I preached this sermon on Sunday, September 24, 2023 at Saint Anne Episcopal Church, West Chester, OH. The lectionary text cited is Philippians 1:21-30.
Sometimes it feels like you have to possess superhuman capacities to face the enormity of the world’s challenges. In times of social strife or of personal distress, we might look at inspirational figures from the past, looking for some guidance about how to live bravely and well through times such as these.
But it can also feel, for me at least, like those inspiring saints of ages past must have possessed some otherworldly insight or giftedness to do what they did, to face what they faced. And I find myself wondering how on earth they found the strength, what secret wisdom must have guided them.
On April 3, 1968, one day before he was assassinated, Martin Luther King, Jr. gave his final public address in Memphis, Tennessee in support of a sanitation workers’ strike. It’s referred to as his “Mountaintop” speech, and in case you’ve never heard it, or if it’s been a while, here is the final, unforgettable piece of it, where King said,
Well, I don’t know what will happen now. We’ve got some difficult days ahead. But it doesn’t matter with me now. Because I’ve been to the mountaintop. And I don’t mind. Like anybody, I would like to live a long life. Longevity has its place. But I’m not concerned about that now. I just want to do God’s will. And He’s allowed me to go up to the mountain. And I’ve looked over. And I’ve seen the promised land. I may not get there with you. But I want you to know tonight, that we, as a people, will get to the promised land. And I’m happy, tonight. I’m not worried about anything. I’m not fearing any man. Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord.
What is striking for many people about King’s final message, of course, is the sense that he knew, on some level, what was about to happen, that he somehow foresaw the end of his own journey.
But it’s not King’s seeming anticipation of his own death that I find the most compelling thing about this speech. It’s that he seemed to be at peace with it. It’s the way he stood in that perilous moment speaking something that sounds a lot like joy, a lot like hope. And not a naive sort of hopefulness that assumes everything will turn out fine. No, it sounds like the deep sort of hope, deeper than fear, the hope that knows how, even if everything goes wrong, even if the worst possible thing happens, that even then, there is a well of goodness underlying everything that will never run dry. The kind of hope that says even though my life may end, and my eyes may close, the vision endures, for
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming Lord. And I’m happy.
But then I think about the small anxieties that sometimes clutter my own life, and I look around at the big anxieties of our age, and I hear that opening prayer we offered, the one that says not to be anxious about earthly things, and I think—I’d sure like to know what that feels like. I’d sure like to know how Dr. King got to where he was on that April night. And although, God willing, none of us will ever face the danger he faced, I wonder what it would take for the rest of us to experience that deep kind of hope, that peace, that tenacious belief in the well of goodness, even in the face of our own hardships.
Is such a thing only for the saints and the heroes? Or is there some way that we, too, might travel up to the Mountaintop?
I think there is, and St. Paul helped me see it this week in his letter to the Philippians.
It’s interesting, in this passage we heard today, Paul sounds a lot like Dr. King; he, too, seems to possess a peace and a hope even as he is suspended between the possibility of life or death. He says,
I do not know which I prefer. I am hard pressed between the two: my desire is to depart and be with Christ, for that is far better; but to remain in the flesh is more necessary for you.
Whatever else we might say about Paul, we know that he was a passionate person, deeply engaged in the life of the world. But death was on his mind, because he likely wrote this letter from prison in the final years of his life. He was put there by the Roman authorities, and while it was his ardent desire to be reunited with the various faith communities he had founded, there was surely a part of him that knew his chances of doing so were slim.
Like Dr. King, he was a man hunted. But also like Dr. King, he was a man haunted by possibility, who had glimpsed something on the proverbial mountaintop. He had glimpsed something and he insisted that what he had seen, what drove his entire mission, was not for a select group of wise or superhuman people, but for everyone, everywhere. It was the key to his hope, his peace, and his courage.
What was it?
Well, it was Jesus, of course, but more specifically, it was the revelation that in Jesus and through Jesus, God’s wants us to know that we are in this together. You and me and God and everyone else, we are in this together. We don’t have to face this alone. We are one people. We are one creation, redeemed by the one Living God. We are part of one story, and it is a good story, a story that begins in love and ends in love.
And though we are diverse, and though we each face our own choices and challenges and fears in each generation, it is this essential unity that holds us, that sustains us, and that places upon us the responsibility of caring for one another, loving our neighbor as ourselves, because fundamentally they are.
And although they don’t state it explicitly, what you will notice beneath the words of Dr. King and beneath the words of St. Paul is that they are able to face those big, frightening things, those questions of life and death and loss and hope, simply because they knew, deep down, that whatever happened, God would not abandon them nor would God abandon the story that has begun.
And when you know you aren’t alone, then you can face anything. That’s why we come here week after week. That’s why we keep challenging ourselves to build more fully the Beloved Community. That’s why we pray for each other and lean on each other through good times and bad, all the way to the end.
You, and me, and everyone we’ve ever loved, and everyone we’ve ever hated, and everyone we’ve ever lost, and everything that has ever been and the God who made it all—we’re in this together. And that’s it. That’s the Mountaintop. That’s the simple, world-changing, heart-transforming truth that sustains the saints but is also available to every single one of us, even in our anxieties. And even when we face death.
Catching a glimpse of the promised land is not a private revelation for the few—it’s everywhere. It’s as close as looking in your neighbors face and realizing: we belong to one another. It’s as close as looking down at the earth and realizing: we belong to one another. It’s as close as listening to God in the still moments and in the frightening moments and hearing God say to you: we belong to one another. In life, and in death, and beyond, we belong to one another.
Let’s keep building up a community here at Saint Anne where that is what it means to be the church. Let’s keep discovering what it means to belong to one another, and then to go out into the world and discover that ultimately we belong to everything. Maybe, if we do, we too will say, even at the end of our days:
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord. And I’m happy.
By Another Road 