This Gloriously Broken House: Haggai 2:1-9

 Fifth Sunday of Ordinary Time

in the seventh month, on the twenty-first day of the month, the word of the Lord came by the prophet Haggai, saying: “Speak now to Zerubbabel son of Shealtiel, governor of Judah, and to Joshua son of Jehozadak, the high priest, and to the remnant of the people, and say: Who is left among you who saw this house in its former glory? How does it look to you now? Is it not in your sight as nothing? Yet now take courage, O Zerubbabel, says the Lord; take courage, O Joshua, son of Jehozadak, the high priest; take courage, all you people of the land, says the Lord; work, for I am with you, says the Lord of hosts, according to the promise that I made you when you came out of Egypt. My spirit abides among you; do not fear. For thus says the Lord of hosts: Once again, in a little while, I will shake the heavens and the earth and the sea and the dry land, and I will shake all the nations, so that the treasure of all nations will come, and I will fill this house with splendor, says the Lord of hosts. The silver is mine, and the gold is mine, says the Lord of hosts. The latter splendor of this house shall be greater than the former, says the Lord of hosts, and in this place I will give prosperity, says the Lord of hosts.” (NRSVUE)

 

          I am finishing my MBA, a degree I’m earning because we seem to have realized that churches operate as businesses and no amount of my knowledge of Greek declensions helps me make informed decisions on mortgage payments or human resource training (although finance meetings are, occasionally, about as brain-bending as a declension chart).  I’ve started the capstone course just this week, a class in which we are divided into teams to compete against each other as athletic shoe companies.  I’m highly amused to be selling fictitious shoes during the week and preaching about a Guy Who washed feet on the weekends, but life is odd like that.

          The thing about doing an MBA as a pastor is that I am never looking at the same end goal as the assignment.  For this simulation, I need to end the course with certain stock value, image rating, return on investment, credit score, and earning reports.  My imaginary shareholder is my guide to passing the class, and I get that; I understand the need for a company to be fiscally sound, to be productive in the usual financial sense.  But when I read things like today’s text from the prophet Haggai, I wonder what would happen if my company made all of three cents but changed the world, helped a city, refused to be part of the fast fashion circuit that so often ends with landfills of last year’s trends.

          You know, the social justice-y stuff.  I’m fairly certain Jeremy warned you that I would be preaching about the social justice-y stuff.

          The funny thing about the prophet Haggai is that he isn’t preaching the social justice-y stuff.  Haggai’s book—one of the shortest in our Scriptures, clocking in at only two chapters, 37 verses—is not like the call to righteousness and community caretaking that, say, Isaiah or Joel or Zechariah, his contemporaries, are.  In fact, Haggai has one goal: rebuild the Temple.  Unlike many of the books of our Bible, we know exactly when this one was written; Haggai tells us.  The season and kings mentioned put it at 520 BCE, in the reign of the Persian King Darius I, grandson of the guy who released the Hebrew elite from their Babylonian captivity.[1]  The context matters because it was the Babylonians who tore down the Temple in the first place, in 587.  The rubble has been lying there for nearly 70 years by the time Haggai arrives on scene to chastise the high priest and the king about why there is still no Temple. 

          The first chapter of Haggai is that chastisement; if we say we are the people of God but don’t give God a place to be, what are we doing?  This second chapter begins with worry about what this new Temple will look like.  It’s a pale imitation of Solomon’s original; they didn’t have the time, people, or materials that the original had—their shareholders would be deeply disappointed by this particular ROI—and some are lamenting that it doesn’t count, that God wouldn’t want a knockoff version like this, why even bother.  “Is it not in your sight as nothing?” says Haggai to the people who have looked at the effort and said that the old one had beautiful carpet, had better windows, had altars that people really appreciated.  These newfangled churches—ah, sorry, this newfangled temple just didn’t cut it.  It was nothing, in their sight.

          Today is the first Sunday of the new United Methodist appointment year.  It’s the beginning of my second year of being the associate pastor at Ann Arbor First, so of course I’m spending it here at Court Street.  The UMC highly prizes the nature of our connectionality; no congregation stands alone, no one building represents the totality of the denomination.  I am as much a UMC pastor here as I am in Ann Arbor, and I am appointed to the Church across the world before I’m appointed to the local congregation.  That’s how we understand each other—where two or more are gathered in Christ’s name, that’s church.

          It might seem counterintuitive to be preaching Haggai on a Sunday important to connectionalism, but Haggai’s words here remind us that it was never completely about the Temple.  Like my MBA course that states a goal of higher stock dividends while I’m actually learning how to responsibly steward a church that acts as the Body of Christ, like the reality that some of our churches will never live up to the image we hold of what a church “should” look like, Haggai was using the rebuilding of the Temple to remind the people who and Whose they were.  “Take courage, all you people of the land, says the Lord; work, for I am with you, says the Lord of hosts, according to the promise that I made you when you came out of Egypt. My spirit abides among you; do not fear.”  Or, as Dr. John Hulbert of Southern Methodist University puts it, “The bricks and mortar of any building have no meaning apart from the conviction that God has brought us out of the bondage of Egypt and remains with us still. No matter what this building looks like, God is here, and God is working.”[2]

          A couple of days ago, there was a slew of decisions that came from the U.S. Supreme Court whose repercussions will be felt for years.  The majority-conservative court ruled against affirmative action as a guiding category in college admissions, shutting down the awareness of systemic racism in balancing the disparity of student entrance;[3] the court ruled for commercial businesses to refuse to do business with LGBTQ customers if they did not want to work with us; and it ruled against the president’s attempts at action alleviating the burden of student debt.  These rulings have shaken the idea of liberty and justice for all, allowing deep-seated discrimination in education and commerce to continue and flourish.[4]  They have desecrated the concept of the temple to justice that the court was modeled on in its architecture; they have privileged the amount of shoes sold over any attempt to wash the feet of the weary.

          Joel and Isaiah and Zechariah would have words specifically for the rulings, for the companies, for the ways in which the last and the least are being forcefully shoved even further back.  Haggai, though, brings us back to the idea that building a Temple is the concrete recognition that God is here in the middle of the hopelessness and the weariness.  We as Christians do not have the same relationship to our churches as the Hebrew people did their Temple, no matter how much we idolize the buildings we call holy; they are important, these sanctuaries that house our worship, and we grieve when they are closed or sold, but they are not the core identity of Christianity in anywhere near the same sense.  Yet we, too, can learn from Haggai; we, too, come to all the places that we call church even if it’s a church that some see as nothing in their eyes and are reminded that God’s Spirit abides among us; do not fear. 

          When we speak out against injustice whatever its form, just like our United Methodist baptismal and membership vows promise we will, God’s Spirit abides among us.  When we refuse to privilege money over mercy, God’s Spirit abides among us.  When we connect to each other not only across cities but across the world as the full and holy Body of Christ transforming the world as God transforms us, God’s Spirit abides among us.  When the Church becomes a temple not to our crystallized understanding of an idealized Christianity that offers communion without compassion but to the God Who loves beyond measure and welcomes all to the table to be fed until they hunger and thirst no more, then we will know truly that God has shaken the heavens and the earth, the seas and the dry land, and filled this house of many rooms with splendor beyond description. 

          What if we build that temple, Church, that is not made of bricks and mortar but of blessing and miracles?  What if we look at the world that says only the best and most ostentatious will do and say instead that we will build that which heals, which brings peace no matter how it looks or how great its stock portfolio is?

          “In this place I will give prosperity, says the Lord of hosts.”  Most translations go with “peace” as the thing given; I’m not sure why the NRSV and the CEB chose “prosperity.”  The Hebrew is shalom; peace, prosperity, but also wholeness, completeness, a sense of being settled deep in one’s core.[5]  The new temple that Haggai champions may look sad and paltry compared to the old one, but what God is going to do with it, and through it, and with and through the people who build it and worship in it and are changed by the awareness of the God to Whom it points—that will be restoration in a way the original Temple never achieved.  The way we do church now will never look like the four staff pastors and the cross on every corner and the fifty kids in Sunday school again, but that doesn’t mean God isn’t at work here, shaking our limited concepts of what God can do.  The shifting sands of protection and justice in our nation may feel unsteady under our feet, but that doesn’t mean that God is done working shalom, peace into the world God is always bringing back to Godself no matter our self-important rulings of discrimination.

          On this Sunday, in our connection not only to The United Methodist Church but to the whole of the Church called Christian across all denominations and times, we are taking communion.  As part of the ritual, we repeat Christ’s words to remember, every single time, that this binds us together as the Body, as a people with whom God dwells.  All are welcome; take courage, beloved of God, for the table is laid for you and God meets you here and walks with you no matter what temples you may or may not build or tear down in your life.  Take courage, beloved of God, for the cup is poured for you in recognition that shalom is offered as often as you drink of it.  Take courage, beloved of God, for God is not done with us yet, this broken and crumbling Church that we are, this pale imitation of our gilded memories, this beautiful and glorious possibility of all that is yet to come.  Thanks be to God that we are still building, still being built, and that our hope is never lost.  Amen.

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