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    The mystery is found in the listening

    To be able to preach, I tell students, you have to listen. And pay attention to what is wrong in the biblical stories. The students look at me.
    Listening brings inspiration: Sancho Panza listening to Don Quixote

    Listening brings inspiration: Sancho Panza listening to Don Quixote Merce Divad/via Wikimedia Commons

    I taught a class on preaching last week. As we began I said, “Good preaching begins with good listening.”

    I think of preachers, the good ones, as scouts and watchmen, poets and explorers. They’ve been given the work of listening. Listening deeply in a world where mostly we don’t. We seem often like the flocks of starlings that descend periodically on my backyard. They clack and yammer, strut and preen, then hurry off en masse to their next stop.

    A good preacher is like an owl who sits quietly, turning his head this way and that, listening to catch the slight sound of the broken twig, the turning leaf.

    I understand that this is not the way most people think, if they think at all, of preachers or preaching. The more common notion would, I expect, be that a preacher is someone with a gift of gab; someone for whom talking comes easily, who can’t stop talking. I distrust such preachers.

    I trust the ones who don’t speak easily, the ones from whom words are wrung like so many drops of blood. Their need to get the thing straight in their heads before they presume to say it is the people’s best assurance.

    Lately I’ve been reading more on the internet. I look at Daily Dish, Slate and Daily Beast, Commonweal, Faith and Leadership and half a dozen others. It’s amazing: the array of blogs and videos, commentators and perspectives. “You could spend your whole life on the internet,” I said to my wife last night. “Yes,” she answered, in a way that suggested that it might not be a good use of one’s life.

    Most of it is so rapid fire, so quick on the uptake and reactive to the newest news or pseudo-news that there isn’t much listening going on here: a lot of chatter, some posturing, a good bit of shouting. You can change the technology, but human nature abides.

    “Look,” I tell my preaching students, “for what is wrong in a biblical text or story.” They look back at me as if I’ve said something slightly off-color. I direct them to this week’s gospel reading, from John 2, the wedding at Cana, where Jesus turns water to wine. There’s so much that’s wrong here that it should have yellow crime tape looped around it.

    When, for example, Jesus’ mother says to him, “They have run out of wine,” his answer is wrong. “Woman, what does that have to do with me?” Sounds lippy, don’t you think? You’ve dragged the kids to church to learn respect but here’s Jesus mouthing off at his mother. What’s up with that?

    For whatever reason, Jesus decided to help out, but his help may seem the kind you might just as soon do without. Yes, he turned water into wine, I say to my students: But notice the quantity. Listen to the text. Pay attention to what’s odd here. Like the fact that Jesus turns 180 gallons of water into a robust, complex red. Wine is flowing from every fountain. They are awash in the finest wine. Not a bottle or two to finish out the carefully planned meal, nor even a carefully selected case. Its 180 gallons of the stuff. Something is wrong with that, surely.

    Often it’s what’s wrong or odd, what doesn’t fit the way we’ve always or already explained things that helps us to listen deeply, to pay attention, to notice, and to wake up.

    A friend says that what he finds lacking in sermons these days, and in church for that matter, is mystery. By asking my students to listen for what’s wrong, strange or odd, I invite them to encounter mystery.

    In her new memoir, Lit, poet Mary Karr recounts her first timid ventures to church, reporting on one as follows: “The sermon — on justice to one's fellows — has so squeezed out any mention of God or Jesus, maybe to sound modern, there’s no sense of history. The pastor asks for peace and give thanks for plenty, but the homily might come from Reader’s Digest.

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    Posted Fri, Jan 22, 9:56 p.m. Inappropriate

    Thanks for this piece, which I think brings out some important food for thought.

    I grew up as a Catholic, but eventually left the Church in disillusionment and, after a number of years going to various places, became a Quaker. Quite a contrast. During my years in the Church, I felt more often than not that the sermons were, though sometimes entertaining and enjoyable, were neat little packaged feel-good stories or bits of advice that I could have gotten from Ann Landers. Moreover, despite some lip service to the contrary, I felt that Church presented its role as being to fit comfortably into my life rather than to ask serious questions of what my life is about.

    In keeping with the spirit of the piece, I conclude my comments with a question. Why do churches today struggle to embrace questions?

    Posted Sat, Jan 23, 12:47 p.m. Inappropriate

    For MLK day I make it a point to listen to at least one of his speeches in its entirety. This year it was the American Dream speech...and here he really was preaching to his audience of Southerners with the knowledge everyone was listening.

    Things that stand out: those speeches were long! 30 minutes long or longer. I remember when he would be on the television, interrupting my cartoons or reruns and I'd think...when will this end! He takes time not just to make points, but to discourse...to make jokes...to bend the audiences ear.


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