Sermon for Proper 9, Year A

Genesis 24: 34-38, 42-49, 58-67

When people ask my wife and me about how we met, we have to ask them to please be more specific.

Because, here’s the thing: We met twice.

The first time was at a campus ministry conference in western North Carolina in the late 1990s. It was not unlike many of the brief encounters one has at a conference. We shook hands, exchanged pleasantries, established that we had a mutual acquaintance, and compared notes on what we were learning.

Then we said goodbye. And that was that. Or so we thought.

The second time we met was four years later, on a bus in Vancouver, Canada. I was a fresh-faced seminarian, and she was a year ahead of me. She had noticed me around campus and wanted to welcome me to the school. Once again, we exchanged pleasantries and established the same mutual acquaintance as before. In that moment, we both experienced a sudden case of déjà vu.

Hadn’t we had this exact conversation before?

Sure enough, we were the same two people who had met years prior, over three thousand miles away.

What are the odds of that happening?

To make a long story short, we started dating a month later and got married a year and a half after that. So that’s why, when people ask how we met, we have to ask them: “Which time?”

Stories like that raise interesting questions.

Was that God? Was that coincidence? Was it somehow both?

If life is nothing but random coincidence, we might wonder: Does that mean our lives are nothing more than accidents? But if every detail has already been planned out ahead of time, we might wonder something else: Are we really making choices at all, or are we just actors reading from a script someone else wrote?

Somewhere between meaningless accident and a rigid script, people of faith have always looked for another way.

Pastorally, I frequently sit with people who wrestle with this question, not as an abstract philosophy problem, but as a very personal one: “If God has a plan for my life, how do I know if I’m following it correctly?”

People ask this when they are deciding what to do about a job, a relationship, or any number of important decisions. Underneath all those questions is usually a deeper one: “What if I choose wrong?”

And that creates a lot of anxiety because sometimes we imagine God’s plan like a hidden treasure map. Somewhere out there is the one correct answer, the one perfect path, the one thing we are supposed to do. And if we make the wrong turn, we worry that we have ruined the whole story. But what if God’s plan is less about what happens to us and more about who we are becoming?

When I hear the words, “God has a plan,” I like to translate that in my head as: “Love has a vision.”

Scripture tells us that “God is love,” and love’s vision, I think, is less about predicting every event in our lives and more about shaping us into the kind of people we were created to be.

Love’s vision for my life is that I become more loving. Or, to put that in more traditional Christian language: God’s plan for my life is for me to become like Jesus, in my own particular way.

That is exactly the kind of mystery we encounter in today’s reading from Genesis.

The story of Isaac and Rebekah is one of the great romantic “meet-cutes” of the Bible. I like to think of it as Sleepless in Seattle for arranged marriages.

Abraham sends his servant on a mission to find a wife for his son Isaac. The servant prays that God will guide him to the right person, in the right place, at the right time. And then along comes Rebekah.

The amazing thing about Rebekah is that she does not wake up that morning saying, “Today I am going to participate in the divine unfolding of salvation history.” She goes to the well and sees someone who is thirsty, so she gives him water. That’s it.

She sees a stranger in need and does the next loving thing.

The servant sees providence. Rebekah sees a neighbor. And somehow, mysteriously, both are true. Maybe providence looks like ordinary people choosing compassion.

There is no booming voice from heaven. No angel appears to explain the plan. There is simply a person choosing compassion in the moment that is in front of her.

The Church has a word for this process of listening for God’s guidance. It’s called discernment.

Discernment is not easy. It is more art than science. It involves self-awareness, education, paying attention to our intuition, seeking guidance from wise people we respect, committing ourselves to prayer, and studying Scripture. But ultimately, discernment comes down to learning to ask the old question: “What would Jesus do?”

Because we may never know for certain whether God wants us to marry a particular person, take a particular job, or choose a particular path. But we do know the kind of people Jesus calls us to become: compassionate, courageous, and wise.

Yesterday, I got a phone call from one of our long-time parishioners, who has asked to remain anonymous. This person was passing by the church and saw several people and a dog sitting in our memorial garden. Knowing how hot it was outside, this person felt moved with compassion to buy lunch for the people and their dog. And when I heard that story, I immediately thought of Rebekah.

I don’t know whether this parishioner woke up yesterday thinking, “Today I am going to fulfill God’s plan for my life.”

Probably not.

They saw people who were hot and hungry. So they did the next loving thing.

So far as she knew, Rebekah was just being kind to a thirsty stranger and his animals. She could not have known the full story that was unfolding around her.

And maybe that is true for us too. Maybe God’s plan is less like a treasure map and more like a compass. We do not always know where we are going or how to get there. But we know if we are walking in the right direction—the direction of love.

In today’s gospel, Jesus says: “Come to me, all you that are weary and are carrying heavy burdens, and I will give you rest.”

That is who Jesus is: A safe place for the weary. A place of compassion in an often unkind world. And that is who we are called to be.

We may not always know what the future holds. Maybe it’s not even our place to know. But we can trust that whenever we choose compassion, whenever we offer kindness, whenever we become a place of rest for those carrying heavy burdens, we are stepping into love’s vision for our lives.

We are becoming more like Jesus, doing the next loving thing. And maybe, without even realizing it, we are exactly where we need to be.