In Pat Conroy’s commencement address at The Citadel in 2001, he tells the cadets, “Listen up, I don’t have much time. They don’t give you much time for graduation speeches.”
Those of you here in the Sanctuary and anyone watching at home, listen up, they don’t give grumpy old geezers who volunteer to speak at a Thanksgiving Eve service much time.
For the next couple of hours, I want you, me, we, us to think a little bit about Ecclesiastes Chapter 3, but first let’s have a prayer.
Father of us all, I pray that you will be with us the next few minutes, touch our hearts as only you can. Amen.
And before I say another word, one more important item—please remember— I’m not a theologian.
My first exposure to Ecclesiastes Chapter 3 came in December 1965. I was twelve years old. The American band, The Byrds, had released a song titled “Turn, Turn, Turn.”
In 1959, American folksinger, Pete Seeger, wrote “Turn, Turn, Turn” based on the scripture found in Ecclesiastes Chapter 3. The Byrds electric version of this song became a number one hit.
Luckily for you, I’m not going to attempt to play or sing the song.
But, I do want us to ponder the words in this famous chapter that starts with “For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven.”
On the afternoon of Friday, November 10, our house was in chaos. Before entering our home, I could almost feel the surging pulse of energy from the presence of our four grandchildren.
I stumbled over four pairs of shoes as I entered through the kitchen door.
The kitchen table was a snack disaster zone.
The normally tidy den and living room were littered with toys.
My wife, the Commander Supreme, their Nana, was hanging on for life, but enjoying every minute of this happy havoc.
But in just a blink the happy havoc was gone.
A footrace had erupted.
Excited feet pounded on the hardwood track rambling through the kitchen, den, dining room, and back to the living room, and then the crash occurred.
Ellie, the youngest, slipped. Her lower lip collided with the oak hardwood.
For the next several minutes, Ellie cried and sobbed as first aid was rendered. Eventually, comfort came from her tattered “purple,” her friendly thumb, and an Australian cartoon character—Bluey.
But, as Ecclesiastes Chapter 3 reminds us: “there is a time to weep.” And when your lower lip is injured, you have a right to weep.
When I left Trinity on the afternoon of Thursday, August 17, a few drops of rain pattered me as I walked to my car.
There were no severe thunderstorm watches or warnings posted by the National Weather Service for western Henrico County.
But, in just a blink, a short-lived, angry thunderstorm snapped two massive pine trees and a utility pole that came crashing down across Forest Avenue just below Tuckahoe Elementary School.
Ecclesiastes Chapter 3 reminds us: “there is a time to tear down.”
That same tempest snapped a limb from an oak tree in our neighbor’s yard.
With great force, the limb landed on the service drop line that feeds power to our house.
About mid-morning on Friday, Dominion Power linemen were able to restore power to our home.
I had to laugh as one of the linemen said, “in a matter of seconds mother nature can knock down a power line, but it takes us two hours to put the line back into service.”
Ecclesiastes Chapter 3 reminds us: “there is a time to laugh.”
In just a blink, on Wednesday, October 25 in Lewiston, Maine, forty year old, Robert Card, ended the lives of 18 people in a mass shooting that also injured 13.
As you might recall, Ecclesiastes Chapter 3 does state: “there is a time to die, and a time to kill.”
Sadly, this is not how we want to die by being killed by an unstable person firing a firearm. I wonder if America will ever find the courage to address this endless, mindless violence?
I think one of the reasons I’m drawn to Ecclesiastes Chapter Three is the very real human qualities of its words. We know these words. They are familiar to us.
And despite our acquaintance with these words, I believe we struggle with some of them.
Why is it so difficult for us to heal, love, and mend?
By contrast, why does it appear to be so easy for us to hate, kill, and declare war?
Look at these conflicts, the wars with Russia-Ukraine, Israel-Palestine, and Sudan.
Don’t we want to be better than this?
Sometimes, I wonder—are we capable of being better than this?
The suggested gospel reading from the Lectionary for Thanksgiving Day was Luke Chapter 17 verses 11-19.
What’s remaining of my non-theological brain believes this is a misguided scripture selection for Thanksgiving.
It is the story of the ten lepers that Jesus encounters as he traveled the region between Samaria and Galilee.
As he enters a village, Jesus is approached by ten lepers.
They keep their distance, but they shout out to him: “Jesus, Master, have mercy on us!”
And in just a blink, Jesus says to them: “Go and show yourselves to the priests.” And as they went, they were made clean.
From that group of ten men, only one, who realizes that he has been healed returns to praise God and thank Jesus.
This man was a Samaritan.
And Jesus responds with the following:
Then Jesus asked, “Were not ten made clean? But the other nine, where are they?
Was none of them found to return and give praise to God except this foreigner?”
Then he said to him, “Get up and go on your way; your faith has made you well.”
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, maybe this scripture is not misplaced, and here’s why.
I find myself asking two questions—how thankful am I for my blessings, and am I no different from the nine lepers who didn’t return to thank Jesus?
It only takes a blink to say thank you.
How often do I use that blink to say thank you?
But here is the real question for me, and who knows, maybe it is the same question for you.
In just a blink, Jesus heals ten men with leprosy.
Where was Jesus when Robert Card went on his shooting rampage in Lewiston, Maine?
Where was Jesus in Ukraine, Russia, Israel, Palestine, and Sudan when these wars started?
The Bible, theologians, preachers tell us— Jesus is coming again.
And I want to say to Jesus, get down here now.
We need you.
But then, I think—why in the world would Jesus want to come down here to this mess we have created.
As God and Jesus look down upon us, I wonder what they are thinking.
Are they thinking, where did we go wrong?
God says to Jesus, “Where are these so called people of faith when we need them the most? Don’t they realize that you and I can’t do it all?”
God continues, “I’m becoming more and more impatient, let’s end this misery now and start over.”
Jesus looks at his father and says, “let’s give them more time.”
Jesus continues, “I’ve been reviewing recent angel compiled data, and I found some signs of hope. Some of our faithful are shedding their silence and speaking out.”
Remember in Ecclesiastes Chapter 3, the verse about “
a time to throw away stones and a time to gather stones together?”
With his persistence and perseverance, attorney Bryan Stevenson has become one of our best stone catchers at the Equal Justice Initiative.
In his book Just Mercy, Mr. Stevenson describes how we have allowed our self-righteousness, fear, and anger to hurl stones at the people who fall down, even when we know we should forgive or show compassion.” (Just Mercy page 309)
With her courage and compassion for the underdogs, author Beth Macy through her books Dopesick and Raising Lazarus has exposed the opioid crisis.
Thanks to the Lara Teague Curry Memorial 5K, even the cantankerous, whiner Bill Pike wears a wrist band that states—“Be Kind.”
And at the Trinity Preschool students in Mrs. Castro’s class filled with food one of the one hundred Thanksgiving bags for the Sherbourne Food Pantry.
Yes, there is hope—“For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven.”
In just a blink, tomorrow is Thanksgiving.
I love Thanksgiving.
But, unfortunately, we impatient Americans are more loyal to seasonal retail mantras. We sprint from Halloween to Christmas and hurdle over Thanksgiving.
“Over the river and through the woods” has become a gallop to Black Friday sales.
Back on September 3, I thought I was going to have a Walter Mitty moment at Lowes.
It was 96 degrees outside, and I came upon a display of fully lit Christmas trees.
I was powerfully tempted to go purchase some chains and padlocks, and chain myself to one of those Christmas trees. Then I would start shouting—“take them down, take them down, take them down.”
But, in just a blink, reality returned.
Despite loving me and my many imperfections for forty eight years, my wife would not have bailed me out of jail for my civil disobedience.
And in just a blink, Advent and Christmas arrive.
At Trinity, our Advent theme for this Christmas is It Is Time.
In Leigh Montville’s biography of Ted Williams, the author captures Ted’s passion for fishing.
An aging Ted Williams, in the summer of 1993 makes his last fishing trip to his beloved Miramichi (mere ah me she) River in New Brunswick, Canada.
Mr. Williams states, “The greatest experience a fisherman can have is to hook an Atlantic Salmon. There is nothing else in angling like it. One word tells it all—anticipation! One word—anticipation!”
For you, me, we, us—Christmas is all about our passionate anticipation of its arrival.
Christmas is suppose to be our greatest catch.
But, in just a blink, Christmas will be gone, and we shove it back to wherever we store it.
“For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven.”
When Pat Conroy made his commencement speech at The Citadel one of the last things he told the cadets was this: “I want you to know how swift time is, and there is nothing as swift, a heartbeat, an eye blink. This is the way life is. It is the only great surprise in life.”
Pat Conroy’s wisdom about time and living is correct.
This past June, I turned seventy.
I don’t have much time left.
In just a blink, I’ll be gone.
But, before I blink out, I need a favor from you.
It is time for you, me, we, us to commit to Ecclesiastes Chapter 3.
As God and Jesus look down upon us, they need us to take the lead in helping our neighborhood, county, city, state, America, and this old world to heal, mend, and love our way to peace.
“For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven.”
Don’t waste another blink.
It is time.
Author’s note: On the evening of Wednesday, November 22, 2023, I had the privilege of being the speaker for the Thanksgiving Eve Service at Trinity United Methodist Church in Richmond, Virginia. My message is titled In Just A Blink. I hope you have a good Thanksgiving.