Scripture
reading: Genesis 16:1-16
One of my
oldest and best friends is a farmer who’s got some walnut orchards. Like most walnut
growers he’s got a big, elaborate machine, almost as tall and as long as a
house, for removing the hulls from walnuts.
Tall Timber Ranch Leavenworth, WA October 2016 |
This
machine is called a “huller”. My friend’s huller broke down this harvest
because, the last time a couple of important parts had come apart, he fastened
them in place with a vice grip, and (now) three or four years later, that vice
grip wore out.
This time
he fixed it by welding the loose parts together. My friend is a very good, and
serious, and successful farmer, and that’s how they often do things.
The
summer of my twenty-first year, I was working for a farmer who owned two
tractors and neither of those tractors had breaks worth a hoot. Stepping on the
brake accomplished absolutely nothing. You had to stand on the break with your
left foot while you stood on the clutch with your right foot, and the tractor
would gradually come to a stop.
I was
coming around the corner, into the big farm shop, to park my tractor where I
usually parked it and, as I drove in, I suddenly noticed the farmer standing
there beside his truck in my spot. I stood up on the brake, and I stood on the
clutch, and I gradually came to a stop, but not before I hit the rear bumper of
the pickup.
The
farmer was standing right there, and he yelled something I don’t remember, and he
jumped backward about five feet. I had to think of something to say. So I said
that I had tried to stop in time but the brakes didn’t work.
The
farmer knew that the breaks on the tractors didn’t work, and he knew why they
didn’t work. He was a good, and serious, and successful farmer, and that’s how
they often do things.
They
neglect what holds everything together. They take shortcuts and people crash.
Well, it’s
not just farmers. It’s true of humans in general. It’s human nature. It’s
something we often laugh and shake our heads at. It’s something we can sometimes
get angry and bitter about. It’s something we sometimes call sin.
It’s only
a small part of how we get in trouble, and how we make a mess of our own lives,
and a mess of other people’s lives. It’s how we crash into each other. This is only
a small part of how Abraham, and Sarah, and their slave girl Hagar, and a tiny
unseen presence named Ishmael got in trouble.
I suppose
some of their trouble was God’s fault. After all, God had gotten their hopes
up. The Lord had gotten them thinking about strange and crazy things. The Lord
had gotten this old couple, and their kinfolk and servants, thinking about
becoming a great nation, a blessing to the whole world and, strangest of all,
God had gotten them thinking about babies. What on earth was God thinking?
The Lord
was more or less hanging around, talking to them, acting like he was going to
make something special out of them, acting like he loved them, and going around
making lots of things happen: making everything happen but babies.
If God
hadn’t shown up, they would have gotten used to things as they were, and just
made the best of it as they could. They wouldn’t have tried something so
stupid; or maybe they would have tried it anyway.
Sarah
decided that, if they were going to have a baby, the way the Lord said they
would, it would have to be by means of a surrogate mother in the form of a
second wife: in this case a slave wife, but that was the way things worked in
that part of the ancient world of their day. It was actually legal, and normal,
and moral. Abraham’s grandson Jacob started married life with two wives, and
ended up with four, but that’s another story.
It needs
to be said that, although having more than one wife was not unusual, even in
the Bible, the tell-tale sign is that, whenever it happened, trouble always
came of it. It always came from trouble, and it always made matters worse.
It was
like the phrase that kids use, and that their parents dread to hear: everybody’s
doing it. The trouble is that it’s always trouble when God’s people take to
heart what everybody’s doing.
It’s only
a wonder that Sarah didn’t get the idea sooner. It was one more sign that she
and Abraham were late bloomers.
Sarah
thought of it, and talked Abraham into going along with her plan, and both of
them could have said that they didn’t know any better. God hadn’t told them not
to do it. This is another childish thing, but we all know that growing up is
vastly overrated.
The truth
is that God didn’t tell them not to do it. In fact, the Lord didn’t tell
Abraham that Sarah had to be the mother of the blessed baby until the next
chapter of Genesis; the chapter after this story. But we can’t read the story
of this big mistake without getting the feeling that they somehow should have
known better.
It’s like
the story of the young boy in the good old days of chores. His mother told him
to take the rug out of his bedroom and hang it on the clothesline and beat it.
The boy hung up the rug like his mother said, and then he didn’t do his work.
He disappeared for the rest of the day, and then he came home before supper
time holding his baseball bat and his glove. His mother scolded him as he came
in, “Didn’t it tell you to go and beat your rug?” “No mom, you told me to hang
the rug up and beat it!”
Abraham
and Sarah were about as good Christians as you could have found nearly four
thousand years ago. So we can see how Christian peer pressure can go wrong. We
can care about God’s purpose in our lives, and in our fellowship, and make the
absolutely selfish and ugly choice of directions. And then we can make it
worse. Being more or less in the will of God, as you might say it, is no
protection from our worst selves.
We don’t
see Abraham at his worst here, but he comes pretty close to it. In his outward
circumstances, he was living a blessed life and a successful life, and he got
God’s blessings and his apparent success mixed up. There in the tent, with
Sarah, Abraham was at his least successful and he wanted no part of it.
Abraham neglected
to give her the good influence that he should have brought to Sarah, just as should
have brought her good influences to him. They both reneged on their care for
each other.
The way
Sarah blamed Abraham for doing what she asked, and the way Abraham dismisses it
all, says it all. They cared about themselves more than they cared about each
other. Nothing good can come from that.
The slave
girl Hagar did nothing more than to live up to the example set by her mistress
and master. Sarah could do something Hagar couldn’t do by giving her to an old
man. And, when she got pregnant, Hagar showed Sarah that she was thinking, “Maybe
you can do some things I can’t do, but I can do something you can’t do!”
Yes, she
was living up to their example, and so Sarah gave her more of it. She started
slapping Hagar around, and probably she said plenty of things that hurt Hagar worse
than the slapping.
Something
about the slapping surprised me. I call it slapping. It has to do with Sarah’s hands.
What
surprised me is that the angel of the Lord, this mysterious spiritual
messenger, told Hagar to go back and submit to her. Most translations say something
like this: “Go back to your mistress and submit to her.” But the Hebrew says,
in essence: “Go back and submit to her hands.” (Genesis 16:9) The hand thing has
got to be a slapping thing, or something worse.
I would
never tell anyone to go and stay in an abusive relationship. As a pastor, I had
to figure this out really fast, because my first church was in a community
where there was a lot of abuse in many different forms. It was a rough town.
When I
was a kid, I got bullied a lot. There were times and places, especially in the
seventh grade, when I would get knocked down, in the halls or outside, almost
every day, sometimes more than once.
But every
now and then I had an odd power. If I saw some bullies pushing another kid
around I would yell at them, and tell them to stop, and they did. I could stop
fights, and I did that a number of times. I saw that as one of my purposes in
life. One day, in the seventh grade, a kid I didn’t even know came up to me and
told me that he admired the way I stood up to the bullies, even though I let
them shove me around.
The way I
see the story of Abraham, Sarah, and Hagar, I see that Hagar had a special
purpose in life. It was a mixed blessing. Her blessing had a strong connection
to her being the mother of Ishmael who became one of several different sources
of the people whom we call Arabs. I think he was really mostly the ancestor of
the Bedouin tribes around the Sinai and the deserts around the Dead Sea and
east of the Jordan.
But the
blessing of Hagar went beyond her connection to her son although he would be a
son to make her proud, and what more can you ask? The blessing is in her son’s
name. Ishmael means “God heeds”. That could mean “God hears” or “God sees”.
Hagar
felt that she was seen and heard and this was what God was to her. This was how
the God of Abraham and Sarah related to her. And she felt, somehow, as if,
meeting this God who sent this angel messenger to her, she, herself, saw God,
and heard God and God always saw her and heard her. This must have changed
everything.
Hagar
knew God perhaps as well as her master Abraham did. She received the gift of
naming God. She found a name for God in what God did for her, and I do believe
that Hagar is the only human being in the Bible who created a name for the Lord
the God of Abraham.
God heeds!
It’s a word of attention, and nearness, and compassion, and it’s a word of
protection and safety. The fact that the Lord saw and heard Hagar in her
running away from Sarah meant that he saw what Sarah and Abraham had done to
her. God saw her need.
When she
went back to them, God still saw her need. Abraham recognized what God was
doing and so he gave the baby the name the angel said to call him. Abraham did
this even though it was a confession of his own shame and guilt, and the shame
and guilt of Sarah who really wouldn’t show signs of repentance.
Abraham
knew that he was responsible and that Sarah was responsible for using and
abusing their slave girl and not treating her as a human being. It was never
the Lord’s will for his people to treat people as things, even if they were
slaves. When Abraham agreed to the boy’s name “God Sees” it was the same as a
confession of sin.
The boy
became a typical boy and, as an older brother can be to another brother, he was
mean to his younger brother Isaac. Brothers are often that way, even when they
love each other.
Sarah
would come down hard on him and Hagar for that, in the future. Hagar and her
boy would have to make another get away, but still they did this with the God
who sees and hears.
I don’t
know whether you have ever come to this; but I have. There are times when you
seem to have nothing left. You seem to be in a deep trouble with no way out: no
hope at all. There seems to be no one to turn to. Even at such a time, God can
come to you and be the God who is there, seeing and hearing everything. There
is something there that God can show you, and you can see that this is enough,
and more than enough.
To know
God as the one who looks and sees you and hears you can be the greatest and
most empowering blessing in the deepest darkness.
When you
know Jesus, in this deepest way, you find that he is the God who sees and hears
you. Jesus is the place where God became human and dwelt among us. This means
that God doesn’t see and hear from heaven, or from some invisible vantage
place. God sees and hears in you, in your skin, because he has skin, and bones,
and flesh, and a heart, and a brain as one of us, and yet he is God beyond all
time and space.
In fact,
God in Jesus, has a vantage point that is more a part of you than you dare to
think. It’s scary.
The
vantage of God, in Jesus, where God sees and hears, is the cross. In the Book
of Revelation, Jesus is shown as the lamb that was slain for the sins of the
world, and we are told that this is who he always has been and always will be. (Revelation
5:6; 13:8)
In Jesus,
on the cross, God sees and hears deeper than our sins and failings which he
carried for us there. God sees and hears deeper than our fears and our
despairs. God carries them. God carries us. God grabs us, as we die to
ourselves, and God takes us up and conquers the death that seems to smother and
overcome us. It’s like what the apostle Paul wrote: “Therefore, if anyone is in
Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come!” (2
Corinthians 5:17)
Hagar
knew that this God had also seen and heard her own pride: her own shame. She
knew that this God had seen, and heard her failure, and yet he came to her need
in the desert. This gave her life.
Hagar was
sent back to bear witness to Abraham and Sarah, and everyone who lived in her
world of wanderers in the desert. Hagar was blessed because she knew where her
son’s name came from. She was the witness of that God: The God of the promises,
the God who would use the family of Abraham and Sarah to come into the world as
Jesus, and die for us on the cross, and rise from the dead. God does that
because that is simply what the God who sees, and hears, and loves is bound to
do.
It’s what
we need most, and it is who God is and what he has done.
Then we
become like Hagar, who was looked down on, as a slave, but was the witness of
the wonder of God. We become the living witnesses of the God who sees and
hears: The God who sees and hears from the cross. We become witnesses of what
the world needs most. Everyone needs to know that God sees them, and hears them,
and loves them.