Growing in God's Freedom

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Worship Aid

A Chancel Drama suggestion for the sermon, "Growing In God's

Freedom," is titled "Same Old, Same Old." It is an original drama

by Arley K. Fadness.

Synopsis: A husband and wife argue about how to celebrate their

23rd wedding anniversary. Alma, the wife, likes to go to the same

romantic place where they went on their honeymoon, year after

year. George, the husband, is tired of the "same old thing" and

would rather go or do new things. The debate is seemingly

unresolved until Alma is seen looking at a brochure titled

"Tahiti" and is heard making a call to a travel agency. This

abrupt change indicates a sudden growth spurt in their

relationship.

This chancel drama is a setup for preaching to the theme of "The

Need To Feel That One Is Growing In Faith."

Same Old, Same Old

Text: John 8:31-36

Theme: The Need To Feel That One Is Growing In Faith

Characters: Alma, wife, wearing an old, outdated wig

            George, husband, wearing an old, outdated sweater

   

Tone: Humorous

Setting/Props: Home setting, telephone, large travel map

Approximate time: 5-8 minutes

Alma: Say, George.

George: Say, what?

Alma: I think it's time.

George: Time for what, dear?

Alma: You know.

George: I know?

Alma: Yes, Sweetie -- it's time ...

George and Alma: ... to plan our anniversary.

George: (Protests) But that's three months from now.

Alma: That's exactly the point.

George: Point?

Alma: We haven't much time.

George: (Groans) Three months needed for planning our 23rd

wedding anniversary and we do the same old thing again and again?

Alma: (Feigned shock) Why, Georgie -- how dare you talk

disrespectful of our sacred time together.

George: That ain't it.

Alma: Well, what is it?

George: To always go to the North Shore on our anniversary just

because ...

Alma: (Finishes his sentence) ... just because that was where we

spent our honeymoon. I thought you were in heaven on our

honeymoon, staying in that quaint cottage by the old lighthouse

and all -- water lapping on the shore while we walked in the sand

hand in hand.

George: (Stutters) W-well, yes, but ...

Alma: ... but it's always the same old thing. I know, I know.

(Phone rings. Alma answers, talking ad lib to her friend Yappy

about how she and George are planning to plan their wedding

anniversary. George rolls his eyes and performs various antics

during her conversation, implying that all this "anniversary

talk" is getting goofy.)

Alma: That was Yappy, George. I told her about our plans. Okay.

Let's eat. Supper's ready and we'll finish our discussion, eh?

(Ties bib on George, sets food in front of him, starts to feed

him)

George: Alma! I'm not an invalid. I can feed myself. I'm ...

Alma: I'm a grown man ... I know, Georgie Porgie ... I know.

(Continues to fuss over him)

George: My arm has healed, you know.

Alma: How long has it been since you broke it?

George: Two years ago last September and you still treat me like

a cripple or something ... I just ...

Alma: I just will do it myself. I know, I know. (Eats in silence)

George: Now you're mad?

Alma: Nope! (Really angry, but can't admit it)

George: About our anniversary ...

Alma: Forget it!

George: Okay -- we'll forget it.

Alma: (Changes her tune) No, no. (Condescendingly) I'll adjust.

George: (Tries to make up) North Shore's fine. September 5th.

Alma: (Warms up) Oooh, it'll be soooo romantic -- you and I --

just like 23 years ago. Gooseberry Falls, a walk along the shore,

skipping stones in the lake, watching the freighters, the sea

gulls, climbing Artist's Look Out, sketching a sunset ...

George: Twenty-three years? (Rolls eyes. Telephone rings. George

answers.) H'lo. George. George Blankly, Oh, it's you, Tom. Fine.

How are  you? Trip? With you and Gladys? Bill and Mary? Fishing,

eh?

Alma: (Looking concerned) When, George, when?

George: First weekend of September? That'll be great. Let's do

it. Thanks, Tom. Bye. (Hangs up receiver; excitedly) It's all

planned!

Alma: (Skeptically) What's planned?

George: A fishing trip to Montrose in Canada. We're going with

the Karnes and the Stoffens.

Alma: Did you consult me?

George: You love fishing.

Alma: I know, but did you consult me?

George: I know, but it's easier to ask for forgiveness than

permission sometimes.

Alma: Permission isn't the issue. What's the date, George?

George: Let's see -- first weekend in October -- ah, no. First

weekend in September.

Alma: First weekend in September!??? George, have you lost your

marbles?

George: (Stunned) Oh! That's right!

George and Alma: Our anniversary trip to North Shore.

George: Okay, okay, I'll call them back (Alma glares; George

talks on phone in low tones while Alma makes dingbat signs while

looking at the audience and pointing to George)

Alma: Can you believe that? A fishing trip on our most sacred

weekend?

George: All settled. We'll go fishing later in the fall. Now what

planning do we need to do?

Alma: Oh, George, if you're going to be so glum about this ...

George: Forget it! Maybe we should! Same old, same old ...

Alma: No, no. (Pause) By the way, how long have you worn that

same old, same old sweater? And sat in that same old, same old

chair? And smoked that same old, same old corn cob pipe?

George: What do you mean? What are you getting at?

Alma: How long, George? Answer me.

George: (Meekly) Twenty-three years or so.

Alma: Aha! Same old, same old.

George: (Defiantly) How long have you been wearing that mop -- er

-- wig?  (Exits)

Alma: (Sits for a while and thinks; jumps up) That's it! (Looks

in mirror; adjusts wig; takes new wig out of box; looks in

mirror) You know, maybe George is right. (Picks up large brochure

titled "Tahiti," reads it, picks up phone, and dials travel

agency. George reappears with a new bright sweater and new pipe

but is not seen by Alma.) Hello, Nelson's Travel Agency? Could

you give me some information on a trip for two to Tahiti?

(South Sea island music plays in the background.)

The End

Growing In God's Freedom

John 8:31-36

"So if the Son makes you free, you will be free indeed."

Brothers and Sisters in Christ,

    After worship, a little boy told the pastor: "When I grow up,

I'm going to give you some money." "Well, thank you," the pastor

replied, "but why?" "Because my daddy says you're one of the

poorest preachers we've ever had."1

    With the risk of this story in mind, I am pleased,

nevertheless, to bring you the fifth sermon in a series of six,

dealing with the spiritual needs of Americans as discovered by

George Gallup, Jr.

    This morning, we focus on the need to feel that one is

growing in faith. I begin with a song by Peter Pan.

I won't grow up.

Not a penny will I pinch.

I will never grow a mustache

or a fraction of an inch.

'Cause growing up is awfuller

than all the awful things that ever were.

I will never grow up, never grow up,

never grow up, not me!2

    So sang Peter Pan ... and for some of us it is our song. We

don't want to grow up. We do not want to face the next stage in

life. We are comfortable where we are. In fact, we don't know why

anyone would want us to change. Like Peter Pan, we express our

desire to stay just as we are.

    There was a group of Peter Pans in the New Testament. Listen

to how the author of the Letter to the Hebrews feels about

growing up in Christ, or more accurately, the lack of growing up

in faith.

For though by this time you ought to be teachers, you need

someone to teach you again the basic elements of the oracles of

God. You need milk, not solid food; for everyone who lives on

milk, being still an infant, is unskilled in the word of

righteousness. But solid food is for the mature, for those whose

faculties have been trained by practice to distinguish good from

evil. -- Hebrews 5:12-14

    The Peter Pans in the Letter to the Hebrews did not want to

grow up. Here is an example of frozen spiritual development. Here

are people who have been professing Christ for years. By this

time they ought to be teachers. They've had plenty of time, says

the writer to the Hebrews, since believing in Christ, to be able

to instruct others about the basics of the Gospel message -- but

they never left their babyhood.

    I have seen 20-, 30-, 40-, 50-year-old people who are still

lying in their baby cribs. I have been there myself -- stuck --

sitting in kindergarten -- a grown man, sucking on a baby bottle.

We keep taking classes in Christianity 101.

    And yet according to George Gallup, Jr., there are thousands

of us who actually do want to grow up. We have the urgent need to

feel that we are growing in our faith. I know I want to grow in

my faith and life. I want to grow intellectually, emotionally,

and spiritually. I do want to mature and learn and expand my

faith. Ignorance is not bliss. Immaturity is not attractive.

Peter Pan may think it's wonderful, but Wendy and her brothers,

after spending time in Never-Never Land, discover differently.3

    On this beautiful Lord's Day, we celebrate knowing three

things: We celebrate knowing we are free. We celebrate knowing we

are free to grow. And thirdly, we worship God knowing we are free

to grow up.

    We rejoice knowing we are free.

    We read in John's gospel, "If you continue in my word, you

are truly my disciples, and you will know the truth and the truth

will make you free ... so if the Son makes you free, you will be

free indeed."

    The Reformation proclaimed three major principles:

justification by grace through faith, the authority of the

Scriptures, and the universal priesthood of the baptized. This

morning we are overwhelmed by the truth of the first -- that by

God's grace in Jesus Christ we are forgiven, cleansed, healed,

made perfect and sinless. We are justified -- made right with God

-- through the cross of Christ and him crucified. God's Son has

made me free.

    There is that story told about Abraham Lincoln. "Lincoln went

down to the slave block. He saw a young girl being sold. He took

money out of his own pocket and bought her. When she was brought

to him, he said, 'Young lady, you are free.' She said, 'Please,

sir, what does that mean?' He said, 'It means you are free.'

'Does that mean,' she asked, 'that I can say whatever I want to

say?' Lincoln said, 'Yes, my dear, you can say whatever you want

to say.' 'Does that mean,' she asked, 'that I can be whatever I

want to be?' Lincoln said, 'Yes, you can be whatever you want to

be.' She asked, 'Does that mean I can go wherever I want to go?'

He said, 'Yes, you can go whenever you want to go.' And the girl,

with tears streaming down her face, said, 'Then I will go with

you.' "4

    When the Son makes you free, you are free indeed.

    We can rejoice in the second place, knowing and feeling we

are free to grow. We are either trees or posts. You can take a

tree and put it in the ground, and it begins to grow. When you

put a post in the ground, it begins to rot and decay. We are

trees or we are posts. As a pastor these years, it has been my

delight to see people in my congregation grow like trees.

Unfortunately, I have also had to witness the sad business of

watching posts decay and fade away. Are you a tree or a post?

    John Westerhoff, Christian Education Specialist, writes in

his thesis cassette series titled The Development of Faith that

faith has content and can change its characteristics through

life. Some faith developmental theorists see the Christian

believer going through various stages and levels of maturity in

life. Westerhoff pictures the analogy of a tree. "A one-ring tree

is a whole tree; has all its treehood, no less than a three-ring

tree and the same is true of faith. A tree grow one ring at a

time -- gradually -- so it is with faith." Depends on

environment, on nourishment.

    I want to be a tree. I want to celebrate that God's Son has

made me free to grow. I expect to grow ring by ring.

    Thirdly, we can rejoice this morning knowing we are free to

grow up. I'll never forget my two boy cousins, brothers who were

very nasty to each other. I remember as kids one brother shouted

to the other, on a Sunday afternoon when we were visiting, "Shut

up!" Now "shut up" was never allowed nor said in the home I grew

up in. It was close to profanity. Then my ears were shocked to

hear Charles retort back, "I don't shut up, I grow up, and when I

look at you, I throw up!"

    God calls us to maturity in our newfound freedom. Wouldn't it

be a joke, if this morning we announced a potluck for the parish

but the only food we could bring, share, and eat, would be

Gerber's baby food? The time for milk is over. We are free to

grow up!

    James Taylor says we are like naked crabs.

When you go to the seashore, every pool and puddle left by the

retreating tide seems to have a crab in it. I've seen them.

Little ones scuttle sideways, squeezing under rocks, peeking out

from a patch of seaweed, occasionally venturing out to nibble on

some unsuspecting human toe. Now and then you may see bigger

crabs, in deeper, safer pools. With great majesty they wave their

huge claws as a warning to stay clear.

    On the beach, shells of crabs lie washed up by the waves.

Some are from crabs that died. Others are simply discarded, a

dwelling too small for its growing occupant. That's how crabs

grow bigger  -- when their shells get too tight, they split the

shell open and grow a new one.5

    I've never talked to a crab. But I imagine the process of

splitting open a shell must be painful. I'm sure that until they

grow a new shell, they feel terribly defenseless and vulnerable.

They're literally naked. That's how we feel when we crack open

our shells.

    Our shells aren't visible, like the crab's. But they are

there, just the same, shells formed by years of habit, shells

that protect us from other people, shells that are the roles we

play as parents or children or bosses or employees. Every now and

then, we crack our shells open and emerge into a new world,

quivering and defenseless. Teenagers do it as they become adults.

No wonder, James Taylor says, they get crabby. I did it in the

'60s when I had to think new thoughts about race relations and

war. Adults do it as they learn to quit running their children's

lives. Or when they lose their jobs, or divorce strikes, or a

spouse dies, or one's home burns up, or when an investment fails.

    But we are free to grow up and bear fruit by the grace of

God.

    I remember Norman. He and his wife were in our Twelves group

in a past parish. This particular group consisted of Lutheran and

Roman Catholic mixed couples. They met together in homes,

discussed the faith -- both similarities and differences -- and

prayed together. One night Norman said, "I always prayed for the

conversion of my Lutheran wife (to Roman Catholicism) and now I

pray a different prayer -- a prayer for growth and deeper

understanding in the common faith."

    God never leaves us as God finds us.

    I am changing, by the grace of God and by the movement of the

Holy Spirit. God is maturing me. I am not today what I was

yesterday, nor what I'll be tomorrow.

    So I will celebrate. I am free. God's Son has made me free,

free to grow, free to grow up in Christ. Amen.

____________

1. "The Joyful Noiseletter," Volume 8, No. 9, November, 1993.

2. Faith at Work, Volume 104, No. 1, Jan/Feb 1991, p. 3.

3. FAW, Volume 104, No. 1, Jan/Feb 1991, p. 3.

4. Source unknown.

5. Parable by James Taylor titled "Naked Crabs."

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