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Finding
Order in the Universe Gospel:
John 1:1-18 "In the beginning was the Word " Simple, sublime poetry of God. What IS the "Word?" In light of the $304 million lottery win in West Virginia, I thought it timely to consider a phenomenon that lies under the lottery. How many of you have played the lottery, or will play it when it's installed here in Tennessee? (Maybe we're a little uneasy about confessing it--for those of you who didn't raise your hands, this is not a question about morals--it's a question about finding order in the universe. So let's try that again.) I have observed that we lottery players fall into two camps--those of us who have special numbers we use again and again, and those of us who do quick-picks. Rarely does one migrate between the two camps. (Now the special numbers people might argue that the 'quick-pick' players are just lazy; but let's discount their slurs against us for science' sake.) So when we play the lottery we make a monumental statement about the universe God is creating--some of us believe there is a detectable pattern within chaos, that we have clues about that pattern, and we wager money on our belief, some of us regularly. Then others of us, the "quick-pickers," we believe ultimately that randomness rules, that chaos is the nature of things, and that any numbers will do. So, of you who will play the lottery, or those of you who have an opinion about picking the numbers, how many of you are 'special number' people? How many of you are 'quick-pickers'? There is one rule all of us players follow--it's what my father taught me years ago--you can't catch fish if your line is not in the water. You can't win the lottery unless you buy your tickets. For those of us who are 'special numbers' players, there is some evidence that your general approach might be right. And it has a lot to do with the 'Word become flesh, dwelling among us.' Many of you have read about the chaos theory. I'm not a physicist, so I don't pretend to understand it well. But the gist of the chaos theory is that even within the most complex, random systems, certain predictable patterns are present. In effect, there is some order within chaos. In 1983, I read a (then) new book by Jeremy Campbell that changed my approach to God and science. Campbell wrote Grammatical Man: Information, Entropy, Language and Life. He asks and answers one of the most profound questions about humans--How does a child learn language? Most of us say that's pretty simple--the infant is spoken to and begins to associate certain words with certain things: "Mommy, Daddy, food, bath," and so on. But Campbell says an unprecedented event happens when the child learns to link words together. "Mommy wet!" when the child has splashed all the water out of the bath.
Some chaos theory buffs also call themselves 'contextualists.' They say the background noise of our spheres of life holds clues to that order, and that we just have to know what to screen out in order to have patterns of order emerge. So, whether it's called contextualism, chaos theory, or simply human intuition, I have come to believe in a message within chaos, even tho' I'm still a quick-picker in the lotto. The 'logos', the Word of which John speaks, is this ordering principle. John tells in magnificent poetic language of the unsurpassing love that God foreordained at the beginning. The Word, uncreated, was with God at the beginning. The Word created everything that is. The Word became flesh, human, literally 'enfleshed' or 'incarnated.' The Word is 'Logos' in Greek. L-o-g-o-s. It is the divine creative urge, the wisdom of God, the force of relationship within God. Some have called 'logos' the divine principle of love within God. However we try to define 'logos', Word, we miss the mark. But that's the whole of the Christmas miracle--the eternal became finite. The unknowable Christ became the human Jesus. The human spark within the chaos of the cosmos took form and spoke. I mourned the day when Calvin and Hobbes stopped running in the funnies in the paper. How many of you remember young Calvin and Hobbes, his stuffed tiger? I know myself within warped Calvin. I know what it's like to have imaginary worlds, fully alive stuffed toys, and to play for hours without any rules. 'Calvinball,' where Calvin and Hobbes play a football game without boundaries, with constantly changing rules, makes me laugh out loud. Within the craziness of Calvin's mind there is a constant--Calvin loves his stuffed tiger Hobbes more than anything. Calvin creates Hobbes from his own mind. Hobbes, of course, argues that Calvin is a creature of Hobbes' mind!! But this is close to the mystery of the logos, and the grammar of the universe. The thread of perceivable order within the chaos of creation is the urge to relationship. Calvin loves Hobbes. The infant is propelled to express herself so that love can grow between her and her father. The Word became flesh to express directly what lies within the stuff of creation. God created humans out of God's own Self, and loves us so much that the impossible happens. Christ is born. The urge to relationship overpowers every impossibility. We have all won the lottery. I want to read you a poem by Charles Wesley, the great Anglican priest who with his brother John, created the Method of Bible study and small-group renewal which became Methodism. This poem gathers the whole mystery of Christmas' unknowable essence and offers it whole. The Incarnation
Copyright 2002 Calvary Episcopal Church Gospel:
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