The Fifth Sunday of Easter

20th April 2008 : 9:00am & 11:45am

Preacher: The Revd Desmond Cox

Readings : Acts 7:55-end ; 1 Peter 2:2-10; John 14:1-14

 

 

 

A PLACE WITH GOD

 

Everybody  needs a home and in today’s gospel Jesus assures us that ultimately all of us have a home to go to, namely  the heavenly  Father’s house.

 He even promises to prepare a place for us in that house. This is a cause of tremendous hope for us.

 When things fail, when we feel tired and lonely, there is always home to go to.

 Lets go home, I want to go home. How many times and in how many different circumstances have we heard people say those words or have said them ourselves.

 Last week Elijah Fung and myself were at an Anglican Communion workshop in Dar es Salaam Tanzania working with fellow Anglicans from around the world in developing a curriculum for HIV/AIDS Education for our parishes schools and theological colleges. We worked from 8am in the morning through to 8pm in the evening and after four days we wanted to come home.

 Home is where we are safe. Home is a place of communion. If you know your going home, the trip is never too long or too difficult, even if it means  an 18 hour  plane journey  with a five hour  lay over in another city.

 We must go out into the world to know how lovely our own home is. Imagine if we had no home to go to, and sadly with the millions of refugees in the world today this is the case.

 Nelson Mandela, in the book Long Road to Freedom, published in 1994, by Little, Brown and Company tells how during the long years of his imprisonment on Ruben Island he had a recurring nightmare, he says:

 In the dream I had just been released from prison--- only it was not Ruben Island but a jail in Johannesburg. I walked outside the gates into the city and found no one to meet me.

 In fact there was no one there at all, no people, no cars, no taxis. I would then set out on foot towards Soweto. I walked for many hours before arriving in Orlando West and then turned the corner towards No 8115.

 Finally I would see my home but it turned out to be empty, a ghost house, with all the doors and windows open but no one there at all.

 To have a home is not just to have a house. It is to have a set of close ties with people who accept us for what we are, and who give us a feeling of belonging.

 I was talking  with a some one the other day who described  St John’s Cathedral  as his only permanent home, although he and his family travel  the world with work commitments  St John’s is his home, it is where his grandparents, parents were  baptized  confirmed  married  worshipped  and  buried from, the same  was true for him and his family, it is a place they call home.

 But inspite of all the buildings we put up and the roots we put down, here on earth we do not have a lasting home.

 All we have as St Paul says, is a kind of tent. At death the tent is folded up.

 Hence, it is not only on earth that we need a home. We also need a home to go to when death brings down the curtain on the day of our life.

 Without such a home life would be a journey to nowhere.

 During the Last Supper Jesus began to talk to the Apostles about the fact that he was leaving them. On hearing this, they were plunged into sorrow.

 But he consoled them with these words, which are probably the loveliest words in the Gospel. There are many rooms in my Father’s house. I am going to prepare a place for you. I shall return to take you with me, so that where I am you may be too.

 This means that we have an eternal home to go to namely the Father’s house.

 I remember when I was a curate some 34 years ago, the rector of the parish where I was doing my curacy asked me to meet him at the local pub for a drink, I arrived and he presented me with a beer and said Father I am going home, he had just been diagnosed with terminal cancer and had been given three months to live, so we began to prepare for his journey.

 For a child, and we are all children of God, home is not so much a place as a relationship of love and trust.

 A child can move around a lot and not feel homeless, as long as its parents are there.

 It is the same for those who have a close relationship with God.

 We spend our lives searching for God, and groping our way towards him. To die is to find him, to meet him and see him.

 To die is to go to God, and to go to God is to go home.

 Jesus shows us God, and invites us to trust that in life and in death, our place with God is secure. We need not be anxious.