This gospel story can catch us up in the first lines, which admittedly ARE difficult teaching. But perhaps it is Peter’s words – “Lord, to whom can we go?” – that hold the deeper meaning for us in these difficult days.
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John 6:56-69
56Those who eat my flesh and drink my blood abide in me, and I in them. 57Just as the living Father sent me, and I live because of the Father, so whoever eats me will live because of me. 58This is the bread that came down from heaven, not like that which your ancestors ate, and they died. But the one who eats this bread will live forever.” 59He said these things while he was teaching in the synagogue at Capernaum.
60When many of his disciples heard it, they said, “This teaching is difficult; who can accept it?” 61But Jesus, being aware that his disciples were complaining about it, said to them, “Does this offend you? 62Then what if you were to see the Son of Man ascending to where he was before? 63It is the spirit that gives life; the flesh is useless. The words that I have spoken to you are spirit and life. 64But among you there are some who do not believe.” For Jesus knew from the first who were the ones that did not believe, and who was the one that would betray him. 65And he said, “For this reason I have told you that no one can come to me unless it is granted by the Father.” 66Because of this many of his disciples turned back and no longer went about with him. 67So Jesus asked the twelve, “Do you also wish to go away?” 68Simon Peter answered him, “Lord, to whom can we go? You have the words of eternal life. 69We have come to believe and know that you are the Holy One of God.”
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Dear people of God, grace to you and peace this day from God, the living Father, through Christ the Holy One of God. Amen.
“This teaching is difficult,” proclaim Jesus’ disciples.
It’s hard to argue with them. The words Jesus uses, on their face, are hard to hear. They don’t make sense to us, nor did they to Jesus’ followers.
And so some leave, and no longer go about with Jesus.
It brings a new meaning to “when the going gets tough, the tough get going.” In other words, they take off, they desert the mission.
They don’t stick around in hopes of learning more from Jesus; they get stuck on the hard things. And they quit.
And when Jesus asks the twelve disciples if they plan to desert him as well, Peter’s answer is one for the ages: “Lord, to whom shall we go? For you alone have the words of eternal life.”
Lord, to whom shall we go. To whom can we go.
Each word in that phrase carries a part of the anguish we feel today, as we make our way in a world besieged by climate change, and ravaged by COVID. A world in which we are confronted by a level of self-absorption that makes fighting the pandemic a very complicated task. A world in which the appearance of smoke from a wildfire far away triggers our panic from fires past, and draws a literal dark cloud over our homes.
Lord, to whom can we go?
I’m reminded of the beautiful words of Psalm 139:
Where can I go from your spirit?
Or where can I flee from your presence?
If I ascend to heaven, you are there;
if I make my bed in Sheol, you are there.
If I take the wings of the morning
and settle at the farthest limits of the sea,
even there your hand shall lead me,
and your right hand shall hold me fast.
Lord, to whom can we go? For even if we were to try to go somewhere else or to someone else – you would be with us. Wherever it is we might try to work out for ourselves what your words mean, Jesus – you will be with us.
Think about the last eighteen months, particularly when traveling was basically off the table.
Go was a word that now only related to local things like the hardware store or a hiking path. Trips that so many of us had planned had to be canceled, and with the current delta variant running rampant, many of those trips must once again be postponed.
Lord, to whom can we go?
As we were jolted into staying home to reduce contact and try to prevent the spread of COVID in those first months – we eventually got restless. But the amount of energy required to be expended in order to figure out somewhere we could go AND stay safe – frequently overwhelmed us. “Where CAN we go?” was the question from last summer through today.
Sometimes, “nowhere” has been the answer. And we’ve had to do our best to accept that painful reality; to put off seeing loved ones for far too long, to adapt what we had hoped for to what is possible.
Lord, to whom shall we go?
In the crisis point where the world seems to be today, to whom else would we go?
When we seek solace and comfort; when we seek wisdom and inspiration: it is as Peter says: “for you alone have the words of eternal life.”
The eating and drinking of which Jesus speaks in the first verses of this passage are not food-related but rather commitment-related. When we completely take Jesus into ourselves, remembering him in this meal and then going out to take him into the world by our words and our actions – then we truly understand what Peter is talking about.
When we return here, or gather around our tables at home, week after week – we proclaim Christ crucified and risen by our words and actions. This simple meal and these timeless words feed us for the journey.
And that journey is assuredly not an easy one. In this gospel story, when the going gets tough the ones who know they are weak stick around. Because they’ve got nowhere else to go.
That is certainly one way to think of Peter’s words: we’ve nowhere else to go.
But what if we consider Peter’s words themselves as gospel: Lord, to whom else can we go?
God in Christ is in the days of anxiety. The days of joy. The days and moments when the enormity of the world’s pain broadsides us and leaves us broken.
To whom else could we possibly go? Who else would so deeply and completely understand our anguish – because he feels it as his anguish too.
As we struggle to make sense of difficult stories: to whom else could we go? You, Lord, will open our eyes to understand.
There is a well-known poem by Robert Frost that I think captures much of what Jesus is proposing here: that abundant life lived in God is not without risk NOR is it without the possibility of amazing discovery and amazing grace.
The Road Not Taken
BY ROBERT FROST
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Lord, to whom can we go? For you have the words of eternal life.
Dear friends, that truth makes ALL the difference. Amen.