Second Sunday after Epiphany – January 15, 2023

John 1:29-42

 

 

The two disciples said to him: “Rabbi” – which means Teacher – “where are you staying?” Jesus said to them: “Come and see.”

 

Jose Hobday…A friend of mine who was a Roman Catholic Nun…joined the Saints of Heaven a Few years ago.

  • She grew up in the Southwest.
  • She shared with me a liminal experience she had on a Saturday when she was being very difficult.
  • She said: It was summer.
  • And it was time to go out and play.
  • And my friend Wauneta was coming over…but she was not coming yet.
  • And I was getting more and more upset…And more and more obnoxious.
  • But instead of being helpful and generous around the house I was yammering.
  • Where is Wauneta…Where is Wauneta…
  • And I went on and on like this.

 

And daddy after a certain amount of this said…

  • Joe…go get a blanket…a book and an apple…and get in the car.
  • And I said:
  • I can’t…Wauneta is coming over and we have a busy day planned.
  • And my father said…do as I told you.
  • And he was big…6’4” …you know…you kind of think it over.

 

I was 12 at this time.

  • So…I did…I went and got a book…an apple and a blanket.
  • And I was kind of all the way…just crumbling along.
  • And then he drove me about 8 miles from home.
  • Down to a canyon rim.
  • And it was very…very…desolate.

 

And he said: Get out…and take your blanket and your book and your apple.

  • We cannot stand you.
  • I do not want you around for the day.
  • You stay out here and figure out what makes you decent to live with.
  • What makes you decent to be with.
  • And I’ll come back and pick you up at six o’clock tonight.

 

Well…I thought…the heck with him.

  • The nerve of him.
  • I got out of that car and took my stuff.
  • And I was really mad.
  • And I thought…I’ll walk home.
  • I’ll show him.

 

And I looked out and I saw the dust of the car going across that desert road.

  • And I was really upset…I was really frustrated.
  • So…I started to cry.
  • And I cried until I remembered there was no audience.
  • You know…any good cry loses force if there is nobody to appreciate your agony.
  • But I could not get these feelings worked out.

 

So…I took the blanket and the apple…and the book and I just pitched them over the edge of the canyon as far as I could.

  • And it was a long way down.
  • But that didn’t satisfy.
  • I stamped around up there…I was frustrated…I was mad.
  • I thought…the nerve of him.
  • I’ll walk home.
  • And then I thought of him when I got there.
  • And I decided I would not walk home.
  • And I felt I was stuck…for the day.

 

Well…I fooled around like that for about three or four hours.

  • Until it was noon.
  • And I got so hungry…I was looking over the edge of that canyon.
  • To see where that apple rolled.
  • So…I finally crawled down…and I recovered my book and my blanket and my apple.

 

I climbed back up and spread out that blanket under a pinion tree.

  • I’ll never forget the blanket.
  • It was a Native American patterned blanket.
  • Red and blue with green and black borders.
  • It was not a good blanket because you did not haul off good blankets to take to the desert.

 

I spread it under that pinyon tree…and it was the only tree around there.

  • And I can still see the gum on the bark.
  • And I took that book and I lay down to eat that apple.
  • And once I got myself in a position of up-ness…
  • Once I looked up through that pinion…
  • And saw that blue sky…
  • And the clouds were there…and it was peaceful.
  • And I was not…I did not fit.
  • For the first time…in all that space of the day…I began to look at myself.

 

And it did not take me too long to see that I was not fit to live with.

  • That nobody wanted me around the house…
  • Acting like that…talking like that…being difficult like that.

 

But the longer I lay…and the more I admitted that was not the way to act…

  • The more the sky and the world began to talk to me…
  • Saying…Come and see.
  • Come and you will see.

 

I got a sense of peace…and then I got to thinking about God.

  • And then I got to thinking about getting this sense of peace more.
  • And that’s when I got my first understanding of contemplative prayer.
  • God was saying to me…come and see.
  • There was an experience of solitude…
  • That was not empty…that was really good.
  • It was good to be there.
  • I did not mind it.
  • I saw things that I had never seen before.
  • Come and see.
  • I got a sense of peace and wellbeing.

 

I began to like daddy again.

  • And by the time he came to pick me up…
  • I knew I had been wrong.
  • I got in that car.
  • I did not have to say anything.
  • He did not have to say anything to me.

 

But the impact was that from then on.

  • Until I graduated from high school.
  • All during the summer…once a week.
  • I would take a day and wander out by myself.
  • I packed a lunch.
  • And took a jug of water.

 

But I went out by myself…and I finally got so I did not even need a book.

  • I could just be alone…for a day.
  • I could walk.
  • I could look over the rim.
  • I could watch the hawks sailing.
  • And not be lonely.
  • And not be afraid.
  • Come and see.
  • Be still and know that I am God.
  • Come and see.
  • Jesus teaches us this kind of oscillation.
  • Constantly engaged and forever withdrawing.
  • Come and see.

 

Jesus invites the first disciples…and us…

  • To “come and see” the good things that we have shut out of our lives.
  • Jesus invites us to break out of the emptiness that imprisons our spirits and hearts.
  • Jesus said: “Come and see.”