How did Paul communicate with people on his travels?

From time to time, people ask me quite interesting questions about one of our readings, or about some other Biblical or theological question. I’ve realized that some of the questions and answers may be of more general interest! I thought I’d try writing up and sharing answers to some of these questions from “the Rector’s AMA inbox.” (For anyone who’s blessed not to spend too much time on the Internet, that’s “ask me anything.”) I love answering these kinds of questions, either by email or off the cuff, so feel free to grab me at Coffee Hour or any time and ask!

On Sunday, we read the story of Paul and his companions traveling to Macedonia to spread the Gospel, following a dream in which Paul saw a “man of Macedonia pleading with him and saying, ‘Come over to Macedonia and help us.’” (Acts 16:9) Symbolically, this is a huge deal: the Acts of the Apostles tells the story of the spread of Christianity from east to west, beginning in Jerusalem and ending in Rome, and this brief journey across the sea from Troas to Philippi marks the dividing line between Asia and Europe in both ancient and modern geography. Paul’s missionary journeys spanned much of the ancient Eastern Mediterranean, and so one of you asked me a very good question: How did Paul communicate with people on his travels? i.e., When Paul goes to a quiet place of prayer down by the river to speak with Lydia and her friends, what language did they speak?

The missionary journeys of Paul. Sorry that the map is labeled in Hungarian; it’s the best one I could find on Wikimedia Commons, for copyright reasons!

It’s a great question. Paul’s journeys landed him, at various points, in areas that are now part of Israel and the West Bank, Lebanon, Syria, Turkey, Cyprus, Greece, and Italy; he was just a stone’s throw from parts of modern Macedonia and Bulgaria. These days, if you went on that journey you’d encounter people speaking Hebrew, Arabic, Turkish, Greek, and Italian, and not all of the people involved get along particularly well. If you only spoke one of those languages and went on that same journey, you might have an awkward time.

Although, more likely, you’d more or less get by traveling through the region speaking English. And indeed, in the 21st century it’s fairly common to hear two people, from two different countries, neither of whose first language is English, speaking English together; it’s what we call a lingua franca in much of the world.

In the ancient Eastern Mediterranean, the lingua franca was Greek.

The extent of Hellenistic or Koine Greek. Dark blue = Greek-speaking majority, light blue = intensely Hellenized areas with a significant Greek-speaking minority. Source.

The Greek language had always been the native tongue of the coastlands and islands around the Aegean Sea, as well as various cities that originated as Greek colonies in southern Italy and around the coastline of the Black Sea. After the conquests of Alexander the Great, the Greek language spread throughout the former Persian Empire, and became the language of government, administration, and culture, especially in the areas of modern Turkey, Syria, and Egypt.

Greek coexisted, in these areas, with other local languages, to varying extents. So for example, in Egypt, Greek was the official language of the ruling dynasty and the upper class, and coexisted alongside a Greek-influenced form of ancient Egyptian that developed into Coptic. In greater Syria (modern Syria/Lebanon/Israel/Palestine), the same kind of urban/upper-class Greek coexisted along with Aramaic, the dominant language of ordinary people and the countryside. (Because of the way these things work, Aramaic itself had spread as the language of administration used by the Assyrian, Babylonian, and Persian Empires, and had mostly supplanted earlier local languages, including Hebrew, a few centuries before!) And in areas that were ruled by Greek-speaking governments for longer, local languages like Phyrgian died out entirely.

And Greek was also the language of philosophical and literary discourse in much of the Western Mediterrean, even in areas where people would otherwise speak Latin. This was certainly true for Christians in the West, communicating with other Christians in the East: not only Clement of Rome (writing to Corinth) but Irenaeus of Lyons (in what’s now southern France) wrote in Greek. But this was even true for non-Christians. So, for example, when the Roman Emperor Marcus Aurelius wrote his philosophical Meditations, he didn’t write them in his native Latin; he wrote in Greek.

Jesus grew up in Galilee, where he certainly spoke Galilean Aramaic and very likely grew up fluent in Hebrew, as well. (Whether Hebrew was still a spoken native language in parts of Judea or Galilee at the time is somewhat debated, although I’m inclined to accept the view that evidence from the Dead Sea Scrolls and the Mishnah suggests that it was. Hebrew was definitely in continuous use as a religious language and Jesus would have been steeped in it weekly from birth, in any case.) A local businessman like Joseph would likely have spoken a bit of business Greek, but it’s unlikely that Jesus went around teaching in Greek; while the original versions of the Gospels are written in Greek, this is almost certainly a very early translation of Jesus’ teachings. (We don’t have any Aramaic originals.)

But Paul was a Roman citizen, born and raised in Tarsus in Cilicia. (One of those majority-Greek sections of what’s now the southern coast of Turkey in the map above.) He almost certainly grew up speaking Greek as a native language, and his letters show it. While he doesn’t have the elevated style of a classical Athenian orator, he clearly thinks in Greek. But as an observant and educated Jew, Paul was also intimately familiar with written and spoken Hebrew, and almost certainly fluent in Aramaic.

So: How did Paul communicate with people on his travels? Greek and Aramaic gave him everything he needed! Most of his ministry and most of his letters were written to congregations who shared his native tongue of Greek. Others, like his letter to the Romans, could easily have been translated from Greek to Latin by any educated Roman. And when his travels took him to Jerusalem, or rural parts of Syria, he could get along just fine in Aramaic.

I don’t think this kind of bilingualism was uncommon, but it did sometimes take people by surprised, especially if they didn’t know who Paul was. When he visited Jerusalem, for example, the Roman tribune, thinking that Paul was a rural Egyptian rebel, was surprised to hear Paul address him in Greek (Acts 21:37); but in the same scene, the locals are surprised to hear him address them in Hebraisti, likely in this case meaning “in the Jewish dialect of Aramaic” but possibly (and more literally) “in Hebrew.” (Acts 22:2)

Paul’s ability to communicate in these two idioms both reflects and enables Paul’s remarkable position in the church: as the apostle to the Gentiles par excellence, the one person responsible, more than any other, for the spread of Christianity from its Jewish origins into the Gentile world. In a sense, the question “How did Paul communicate on his travels?” opens up into the whole story of Christianity—not only in the first century, but in the twenty centuries since, in which the stories of Jesus have been translated into and adapted for nearly every language and culture in the world.

The Hero’s Journey

The Hero’s Journey

 
 
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Sermon — May 25, 2025

The Rev. Greg Johnston

Lectionary Readings

Jesus answered him, “Those who love me will keep my word, and my Father will love them,
and we will come to them and make our home with them.” (John 14:23)

Bilbo Baggins travels far to the east to find himself; to live the life of adventure he’d always secretly craved, he must first leave behind the homely comforts of cozy Hobbiton. Harry Potter takes a train, departing from a mysterious platform at King’s Cross Station for a castle in parts unknown; to learn about the magic he was born with, he has to go to a place he’s never been. Elizabeth Gilbert processes the end of a marriage that has come apart by traveling the world on a voyage of self-discovery in which her adventures fall neatly into three chronological sections, which just so happen to correspond with the title of the memoir that she writes: in order become who she was meant to be she must journey around the world, learning to Eat, to Pray, and to Love.

These stories share a common structure that’s sometimes called “the hero’s journey.” Time and time again, we human beings tell tales of a hero who leaves ordinary life behind and, with the assistance of a mentor or two, embarks on a road of trials and testing, only to return back home, bearing the gifts and the wisdom they have earned. We can’t help ourselves from writing the same story, over and over again, of a Frodo-Harry-Luke who leaves the Shire-Dursleys-Tatooine, and, with the help of Gandalf-Dumbledore-Obi Wan—spoiler alert—destroys the Death Star-Horcruxes-Ring. If you’re not careful, 4000 years of stories can begin to blend together into one story of what the scholar Joseph Campbell called The Hero with a Thousand Faces. Look too closely, and you can get jaded about how easily we replicate the trope. Wait a minute—are you telling me the mentor dies, leaving our hero to undertake the final stage of the journey alone? NO WAY! What a twist.

I love these stories, in their ancient and modern forms. But I often think about a comment I read years ago by the author Orson Scott Card, best known for the science-fiction series Ender’s Game. He observed that most stories like this, including his most famous ones, are about adolescents, literal or metaphorical. After all, “Who but the adolescent,” he asks, “is free to have the adventures that most of us are looking for when we turn to storytellers to satisfy our hunger?” Even the characters who are grown adults are basically teenagers still. Bilbo Baggins and James Bond share with Harry and Luke a kind of freedom to adventure that comes only when you haven’t yet settled down.

 Now, some of you today do have adventures ahead of you in life. But all of our adventuring days will one day fade into the past. Maybe because of kids or pets at home, who can’t be left alone while we go off to find ourselves. Maybe because of our own health or mobility. Maybe we’re already overwhelmed by the things we have to do right here, and can’t afford the time or the money it would take to undertake a quest.

And that’s the tension of this literary form. The hero must go on a journey to be transformed. But the reader’s life mostly stays in place. And that same tension between “home” and “away” appears in all our readings today.


For example: Paul has a vision. A man from Macedonia pleads for help. And so he goes, to spread the good news. The Book of Acts is careful to note the itinerary, so that you can follow along—from Troas to Samothrace, and then you kind of bear left to Neapolis, and just up the road to Philippi. If you’re not looking at a map, let me just say that this is one small step for Paul, one giant leap for Christianity. It’s a relatively quick sail across the waters separating what’s now Turkey from Greece, but it symbolizes the spread of this new Christian religious movement from east to west, from Asia into Europe for the first time. Paul has left the continent he calls home to share the good news. But the women whom Paul meets haven’t traveled very far. They’re right there by the river, as they often are, where there is a place of prayer. And they’re intrigued. When Lydia hears what he has to say, she invites him in: “Come and stay at my home.” (Acts 16:15) And they do. But soon enough, Paul and his companions continue on their journey around the Mediterranean; and Lydia and her companions remain, right where they are, at home, and continue to live their ordinary lives.

Jesus, for his part, lives out the hero’s quest more than once: in the stories of his birth, in his temptation in the wilderness, in his travels from Galilee to Jerusalem, and in the bigger theological story of his voyage from heaven to earth and back, Jesus’ life is journey after journey. Jesus comes from the Father, and goes back to the Father. (14:29) He goes away to die, and returns to live again. (14:28) He ascends to the Father, then he sends the Holy Spirit, the Advocate, to teach us everything, and remind us of what he’s said. (14:26) As he sums it up: “I am going away, and I am coming to you.” (John 14:28) But for all this back and forth there’s a sense that the journey does have an end. And it’s a surprising one: “Those who love me,” Jesus says, “will keep my word, and my Father will love them, and we will come to them and make our home with them.” (14:23) Jesus doesn’t say that if we love him, we will make our home with him; that if we are good in this life, we will go to heaven. He says that they will come—the Father and the Son and the Spirit will come—and make their home with us.

It’s that same journey that we find in the closing chapters of the Revelation to John. John is taken up to a great, high mountain for a better view. But he isn’t brought to see people going up to heaven. No. He sees the holy city, the new Jerusalem, “coming down out of heaven from God.” (Rev. 21:10) Because the story of the Bible doesn’t end with all of us leaving earth behind to go live somewhere else. It culminates in God coming down again to live with us, in a renewed and restored creation, right here.

We are Lydia and the other women, gathering time and again to hear the good news, and then returning to our homes. We are the disciples, gathered around the table with Jesus. We are John, sometimes catching a glimpse of heaven as it breaks through onto the earth. And there is a journey happening in these texts, but it’s not our journey; we stay in place, and all the motion is God’s.

Many people talk about their own spiritual journeys, and I don’t want to discount or discourage that. I think it’s a really helpful way for many people to reflect on their relationship with God.

But I think we’re used to thinking that way. And I think it can create a sense of a lack, of something we’re missing out on. I look at some people and I think, “Wow, what an incredible spiritual journey they’ve been on, while I’ve been spending my time trying to figure out what to cook for dinner.” But there’s a journey that’s taking place even when we feel like we’re treading water. There is an ongoing quest, even when we feel too overwhelmed to pray, let alone to go off and find ourselves. But we are not the heroes of that quest.


Are you ready for me to push the premise of this sermon past its breaking point? Okay. What would it mean if, in the story of your life, you were not the Frodo/Harry/Luke Skywalker of it all? What if you were Merry-Pippin/Ron/Chewbacca? What if Jesus were the protagonist, and you were one of those supporting characters who turns out to be the best of all, because they are ordinary, decent people inspired to do extraordinary things by the hero’s quest, even after Frodo-Harry has ascended into heaven. Sorry, I mean sailed West to the Undying Lands/mysterious heavenly train station.

For the most part, our role story is the part of Jesus, or even Paul. It’s more like Lydia or John. It’s not the struggle to ascend the great, high mountain up to God, but to see God’s holy city is coming down to us, and to walk in its light, exactly where we are. That’s the least exciting job. It doesn’t feel like a fun adventure of self-discovery. But God has come and made God’s home with us. God is already here. God’s light already shines, here in this world. And we can look for and walk in that light.

Loyalty, Love, and Lizards

Sermon — May 20, 2025

The Rev. Greg Johnston

Lectionary Readings

I’m going to go out on a limb and say that there are some parts of the Bible that are easier to understand than others. People sometimes make a distinction between the Old Testament and the New Testament, but that isn’t quite it. Jesus or Paul sometimes say incomprehensible things, and often the Old Testament is straightforward. But there is a distinction in vibes between some of the more obscure ritual intricacies of the Bible, and some of the clearer stories and ethical teachings. And you see it in our readings today.

There’s a qualitative difference, in other words, between “I give you a new commandment, that you love one another,” and, “God, no! I would never eat a lizard.”

But here’s the thing: We need both halves, the clear and the obscure. And in fact, each one helps us understand the other. Because if you want to understand what Peter’s saying about unclean foods, it helps to understand what we mean when we talk about God’s love; but if you really want to understand what love means, you also need to know why Peter won’t eat an iguana.

Our Gospel reading today was short, and sweet, and seemingly simple. It comes from the Last Supper, just after Judas goes out to betray Jesus, and Jesus says, “Little children, I am with you only a little longer.” (John 13:33) Soon enough, he’ll be dead. “You’ll look for me,” he says, “but where I’m going, you cannot come.” (13:33) Heaven, we assume. And then he gives them “a new commandment, that you love one another. Just as I have loved you, you also should love one another.” (13:34) This is the classic “easy” kind of verse. This is the God we know and love. The one who sends Jesus to teach us to love one another. This is something we can understand, because we know what it means to love.

Our reading from Revelation is straightforward enough, as well. The Book of Revelation can be weird, sometimes. But we understand what it means to say that there is some future world, where “[God] will wipe away every tear from [our] eyes.” Where “Death will be no more; mourning and crying and pain will be no more, for the first things have passed away.” (Rev. 21:4) We often read this at funerals, because it’s comforting. It’s good news. And while we might have questions about how exactly this all works, we get what it means, because this experience of grief and death is part of human life.

And then there’s our story from Acts. Some of the other disciples criticize Peter and ask him why he was eating with Gentiles, with men who were not Jewish. “I was praying,” Peter says, “and in a trance, I saw a vision.” (Acts 11:5) Okay, fair enough. There was a bedsheet full of reptiles coming down from the sky. And a voice said, “Kill and eat!” (11:7) And Peter said, No way! “Nothing unclean has ever entered my mouth!” (11:8) This happened three more times, and the sheet went back up to heaven, and Peter knew exactly what to do.

… Sorry, what?

I’m guessing this passage doesn’t make much sense to most of us. What does eating reptiles have to do with eating with Gentiles? What does any of it have to do with Jesus? These seem like prime examples of the two halves of the Bible: the familiar and the strange.

But these stories aren’t as different as they might seem. They’re all part of one big story of God’s love for the world. And so we have to understand this first reading in order to understand what our gospel really means.


Now, if you like to show off, you should consider a graduate degree in Biblical studies. Let me tell you why. At the reception after the Easter Vigil, George Born said he had a question for me. A linguistic question. He’d noticed that one of the psalms during Holy Week used the word “loving-kindness” to describe God’s relationship to us, and he was wondering about the origins of that translation.

I spent years training for this. So I told him: “Loving-kindness” is usually the English translation of the Hebrew word chesed. It means “love.” But a particular kind of love. It’s not romantic love. It’s the loyalty and faithfulness of mutual obligation. And then I said: if you really want to know what chesed means, you have to go back to the Hittite and Assyrian suzerainty treaties of the first millennium BCE. (Six semesters well spent?)

But here’s the thing: These ancient treaties between the rulers of these great empires and their vassals use the word “love” in a way that sounds absurd to us. A new king rises to the throne, worried that his vassals will rebel. And he circulates a treaty to them all: “You shall love Assurbanipal… son of Esarhaddon, king of Assyria, your lord, like yourselves.” (Ring a bell?)

This isn’t a love letter. It’s a treaty. A covenant. A two-sided agreement, where both parties make promises. The king fulfills the covenant by establishing just laws, and leading the people well. The people fulfill the covenant when they follow the laws the king makes, and don’t rebel against his authority. In this covenantal worldview, following the law is an act of love. It’s the manifestation of this chesed, this loving-kindness that binds the sovereign and the people together.

And this kind of covenant is the model for the Biblical law, given by God to the ancient Israelites. This covenant includes many things. It has both criminal and civil law: regulations for how many witnesses are needed to convict someone of murder, and for how much money you owe if your ox gores someone else’s ox. But it also contains plenty of what we might call religious law. It tells the people which rituals to do with their sons on the eighth day after their birth. It tells them which foods they should and should not eat, and what sacrifices to offer on which holy days. It reminds them, again and again, to remember the Sabbath day and keep it holy.

These laws were the people’s half of the covenant with God. This is what it meant for them to love God: to follow the covenant, to keep the commandments. But in the five hundred years or so leading up to Jesus’ day, the Jewish people rarely had their own state. They lived under foreign rule, or as strangers in strange lands. And so, the distinguishing marks of Jewish identity became not the civil or criminal laws, things that had to be enforced by the state, but the ritual laws. Circumcision, and food laws, and the Sabbath became the primary markers of what it meant to remain loyal to the covenant, to love God, as God loves us.

And that’s what Peter’s vision is about. Will he eat animals that his religion forbids him to eat? No way! He loves God. He’s a faithful man. He follows the Law, and that means he doesn’t eat lizards. That’s part of the covenant given by God. That’s what it means to return God’s love in kind.

But God, it seems, is up to something new. That’s what the Holy Spirit has to say. God has written a new covenant, not only with the Jewish people, but with the world: “God has given even to the Gentiles the repentance that leads to life.” (Acts 11:18)

And God has given a new law, as well. “I give you a new commandment,” Jesus says. “That you love one another.” (John 13:34) Nothing more and nothing less. This is the covenant the Christian makes with God. The chesed, the loving-kindness, the covenant loyalty that united the Israelites to God, must now extends to unite all human beings to one another.


That new commandment of love may be easy to understand. But it’s very hard to do. “Just as I have loved you,” Jesus says, “you also should love one another.” (13:34) Just as I have loved you, he says, as he prepares to lay down his life for them, you also should love one another.

We’re not invited to be friendly with our fellow parishioners. We’re not called to care for the people of this nation. We are commanded to love “one another,” a “one another” that’s so large that it comes to include all the peoples of the world. We’re commanded to love one another just as Jesus loved us, so that Christians should be known throughout the world by our self-giving love.

That’s the standard, anyway. That’s the goal. That’s the new commandment, a law which none of us, as individuals or as a church, can ever quite fulfill. We can aspire to live out that love. We won’t manage to do it.

But God changed the covenant in another way, as well: God made it unconditional. Because in Jesus, God fulfilled both sides of the covenant, the human and divine. God lived out that perfect law of love that’s too great for us to bear, and commanded us to do the same. But when we fail, we do not face the fearsome judgment of some heavenly Assurbanipal, crushing our rebellion with force; we meet instead the love of Christ, who lay down his own life for us, and who is leading us forward to that world where death shall be no more.  

Keeping Track of the Tide

Earlier this week, Alice and I had one of those funny conversations where you suddenly realize that different people take different things for granted. It was early in the morning. I was finishing off a cup of coffee. She was making a cup of tea. Murray was still asleep. And I said something like, “I think I’m going to go for a run. I was going to take the day off, but it’s pretty nice out, and it’s low tide, so I might as well.”

She looked at me like I had grown a second head. “You know what the tide is?” she asked.

Well, I’d never really thought about it before, but sure. I run pretty much every day along the water—usually up Bunker Hill Street past the Harvard-Kent to the Navy Yard, then back up along the Mystic to Schrafft’s, and home. Or sometimes the other way: to Schrafft’s, then along the boardwalk for a while and over toward the High School. In any case, the water is the point. I love the ocean, and the glorious smell of the river or the harbor lifts my spirits. You get it all throughout the neighborhood when the weather is warm, and especially when it’s a little humid. And you get it most strongly along the water at low tide, when the seaweed and the muck are uncovered.

So of course, as I run along the water, I notice the tide. And it shifts by an hour or so each day, so that for a few days at a time, it’s low when I’m running, then higher, then high, then lower, then low, then higher, then high…


I may be unusual for knowing about the tide, but we all inhabit these cycles in time. Perhaps you rhapsodize, like some of my family do, over the waxing and waning of the moon, continually amazed by how full and how bright it can get. Perhaps you’ve been delighting in this spring’s bright green leaves and blooming flowers, or bemoaning how high the pollen count has been. Perhaps you’ve rolled your eyes at the parking notices that have appeared on lamp-posts and windshields throughout the neighborhood this week, like little migratory flyers coming home to Boston for Construction Season. And if you’re a really astute worshiper, you may have noticed that our readings on Sunday mornings repeat themselves every three years; if it feels like you’ve heard them before, it’s probably because you have.

Sometimes it can feel like we’re trapped in these cycles, returning to the same patterns over and over, for better or for worse. (Are they really tearing up Main Street again?) But as the ancient Greek philosopher Heraclitus said, “No one steps in the same river twice.” Everything changes and flows continuously. When you return to the same river, it’s no longer the same river, but new water from upstream. And you’re no longer the same person, either.

And these cycles of life—whether they’re as short as the tides or as long as our lectionary—offer a continual invitation to reflect. Do I remember the last time the tide was so low, or the moon was so full? Do I remember when the flowers started to bloom last year, or when my eyes started to itch? Where was I when last construction season began? (And where on earth did I manage to park my car?)

These moments provide a chance to look back, and to see that the cycles shape our life, not so much into a circle as a spiral. We spin around and around, following the same cycles over and over, but we’re also constantly moving and changing. We arrive at this moment in spring and find that our children are a year taller, or our joints are a year creakier, or our losses or pain are another year in the past; that new things have happened, for better or for worse, and that we are not the same people we were the last time around.

Maybe all this motion is random. Or maybe there’s some sense to it all. Maybe God is drawing you slowly in one direction or another. (Or maybe you’re running away.) But pay attention to the tide—whatever that may be for you. Pay attention to the cycles of your life, as they ebb and flow, and as you continue to change. Because it’s true: We never do step into the same river twice.

Miracles Aren’t Particularly Hard

Miracles Aren’t Particularly Hard

 
 
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Sermon — May 11, 2025

Michael Fenn

Lectionary Readings

Miracles are not particularly hard.

Or rather, they don’t seem all that difficult to do. Maybe it is my own hubris speaking, but we witness lots of folks in scripture doing miracles. Not only that, we witness people doing miracles with and without the help of God. And so, I am led to believe they aren’t all that hard. 

For example, in the Exodus story, we get Moses and his brother Aaron performing a number of miracles to try and convince Pharaoh to let God’s people go. These miracles include turning Aaron’s staff into a snake, and turning the Nile into blood. However, and the reason I don’t think miracles seem that hard, Pharoah’s people are able to do the exact same things: they too can turn staffs into snakes, and the Nile into blood. It is striking that people outside the purview of God are able, in the story, to perform the exact miracles that God’s people are able to perform.

We get another example in the New Testament, with a man named Simon Magus. His specific works and miracles are not disclosed in the narrative, but we know that he did such impressive miracles that the people were hailing him as some kind of god-like figure. He eventually does convert to Christianity, and some other weird stuff happens in his story. But importantly, his business with miracles was entirely outside the purview of God, and were apparently impressive enough to compete–as it were–with the miracles of the followers of Christ. And so, I am led to believe that miracles are somewhere in the realm of “difficult and rare, but not all that hard”. 

We see yet another miracle in our readings for today. Peter raises up Tabitha, a disciple of Christ, from the dead. Part of what makes this miracle different from the ones that Simon Magus and Pharoah’s people do, and similar to the miracles that Moses does, is that Simon Peter is a disciple of God, and acting in that capacity. Another thing about this miracle that makes it different from Pharoah’s people and Simon Magus is the reason that Simon Peter brings back Tabitha from the dead. It is quite easy to miss in today’s reading, but the reason is in there: Tabitha being raised up from the dead became known throughout her hometown, and many people came to believe because they had heard all about it. It is the business of causing people to believe that underpins miracles associated with God.

And we see this reflected today in our Gospel when Jesus says that the works he does in His Father’s name testify to him. The “works” Jesus does are the miracles he does, and are also called “signs”. In the context of today’s reading, this means that all the miracles that Jesus has done so far testify to the fact that he is the Messiah. And Jesus has done quite a few miracles, the Gospel of John, from which today’s gospel lesson comes, is brimming with miracles, including such famous ones as Jesus turning water into wine, and Jesus bringing his friend Lazarus back from the dead. In fact, it contains so many miracles or signs that the entire first half of the Gospel of John is often nicknamed “the Book of Signs”. 

It is these miracles (or signs)–turning water into wine, feeding the multitudes, raising Lazarus and Tabitha–that call out to people in Jesus’s time and that engender a feeling of belief in Christ.

They are not miracles for the sake of miracles. After all, miracles are not that hard, and we have examples of miracles that are not God’s will. Rather, these miracles associated with Christ are actual signs that hold a deeper meaning. All of Jesus’s healing miracles, each of the feats Moses and Aaron do, and Simon Peter raising Tabitha, are all signs that point to the reality of Christ: that Jesus is the Son of God who defeats death, that Jesus calls us into fellowship with him, and Jesus is our shepherd.

To me, this way of understanding the miracles we read about in scripture also answers another kind of question. If Peter could do that for Tabitha, why wasn’t he going around and doing that for so many other people? It seems somewhat sad and unfair that for every Tabitha gets a miracle when so many others do not.  

And we’ve seen this answered in our reading today. As I’ve said, the miracles are not just simply miracles for their own sake. In scripture we see with Pharoah’s people and Simon Magus that there were other people able to do miracles, and so miracles for their own sake seem kind of lackluster. The miracles we read about in God’s name are are all signs that point people to a much deeper reality of our faith. This reality is reflected very clearly in our readings today from Psalm 23 and Revelation. 

Psalm 23 is probably one of the most famous scriptural passages, and so I suspect it needs to further introduction. It is doesn’t hold back  in its description of God’s love for us. Psalm 23 depicts God as our shepherd who leads us to still waters and restores our souls, and it’s a profound expression of this deeper reality that miracles point to. 

Our reading from Revelation is a bit weirder, and steeped in symbolism that can be hard for a modern reader to understand. However, just like Psalm 23, it also points to this reality. Just as God is our shepherd who leads us beside still waters; God’s kingdom is one where the sun shall not strike us by day, and God will wipe away every tear from our eyes. 

The reality that these readings point to is expressed well by the fact that they are some of the recommended, and most common, readings that we read at funerals. In our most deep and profound moments of loss, this Psalm and this reading from Revelation provide a solace and a reminder that the tragedy that exists in our lives is not the end; that there is a deeper reality beyond death and loss. The deeper reality reflected by God who is calling out to us, who is leading us, and who is shepherding us constantly. 

We read these now, today, even though it is not a funeral, because it is Easter season. Its a time where we get to fully acknowledge and live into one of the central parts of our faith: that Jesus has defeated the powers of sin and death in the resurrection. In the Easter season, we read these readings to point to this fact: that Christ remains our good shepherd, that God will wipe away every tear from every eye, that goodness and mercy will follow us all the days of our lives. At our core, our faith rejects the powers sin and death, and the miraculous works of God are signs that point to this defeat.

So sure, we don’t really get miracles in the same way today that they were getting in Acts. That’s not to say that God is not working in strange and mysterious ways in our own time, I believe that God is still acting in the world. What I mean is that we are not (to my knowledge) raising people back from the dead and doing other such kinds of miracles. And that is okay. Our faith is not a faith based in how many miracles God is doing for us or through us. Our faith is deeper than any particular miracle. 

And even if we don’t get miracles as signs like the community in Acts did–we don’t get to witness Tabitha being raised from the dead. I suspect that the people in this room are getting by “okay” in their faith without miracles. By that, I don’t mean that I think the life of faith of any person here is easy all the time–its still incredibly difficult throughout our lives when we face death, tragedy, and other forms of hardship. And even outside of particularly difficult times like those, we can still experience more everyday moments of doubt that are still difficult. 

What I mean when I say that I suspect that the people in this room are getting by okay is that each one of you (and me, and Greg) decided that coming to church to feel close to God, to experience communion with God and one another, was the most valuable way to spend your time this morning. Even if you are not feeling particularly great, particularly faithful, particularly pious, you showed up because you feel something. [And that matters, and that counts]

So even if, generally speaking, we don’t have very visible miracles around us that we get to witness, we still feel this call. We still show up. In the Gospel today Jesus has this in mind when he says “my sheep hear my voice. I know them, and they follow me”. We are all sheep to Jesus, responding to His voice and His call to follow him. We all keep making this choice, rooted in our faith, to keep showing up here. We make this choice to keep following Jesus as best as we can day by day, week by week, and season by season. It’s not always easy, and at times it can feel quite hard, and at times it would feel like a very obvious miracle would be reassuring, but all the same, we continue to try and respond to the loving call of our Shepherd in Christ. Who revives our souls, and leads us besides still waters, and will wipe away every tear from our eyes. In the name of the One who first loved us.