John
15:9-17
Preached at Holy
Trinity United Church of Christ
Memphis, TN
May 13,
2012 (Mother’s Day)
We are here together today because of a great story. We call
ourselves “Christians” because of a story that began with an angel’s
announcement to a young girl that she would have a child. That baby was born in
Bethlehem and we have been given birth into the story. Our life stories belong
to the story of Jesus because we have been chosen by Love to play a part in
Love’s eternal story.
You may have read the story in the Commercial Appeal
two weeks ago. It was in the Viewpoint section on April 29 and written by
journalist, Kevin McKenzie.
James Stokes was 37 when he died, shot to death in South
Memphis on November 9, 2011, just six months ago. He was shot in the upper back
by a gun held so close that it left the imprint of a gun barrel on his skin.
Another bullet pierced his right thigh and continued on through his left thigh.
His left ankle was dislocated and his right elbow was fractured. How all of
these injuries occurred is in question but the fact remains … James Stokes is
dead. And his mother, Priscilla Taylor, is left to grieve and ask hard
questions.
Margaret Monger also grieves. She is the mother of 34 year
old Devan Monger who was also shot to death that same night inside his Nissan
Maxima. The story is being told that James Stokes shot and killed Devan Monger.
Apparently there had been some disagreement about marijuana and money. Friends
of Devan Monger report that James Stokes was shot as an act of self-defense.
Devan’s mother, Mrs. Monger says, “I know nothing will bring
my child back and nothing will bring back the life of James Stokes. I just wish
we could all get along and the killing stop because I don’t even know why my
child died.”
And that’s where the two mothers’ stories merge. Both of
them lost a son that night, November 9th, and both of them are left
to wonder what happened and why? What is the real story for the life and death
of their sons?
All of us have made mistakes. Many of us have been in
trouble, big trouble. By the grace of God many of us have survived the mistakes
and troubles. But all of us are more than the mistakes we have made. All of our
stories are richer and fuller than the trouble would express. The mothers of
James and Devan want a chance to tell the whole story about their sons.
The district attorney, Amy Weirich, is calling the death of
James Stokes a justifiable homicide. But
Priscilla Taylor points out that her son was shot in the back. She has been
told by the medical examiner that there was no gun residue on her son’s hand.
She wonders about the story that is being told. Due to a lack of evidence there
will be no court case and very little in the way of an investigation into the
shooting death of James Stokes. Too expensive with very little guarantee for a satisfying or conclusive case.
Priscilla Taylor grieves. She doesn’t claim that her son was an angel. He had already
served a prison sentence for voluntary manslaughter after shooting another man
outside a Nashville nightclub in 2002. Mrs. Taylor recognizes that it is hard
to gain public sympathy for the life of her son. But she wonders if the story
might be different if her son had not
been black, poor, involved with drugs and living with a criminal record. Is it
possible that the lack of interest in James’ story has to do with who he was as
much as what he is accused of doing?
When the courts and the criminal justice system are not able
to hear the whole story, who is there to listen and to pay adequate respect for
a life lost, a son gone? I think this is what the church is called to do. Every
son and daughter is chosen to be a significant character in God’s love story of
life. The church is called to be there, to listen, to give more than sympathy.
The church exists to include every chosen child of God in the story of life and
love.
Mrs. Taylor has repeatedly contacted homicide detectives,
city officials and members of congress. She wants her son’s story to be heard.
She wants her son’s life to be dignified. She cannot believe that in the end
his death is merely justified.
James Stokes was chosen as all of us have been chosen to
live in God’s love, to be included in God’s story of life. It is up to the
people of faith to reassure James’ mother, to embrace her questions and fears.
To love her into the story until she can claim the peace that passes
understanding.
Donald Miller (A Million Miles in a Thousand Years,
Thomas Nelson Publishers, 2009) describes God as the ultimate storyteller.
Miller imagines God sitting over the planets placing tiny people in tiny wombs.
God sat over the darkness and nothingness and felt bored. God needed a story
and stories call for characters. Heroes. Sheroes. God wrote you and me specifically into the
ongoing story of human life. Put us in Memphis. Put us in church today. God
says, “Enjoy your place in my story.”
The Bible tells us that God spoke all creation into existence. God used words, sentences,
paragraphs to provide the narrative arc for our life stories. It is this divine
storyteller who lives with and in us, that eternal creative voice, who urges us
to imagine more and make the most of our life stories.
It’s your story. Do something with it. You are life of my
life; make me proud of my part in your story. Kinda sounds like a mother’s
voice, huh? God. Mother. Both creators. Both longing to see that the life and
the love they have invested in us has made a difference in our story, in the
world’s story.
If you’re like me you feel afraid sometimes. The urging to
do something significant with my life story can scare me half to death. What
about those risks? The comfort of routine and the security of the well-worn
path cradles us and keeps us feeling safe—yet somehow dissatisfied. With a little courage and growing faith we could improve on the entire city's story.
I mean what might the stories have been had James Stokes’
story intersected with Holy Trinity’s story years ago? How might that have
changed his story? What if his story included a Little League coach, who
listened James into a better story? What if a school librarian had offered him
books that directed him toward a better path? All of our stories are connected
and the original storyteller whispers in our ear: Imagine more, connect with
others and trust in the love that brought you here. Connect. Care. Share. Be
there for the others in your community. Help each other imagine yourself into
the greatest story ever told.
We are not helpless. We can choose to write love into our
story any minute of the day. We can choose to connect our story to the stories
of our neighbors any day. We can choose to dignify the death of James Stokes by
listening with compassion to the grief of his mother. We can honor the life and
the loss of James Stokes by paying more attention to the young black men in our
neighborhoods and schools. We can imagine our city into a safer and more
hospitable place for all God’s children to live.
Marianne Williamson says, “Our imagination is the womb out
of which a new world will be born. Think of every situation in your life as
being ripe for new birth.”
The poet, Mary Oliver, gives instructions for living a
meaningful life story:
Show
up.
Pay
attention.
Go tell
somebody about it.
We read in John’s Gospel: “You did not choose me but I chose
you. And I appointed you to go and bear fruit, fruit that will last…” James
Stokes was chosen. You are chosen. People who are currently living in our
county’s jail are chosen. People who have broken the law and not been caught
are chosen. People addicted to drugs are chosen. People who abuse other people are chosen. People who believe they have never made a mistake are chosen. We
are all created and chosen to play a part in God’s love story. We can all
choose to make the story better for ourselves and for one another.
We all belong to the story. Go tell it. Tell the world that we all have
been chosen. Every mother’s child belongs to the eternal story of love.
Amen.
