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Having Nothing,
Possessing Everything
2 CORINTHIANS 6:1â11
This sermon was preached at Colgate Rochester Crozer Divinity School, in Rochester, New York, at its Commencement Ceremony on May 6, 1978. The University and Divinity School mentioned in this sermon is the University of Chicago and its Divinity School where David was teaching New Testament and serving as minister at the Hyde Park Union Church.
Second Corinthians shows Paul at his Pauline worstâangry, egotistical, defensive, desperately threatened. All the things we learned in classes on pastoral care we were never supposed to be. Here he is caught in that most exasperating bind. Opposition has arisen behind his back in a church he loves. Sly strangers question his credentials, his devotion. The church people, all too gullible, begin to waver. Whom can they believe? Out it comesâall the hurt and anger, all the weakness and the boasting, all the vulnerability of the beleaguered apostleâand all the grace, which time after time shines through his vulnerability.
We are treated as deceivers, yet we are true. We are treated as unknown, though we are known through and through. We are treated as though we have nothing, yet we possess everything. Having nothing; possessing everything.
(6:8â11, author trans.)
Paul admits it. As far as they go his opponents are right. He has nothingâno credentials, no wisdom, no power, no personal attractiveness. But his opponents are also wrong. He possesses everything, everything that mattersâevery gift of faith, hope and love, every amazing grace. Having nothing; possessing everythingâthat is the punch line in Paulâs defense of his ministry.
Hereâs how he spells that out. Hereâs how we spell that out for us. Having nothing; possessing everything. We are poor but we make many rich. Here is what this might mean for us.
We have no credentials but we possess the word of grace. That is so hard for us. We would so much rather find some way to commend ourselves. Like our desperate wish to be thought of as âprofessionals.â If that means we want to be more careful and more skilled in what we do, that is a fitting wish. But too often we want to be professionals because we want to claim that our credentials are every bit as good as those of the other professionalsâphysicians and lawyers. Enjoy this wish as long as you can. Call yourself a professional. Talk about the privileges of the profession. Then in ten years check with your peers who are doctors or lawyers. Compare their salaries to yours. See who society thinks are the real professionals. Having nothing, yet possessing everything. We have no credentials worth talking about, but we possess the one word always worth saying: we possess the word of grace.
There is a moving moment in Frederick Buechnerâs novel The Final Beast. A woman named Rooney has been involved in a brief, unhappy adulterous relationship. Her minister, Roy Nicolet, has tried to help her with all the pastoral skills he hasâall those theological insights and humane hints he picked up at seminary. And it just wonât do. So he goes for advice to an older woman in his congregation, and this is what she says:
âGive Rooney what she really wants, Nicolet.â
âGive her what, for Christâs sake?â
âShe doesnât know God forgives her. Thatâs the only power you have, to tell her that. . . . Tell her he forgives her for being lonely and bored. For not being full of joy with a houseful of children. Because whether she knows it or not, thatâs what she wants more than anything else, what all of us want. What on earth do you think you were ordained for?â
Having nothing, but possessing everything. Having no credentials, but entrusted with the word of grace. âShe doesnât know God forgives her and thatâs the only power you have, to tell her that.â
Having nothing but possessing everything. Paul spells it out: âWe are treated as deceivers but are true.â We apply that word, too.
We have little intellectual appeal, but we possess the foolishness of grace. We have little intellectual appeal. How I wish that werenât true. I teach at an originally Baptist university. The first presidents of the University were teachers of biblical studies. The Divinity School, where I teach, sits at the center of the main quadrangle and we tell divinity students that we sit at the center of the University. But it isnât necessarily so. The folks do not flock to our doors, or if they do it is because we have an inexpensive coffee shop in the basement. We keep teaching dialogical coursesâtheology and literature, theology and psychology, theology and the physical sciences. But I notice that the courses are full only of theological studentsâliterati, psychologists and physicists alike almost never come. It feels as though we have nothing, so why do we keep at it?
Why do we keep trying to think through the ways in which we can reason out the implications of our faith? We do it because we possess everything. We do it because we possess the foolishness of grace. We continue to teach and study in seminaries and universities since we believe that we seek God because God first sought us. We continue to speak, even when no one much listens, because we believe that behind the hypotheses and the probabilities that our colleagues tally there is merciful love moving the universe. We continue to write, though no one much reads what we write, because we believe that within the history our colleagues scan, personal love took shape in the man Jesus. We continue with the odd task of the intellectual love of God because we possess everything, or at least because we continue to hope for everything.
Augustine has said it for us: âThou hast made us for Thyself, O God, and our hearts are restless till they find their rest in Thee.â
Having nothing, possessing everything. Paul spells it out. We are treated as unknown, though we are known through and through.
We apply it: We have no political power, but we possess the weakness of grace. Having nothing; having no political power. How we long for political power. When I was a student in seminary, we got hold of a little bit. We had enough political power to close a university for a few days; enough to shake a President of the United States, at least a bit. But not enough power to get tenure for our favorite professor. Some things cannot be shaken.
We loved power. Thatâs where our salvation would be. Weâd use our power for good of course, but it was power all the same. Then there was trouble. We didnât keep our power. It lasted for a little while and perhaps we accomplished a little bit. But by the end power turned sour in our mouths because we always had to use power against someone. And that someone so easily became the enemy. And before we knew it, we had learned the power of hate.
Having nothing, but possessing everything. Instead of striving for the corrupting satisfactions of power, we live out the weakness of grace.
It is hard to know what that will look like. There will be no less zeal for justice, I hope, but a deeper realization that all of us are victims. There will be no less concern for action, I hope, but the humble remembering that our best actions are only poor parables of the Kingdom that God is bringing and will bring.
Will Campbell is a white, Baptist, southern preacher. The moment of truth came for him early in the civil rights movement. A northerner who had come to help in the cause of civil rights had been murdered. Will Campbell hated the murderer, Thomas Coleman. Then in a bitter night Campbell discovered that the one thing he possessed was not his political savvy or his moral indignation. What he possessed was the weakness of grace.
âI was laughing at myself,â he writes, âat twenty years of a ministry which had become, without my realizing it, a ministry of white liberal sophistication, and an attempted negation of Jesus, a ministry of human engineering, of riding the coattails of Caesar, of playing in his ball park by his rules and with his ball. A theology of law and order. I had neglected to minister to my people, the Thomas Colemans, who are also loved by God. And if loved, forgiven. And if forgiven, reconciled.â
The weakness of grace does not get us off the hook of social concern. It increases the scope and the depth of that concern. âLoved, and if loved, forgiven; and if forgiven, reconciled.â The shape of that concern is radical indeed. Having nothing and possessing everything.
Having nothing, and possessing everything. Paul spells it out: âWe are treated as dying, but look! We live.â
We spell it out. We donât even have ourselves, but we possess the vulnerability of grace. Now that is the hardest of all. We can let everything else goâthe credentials, the intellectual prestige, the political power. But ourselves? Surely that is what we bring. Surely that is what this seminary education is about. Who am I, theologically, personally? What does it mean to sort ourselves out, to know ourselves, to be ourselves? But here, most painfully of all, we discover that we have nothing. Any minister can tell you; any person can tell you.
It was Good Friday. I was sitting at dinner when the phone rang. It was the university down the road from our church. There had been an accident on a student trip to Jamaica. A young man in our church had drowned. His first trip away from home. An only son. My colleague and I went to tell his parents the news.
I searched through my seminary education and my experience and my soul and discovered that I had nothing to bring. I didnât even have myself. All this work we do in seminary, getting hold of ourselves. We have sharing sessions and encounter groups; late night discussions; CPE. At the end of it there are fewer surprises about who we are. We are more together, more open, more honest.
Then the crises come, and we rush in more together, more open, more honest. We try to hand ourselves to the desperate needs of the other and not even ourselves will do. Listen, itâs not what we own, itâs who owns us. Itâs not who we are, itâs whose we are. Nothing can save but grace, not credentials, not wisdom, not power, and God knows, not ourselves.
A student of mine in his first parish wrote, after one of those days when everything went systematically wrong: âTo some God has given the gift of apostleship, to some preaching, to some teaching, to some prophecy. And to some God has given a terrible vulnerability.â
Thatâs it, I think. Thatâs as close as we can come. The vulnerability of grace. The vulnerability that knows that we have nothing to bring to the awesome pain and the awesome joy of those we serve. The vulnerability that knows God brings us into that awesome pain and that awesome joy. The vulnerability that knows that therefore we possess everything. We possess grace; we possess a word called the gospel; we possessâwe are possessed byâChrist, in whom that grace came.
That is all we have. That is all we need. That is, God knows, more than we have ever deserved or dared to ask. We are treated as deceivers, yet we are true. We are treated as unknown, though we are known through and through. We are treated as dying, but look! We live. We are treated as though we are poor, but we make many rich. We are treated as though we have nothing. But we possess everything.
To God the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit be thanks and praise.
Amen.
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Going Before
MARK 16:1â8
The surprising ending of Markâs Gospel always fascinated David, and he took advantage of Year B of the Revised Common Lectionary to revisit the text. This is for the congregation of Lakeshore Avenue Baptist Church in Oakland, California, where David was pastor from 1981â1987, and it was preached on Easter...