Islands in a Common Sea
Acts 2: 37-47
I was at a meeting of
churches this week. I watched as ministers and elders struggled with the issue
of a sister church which wanted to leave the denomination. It looked as if the
leadership of that church had pretty much made up its mind, but it was struggling
with the rules called, ironically, the “rules of gracious dismissal.” The church
conference leaders and the church in question were gracious as the rules for
voting on the rules were carefully set out. The body was gracious as it took up
each issue presented. It continued to be gracious as it voted down each request
from the church. All in all, it was a very gracious time as church and
denomination sparred over turf and ownership and rights. No matter how they all
tried, the issue was about following the rules rather than about following God.
I suspect the next round will not be so gracious. A church no longer feels in
harmony with the policies and interpretations of the parent church. It seeks to
disassociate itself from the whole. The
bigger body feels threatened and seeks to make severance difficult in the hope
that such difficulty will discourage individual churches from leaving the
denomination. In this emotionally
charged environment, church professionals and leaders attempt to find some
level playing field upon which issues might be discussed. One side begs for
tolerance while another pleads for independence. Is the whole more important
than its parts? Is the part entitled to determine its own destiny? How do we
split the child so that each parent can have custody?
In the second chapter of
the book of Acts, Luke the evangelist and historian gives us a glimpse of the
early church. Luke tells us that “they
devoted themselves to the apostles’ teaching and the fellowship, to the
breaking of bread and the prayers.” He reports that “many wonders and signs were being done through the apostles.” And
what were those early church people doing? Luke says that all of them were
filled with awe, that “all who believed
were together and had all things in common.” They were sharing all their
possessions with those in need, even to the point of selling them. Daily they
attended temple. Daily they gathered in each other’s homes. Daily they ate and
drank together. And daily, they did so with glad and generous hearts, praising
God, having favor with all the people. This is Luke’s description of the early
church. Its markers are gladness, generosity, sharing, awe and devotion.
In her best seller, Gift from the Sea, Anne Morrow Lindbergh
talks about a balance she sought to find in her life. She characterized it as a “swinging of the
pendulum between solitude and communion,” being neither in total acceptance of
the world, nor in total rejection of it. She does not claim to have an
answer—only clues. Her clues are symbolized in the shells she picks up from the
shore, shells that are fragments of what they had been and what they had borne.
The Church is such a
splendid organism. It is an organism, you know. To call it an institution does
it such an injustice. The Church is you and me. The Church is the Fellowship of
the Believers. The Church is the body of Christ. I think that of all the images
we might employ to describe the Church, the body of Christ is my favorite. I am a piece of that body and so are you.
In Romans 12: 5, Paul
tells us that though we the Church are many, we are one body in Christ. This language is pervasive
with Paul. He talks often about being in
Christ. Thinking of the Church as the body of Christ helps us see that. We
are part of one great body. We are in Christ. We do that collectively as the
Church. But we also do it as individuals because, as Paul tells us in that same
verse, we are “members of one another.”
Our different gifts point out our individuality, and our membership in the
Church unites us as part of a living organism that functions as the body of
Christ.
In Acts 2, the believers
devoted themselves to teaching, to fellowship, to togetherness through common meals and to prayer. No wonder souls were
saved. The previous passage tells us that Peter preached and three thousand
souls were added. Can you imagine what would happen to this community of
believers if we devoted ourselves to these elements of teaching, common meals
and prayer?
Luke tells us that in the
church of Acts 2, “all who believed were
together and had all things in common.” Men, women and children came
together, bound by the unity of their faith and had all things in common. This
doesn’t mean they were all the same. There were still cooks and carpenters and
farmers. But in all that counted, in all that bound them in their humanity, in
all that measured them for the clothing of Christianity, they had all things in common. As Anne Morrow
Lindbergh put it in her book, they were “islands
in a common sea.”
What I saw at that
gathering of churches was a poor facsimile of the Church of Acts 2. We have
eight pages of fine print of how to leave gracefully. They had awe and all
things in common. We have a Book of Order. They sold their possessions to help
others in need. We have a General Assembly. They broke bread together in their
homes. We gather once a week. They gathered every day. No wonder that we
differ. We have little resemblance to the Church that Luke described in Acts.
What if? What if there
were no more fences? What if there were no more walls? What if there were no
Presbyterians or Baptists? What if there were just Christians? After all,
aren’t we, at the end of the day, islands in a common sea? What is common in us
all is that which God gave to us. We are all saved by grace. We strive to live in Christ. To the extent
that we begin to achieve that, we begin to manifest the risen Christ. We are
the body of Christ. We are the mission of Christ upon the earth until he
returns.
The Church is not about one, but about one another. We love one another. We pray for one another. We look after one another. We are not about barriers. We are about bridges. In the same way that we come together as a community of believers in this location, the Church itself needs to come together in community. Whether we are Lutherans or Roman Catholics is hardly the issue. We are Christians. In this world where the presence of Satan and evil is present and powerful, the Church is not isolated. It is, rather, a group of many islands in a common sea.
The Church is not about one, but about one another. We love one another. We pray for one another. We look after one another. We are not about barriers. We are about bridges. In the same way that we come together as a community of believers in this location, the Church itself needs to come together in community. Whether we are Lutherans or Roman Catholics is hardly the issue. We are Christians. In this world where the presence of Satan and evil is present and powerful, the Church is not isolated. It is, rather, a group of many islands in a common sea.
Lindbergh walked along
the coast line and bent over often to collect shells yielded from the tide.
Every shell had a story. Some were pristine, still perfectly formed and even
containing the creatures that live in them. Others were broken or encrusted
with other animal shells. She wondered about the lives they represented, the
places they had been. Seashells are like people. Their surface yields clues,
but not final answers. Their commonality, among other things, is that no matter
where they have been, no matter what they have endured, they find themselves
yielded up in the end to the same destination. So it is with God’s people.
After Pentecost, Peter
said to those gathered in Jerusalem, “For the promise is for you and for your
children and for all who are far off, everyone whom the Lord our God calls to
himself.” It was the birth of the
Church. We stand on the shoulders of
Peter and those other saints who live in the Spirit. The Holy Spirit is still
here. God grant that each of us stay present in the body of Christ. God grant
that we understand what he has done for us. Help us to reach out today and
every day in generosity and gladness just like the early Church. We are
Christians. Help us to celebrate our differences over fellowship and search for
our common bonds in a world where our job is not division but multiplication,
where we must still march against the power of evil. We are, after all, islands in a common sea. In the end, our
destination as Christians is the same. Whether bent or broken and straight, we
all end up washed upon the same shore for the same harvest. May we share that
journey with all who would join us. “And
all who believed were together and had all things in common.”
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