7:00am Holy Communion
2 Samuel 6:1-15
And David
gathered again all the picked men of
And the
And it
happened when the bearers of the
From The David Story: A
Translation with Commentary of 1 and 2 Samuel by Robert Alter.
Homily by The Rev
Timothy A Leitzke
Uzzah is
that most pitiable of characters. He is created in verse three to carry the new
cart that holds the
Some would
suggest that this story isn’t really about God, but some other capricious
deity. Others wouldn’t go that far, but would insist that these kinds of
stories are best left ignored. That’s a common tactic for difficult bible
stories, especially in the Old Testament. Unfortunately for those who wish to
take that route it was judged as heresy a very long time ago.
Some would
suggest that Uzzah lacks faith, and that is the reason for his demise. He
reaches out to catch the
You see,
Uzzah should have known better. In the preceding narrative we learn that the
More
importantly, this is for us a story,
and not necessarily a history. The
storyteller writes this story to teach us that the
Human
designs put God in a box or, in a story more familiar to us, a hole. Humans
shoved Jesus in a hole on Good Friday, and blocked the opening with a huge
stone. God cannot be contained, even by the grave. Jesus burst out of the tomb
a lot like God burst out against Uzzah. The lesson common to both stories is,
“Do not take God lightly.” Phrased in the words of Psalm 111, “The fear of the
Lord is the beginning of wisdom.” It is the beginning; Friends of Christ, it is
not the end. God wants fear and respect; God still wants to be close.
After Uzzah
dies, David is afraid and stashes the
I think of
my learning to ride a bicycle. I took a long time. I had terrible trouble
learning, and I grew ashamed of the training wheels, so for months at a time I
would stash the bike in the utility room. I finally got rid of the training
wheels, but then the falling began. By the third attempt of the evening I would
have scraped or bruised myself and quit. The other kids were having too much
fun, though. The bikes were blessings to them. So, I sucked it up and took my
scrapes and bruises and kept going and finally mastered it.
That power
of God to burst all of the bonds we might put on God and that immeasurable
holiness—difference from us—are scary, but they are too good to pass up. We
suck it up and take our scrapes and bruises because knowing the risen Christ is
just too good not to do, and what once was frightening to us is now our cause
for joy and celebration.
We’re a
little more respectful—we’re more careful with the frying pan, we’re aware of
the danger of falling off of the bike, we don’t touch the Ark—and we rejoice in
the new joy we have—dinner is served and no one got hurt this time, you get to
ride everywhere with your friends, David whirls with all of this might before
the Lord, and with the whole house of Israel shouts for joy and blows the Ram’s
horn.
Handle God
with care, but keep handling God. Amen