PURE GOLD. Malachi 3:1-4

Pure gold- the warm light of a wedding ring, the brilliant sheen of a monarch’s crown. Pure gold… doesn’t come out of the ground looking much like gold. It can glint, but it looks more like…mud with glints. Or glints mixed in with other ores. The only way to make it into the pure, shimmering metal that’s worth $1320 per ounce is to melt it in the refiner’s fire. Only when the dross has been burned off do we get the full value of a precious metal.

 

Now, I weigh 185 pounds. 185 pounds of gold is worth $3,355,149.87. Over 3 million dollars.That makes me pretty valuable, if what I am is pure, refined 24 carat gold.  But if I’m just the unrefined calcium, magnesium and iron that compose my body, I’m currently worth about $4.50. $4.50 or $3 million: all depends on what I’m made of, and what I had to do to get there. What do we have to do to have the dross burned away so that our gold can shine through? The following reflection was written by Samuel Wells in the May 24 issue of The Christian Century:

 

“You’ve moved across the country, and you’re a long way from the town you know best. Time flies, and it’s been a couple of years since you’ve been back. But something has come up, and it turns out you’re going to spend a day or two there. When you go back, you can’t not go and see that one person, the one who knows you so well and loves you despite it all, and from whom you tend to shy away because he’s like a refiner’s fire that burns away the dross and leaves you with no way to hide the truth. But you’ve been away a couple of years. You’re a lot more worldly-wise now, and you’re not going to be seen through as easily as in the old days. The conversation starts simply. ‘What’ve you been up to?’ There’re lots of things to say to that. Then, ‘What’re you working on?’ That one’s a bit harder, because you know it doesn’t just mean, ‘What’s keeping you busy?’ but, ‘What’s the part of you that’s being tested, what are you learning, what’s not working, and where are you having to grow through your mistakes?’ You blunder on, offering up quite a few responses and hoping the number of different activities will prevent the conversation from settling on any single one of them. ‘That’s a lot of things,’ says your refiner’s fire. ‘Which is the one that really matters?’ Oh dear. You’ve dug yourself a hole. It’s as if you’ve been buried in sand at the seaside. You can’t avoid a question like that. It’s too obvious. Your jokey manner and casual charm have failed. You admit that you could have avoided this conversation but that something drew you into it. Part of you wanted this. ‘Hmm?’ says the refiner’s fire, pointing out that you haven’t answered the question. ‘Which is the one that really matters?’‘ Since you put it that way,’ you say, ‘none of the things I’ve mentioned is the one that really matters.’ You lower your eyes and look at the floor, because you feel shame. Shame that your life is so full of padding and that the real quality is buried so deep inside. Shame that this person who knows you so well and understands life so acutely has gotten to the heart of it all in about five minutes. And then, surprising yourself, you say, ‘The one that really matters is . . .’ And you begin to regain a bit of composure because you’ve said something good and true. And it turns out, you suddenly realize, that you’re actually perceptive and full of self-knowledge, and even wisdom. You think maybe the refiner’s fire isn’t so scary. Maybe we’re on a level. But the refiner isn’t finished. ‘So, if that’s what really matters, why aren’t you filling your whole time with that?’ And in an instant you know that any of your answers would be foolish and empty and cowardly, and make everything even worse because they’d all illustrate what you don’t want to say- that your life is an elaborate organized conspiracy to avoid the one thing that really matters. The refiner’s fire can see that, which may be why you’ve stayed away, and why you feel so naked and embarrassed yet inspired and repentant now. You’ve just gotten a glimpse of what it’s like to lose the whole world and gain your own soul. In her novel Saint Maybe, Anne Tyler tells the story of three children who become orphans and of their 19-year-old Uncle Ian. Because he somehow holds himself responsible for their parents’ deaths, Ian leaves college and sets aside the plans he had for his life in order to bring up his brother’s children. It’s not easy, but in losing the world he gains his own soul. But when the children leave home, he finds himself overwhelmed by the house’s muddle and untidiness. At this moment, in walks Rita, a strident, twentysomething, self-styled clutter counselor who throws out 90 percent of the contents of Ian’s fridge, along with half the contents of the attic, basement, and almost every other room.  With unerring perception, she recognizes the exhaustion of the lingering memories and unmade decisions represented by every item of clutter. To everyone’s surprise, Ian falls in love with Rita and marries her. Maybe it’s because she returns him to the simplicity of the one thing that really matters—the simplicity that led him to do such a radical thing when he was an apparently carefree 19-year-old all those years before. When God became a human being in Jesus Christ, God hired Rita the clutter counselor and cleared out all that didn’t really matter. Jesus spent all his time on the one thing that really mattered: Us.”            (1)

 

How does God refine us into the glimmering beings of purity and truth that we are? Burning away self-deceptions seems to be a big part of it- self-deceptions and definitions that we and the world around us have cloaked around us, so that we will not be seen for what we truly are.

 

“Maybe today is the right time to come before the refiner’s fire and confront those two exasperating questions, ‘What’s the one thing that really matters?’ and ‘So why aren’t you filling your whole time with that?’ Maybe now is the time to call for Rita, clear out all that doesn’t really matter, and humbly but seriously resolve to spend our time on the one thing that really does matter.’” (1)

 

Maybe this is the day we will reclaim our souls, and be worth our weight in gold.

 

In the name of the One who will never let us go, even Jesus the Christ. Amen.

 

(1)  FAITH MATTERS   Christian Century, May 24, 2017, pg. 35. By Samuel Wells.

 

Scripture for June 25, 2017  MALACHI 3:1-4

 

See, I am sending My messenger to prepare the way before me, and the Lord whom you seek will suddenly come to the temple. The messenger of the covenant in whom you delight- indeed, that messenger is coming, says the Lord of hosts. But who can endure the day of his coming, and who can stand when he appears? For this messenger is like a refiner’s fire and like fullers’ soap; he will sit as a refiner and purifier of silver, and he will purify the descendants of Levi and refine them like gold and silver, until they present offerings to the Lord in righteousness. Then the offering of Judah and Jerusalem will be pleasing to the Lord as in the days of old and as in the former years.

 

Friends, listen to what the Spirit would say to us today.

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