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SERMONS 

FROM   RIVERSIDE 

ON  WAKING  TO  THE  'AH!'  OF  THINGS 

"Then  Jacob  awoke  from  his  sleep  and  said3 

1 'Surely  the  Lord  is  in  this  iplaee3   and  I 

did  not  know  it!1"  Genesis  28:16 

Dr.  Ernest  T.  Campbell 


THE  RIVERSIDE 
CHURCH  IN  THE 
CITY  OF  NEW  YORK 


DECEMBER  2S   1973 


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ON  WAKING  TO  THE  'AH!'  OF  THINGS 

"Then  Jacob  awoke  from  his  sleep  and  said3 
'Surely  the  Lord  is  in  this  place 3   and  I 
did  not  know  it!'"  Genesis  28:16 


"Have  you  noticed  how  clean  and  glistening  the 
cobble  stones  in  the  street  are  after  the  rain?  And 
flowers?  No  word  can  describe  them.   One  can  only  ex- 
claim Ah!  in  admiration.   You  must  learn  to  understand 
the  Ah!  of  things."   These  are  the  words  of  a  Zen  mas- 
ter.  They  came  to  me  by  way  of  Alan  Torey,  a  friend 
--  an  Australian  by  birth,  a  preacher  by  training,  cur- 
rently teaching  in  a  college  on  the  West  Coast  —  who 
has  just  written  a  highly  original  book  entitled, 
Wonder .    "You  must  learn  to  understand  the  Ah!  of 
things." 


We  live  in  an  age  more  accurately  characterized 
by  Blah  than  Ah!   Both  exclamations  are  phonetically 
close  but  that  is  their  only  similarity. 

Our  television  sets  have  progressed  from  black  and 
white  to  color,  but  our  daily  lives  have  regressed  from 
color  to  black  and  white!   We  deal  more  and  more  with 
faceless  corporations.   Spend  unnumbered  hours  each 
year  filling  out  devilishly  inquisitive  forms.   Our 
eyes  strain  to  read  the  digits  by  which  computers  know 
us.   Just  as  plastics  have  triumphed  over  wood,  so  ar- 
tificiality has  taken  the  measure  of  genuineness  in 
human  affairs. 

In  the  interest  of  efficiency,  Post  Offices  no 
longer  mark  a  letter  by  its  place  of  origin.   It  is  as 
though  our  mail  came  from  zones  instead  of  people.  The 
romance  has  all  but  disappeared  from  the  telephone. 
Why,  years  ago  in  New  York  City  exchanges  like  Rhine- 
lander,  Tompkins  Square,  Algonquin,  Wadsworth,  Gramercy. 
Murray  Hill,  University  lent  their  charm  to  human  con- 
tacts. Now  seven  numbers  are  all  one  needs  to  know. 


Add  to  this  the  stress  that  is  placed  on  produc- 
tion in  our  society.   The  need  to  make,  the  need  to 
succeed,  the  need  to  achieve,  the  need  to  amass,  store 
up,  acquire  and  display  have  a  way  of  disqualifying  us 
for  reflection  and  anesthetizing  the  faculty  of  awe. 

Add  one  thing  more,  the  loss  of  a  sense  of  the 
holy  in  American  religious  experience.   Sincerely  moti- 
vated to  render  God  contemporary,  we  have  managed  by 
all  manner  of  gimcrackery  to  trivialize  the  holy,  re- 
duce prayer  to  an  exercise  in  slang  and  make  worship 
either  coldly  rational  or  unintelligible'  emotional. 

I  heard  it  said  in  seriousness  the  other  day  that 
the  rise  of  the  charismatic  movement  in  the  Roman 
Catholic  church  can  be  traced,  at  least  in  part,  to 
the  abandonment  of  the  Latin  mass.   We  live  in  an  age 
more  conducive  to  Blah  than  Ah! 


Tear  that  picture  from  the  pad  and  on  a  fresh 
sheet  construct  another  scene.   A  young  man  is  travel- 
ing alone  on  a  long  journey.   He  has  left  home  under 
less  than  happy  circumstances.   Largely  on  his  mother's 
advice  he  deceived  his  brother  and  gained  the  family 
birthright  falsely.   He  heads  for  Haran  --  there  to 
stay  with  an  uncle  until  his  brother  cools. 

Night  falls  and  Jacob  commandeers  a  stone  for  a 
pillow  and  prepares  to  sleep.   As  he  sinks  into  uncon- 
sciousness he  discovers  himself  present  at  an  unutter- 
able sight.   He  envisions  a  staircase  linking  earth  to 
heaven  and  on  it  angels  descending  and  ascending.  Above 
it  all  stood  the  Lord. 

Then  a  voice  said,  "I  am  the  Lord,  the  God  of 
Abraham  your  father  and  the  God  of  Isaac;  the  land  on 
which  you  lie  I  will  give  to  you  and  to  your  descen- 
dants... and  by  you  shall  all  the  families  of  the  earth 
be  blest."  The  story  of  Jacob's  life  is  interpreted  for 
him.   Those  little  episodes  of  dirty  tricks  are  gather- 
ed now  into  the  larger  purposes  of  God.  The  what  and 
how  of  things  are  enlightened  by  the  why  and  who. 

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His  destiny  is  announced:  "I  will  give  you  and 
your  followers  this  land."  A  presence  is  promised  him: 
"Behold ,  I  am  with  you  and  will  keep  you  wherever  you 
go."  Not  bad  for  one  night's  sleep! 

Then  Jacob,  awaking  from  his  sleep, said,  Ah!... 
Ah!...   "Surely  the  Lord  is  in  this  place  and  I  knew 
it  not . "  He  was  afraid  and  said  5  "How  awesome  is  this 
place.   This  is  none  other  than  the  house  of  God.   And 
this  is  the  gate  of  heaven."  And  he  called  the  name  of 
the  place  Bethel  which  means  house  of  God. 


Don't  say  it!   Please  don't  say  it!   You  must  nev- 
er say  it!   "That  couldn't  happen  to  me!"   It  is  God's 
nature  to  come,  to  speak,  to  illumine.   Sometimes  in  a 
flaming  bush,  sometimes  in  a  still  small  voice,  some- 
times in  earthquake,  wind  or  fire.   Here  in  an  urban 
temple,  there  on  an  open  road.   This  time  in  a  subway, 
next  on  a  lunch  hour  break  in  Battery  Park ! 

Marghanita  Laski  has  made  a  study  of  ecstasy.  She 
suggests  that  ecstasy  can  be  triggered  by  such  things 
as  natural  scenery,  such  as  fine  weather,  being  near 
the  sea,  and  so  on;  sexual  love  involving  the  total 
person;  childbirth,  especially  the  sight  of  the  first 
child;  exercise  and  movement,  such  as  swimming  or  fly- 
ing; religion,  such  as  being  in  vespers  in  a  foreign 
cathedral;  art,  especially  religious  art;  scientific 
knowledge,  such  as  solving  a  difficult  mathematical 
problem;  poetic  knowledge;  creative  works,  such  as  sud- 
denly being  able  to  express  something  in  permanent  form: 
recollection  and  introspection,  such  as  calling  up  viv- 
id images  from  the  past;  beauty  and  the  encounter  of 
the  beautiful.  1 

We  are  not  required  to  create  the  Ah!  occasions. 
They  are  already  there.   We  simply  have  to  learn  to 
wonder  as  we  wander  and  recognize  them  when  they  hap- 
pen.  What  you  see  is  what  you  get .   And  what  you  want 
is  what  you  see! 


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Today  is  the  first  Sunday  in  Advent.  Twenty-three 
days  from  now  we  will  celebrate  the  birth  of  Jesus. 
You  can  fill  those  intervening  days  with  the  busyness 
that  is  manufactured  by  custom.   Or  you  can  let  the 
glory  of  the  story  possess  you,  illumine  for  you  your 
past,  your  present,  your  future. 

In  a  matter  of  minutes  we  will  gather  about  the 
table  of  the  Lord  where  God's  presence  is  both  pledged 
and  concentrated.   For  some  it  will  be  a  Blah  occasion. 
For  many  it  can  be  a  time  of  waking  to  the  Ah!  of  bread 
and  cup.   Don't  let  the  mechanics  of  communion  distract 
you.   Pay  them  no  mind.   The  ministers  know  the  words. 
The  deacons  know  their  routes.   The  organist  knows  his 
instrument.   Give  yourself  not  to  such.   Rather  open 
yourself  to  the  wonder  of  what  is  present  here. 

Sam  Keen  has  said,  "To  wonder  is  to  die  to  the 
self,  to  cease  to  impose  categories,  and  to  surrender 
the  self  to  the  object.   Such  a  risk  is  taken  only  be- 
cause there  is  the  promise  of  the  resurrection  of 
meaning."  2_ 

Some  years  ago  I  had  the  pleasure  of  visiting  the 
city  of  Romsey  in  southern  England  --a  community  not 
too  far  north  of  Southampton,  a  port  of  embarkation 
for  many  travelers  over  many  years.   It  was  then  with 
more  than  common  interest  that  I  picked  up  a  book  by 
Hugh  Ross  Williamson,  an  Anglican  cleric,  whose  father 
had  been  a  Congregational  minister  in  that  city  fifty 
years  ago.   Almost  to  the  anniversary  day  of  his  fa- 
ther's installation  in  the  Congregational  Chapel, 
Williamson  found  himself  preaching  in  Romsey  Abbey. 
Let  him  tell  you  how  he  felt :  "When  the  evening  came 
and  I  walked  slowly  in  procession  from  the  sacristy, 
holding  my  father's  sermon  case,  I  was  cold  with  fear. 
The  whole  weight  of  the  Abbey's  ages  was  on  me,  its 
child,  and  its  very  familiarity  was  the  most  frighten- 
ing thing  of  all. 

"The  nave  was  crowded.  It  seemed  that  Romsey  had 
decided  to  come  to  church  —  but,  once  I  was  in  the 
pulpit,  all  apprehension  vanished.   It  was,  after  all, 
only  a  simple  family  affair.   I  discarded  the  carefully 

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prepared  sermon  and.  spoke  as  simply  as  I  could.  Almost 
as  if  I  were  explaining  to  my  father  and  to  Gran  why 
I  was  there. 

"Except 9  of  course,  that  they  would  by  now  under- 
stand far  better  than  I  did  how  bread  and  wine  had  to 
be  the  Body  and  Blood  of  God  and  why  that  was  the  cen- 
tral fact  of  all  history  and  all  life."  3 

"Surely  the  Lord  is  in  this  place." 


FOOTNOTES : 

1.  Oates,  Wayne  E. >   The  Psychology  of  Religion 
pp.  244-45,  Word  Books,  Waco,  Tex,  1973 

2.  Keen,  Sam,  Apology  for  Wonder,  pp  27-31, 
Harper  S  Row,  New  York,  1970 

3.  Williamson,  Hugh  Ross,  The  Walled  Garden, 
p.  43,  The  Macmillan  Company,  New  York  1957 


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