The Reverend Canon Michael Hampel looks at the power of words and on Ascension Day says "without the resurrection, our faith is naught. Without the
ascension, our faith is hidebound."
Acts 1: 1-11 Luke 24: 44-53
Words, of which there have never been more in circulation, can be dangerous things because they are often used to define limits or boundaries:
think of Acts of Parliament, Statutes and Constitutions, Rules and Regulations. Words are often used to build walls around things. And the almost
careless ease with which words are cast into the electronic ether makes them all the more risky – as we build walls around ourselves with the hard
bricks of our often uncompromising opinions.
And yet, the extraordinary irony is that, despite this plethora of words, words, words, our understanding of reality is often limited by the words
we have at our disposal – with which to describe reality and to describe our understanding of reality.
Thank God, then, for poets and artists and composers; thank God for the imagination; thank God for silence — on the rare occasions that we can find
silence in this noisy word-filled world.
The media of the creative arts help us to digest the otherwise indigestible mystery of God. And, let’s face it: if it were left to us to explain
the mystery of God merely with the words we have at our disposal, we surely wouldn’t get very far. Because definition is about setting limits to
the God of whom there are no limits.
And yet: that’s what an increasingly neurotic Church is trying to do — pressing points home with word-limited mantra and wondering why only the
neurotic seem to respond.
We had the enormous privilege two years ago here at St Paul’s of interviewing the great detective novelist, the late P D James. We asked her why
creative people in the public, like herself, were less inclined to talk about faith than their mid-twentieth century predecessors and she said that
it was because the Church today only seems to talk about church politics and not so much about faith and theology and that she and her fellow
artists didn’t feel inclined to interfere in church politics. Whereas, her predecessors – the likes of Dorothy L Sayers, C S Lewis, J R R Tolkien,
T S Eliot, Stanley Spencer, Benjamin Britten, and so on – were confident about directing their creative impulse towards the Christian faith and
painting theological pictures through the art of story, the lure of image, and the grace of music.
Tonight, we celebrate the ascension of Christ — a bodily ascension which took our Lord away from his followers and back to his Father in heaven.
Try explaining that to the man in the street with only the words you have at your disposal!
Some of you might remember Bishop David Jenkins getting into terrible trouble for saying that the resurrection was merely a conjuring trick with
bones. In actual fact, that wasn’t what he said. He said that the resurrection was much more than a mere conjuring trick with bones.
His point was that an obsession with the historical accuracy or otherwise of biblical events is pointless unless faith in God has a life-changing
effect on the believer. He said: God is; he is as he is in Christ; so there is hope. Whole libraries of books and centuries of debate condensed
into thirteen words. Thus proving that, the fewer words you use, the less limiting they are.
So it must be with the ascension: it must be much more than a ‘hey presto’ trick with a body.
The removal of the body clears the stage for the arrival of the Holy Spirit of God into our lives to be another Comforter, the spirit of truth, for
ever. It allows the believer to search for Christ in everything. It makes history timeless. It softens the edges of our certainty and sets the
I talked at the beginning about limits and boundaries and walls. Our church buildings are, of course, limited by walls and roofs but one hopes
that, within them, are symbols that draw the eye further than it can see; stories that expand the mind beyond its experience; prayers that move the
heart more than it can bear. This is limitless faith — not constrained by prepared statements, neat arguments, or ready answers.
I remember once preaching on the Feast of the Ascension in the ruins of Finchale Priory, just on the outskirts of Durham in the North East of
England. It was the perfect place to celebrate the Ascension of Our Lord. There we were gathered that evening in a church building that, by quirk
of history and the passage of time, had lost its limits. There, symbol, story and prayer were conveyed by God in Mother Nature. The sound of bird
song more eloquent than the set texts of our orders of service and perhaps the more profound for that.
There is a beautiful speech in Shakespeare’s play “As You Like It” when the Duke, exiled to the Forest of Arden, accepts his new state with
equanimity, despite its dangers, entirely because it is not compromised by mere words:
Sweet are the uses of adversity,
Which like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head;
And this our life, exempt from public haunt,
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in everything.
I would not change it.
St Thomas’s Gospel, discovered in Egypt in the mid-twentieth century, didn’t of course make it into the canon of scripture but there is something
of Shakespeare and much about limitless faith in the words of Jesus which Thomas quotes: “Split a piece of wood, and I am there. Lift up the stone,
and you will find me there.”
Without the resurrection, our faith is naught. Without the ascension, our faith is hidebound; without the Holy Spirit, our faith is dry.
God is; he is as he is in Christ; so there is hope.