See the Marks

A very personal sermon for me, as much about my own spiritual journey as about that of Thomas the Apostle.

The Hunters

Once upon a time, a group of men went out to hunt. They were good at it, and used their gift of hunting to provide lavishly for their families. Each day was spent combing the forest trails for game, and as they were able to fell deer, elk, rabbits, and the like, they treated the meat so it would not spoil on the journey back to their village. Each night after the hunt was spent around a campfire telling stories, enjoying each other’s company, caring for their weapons and tools, and enjoying the fruits of their labors. It was a good life.

One day, one of the hunters fell ill, and stayed behind in camp to get well again. Several weeks went by, and while the other hunters swore he looked fit enough to hunt again, he insisted he was still unable to handle the strain of hunting. Another week, and while he felt better, he insisted he must now hone his tools again, as they had become worn. Another hunter began to stay behind with him, hoping to convince him to hunt again. But after so many weeks out of practice, the one convinced the other it might be best just to let him tend the camp. The second agreed, and decided it might be best that two stayed there, as a camp can easily fall into disrepair.

 One by one, the hunters began to find excuses to stay back in camp. After all, they had quite a bit of game already, and decided to live off of what they had already obtained.

Months passed, and one day, a woman stumbled into camp, looking weary and famished. The hunters welcomed her in, and offered her venison, but she refused. “I come on behalf of the families you left behind,” she said, “while you sit here and enjoy your meat, we sit in our village starving. Why have you not come home with the food you promised to provide?”

The hunters began to give her their reasoning, but after a while, she held up her hand to silence them. 

“You do not deserve to be called hunters,” she said, “you say you hunt, but all you do is sit around telling stories of past hunts. You are quite right, a good camp is a necessary thing. But what good is a camp if you do not use it as a place to rest after the hunt? What good is it if you do not prepare to hunt again? And what good is it if you do not leave it each day to do the very thing with which you were tasked?”

Helium

This weekend was Pentecost, that time of year when we celebrate the birth of the church and the coming of the Spirit to aid us. As far as I’m concerned, that deserves a little pomp, or at least some festivity. Cake would’ve been nice, but we didn’t think of that at the time. But after seeing a friend's idea for ascension Sunday, we thought say “hey, balloons would be cool.” And so a dream was born early in the week to make our sanctuary look a little bit party-like, with orange and red and yellow balloons to symbolize both tongues of fire and the birthday-like holiday we were celebrating.

We inflated a LOT of balloons!

I spent a few hours searching Olathe and Shawnee for a place to get everything together, but ended up getting helium from two different Walmarts in their party section (self-contained helium balloon kits, though the balloons were pretty lame inside), and then the packages of balloons from a party store. I managed to convince a few friends in the church to help get everything set up the night before, so we set ourselves up in a room with a relatively low ceiling (don’t let those things go in a room that’s too big, you’ll never get them back) and inflated roughly 130 balloons with helium. These were tied into bunches of six (arranging the balloons at different levels in the bunch to give a teardrop shape) and then a weight was put at the end of the string.

We staggered them on either side of the aisles in our sanctuary, making sure our live-feed camera still had a clear shot of the stage, set the stage lighting to matching colors, and went home exhausted but excited.

The original vision was supposed to look like this

Then I got to the church building this morning.

Not a happy sight this morning

It turns out I should’ve read the boxes a little more closely. Apparently, latex balloons are only meant to last about 5-7 hours when inflated with helium, depending on the quality of the latex. In other words, not enough time to last a night.  The balloons were laying in little heaps on the floor next to each pew, though a few (I would wager these were over-filled the night before) were barely floating above them, and even these were on the floor by the end of the morning.

Our little balloon puddle

I'm not gonna lie, I felt a little queasy when I saw this whole thing. Here, a group of volunteers had put in hours of their time to make something beautiful and before we could use it, it was ruined.  I had to sit down for a few minutes, then went in search of our youth pastor. Lacking any other ideas for how to salvage this little conundrum, Tom and I dragged the balloons back into the choir room. Then, before our modern gathering, as I related my morning to one of our creative team, she suggested pooling the balloons at several places on stage.  It ended up looking rather nice, though not quite as I’d envisioned the whole thing in the first place.

The End Result

The moral of the story, I suppose, is make sure you read up on the whole process, even if it’s a last-minute idea. Still, I learned a bunch, particularly that there are people willing to help with setup for some of this stuff - to you who helped, thank you for your efforts!  I will say this; the space ended up looking beautiful, and people were still together to worship the Creator.  It's a good reminder to me that it wasn't my efforts, but the Spirit we were celebrating, Who makes worship possible.  Not an easy thing to learn, and a lesson of which I seem to need regular reminders.

There are, of course, always the little things that help us.  One of our creative team texted me later to say "I've got it, it's all a wonderful representation of the Holy Spirit descending from heaven to earth."

It made me feel better, at least.