Proper 28B; Dan.
12:1-3; Heb. 10:11-25; Mark 13:1-8; St. Paul’s, 11/18/18
Jim Melnyk: “God’s
Tattoo”
There will come a time, the author of Hebrews writes, when
God will place the teachings of Torah in our hearts and write the wonders of
Torah on our minds. The writer hearkens
back to the words of the prophet Jeremiah who promises a new covenant of love
written on the hearts of God’s people (Jeremiah 31:31-34). And for me, it is reminiscent of God’s
promise in Second Isaiah that I’ve mentioned before – how it is that God will
inscribe each of our names upon the very palms of God’s hands (Isaiah 49:16). Consider, if you will, the incredible power
of those images! Consider the wonder of
the commitment behind those images! The
life-giving Teachings of God written or inscribed upon our hearts and within
our minds. Our names tattooed on the
very palms of God’s hands (and yes, I know, God most probably doesn’t have
hands like we have hands – but what an incredible metaphor nonetheless!).
Now, I know there’s at least a few among us who sport a bit
of ink these days. And while I know a
tattoo can be removed, they are pretty much a permanent thing unless you go
through a rather painful process to remove it – and then you still end up with
a ghost of the image as a reminder of your prior commitment.
Now getting tattoos have differing degrees of discomfort
depending on where one actually gets tattooed.
I have to tell you, the thought of a tattoo on the heart or on the brain
– if we’re to stick with the metaphors from Scripture – or a tattoo on the palm
of the hand – well, they all sound pretty painful to me. We’re talking commitment here, folks. Commitment that entails going through a good
bit of pain to name that which we love – and then to have it etched – to have
it inscribed – to have it tattooed – to have it permanently affixed upon our
hearts, in our minds, and upon the palms of God’s hands! This is no act of drunken fancy that we’ll
regret having done the next day when we come to our senses. This is not the first love of our life who may
someday leave us with nothing but a permanent reminder of the relationship
staring back at us in the mirror after our morning shower.
We’re talking about a relationship that lives on through
eternity – the love of God stamped on our hearts and minds – the love of God
written upon our foreheads – “you are sealed with the Holy Spirit in baptism
and marked as Christ’s own for ever!” It
is an incredible promise from God that comes with both pain and joy – an
incredible promise that is as constant as the sun – and as compelling – and as
risky – as falling madly in love.
I long for the day when the Law of Love is the only thing
written upon my heart, the only thing written within my soul and mind –
unwavering love for God and unwavering love for my neighbor.
But the truth is too real.
The metaphor of the tattoo reminds us that the commitment we make with
God – and the commitment God makes with us – doesn’t come without some pain and
without some risk. Our lessons from
Daniel and Mark remind us that there’s a world of hurt surrounding us – and
that sometimes the night can get pretty bleak before the breaking light of the
dawn. Not everyone welcomes the Law of
love. Not everyone welcomes Good News.
Not everyone longs for the Kingdom of God to unfold or the New Jerusalem
we read about on All Saints’ Day to come to fruition. The promise of God comes among us like the
etching of the artist’s needle across our heart or like the pangs of giving birth.
I believe the fight for our hearts – the fight for our minds
– the fight for our souls – is very real.
The enemies may inhabit Madison Avenue – telling us our self-worth comes
from what we buy. They may inhabit Wall
Street – telling us the health of our souls depends on the health of our stock
portfolios. The enemies of our hearts
may inhabit our political parties – note that I said “parties” not “party” – or
even our churches – telling us whom to welcome in and whom to shut out. The challenges to our hearts and souls may be
a struggle for our faith in the face of regular mass shootings, pounding storms
and floods, or raging fires consuming whole towns. We find our hearts being graffitied with racism,
anger, sorrow, apathy, or disbelief.
There would be no apocalyptic imagery in the book of Daniel
if everyone in Daniel’s day had welcomed the kingdom of God. There would be no “Little Apocalypse” – no
chapter 13 – in Mark’s Gospel if everyone listening to Jesus had welcomed and
celebrated the image of God in each other.
There is always someone or something fighting to draw our hearts and
souls away from our love for God and away from seeing the face of God in
others.
Whether we’re talking about the occupying forces of the
Seleucid Empire of the prophet Daniel’s day and the desolating sacrilege they
set up in the Temple, or the latter day forces of Rome that Jesus grew up
experiencing, or the wars, the bigotry and the greed of the twenty-first
century world – there is always someone or some empire standing against the
dream of God – someone or some empire trying to erase our names from the palms
of God’s hands.
The strength of apocalyptic literature is its ability to
remind us that while not everyone is willing to stand up for justice, mercy,
peace, and the power of love, in the end, against all hope, in the end, God’s hope – God’s dream – God’s love
will reign. God will always remain
faithful. And God’s call to us is
constant.
Ours is a high calling – a calling to love – not to love as
a noun, but to love as a verb. Our high
calling is a calling to an active, caring, giving love – a living love that
engages God and God’s people in how we live each moment of every day. God calls us to a love that actively works on
behalf of God’s dream for this world and for its people. Our calling is written upon our hearts.
Our calling is inscribed in our minds and on our hearts and
on our souls.
In all this I am reminded of our reawakened relationship
with the people of our sister congregation San José. While we face challenges of language and
culture, we each share the mark of Christ upon our brows. We each live in a world that struggles with
diversity, all the while desiring to serve the same God. I am reminded of young Jennifer Cardenas of
San José who carried our St. Paul’s banner during the Diocesan Convention Eucharist
Friday morning – and how this 18 year-old stood in front of an overflow crowd
during one of our legislative hearings to speak out on behalf of the justice
and mercy of God. What a joyful reminder
that God’s love is not bound by age, or race, or language, or gender. What a joyful reminder of the rich diversity of
faith we can experience when we welcome and embrace one another in the fullness
of our diversity – in the fullness of God’s image shared by us all.
Like the act of writing, or the act of inscribing or
tattooing, the love of God calls us to action in this world – to living out our
baptismal calling to work for justice, dignity and peace for all human beings –
truly a calling of the highest order! But also like a tattoo, the dream of God for
this world – the hope of God for creation – the love of God for each of us – is
meant to last a lifetime; each of us sealed by the Holy Spirit and marked as
Christ’s own forever.