Let it Begin with Me
James 3:13-18
September 24, 2006
University Christian Church, Seattle, WA
Rev. Sandy Messick

If there is to be peace in the world,
There must be peace in the nations.

If there is to be peace in the nations,
There must be peace in the cities.

If there is to be peace in the cities,
There must be peace between neighbors.

If there is to be peace between neighbors,
There must be peace in the home.

If there is to be peace in the home,
There must be peace in the heart.

  1. 2000 years later, Mahatma Gandhi echoed the sentiment when he said, “Be the change you want to see in the world.” And then he lived out this truth in his life.
  2. Last week I attended a 5-day Interim Ministry training in New York. We spent a lot of time talking about Systems Theory and how it applies to our ministry. Systems theory understands all of life as connected and how one part of the system behaves affects the rest of the system. As individuals, our bodies are systems, made up of systems. As we interact in the congregation, the congregation is a system. And how the congregations interact with each other and with our neighborhoods and with our wider communities, all of those systems are affected by how the individual pieces behave in the system. The bottom line in systems thinking is simply this: We can’t control the behavior of other parts of the system; we can only control our own behavior. But, when I change the ways that I behave in the system, it will inevitably change the system as a whole. So change can begin with me.
  3. That kind of thinking leads to a new twist on the Serenity prayer. It says: “God grant me the serenity to accept the people I cannot change, the courage to change the one I can, and the wisdom to know it’s me.” Where does peace begin? It begins with me.

"Tell me the weight of a snowflake," a cola-mouse asked a wild dove.

"Nothing more than nothing," was the answer.

"In that case, I must tell you a marvelous story," the coal-mouse said.

"I sat on the branch of a fir, close to its trunk, when it began to snow-not heavily, not in a raging blizzard-no, just like a dream, without a sound and without any violence. Since I did not have anything better to do, I counted the snowflakes settling on the twigs and needles of my branch. Their number was exactly 3,741,952. When the 3,741,953rd dropped onto the branch, nothing more than nothing, as you say-the branch broke off."

Having said that, the coal-mouse flew away.

The dove, since Noah's time an authority on the matter, thought about the story for a while, and finally said to herself, "Perhaps there is only one person's voice lacking for peace to come to the world."

Those who have ears let them hear. Amen.