Thriving in the Vine: Convention 2020 Eucharist Sermon

Thriving in the Vine

John 15:1-11

“I am the vine, you are the branches.
Those who abide in me and I in them bear much fruit,
because apart from me you can do nothing.”

Jesus describes the life of faith in this evocative image of the vine from which we get our convention theme of thriving in the vine. And yet, we know in this pandemic, that the fruit we are bearing is different than in past years and we are not all thriving. And that hurts. A lot. It feels like we really “can do nothing.”

So I want to open up Jesus’ image to hear it anew by sharing a story from when my wife, Victoria, and I hiked the Appalachian Trail in a single trek.

The offer at a hostel run by Roman Catholic monks in Hot Springs, North Carolina, was that hikers could stay for free in exchange for doing some work on the grounds. That evening a Jesuit taught us about perseverance and patience, lessons I was not expecting to be taught by a monk along the Appalachian Trail

Since we were working for our room and board, he handed us gloves and loppers and asked that we spend a while working on cutting and stacking enormous interlacing arches of photosynthesis-fueled razor wire.

This is what the monk said. “Don’t try to make to a difference.” Come again? “Don’t try to make to a difference.” “Everyone is always trying to make a difference. It just wears them out and doesn’t help,” he added.

I am sure the monk saw that workaholic gleam in my eye and recognized my sin. He knew in that glance what I felt deep in my bones—we would be the ones to work so hard that I could make a noticeable dent in the mountain of thorny vines. “It couldn’t be more than a half-acre or so, an acre at the most,” I was thinking, “I can punch a noticeable hole in that.”

“Some work requires patience,” he told us. “There is no quick solution. Working steadily without looking for immediate change can accomplish so much more. Just keep at it,” he said, then added, “Just cut for a while, stack the dead branches in the burn pile and walk away. It’s not your job to finish it.”

This was a lesson we needed to hear. We had picked a lot bigger goal than knocking back a massive patch of weeds. Victoria and I were just 270 miles into a 2,150-mile long hike along the backbone of the East Coast, a journey not just measured in miles but in patience and steadfastness.

The monk then launched into a story that we needed to hear.

He said, “During World War II, a pilot with the Flying Tigers had engine problems and parachuted out just ahead of his P-40 splashing down hard in a forgotten stretch of a Burmese river. “The Army Air Force eventually got a crew up the river to try to wrest the fighter from its muddy grave.

Try as they might, the men could not budge the plane, despite the use of cranes and other 20th century equipment. The whole time they worked, they were watched by the people of a nearby village. As the Airmen were packing to leave, they were approached by a village elder.

Speaking through an interpreter, the elder asked if the people raised the machine, would the Americans buy it back from them. The translator relayed that a deal would definitely be struck. The Flying Tigers were so in need of planes, the ground crew was perpetually patching one together with spare parts to get another fighter flying. “Get the plane up and you will be well compensated.”

The Jesuit paused for effect, he was a natural preacher and a congregation of two was just fine with him. The shadows deepened in the briar patch, he forged ahead, “With the Americans and the mechanical muscle gone, the plan was simple.

Every time a villager swam in the river, those who could, would dive down to the plane and work a short length of bamboo up into the fuselage. Everyday, little by little, bamboo was worked into the cockpit.

Once that area was packed with bamboo, they used vines to get bamboo under any part exposed above the mud. Slowly the plane lifted and more bamboo was added. In time, the P-40 was off the bottom and word was sent downriver that the Americans could fetch their fighter.”

The story was over. The lesson was ended. The Jesuit did not force the point home. He simply repeated, “Don’t try to make a difference. Just cut for a while. Put the vines in the burn pile and walk away.” We worked hard, hacking at the briars, which tore at our arms as we cut. Time passed. The sky turned dark. A very satisfying mound of vines was ready to burn. But when I looked back at the briar patch, you couldn’t really tell that any were missing. We walked away to clean up and get some dinner. 

That evening’s work in Hot Springs became important to our thru-hike of the Appalachian Trail. We could never plan out the hike all the way to Katahdin in the Maine wilderness. We could only look to what came next. There was no real way to hike all the way from Georgia to Maine, at least not at the practical day-by-day level. We could merely hike the next miles in front of us, as far as we could on any given day.

Jesus said, “I am the vine, you are the branches. Those who abide in me and I in them bear much fruit, because apart from me you can do nothing.” Abiding, remaining, staying, resting in God. It is out of that life that we bear fruit. We are to be faithful to following Jesus over the long haul. But the effort we take on day by day is in staying close to Jesus, the fruit we bear is a result of that faithfulness.

Perhaps you can’t see the dent you are making in the lives around you, but it’s there.  Don’t let the Enemy blind you to the difference you are making.

Every phone call each of you have made to keep in contact with your parishioners while sheltering in place was just like a section of bamboo going into the plane’s fuselage. The Treasurer filing the Paycheck Protection Program paperwork while the Junior Warden tending to an empty building are part of the faithfulness of this year. The family offering Evening Prayer from their living room. The parishioners gathering masked and distanced to keep the food pantry open. Then there is the ongoing day by day, long month by long month faithfulness of the deacons and priests of this diocese to stay connected in varied ways has been heroic, yet on any given day it was another daily office from home, meeting online with the vestry and even offering Last Rites on Zoom.

None of these acts in and of themselves seems like enough. The online worship, however faithfully offered, seems too meager. The in-person options feel strange.

“I am the vine, you are the branches.
Those who abide in me and I in them bear much fruit,
because apart from me you can do nothing.”

Faithfulness is knowing that what we are to do as Christians is to stay connected to Jesus and to one another. This year has made that so much more difficult, but God did not bring us this far to leave us.

Thriving in the Vine is the theme for this convention and yet I know that many of you feel that you are wilting on the vine, not thriving.

But thriving in the vine is a prescription not just for this pandemic, but for all the ways that our souls have been pierced by thorns that want to rent and tear, when what we are really looking for is healing and wholeness.

 If we are faithful to being the Body of Christ, through our personal prayers and reading scripture and corporate worship in the ways we can, Jesus is faithful. In fact, Jesus is working toward the reconciliation of all creation with or without us. The Holy Spirit has been with you through every moment of each of these difficult days. The Holy Trinity is much more reliable, much more faithful than you and me and our feelings about how we are doing.

This is why I was reminded of the wisdom of the Jesuit monk, that evening in Hot Springs as I prayed through the scripture.

“Don’t try to make to a difference.
Everyone is always trying to make a difference.
It just wears them out and doesn’t help.”

Not trying to make a difference isn’t a fatalism about nothing changing for the better. Rather, this is the reality that if we try rely on our own abilities rather than on the God who made us and loves us our efforts will fall flat.

The Prophet Zechariah recorded the word of the Lord to Zerubbabel:
“Not by might, nor by power, but by my spirit, says the Lord of hosts.”

You and I can’t make a difference in the sense that we can’t by force of our own will, change people’s lives much less grow your church’s budget or attendance. Instead of measuring results and comparing ourselves to other churches, we just need to remain faithful, faithful to who God is calling you and me to be.

“I am the vine, you are the branches.
Those who abide in me and I in them bear much fruit…”

Faithfulness is abiding in the vine and through that we will bear much fruit, even if not always in ways we hope or expect. If you and I can keep Jesus at the center and focus less on whether we feel like what we are doing is enough and more on taking the next faithful step, God will show up. Not because of our might or power, but because the Spirit of the living God is with us doing the real heavy lifting.

We are not just going to survive, but thrive. Amen.