now in compassion and love.
At the very heart of our lives, at the very center of our being—whether we feel it or not—is the power and peace that brings light out of darkness and love from despair. Here, in Jesus, is the mystery of being, of existence itself. Yahweh. I am who I am. Here, in Jesus, is the creativity of the creator—seeking out friends, partners, collaborators, co-conspirators. Yahweh. I will be who I will be. Here, in Jesus, is the unsayable, but tantalizingly imminent presence of God. Yahweh. And this God will not abandon the sheep. Not a single one of them. And this God will always stay close. To the whole flock. And this God calls us by name. Yours, mine, all of us.