A Sermon for Aboriginal Sunday

Jonah 3:1-10       Psalm 62:5-12      1 Corinthians 7:29-31       Mark 1:14-20

Much of today’s liturgy has been provided by Common Grace. They describe themselves as a movement of individuals, churches and communities pursuing Jesus and justice for the flourishing of all people and creation… with a focus on listening deeply to our first nations people. Their material states that the first biblical text ever recited on these lands we now call Australia was by the chaplain of the first fleet, Revd Richard Johnson, in February 1788.

The passage he read was Psalm 116 verse 12, “What shall I render unto the LORD for all his benefits toward me?” And a monument stands on Gadigal land, at Sydney Cove, on the shores of Botany Bay, in memory of his sermon.

Just a week before that sermon, Captain Arthur Phillip, sailed into the bay with eleven shiploads of convicts, to establish a penal colony, hoist the British flag, and claim the lands on behalf of the British Empire, marking the disruption and dispossession of First Nations history and cultural connections to their lands, language and heritage.

This day and date confront and remind First Nations Peoples about their loss and their ongoing suffering and trauma as they continue to struggle for justice, dignity and basic human rights.

We are centuries into, and centuries away from, making true reparation for the shockwaves that were sent through the ground and the communities in those actions.

One of the aboriginal elders, when speaking about the site of that first recorded sermon, powerfully states, ‘The first time I came to this place…all of a sudden, I started listening from the floor up, from my feet up. [and] I could hear it screaming and I could hear within my spirit, the voices of Ancestors who have not received peace from justice and right relationship. I could feel them coming all the way through and I could hear them through my feet…’

And it all began at the water’s edge.

And this morning’s gospel passage is also at the water’s edge, on the shores of the sea of Galilee.

‘As Jesus passed along the Sea of Galilee, he saw Simon and Andrew casting a net into the lake—for they were fishermen. And Jesus said to them, ‘Follow me and I will make you fish for people.’ And immediately they left their nets and followed him. As he went a little farther, he saw James and his brother John. Immediately he called them; and they left their boat and followed him’.

And all week I’ve not been able to get away from the fact that both events – the domination of this land, and the beginning of the Jesus movement – both began at the water’s edge.

I am not comparing the two. Please don’t misunderstand me. I am not saying that Jesus calling his disciples was anything like the claiming and stealing of this land. There are no comparisons, and it would be naïve and crass to make one. And yet, the water’s edge is a significant place, isn’t it. And Jesus chose to walk there to find his first disciples.

The water’s edge is one of those liminal places – one where the veil between earth and heaven is thinner. Where it is clearer to see the glory of God. Where beauty is crisper and creation more alive. The water’s edge is a place of invitation and permission. And where do we see that more clearly than in the invitation of Jesus in his call to the first disciples.

They almost certainly didn’t know him (although his reputation may have started to spread), but there must have been something in his manner and his voice that was completely compelling, because they immediately left their boats and their trade and their family and friends and followed him. And it kept happening.

And what I am left thinking about that is the significance of the waters edge.

How it can be used as a place of welcome or a place of attack.

A place of invitation or a place of domination.

How it can be used to call or disperse others.

When the first fleets arrived at the water’s edge it set off a series of events that changed history and showed humanity at its worst – a greedy, grabbing, disruptive and destructive force. Christ’s footsteps along the waterside set off an entirely different series of events that changed the world for good – a revolution of love and grace, healing and wholeness – yes, still a total disruption of all that had gone before – nothing would ever be the same again – but it was a fulfilment, a completeness.

And we have a choice about what our life will count for too.

We have the privilege here to also get our feet wet. We have the chance to go to the shoreline and reflect on these two completely conflicting events. We can put our feet in the water’s edge and choose whether the mark we make on this world will be good or bad, greed or grace, healing or destruction.

At the water’s edge – looking out at vast expanses of sea and sky – it is easy to feel completely insignificant, tiny, like a blip in time and space. And we are that, of course we are. Merely beloved stardust. But we also have a unique opportunity, individually and collectively, to be a force for good, a force for holiness and love, and yes even to change the course of history forever. If the captain of the first fleet could change this country then so could we. Particularly if we doing it at the invitation of the One who walks by the waters edge and still says ‘follow me’.

‘Follow me’, comes Christ’s call of invitation. And we can still choose to leave everything behind and follow him. Imagine what we can still achieve, by leaving and following, or continuing to do so. Go and put your feet in the water and started listening from your feet up to that call. What will you say?

Common Grace has a question for us, so my last word in theirs, and they say this… ‘is the church willing to even begin, and then continue to be the example of love and truth that this gospel of Jesus is?’

Are we?

Amen.