A Day to Commemorate
a sermon based on Exodus 12:1-14
by Rev Randy L Quinn
Last spring I invited you to join us for a Passover celebration. While
it was an open invitation, only about two dozen people were with us
that night as we did our best to present an authentic Jewish Passover
meal, given the constraints of our particular home and the foods
available to us.
During the Seder Supper last spring, I told the story of my first
Passover celebration. It was held in the home of Sherwin and Shoshana
Schwartz. Shoshana was my Hebrew tutor/teacher while I was attending
seminary and she invited me to her home for their family celebration.
That evening changed me and it changed my understanding of both the
Passover story in Exodus and the Last Supper in the Gospels.
The celebration itself seemed like a cross between Thanksgiving and
Christmas. It was like Thanksgiving in that there was more food than I
could ever have imagined - and leftovers to last a week or more. It
was a time of feasting and celebrating God's goodness. But it was also
like Christmas in that it was a religious meal celebrating an
historical event that continues to affect the lives of the
participants.
Where it differs significantly from both Thanksgiving and Christmas is
that every part of the meal is told in present tense. This is not just
a celebration of an event 4,000 years ago that is kept alive in Jewish
homes every year.
In the movie, My Big Fat Greek Wedding, which Ronda and I saw a week
ago, the primary character in the story tells about being sent to
"Greek school" to learn the language and history of her people. In the
end of the movie, she sends her own daughter to "Greek school" for the
same reason.
But Passover is different. It isn't just about learning culture; it's
about being connected to the past by moving the past to the present.
The participants in Passover celebrations today speak in the present
tense because they know that God gives them freedom; God gives them
life; God gives them salvation; God gives them a future as well as a
past.
Passover is not just a meal with a story. It is a grand drama in which
every person who celebrates it becomes a key character in the story - the story of God's grace and God's salvation. Let's stand as we hear
God's directions for celebrating the first Passover.
Read text.
Out in the countryside, not far from Ronda's home town, there are the
remains of a family farm. From the road you can see the foundation of
what was a house. There are the remnants of a barn that has fallen in
on itself. And there is an old concrete silo that is no longer in use.
The fields around the buildings are still farmed, but the farmer no
longer lives at that location - in fact the farmer may not even own
the field.
Before I met Ronda, I had seen those buildings, but didn't think much
about them. In that part of Kansas - like many other places around the
country - it's a fairly common sight.
But the first time I was with Ronda as I passed that particular farm,
she told me that her father helped build that silo when he was a
teenager. And I soon learned that every time anyone from her family
drove past the silo, the story was retold. I heard it when I went that
way with her parents in the car. I heard it when we drove past it with
Ronda's children in the car. In time, I found myself telling the
story, too.
It was like a big family joke that you had to tell. You couldn't drive
down that road without telling about how Grampa Don helped build that
silo. In fact, we tried to drive by once without telling the story.
Ronda and I just looked at each other and smiled. The story was going
in our heads even if it had not been voiced aloud.
The last time I was in Kansas, I was saddened to see that the silo is
gone. But I was not surprised to know the story was still being told.
The story will be told as long as anyone in our family drives by that
particular site.
Maybe you have stories like that in your family?
They aren't necessarily significant stories. They don't always have an
object associated with them. They are just well-rehearsed stories.
They are stories that have been told so often that everyone can almost
recite them by memory.
What are some of those stories in your family? (I will open the floor
to hear some of those stories.)
There are also other kinds of memories. There are corporate memories,
for instance. These are memories of events that we all experienced at
the same time. Sociologists have named a few key events as shaping the
generations who experienced them - who share those common memories.
They refer to the Stock Market Crash of 1929 or the attack on Pearl
Harbor in 1941 or the assassination of President Kennedy in 1963. In
more recent years, sociologists have suggested that the explosion of
the Space Shuttle Challenger in 1986 may be one of those events
because so many children were watching it on TV at school.
There is no question in my mind that the terrorist attack on the World
Trade Center last year will be included in the list of key events that
shape today's generation.
These events are held in our corporate memories. We all remember where
we were when they happened. And the first one of those events we
remember shaped us in ways we cannot always name, but there is no
doubt our lives were and are affected by them.
Some time ago I heard a discussion on the radio about memories. A
scientist, whose name I no longer remember, was telling about his
discoveries from his research. He has learned, for instance, that when
we re-tell a story from memory it reinforces the memory and makes it
last longer.
I don't remember the details of his discussion, but I do know the
metaphor that was in my mind as he talked about how our brains work.
It's like books on a shelf in the library. Except in this library the
pages fade when they are not exposed to light. The only way to keep
the books meaningful is to open them periodically and expose them to
the light. Otherwise the pages fade away and the information can no
longer be retrieved. And whenever you take a book off the shelf, the
light illumines the pages again and what is written there is renewed
to its original intensity.
The scientist was explaining it using information about the chemicals
in our brain. We pull memories out of storage, mix them with the
current chemicals in our brain and re-store them. The dilemma, he
said, is that with each rehearsal of the memory, they are susceptible
to change. In time, it becomes possible that what we remember is no
longer the same as the first memory itself. The new mix of chemicals
may change the actual memory.
Our body - our brain actually - takes advantage of that in good and
healthy ways. The best example is probably heard in the stories of the
pain of childbirth. Mothers may tell the story of giving birth, but
with each retelling, the pain becomes less vivid until the pain is no
longer remembered; soon only the joy of new birth is retold. There is
a memory that pain existed, but it is a mere shadow of the pain that
was originally experienced.
In 1993, I was at Camp Pendleton with the Naval Reserves. I was
helping facilitate a class for Chaplain's Assistants - known in the
Navy as Religious Program Specialists or RP's. During one of our
hikes, the Marine Gunnery Sergeant who was leading us had all 22 of
the RP's stop in the middle of a small creek. He then had them do push
ups in the river. I got it on film before the Gunny pressured me into
joining them, too.
Afterwards, I asked Gunny what that was about. His answer was simple.
"Making memories, sir, I'm just making memories."
He knew what he was doing. And it worked. Seven years later I met one
of those same RP's. He stopped to remind me of his "Marine Corps
baptism in the river."
God knows how memories work, too. So God told Moses and the people of
Israel to remember the Passover. Not just by telling the story but by
acting it out every year, acting it out so that every descendant of
Abraham would know that God saves them - not just in the past, but in
the present as well.
In the church we rehearse the story of Christ's Passion when we
celebrate communion. It becomes more than a reminder of the past; it
is for us the story of OUR salvation. By retelling it on a regular
basis the memory is kept alive and stored in our minds as if we had
been there in person.
I hope that happens in Sunday School, as well. I hope the teachers in
the classrooms make memories with the children, memories that will be
rehearsed and retold throughout their lives.
But the truth is we are making memories for young people, too. I don't
believe the only teachers are in the classroom. Every one of you is
also teaching those young people. You are making memories here.
If you don't believe me, ask some of the "older children" who grew up
in this church and are now young adults. I've heard them tell me about
this church in the past - how it was often so full the doors to Wesley
Room open and there were people sitting in the balcony.
You are making memories - with your presence as well as your absence.
I'm extremely grateful to the teachers in the classroom. I pray for
them regularly and I hope you do, too. I hope they find ways to make
the stories of Jesus come alive for the children so that the Bible is
not just a story of God's work in history but a reminder of God at
work in the present.
It's the same story we all remember and commemorate whenever we
gather.
God told the people of Israel that Passover was a day to commemorate.
So is today, for "this is the day the Lord has made" (Ps 118:24).
Thanks be to God. Amen.