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Do Not Let The Sun Go Down On Your Anger
Rebecca Clancy
Genesis 4:1-16 Ephesians 4:25 - 5:2
Prevention, if you think about it, is an elusive thing. We all know what prevention is, of course. Prevention is stopping something from happening. But as I said, prevention is an elusive thing.
Let me give you an example. Say I get up in the morning and quaff down loads of green tea in order to prevent cancer. Then I swallow a handful of capsules of omega oils in order to prevent heart disease. Then, while munching on chewable acidophilus tablets in order to prevent digestive disorders, I chop up raw turmeric which I consume in order to prevent joint inflammation. I follow this regimen every day, and I live to be one hundred. There’s no way to know for sure whether I actually prevented anything. There’s no way to know that if I didn’t follow this regiment I would have lived to be one hundred anyway. It’s easy enough to know if prevention does not work. If I followed this regiment every day and at the age of forty was afflicted by all the diseases and maladies I was seeking to prevent then obviously, prevention did not work. But, as I said, prevention is an elusive thing. How can we possibly know if we’ve caused no effect?
But this is not always the case. There is one case, at any rate, where we can be absolutely certain that prevention works. This morning’s epistle lesson alludes to it. “Do not let the sun go down on your anger.” Paul is advising, basically, that you resolve your anger, and you do it every day. If you follow Paul’s advice, you will with absolute certainty prevent bitterness, resentfulness, spite, malice, and vengefulness. In short, you will prevent a miserable and destructive life. But the flip side is absolutely certain too. If you do not resolve your anger, and resolve it often, you will live a miserable and destructive life.
Case in point. Look at Cain. Cain got the short end of the stick genes wise. His big brother Abel got the long end. This happens in families. I see it all the time -- some siblings prodigiously endowed, and others not so much. Abel had it all. He was, in the first place, the first born son. That confers a position of primacy in and of itself. But too he was a good, decent, earnest, diligent, responsible, dutiful man. And the world acknowledges a man like this. The world rewards him.
And then there was Cain. He simply wasn’t the stuff of his brother. Character is as much born as made. Born or made or probably both, Cain’s left much to be desired. That may not be fair, but life is not fair. Don’t ever let anyone sell you on the lie that life is a level playing field. It’s not. Cain couldn’t begin to compete with his brother, so he didn’t bother to try. He made no effort whatsoever. And when you make no effort whatsoever, where does that leave you? It leaves you behind. So the gap between the brothers widened.
Naturally this made Cain angry. And he let the sun go down on his anger. He let the sun go down on his anger night after night. He made no attempt to resolve it. His anger intensified until it was a seething rage. He was a ticking time bomb. It was only a matter of time before he exploded. That time came when both brothers were required to make sacrifices to God. Abel, being a shepherd, sacrificed the best parts of his best livestock. Cain, being a farmer, sacrificed from the fruit of the earth. But here again, he had no intention of competing with his brother. He made no effort whatsoever. His sacrifice was slipshod.
So God rejected Cain’s offering. What else was God supposed to do? Enable him? Sometimes it is necessary to reject someone as a way of saying that what he is doing is not acceptable -- so that he can turn himself around, put himself together, and try again. And God made this perfectly clear to Cain. “If you do better, Cain, God said, I will accept your sacrifice. But take care. Take good care. In the welter of emotions you are experiencing at my rejection you are a danger to yourself.” As it happened he was a danger to others as well. In the welter of emotions he was experiencing, he murdered Abel in cold blood.
It had been Cain’s challenge in life not to let the sun set on his anger, to resolve his anger day by day, and this he could have done. It would not have been easy, but what worthwhile in life is ever easy? It’s our job in life to surmount the strenuous challenges that life sets before us. Cain, for instance, could have just as well loved and admired his brother, as the rest of the world did. And if he couldn’t do that, if his nature was too surly or insecure, he could have set himself a safe distance from Abel and done what he could, given who he was, to do some good in the world.
Everyone can do some good in the world, regardless of their relative deficiencies. Rescue a cat, for crying out loud. Everyone can do some good in the world. Cain was no tragic figure predestined for a tragic end. He chose it for himself. He let the sun go down on his anger. He did not resolve his anger day by day.
There’s a lesson in this for us. It’s an important one. It’s a matter of life or death as a matter of fact. We must not let the sun go down on our anger. We must resolve our anger day by day. But, you may say, as in Cain’s case, it’s not easy. In fact it’s incredibly hard. How can we possibly do it? The short answer is that I am not exactly sure. This is because our anger is like our fingerprints. Our anger is uniquely ours.
One clarification at this point. Not all anger is the kind of anger I am talking about -- sinful anger. There is righteous anger too. Jesus evinced righteous anger throughout his ministry. When the authorities ganged up on him for healing a man with a withered hand on the Sabbath, he evinced righteous anger. When, on the most sacred day of the year, they made the temple little more than two bit auction house to turn a buck he evinced righteous anger. Righteous anger is driven by outrage at sin. In our time we see much righteous anger directed against social injustice. Righteous anger is good. Let the sun go down on your righteous anger. That’s ok. But not sinful anger. That’s the anger we must not let the sun go down on. That’s the anger we must resolve day by day. So I don’t know the fingerprint of your sinful anger. Yours is yours, and mine is mine. But at the same time, some generalizations can probably be made.
Perhaps you are at the butt end of an abusive relationship, or just a really bad one. You are being violated or victimized. And you can’t fix it. You tried. It’s undermining your trajectory in life. It makes you angry. Maybe you can remove yourself from that relationship. Maybe you can move on with your life. Because distance neutralizes anger.
Perhaps you had an argument or dispute with someone. You are convinced that you are in the right. Clearly. Without a doubt. You are one hundred percent right, and your opponent is one hundred percent wrong. It makes you angry. But really? Maybe you are not as blameless as you think you are. Maybe there are two sides. Maybe you could think of a compromise. Maybe you could try extending an olive branch. Because reconciliation neutralizes anger.
Perhaps you let something trivial get under your skin; something, in the grand scheme of things, that is really rather petty. Say you were left out or passed over. It makes you angry. Maybe you can rise above it. Maybe you can count your blessings. Because perspective neutralizes anger.
Or maybe you are angry at yourself. Perhaps there is something deficient about you -- some personality disorder or character flaw or vice -- something you need to admit, something you need to address, something you need to fix. But instead of dealing with it, you take it out on the world, blame the world for reflecting your deficiency back to you. It makes you angry. Maybe you can forswear your denial. Then maybe you can take one small step in the direction of your wholeness, then another, then another. Because shalom neutralizes anger.
Maybe there is someone who has wronged you. Undeniably wronged you. They lied to you. They betrayed you. They stole from you. It makes you angry. Maybe you can release the retaliation to which you are entitled. Maybe you can take Jesus’ words to heart and love your enemy. Because forgiveness neutralizes anger.
You know, I think I was wrong. I think I do know the fingerprint of your sinful anger. I think you know the fingerprint of mine. Maybe the particularities don’t matter that much, and we’re all in the same boat. Maybe some really hard work lies before of us all. But if we undertake it, it is absolutely certain that that hard work is the ounce of prevention that is a pound of cure.
But if I still haven’t convinced you, I’d ask you to think of a man. Think of a great man. Think of the greatest man who ever lived. Think of a man so great that he was not a mere man. He was the Son of God. He was righteous as God is righteous. He was holy as God is holy. He was gracious as God is gracious. Now think of that man hanging on a cross, his own righteous anger relegated to his desire for our redemption. It wasn’t too hard for him. Amen.
Pharaoh, King of Egypt, enslaved the People of Israel. It was not out, as you might assume, out of cruelty. It was, rather, out of judiciousness. The People of Israel were not Egyptians. They were foreigners. They were the rough equivalent of what we today would call the undocumented. So now as then they were deemed to be threats. Add to this that the People of Israel grew increasingly numerous, as numerous even as the Egyptians themselves. This intensified the threat. In those numbers they could simply take over. Or Egypt’s enemies could induce them to fight for them, as a kind of built in fifth column. Pharaoh, King of Egypt, had to act. And so he enslaved the People of Israel. It was the judicious thing to do. But his judiciousness was not rewarded. In slavery, unpredictably, their numbers only increased. Pharaoh’s patience with the People of Israel grew thin. Judiciousness then crossed over to cruelty. He ordered the Hebrew midwives to murder the infant boys as they delivered them. That would thin their ranks. But the Hebrew midwives refused to do so, and with their refusal, civil disobedience was born. They chose to heed God not man. But Pharaoh King of Egypt was not so easily undone. He ordered his army to search out the infant boys and throw them into the Nile. Thereafter, cruelty no doubt took on a life of its own. Pharaoh King of Egypt rightly ranks with the likes of Caligula, Nero, Hitler, Stalin, and Mao. One wonders why it is that so many who rise to power become murderous and maniacal tyrants. The human cost - the suffering and misery and despair and tragedy -- are unimaginable and incalculable. Against this backdrop, a woman from the house of Levi gave birth to a healthy and beautiful infant boy. It would normally be the occasion for celebration and joy, but it was for her the occasion for anguish. When a child is born, a mother’s first instinct is protectiveness. But how could she possibly protect him? She thought desperately at first that she could hide him, and she did so for several months, but that could not go on forever. He could any day be discovered. The lesser of two evils was to abandon him to his fate. So she plastered a reed basket with bitumen and pitch, and she cast her hope upon the water. Low and behold, the daughter of Pharaoh happened upon the basket. She peered into it, beheld the crying infant, and she had compassion. The daughter of Pharaoh has never received the appreciation and respect she deserves. She is, inexplicably, overlooked. What she did was exemplary. Normally when people enslave others, they find justification for it. The enslaved are not deemed the equal of their enslavers. They are deemed subhuman. Slavery, therefore, is a necessity. More than this, it is morally right. That’s what the South advanced in this country, after all. But the daughter of Pharaoh did not fall prey to justification. She had compassion. And she acted upon that compassion. Here is an important reminder. It is not enough to have compassion. To have compassion, or any other altruistic emotion for that matter, does not make you a good person. You must act upon it. If you have compassion and you do not act upon it, that makes you decidedly less than a good person. As Martin Luther King, Jr. famously declared, “The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.” And here is something truly astounding. Her act was to adopt him. That was, to say at the least, a courageous thing to do. It certainly would not have put her in good stead with her father. I can just imagine it. “Father, I have a surprise for you. You have a new grandson.” Such an announcement could only have dumbfounded him, but his confusion would have given way to horror as she went on, “I have adopted an infant boy from among your slaves.” If nothing else, we can now set the record straight. We can give Pharaoh’s daughter the appreciation and respect that she deserves. But we can do more than that. As I said, she is exemplary, and so we can follow her example. We can show compassion to those who have cast their hope upon the water. Yes, a mother forced by dire circumstance to give her child up for adoption, hoping that her child will be loved and cherished. But too, one with an atypical identity, hoping to be accepted for who he or she really is. One of a different race, creed, or income level seeking to relocate, hoping not that she will be welcomed, for that would be too high a hope; but hoping she will be at least be tolerated. One who has transgressed, hoping he will be forgiven. One who has something difficult to impart, hoping she will be understood. We can show compassion for those who have cast their hope upon the water. For someone greater, much greater than Pharaoh’s daughter did the same. “Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on us!” “My daughter has just died. Come and lay your hand on her, that she may live.” “Even now I know that God will give you whatever you ask of him.” “Jesus, come before my son dies.” “Lord, if you choose, you can make me clean.” “Have mercy on me, Lord, Son of David, for my daughter is tormented by a demon.” “Lord, have mercy on my son, for he is an epileptic and suffers terribly.” “Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom” They cast their hope on him. And he showed compassion for them all. And when we cast our hope on him, he will show compassion for us -- unlimited even by a cross. Amen.
I attended a funeral recently. It was for my high school math teacher. He was one great guy. Everyone loved him. He taught math at my high school for forty years, and he also coached wrestling. By the time he retired, he had become something of a legend in his own time. The funeral was upbeat, not like so many funerals that are so very sad. He lived a full and long life, and we gathered to celebrate that. But for one man – a classmate of mine who wrestled for him. He was absolutely devastated. I approached him in the parking lot after the funeral and asked if he was okay. He broke down. “That man was everything to me,” he said. “I was O.K. so long as he was in the world.” Then he shared his story. His mother died when he was very young. His father was a physically and emotionally abusive alcoholic. By the time he was in high school, he was far down a bad road. He hadn’t the support to do well at school, so he didn’t. He was very angry, so he was a behavior problem. The only friends he could make were kids like himself, so he hung out with a tough crowd. And he had begun to dabble in drugs. He was pretty much a lost cause at the age of sixteen. Enter my math teacher. He approached him one day out of the blue and told him he could tell by his gait that he was born to wrestle. This could only have been a ruse to intervene. Even I, who knows nothing about wrestling, am suspicious that you can identify one born to wrestle by his gait. At any rate, the ruse worked. He intervened. And he made him into a great wrestler. On top of that, he made him into a great young man. His advice, understanding, and support were unwavering. He helped him to deal with his past in such a way that it didn’t destroy him. He filled his present with new found responsibility, purpose, structure, and discipline. And he paved his way to a future. After graduation he went to college on a wrestling scholarship and eventually became a doctor. “I feel so lost,” he concluded his story. “What am I going to do now?” While he was sharing his story, I could not help but think how hard life can be. We here are generally prosperous and privileged, so we can afford to put up a front. But behind that front life can be hard. Because it’s out there -- loss, abuse, addiction, and a host of other afflictions. It’s enough to make you lose your way. And as I said, we here are generally prosperous and privileged. What if the loss, abuse, and addiction are compounded by poverty or racism? Then it’s all but a foregone conclusion. Your way is lost. Yes, life can be hard. Life takes casualties. Lots of them. It can make us feel helpless and overwhelmed. We want to make things better, but what could we possibly do? The answer is no farther away than my late math teacher. What could we possibly do to make things better? We could reach out, like he did. And what is in view here is not merely a good example, although we must never underestimate the power of a good example and must always strive to be one. But there’s more in view than that. It has to do with the Bible. The Bible may seem like a forbidding book. For one thing it’s thousands of pages long. It makes War and Peace look like a short story. For another thing, it’s unimaginably ancient. The Bible’s story begins 2,000 years before the Common Era. I just read that a sizable portion of millennials don’t know what the Holocaust was. To them that’s ancient history - a mere 75 years back. The Bible is more than 4,000 years back. That’s unimaginably ancient. For yet another thing, it traffics in extremely complicated and sophisticated theology, plumbing in its unfolding the depths of such mysteries as our nature, the predicament that our nature has landed us in, and the means of our redemption. And it does so all the while purging itself of false starts or conclusions. So it may seem forbidding. But at the same time, ironically, the Bible lends itself to succinct summaries. Here’s one: God lives. Here’s another: Good triumphs over evil. And another: Love triumphs over fear. And another: Practice universal justice. And another: Love one another. And here’s one that’s right on point: Reach out. The Bible can be summarized in just two words. Reach out. Think about it. That’s what God did. God reached out. God reached out to Abraham and told him that from him would one day issue a nation, and not just any nation, but a nation that would somehow bless all the nations by bestowing upon them redemption. God reached out to Moses and bequeathed him an ethical law so that God’s people could bear his righteousness. God reached out to David and told him that from his descendants would emerge one who would embody that redemption. And that one in the fullness of time emerged. God reach out to his son. He told him that if he would make a great sacrifice, the greatest sacrifice, it would be the means for all people to reach out to one another. In a real way. A way that advanced God’s own being and cause. And his son made that sacrifice. And in his brief ministry that preceded that sacrifice, he reached out to everyone. And I mean everyone. Lepers. Prostitutes. Beggars. Even a bitter little man perched up in a sycamore tree. So reaching out is not just a good example. It is nothing less the mechanism that God that employs to bestow redemption. Yes, life can be hard. Paul knew this. “We would prefer to be away from the body and at home with the Lord.” But Paul goes on. “So we must make it our goal to please him, whether we are at home in the body or away from it.” And this means reaching out. “I feel so lost now. What am I going to do?” asked my grieving classmate. I told him that his coach had already showed him what to do. I told him to reach out. Amen.
Jesus was always one to bring the party. All he had to do was show up, and lots of others showed up too -- eager for engagement, eager for excitement, eager for something new. It was little wonder. Here at last was someone who had something to say. Something different. Something provocative. Something truthful. Jesus had a way of uttering truths that had never been uttered before, but at the same time, were strangely recognizable. And it was happening once again. Once again, Jesus had brought the party. He showed up at the house of Mary and Martha, and suddenly the place was filled with men who immediately took their place at his feet. This gesture was an indicator that they were ready and willing disciples. They wanted him to teach them. And so he began to teach. That was Martha’s cue. She sprang into action. After Jesus’ teaching, it would be fellowship hour, and as we all know, fellowship hour is predicated upon food. And in ancient times, you couldn’t rely on your reserves from Costco. Feeding a room full of men was labor intensive. Animals had to be slaughtered and dressed. Bread had to be baked. Water had to hauled. Martha went directly to work, expecting Mary to fall in place behind her. But what did Mary do? She went and sat at Jesus’ feet with the men -- shirking her role, defying expectations, and leaving Martha to shoulder the burden alone. I can imagine Martha’s frustration. I can imagine her passive aggressive attempts to get Mary back in the kitchen. Staring daggers at her from the threshold. Uttering loud sighs as indicators of her strain. Dropping pottery on the floor to startle Mary to awareness. But Mary took no notice. None whatsoever. Martha should have counted to ten. How much strife could be averted if we could all just remember to count to ten, or perhaps twenty. Martha for her part shot like a rocket from outrage to outburst. “I’m doing all the work in here Jesus, while Mary has yet to raise a finger. It’s hardly fair. And have you even noticed? Do you even care?” And there was doubtless more to it than the fact that Martha had to provide all the hospitality on her own. There too was the fact of what Mary was doing. She not day dreaming or singing idly out the window. She was sitting at Jesus’ feet. She was in there with the men. Martha was doubtless chagrined and embarrassed that Mary did not know her place. It certainly did not reflect well on the family. But Jesus did not vindicate Martha. Jesus chastised her, “Martha, Martha,” (and when someone says your name twice, wait for some kind of a correction to follow) “Why are you so distracted and stressed and scattered? Let it go. Mary’s right where she should be.” We’re left to wonder how Martha felt at that point. I bet she wasn’t happy. She simply didn’t get it or she would not have reacted that way in the first place. Now normally this text is interpreted as a caution against busyness. Martha with all her busyness is a prototype that we should avoid. Not that productivity is a bad thing. Idle hands are the devil’s workshop after all. But there’s a certain kind of busyness that’s not good. It’s when we become enmeshed with worldly or personal concerns and address them with obsessive application – application that mixes with pride, competition, insecurity. It becomes a kind of self-perpetuating force. And it causes us to lose all perspective. It causes us to become disoriented. We forget that we’re supposed to be at Jesus’ feet – his disciples, listening to him. And this is a fair enough interpretation, but I think there’s something else here. An elephant in the living room. Mary was right where she should be. She was at Jesus’ feet, his disciple, listening to him. But Mary was, obviously, a woman. Women did not seat themselves at the feet of rabbis. Women were not disciples. All they needed to know was taught to them by their mothers. Women did not sit side by side with men learning. It was unheard of. It was forbidden. And yet Jesus told Martha that Mary was right where she should be. Her place was with the men. Really Jesus? A woman’s place is with the men? Really Jesus? In first century Judaism? Jesus was a revolutionary and a radical, and don’t ever forget it. All down through history and even to this day there has an unspoken and inviolable code. It could be expressed as a variant of a line from the wedding ceremony. What society has divided, let no one unite. And Jesus was saying the polar opposite. A women’s place is with the men. Think about what this means by extension. Women, your place is with the men. Men, your place is with the women. Whites, your place is with blacks. Blacks your place is with whites. The wealthy, your place is with the poor, and the poor, your place is with the wealthy. The powerful, your place is with the powerless. The powerless, your place is with the powerful. The old, your place is with the young. The young, your place is with the old. Jesus was smashing down all dividing walls. His disciples are to be completely and utterly integrated. This is simply too radical, simply too revolutionary. But that’s who Jesus was. This is why he brought the party. It’s because he spoke God’s truth. Disciples are to be completely and utterly integrated, and this in service to humankind that is to be completely and utterly integrated. That all should be one. But this is so radical and revolutionary that it is very seldom approximated. It’s too hard. But is it really? Is it really that hard to forge the way? Is it really that hard to reach out? Is it really that hard to cross the aisle? To be vulnerable? To be risky? To be open? To be accepting? To be understanding? One thing’s for sure. It’s a lot easier than hanging on a cross in faith it could be so. Amen.
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