July 15, 2007 Des Moines

Text:  Deuteronomy 30:9-14

 

Near Enough to Taste

In his insightful book, Leadership Without Easy Answers, Ronald Heifetz, who directs the Leadership Education Project at Harvard University, compares the art of leadership to cooking with a pressure cooker.  “The cook regulates the pressure of the holding environment by turning the heat up or down, while the relief valve lets off steam to keep the pressure within a safe limit.  If the pressure goes beyond the carrying capacity of the vessel, the pressure cooker can blow up.  On the other hand, with no heat nothing cooks.” [1]

Maintaining the right motivational temperature, then, becomes the adaptive leader’s critical job:  hot enough to mobilize, but not so hot that it overwhelms.  

            Moses had tried for 40 years to regulate that pressure cooker as he led the Israelites out of Egyptian slavery, across a challenging wilderness, to within swimming distance of the Promised Land.  There had certainly been times along the way when things had boiled over and even melted down, but overall he had masterfully accomplished his charge.  And now, at the end of his life, he had one more speech to give – one last bit of hand-holding to contribute; one last temperature regulation to perform.  I don’t know what the people around him might have been feeling as they settled down on the near side of the river.  Perhaps they were electric with anticipation at nearing the journey’s end, unable to contain their adrenalin.  Or perhaps, as I am more persuaded to believe, they were succumbing to a fresh round of fatigue-fed apprehension, spiritual paralysis and fear.  Perhaps even now there were those among them who recommended a backward journey, back into the miserable but at least familiar embrace of Egypt.  Perhaps there were those among them who argued that, while they had been lucky enough thus far, there was no way their luck would continue; no way they were going to succeed on the far side of the river.

            Perhaps that’s how it was, then, when Moses once more rose on weary legs and looked out through aging eyes to address his gathered people.  “Don’t be distracted by those voices around you – or within you – who try to convince you that ‘God’ is dangerous delusion or, alternately, that faithfulness and obedience are noble but impossible aspirations.

... the Lord will again take delight in prospering you, just as he delighted in prospering your ancestors, when you obey the Lord your God by observing his commandments and decrees that are written in this book of the law, because you turn to the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul.

And surely this commandment is not too hard for you, nor is it too far away. In fact it is very near to you; it is in your mouth and in your heart for you to observe. It is close enough to taste.

As it turned out, it wasn’t the last time Moses would need to give that speech. Centuries after this clarifying moment, the people of Israel made their way back from a different kind of exile, through an altogether different – but in some ways altogether similar – wilderness.  Returning this time from Babylon and a lifetime of exile, approaching a broken Jerusalem and a crumbled Temple, despair was once again a tempting disposition. 

According to scholars, that’s the occasion when this story of Moses was actually remembered and retold.  Looking back in their story, some astute preacher recognized how much this new defining moment had in common with that old one.  Digging down, then, into their corporate biography, he drew out forgotten inspiration to meet the present day.

Once again, the future looked dauntingly fearful and steep.  “Are we up to the challenge?” they must have wondered with each other.  “Do we have the will, let alone the strength to make it through this murkiness and start all over again?”  “And are we in this thing alone?  Is God here with us, and offering us anything we can even grasp?” 

Moses at the river.  The Israelites returning from exile.  Both decisive, gut-checking intersections that, where I grew up, would have been called “Come to Jesus moments” where circumstance, purpose and spiritual constitution all intersect in a defining, decisive demand.  It is a clarifying time of coming to terms with who you are, what you want, and what you are willing to do – that, together with what needs to be done.  It’s when what “is” looks into the eyes of “what needs to be” and swallows hard.

I wonder if that’s the wilderness in which many of us are standing, staring into the fathoms of the river that separate us from where we want to be?

Fear, for example, plays an increasingly heavy-handed role in our everyday affairs.  Ideologies and religious sensibilities that once coexisted in relative and passive indifference have now hardened and sharpened into lethal weapons.  Terrorist bombings – or at least the plotting of them – have come to seem almost commonplace, and now everyday activities are blocked by interrupting precautions.  It is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than it is for a traveler to board a plane.  Our internet activities and cell phone activities are tracked and recorded.  Security precautions and investigations have bent even the simplest routines, and we feel divided between the prudent scramble to keep ourselves protected and safe, and the defiant refusal to sacrifice our constitutional liberties.  Do we give up our freedoms in order to protect them?  We are daunted, conflicted and afraid, and we don’t know what to do.

I heard this week that the war effort in Afghanistan and Iraq is costing Americans $12 billion dollars a month.  Since that money doesn’t emerge out of thin air, detractors of the war wonder aloud what the domestic consequences that financial investment will ultimately be on such treasured programs as Medicare and Medicaid and Social Security and the like?  Supporters of the war respond with questions of their own:  like “what would happen if we don’t spend this kind of money on the war effort?”  Continuing the war seems unthinkable.  Ending it seems untenable.  We are daunted, conflicted and afraid, and we don’t know what to do.

Environmentalists – and even those who eschew such a label – are increasingly calling our attention to the unsustainable lifestyle that we are fueling; unsustainable at least as far the environment is concerned.  To put it bluntly and simply:  the foods we eat are not healthy – to us or to the land from which we extract them.  The cars we drive and the fuel we use to power them are going to strangle us.  The longer we insist on driving ourselves alone to every destination, in our inefficient and polluting vehicles, the shorter will be the life span of the world as we know it.  We are eating, manufacturing, drilling and driving ourselves to death – and taking down with us everything that has the resources to sustain us – every bit like eating the goose that lays the golden egg.  But we seem to have neither the personal nor the political will – nor perhaps even the expertise – to change.  It is all painful and dizzyingly complex.  We are daunted, conflicted and afraid, and we don’t know what to do.

And what about the immigration issue: that thorny dilemma that not only brings people into conflict, but our guiding principles and instincts as well – economic savvy colliding with moral probity; prejudice at war with hospitality; legal clarity strangled by practical impossibility.  We are daunted, conflicted and afraid, and we don’t know what to do.

It is a difficult time.  And so it is on our behalf, perhaps, no less than that of the Israelites that Moses approaches the thermostat to once again adjust the temperature.  To those who are feeling overwhelmed, despairing that we will ever get out of this hopeless mess and find our way through, Moses has a cooling word.  It isn’t a creamy, air-filled, PollyAnna-ish kind of word that blindly promises sunshine and light.  Things will not get better simply because things always get better.  We have lived too much of life – seen too much sobering news footage – and have long lost too much of our naiveté to drink that Kool-Aid.  It doesn’t just happen.  But it is a cooling word.  For those, says Moses, who turn to God with all their heart and soul and mind and strength…

... the Lord will again take delight in prospering you, just as he delighted in prospering your ancestors...

            And to those who hear the promise and bow in resignation at the very idea of living up that high ideal, this reassuring word:

…surely this commandment is not too hard for you, nor is it too far away. In fact it is very near to you; it is in your mouth and in your heart for you to observe. It is close enough to taste.

It isn’t, after all, about making scoring “100” on the test; it isn’t even about passing.  It isn’t about stature, as though grace were a Disneyland ride that you must be so tall to enter.  And it isn’t about walking a straight and narrow line, as though blessing were a sobriety test.  It is about trusting that blessing and grace are close enough to taste, holding tightly to the hand of the one who has led you thus far, and relying on that hand to lovingly, joyfully guide you home. 

 



[1] Ronald A. Heifetz.  Leadership Without Easy Answers (Cambridge, MA:  Belknap Press of Harvard University Press, 1994) p. 106