Delivered at Ames UCC
on February 4, 2018
©The Rev. Eileen Gebbie
Sermons are written to be heard, rather than read.
Please join us for worship on Sunday mornings
at 10:30 a.m.
How thirsty are you? How thirsty are you this morning? How dry do the tongue of your hearth and lips of your soul get?
I meet with a lot of parched people each week. I see faces dried out by illness and hold hands rough with wear and cold. I hear voices that rasp and squeak as though the struggle to be heard in a world such as ours has made vocal chords rough as sandpaper. I see shoulders held high, as taught with stress as the dried gut of a stringed instrument.
Maybe you would put yourself among them.
Parched for a decent meal, parched for 30 minutes of quiet, parched for a thank you from a boss, parched for a day without a commute, parched for a parent’s or spouse’s health to stabilize, parched for a good prognosis for yourself, parched for a teenager to stop yelling, parched from being a teenager who needs to be heard, parched for just one moment of real hope and certain love.
Some of those thirsts can be quenched, to an extent. But most are chronic thirsts born of the necessities of earning a wage, the risk of loving people, and the inevitabilities of hormones and aging.
Dehydration is a symptom of human life.
Our tradition does not shy from that truth. Discipleship to God in Christ does not include false promises about what our daily lives or eventual deaths will be like.