Phillips Brooks (1835-1893) was one of the great preachers and leaders of the Episcopal
Church. He was the Bishop of the Diocese of Massachusetts. He wrote the classic
Christmas carol, O Little Town of Bethlehem. He also attended seminary at my
alma mater, Virginia Theological Seminary. Here is a portion of a sermon Brooks preached on Matthew 26:21-22 in
which he reflects on how it is that Jesus’ disciples might each wonder if he
was the one who would betray him. They asked,
‘Is it I?”
It must have been that their life with him had deepened the sense
of the mystery of their lives. They had seen themselves, in intercourse with
him, as capable of much more profound and variable spiritual experiences than
they had thought possible before. And this possible life, this possible
experience, had run in both directions up and down. They had recognized a before
unknown capacity for holiness, and they had seen also a before unknown power of
wickedness. Their sluggishness had been broken up, and they had seen that they
were capable of divine things. Their self-satisfied pride had been broken up,
and they had seen that they were capable of brutal things. Heaven and hell had
opened above their heads and below their feet. They had not thought it
incredible when Christ said, ‘I go to prepare a place for you, and I will come
again and receive you to myself,’ now they did not think it incredible when he
said, ‘One of you shall betray me.’ The life with Christ had melted the ice in
which they had been frozen, and they felt it in them either to rise to the sky
or to sink into the depths. That was and that always is Christ’s revelation of
the possibilities of life.
(Philips Brooks: Selected
Sermons, William Scarlett, ed., p. 151)
“Their
sluggishness had been broken up, and they had seen that they were capable of
divine things. Their self-satisfied pride had been broken up, and they had seen
that they were capable of brutal things.” Perhaps that should be the goal of
all our preaching and teaching, all our spiritual disciplines.
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