{"id":1248,"date":"2011-02-16T21:13:01","date_gmt":"2011-02-16T21:13:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/?p=703"},"modified":"2017-08-26T15:26:29","modified_gmt":"2017-08-26T19:26:29","slug":"ephesians-iv-ephesians-in-the-life-of-one-mennonite-boy-tim-schmucker-feb-13-2011","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.tumc.ca\/?p=1248","title":{"rendered":"\u201cEphesians IV: Ephesians in the life of one Mennonite boy\u201d – Tim Schmucker – Feb. 13, 2011"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\u00a0\u00a0 Fred was a robust man who was everyone\u2019s friend at church. Every Sunday morning after worship, he would greet me, a little boy, with a huge smile: \u201cvel, Timoteus, how are ve?\u201d A grandfather figure, he exuded warmth; I could feel that he cared about me, even when he teased me. He spoke with a German accent that was quite different from that of my rural Ohio grandparents and extended family. And no one else called me \u201cTimoteus\u201d. Timoteus!, in fact, as a boy I always understood him to call me \u201cTim-o-tears\u201d, and wondered why gentle friendly old Fred called me Tim-o-tears. Tears? Had I cried a lot as a baby in church?<\/font><\/div>\n

<\/font>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 It was only as a teenager that I learned that Fred, Frederick Linhardt, had survived a Russian prison camp during World War II and had faced a communist firing squad. At the age of 20, filled with grief and bitterness after the death of his fianc\u00e9e, Fred rejected God and began to idolise Hitler. Nazism became his faith. He enlisted in the army and was a decorated for bravery for his service during the invasion of Russia. But his bitterness and his rejection of faith remained. And he was haunted by the memory of numerous teenaged Russian soldiers he had killed. Then Hitler committed suicide and Fred\u2019s world fell apart. He became despondent. In the depths of despair, he lost hope for life. He cried out to God, and received an answer. Gradually and with much struggle, Fred came to faith and new hope. He found deep joy and meaning in Christian faith. And he shared his joy with whoever would listen. He also found love, and married Katie. But the employment and housing situation in post-war Germany was extremely difficult. Still, Fred witnessed to all – of his salvation from hate and bitterness. Christ had saved him! He was persecuted due to his Christian witness and openness to Jews. <\/font><\/div>\n

<\/font>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 An expert glass worker, Fred and his young wife and child immigrated to Winnipeg for work in the 1950s, but the promised job didn\u2019t last long. He was then offered a position in Toledo, Ohio. Toledo, Ohio \u2013 he didn\u2019t even know where it was. Shortly after moving there, Fred was befriended by people from Toledo Mennonite church. That was about the time I was born, so Fred, Katie, and their daughter Elizabeth were part of my church during my whole childhood. In Toledo, Fred experienced hate from others in the city due to being German. He would try to talk to his enemies, many who had lost family members in the war. On one occasion, he saved the life of one of those enemies by giving blood; his was a rare type.<\/font>
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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I learned from Fred that \u201cJesus loves me, this I know, for the Bible tells me so.\u201d\u00a0 Jesus loves us, and so we love him in response. Plus, Jesus loves everyone, so helping others means being like Jesus, it means helping Jesus himself. And plus, there is deep joy in a faith-filled life. Fred would often ask for the congregation to sing \u201cGott ist die liebe\u201d even though most in the congregation no longer spoke Pennsylvania German in daily life. Fred lived the joy of his salvation in Christ.<\/font>
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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And the uplifting letter to the churches of Ephesians is filled with expressions of this same kind of joy in faith. Chapter 2.4-10: \u201cBut God, who is rich in mercy, out of the great love with which he loved us 5even when we were dead through our trespasses, made us alive together with Christ\u2026. 7so that in the ages to come he might show the immeasurable riches of his grace in kindness towards us in Christ Jesus. 8For by grace you have been saved through faith, and this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God\u2026.\u201d <\/em>And in chapter 3 the phrases \u201cthe gift of God\u2019s grace \u2026 the boundless riches of Christ\u201d <\/em>are repeated several times.<\/font><\/div>\n

<\/font>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 In preparation for this series on Ephesians, the Preaching Team read through the letter together, out-loud, from beginning to end. And we were struck by how many of us had grown up imbibing and absorbing many of the themes in Ephesians. Hearing key Ephesians passages read regularly \u2013 yes; but even more, seeing Ephesians expressed and lived out in the values of family and church. So the Preaching Team asked me to reflect on what I had learned, imbibed, and absorbed as a child about what it meant to be Mennonite, and how that\u2019s reflected in Ephesians.<\/font><\/div>\n

<\/font>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I grew up in a Mennonite church in a city that was 40 miles away from the heart of the large northwest Ohio Amish-Mennonite community. So we were close enough to be well-connected, but far enough to be somewhat separate. Amongst my numerous rural cousins, I was the city boy. I won\u2019t tell you about all the tricks they played on me \u2013 in the haymow, in the silo, in the chicken coop, in the corn field.<\/font><\/div>\n

<\/font>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Of course, not all Mennonite kids grew up with the same experiences as I did. Yet in my 30 years of adult life I\u2019ve been a committed student and inside observer of \u201call things Mennonite\u201d. By that I mean \u201cChristian faith as lived by Mennonites\u201d. And as a committed observer I\u2019ve seen that what I imbibed as a child and youth, what I unconsciously learned about what it means to be a Mennonite follower of Jesus, are values and themes present also among other people who were raised within the Mennonite \/ Anabaptist faith tradition. And of course these themes and values are present in other Christian traditions; they\u2019re not limited to Mennonites, thank God. There are other denominations that share our historic Anabaptist roots (Church of the Brethren, Brethren in Christ). And there are other Christian traditions quite close to ours in numerous ways (Quakers in their pacifism, Plymouth Brethren and some Baptists in their believer\u2019s baptism and piety). And much more.<\/font><\/div>\n

<\/font>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 So to summarise these two caveats: 1) I don\u2019t assume my experiences growing up as a Mennonite are normative for all Mennonites, and 2) I\u2019m sure others who grew up in other Christian faith traditions will find some resonance with the core faith values I imbibed as a child, as reflected in Ephesians.<\/font><\/div>\n

<\/font>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Thankfully, these core faith values that I absorbed I believe are shared by many others, with different stories and cultural contexts. <\/font><\/div>\n

<\/font>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And the first core faith value I learned from Fred and Toledo Mennonite church was that Jesus saves, and the joy we have in Christ\u2019s love permeates life. As an adult I have at times called that kind of language pietistic and perhaps overly sentimental. Yet it was core to what I grew up understanding about faith and being Mennonite. And Ephesians is full of that joy too.<\/font><\/div\n><\/p>\n

<\/font>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 One more note here before moving on to the second core faith value I absorbed as a child. I also understood clearly that as Mennonites, we were different from the people around us, the \u201cworld\u201d. We weren\u2019t Amish, I remember explaining to some high school friends (I didn\u2019t know then that my great grandparents WERE Amish, but of the progressive wing) \u2013 we weren\u2019t Amish, but somehow I knew we were different. Perhaps that was due partly to being in a blue collar city where most people knew nothing about Mennonites. No doubt it had much to do with the separateness I would feel frequently in school — staying back, alone in the classroom, when all my classmates would go to the school basement to buy war stamps and come back bragging about how close their stamp book was to being filled. Plus, I was the only boy in the neighbourhood who wasn\u2019t allowed to watch Superman on TV. Oh yes, and we were also different because my mom wore a \u201ccovering\u201d. Those doily-like white thingies that many Swiss Mennonite (and Brethren in Christ) women in Ontario and the USA wore on their heads. Picture evidence shows that my mom wore it all day every day when I was quite small; however I only remember her wearing it to church \u2013 Sunday mornings, Sunday evenings, and Wednesday evenings, as did my city Grandma. My maternal grandma on the farm, however, wore it all her waking hours.<\/font><\/div>\n

<\/font>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 They called it their \u201cprayer covering\u201d. It was part of their reverence for Christ (Ephesians 5.21) and a very visible symbol of their dedication to Christ \u2013 being always in a spirit of prayer. It was part of their Christian joy. In the late 60s and early 70s, the covering was abandoned by most women in my church and beyond because it was seen as a symbol of patriarchy and submission. Ephesians 5.22-23: \u201cWives, be subject to your husbands as you are to the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife just as Christ is the head of the church.\u201d <\/em>But that is not how my mom and grandmas understood their prayer covering. And for several generations now many Mennonites have framed this instruction from Ephesians 5 within the context of the preceding verse: 21 \u201cBe subject to one another out of reverence for Christ.\u201d<\/em><\/font>
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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 So now, core faith learning #2: It was a dark and stormy night\u2026, although it had stopped raining. We watched through our living room window as Jack, the neighbourhood wino who lived in a rundown shoddily built house a block down the road, drunkenly made his way past our house, weaving from the middle of the road to the side, and then to the other, stopping frequently to catch his breath \u2026 or balance. Then it happened \u2013 Jack got a little too far to the side of the road, lost his balance and toppled into the shallow ditch where the rain had left a large puddle. He struggled to get up. We watched. He fought again to get up. We held our breath. Then we heard the garage door go up. We looked around and saw that my dad was no longer in the living room. He was backing his beloved Buick out of the garage, down to the street, stopping next to Jack. Dad helped him up out of the ditch and into the car, and then took him home. Our car reeked of urine for days. <\/font>
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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Growing up, I saw my parents living out daily \u201cwhat would Jesus do\u201d long before it was a slogan. Hans Denck, a 16th century Anabaptist, said \u201cno one can know Christ truly unless she\/he follow him daily in life.\u201d I saw this many times at home and at church. Knowing Christ meant following him daily. And following him daily led to greater knowing. So, I\u2019ll call this second core value I absorbed as a child \u201cTo know Jesus is to know God.\u201d Caring for others, especially the \u201cdowntrodden\u201d and the \u201cless fortunate\u201d, to use language of my childhood — this was to know Christ, this was to follow him daily in life, and this was infinitely more important than material possessions. Helping others meant helping Jesus and showing Jesus our love for him. I experienced this as child playing under the quilts my mom and the \u201cwomen\u2019s sewing circle\u201d would set up to stitch and quilt every second Wednesday to donate to the international relief and development work of Mennonite Central Committee. I also observed this in the Mennonite voluntary service unit that was an extension of our church, where a group of young adults lived together and worked in a disadvantaged neighbourhood in the city. They would serve without salary for a year or two, the young women for the joy of service, the guys in lieu of military service. Maybe the guys had some joy inservice too. And my rural grandpa and grandma were the \u201chouseparents\u201d of a voluntary service unit like this after they retired. <\/font>
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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ephesians 3:14-19: \u201cFor this reason I bow my knees before the Father, 15from whom every family in heaven and on earth takes its name. 16I pray that, according to the riches of his glory, he may grant that you may be strengthened in your inner being with power through his Spirit, 17and that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith, as you are being rooted and grounded in love. 18I pray that you may have the power to comprehend, with all the saints, what is the breadth and length and height and depth, 19and to know the love of Christ that surpasses knowledge, so that you may be filled with all the fullness of God.\u201d <\/em><\/font><\/div>\n

<\/font>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Following Christ is knowing Christ and his love. Faith lived daily in life is being filled with the fullness of God. That was my core faith learning #2, which grew out of #1: Jesus loves me this I know; the joy of salvation. And #3 is that as a child I understood intuitively that community was core to our faith and to being followers of Jesus.<\/font><\/div>\n

<\/font>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Community. John and Mary were salt of the earth folks. Mary was my Sunday school teacher. John was part of the property committee. In short, they were very involved in the church. But they couldn\u2019t manage money. John worked (sometimes) at an auto parts store that was on my way home from school and would save auto brand stickers for me \u2013 the kind that boys would put on their notebooks and bicycles. I had a really cool notebook cover. They lived in a small modest house a block over from us. When I was about 11, I was at my Grandpa and Grandma\u2019s house and noticed a cheque on my grandpa\u2019s desk. (I liked to snoop on his desk and my dad\u2019s too!) The cheque was from John and Mary and the memo line said \u201cJune rent\u201d. I remember it was at least September because school had started. So, June\u2019s rent was late. I pressed my grandpa for explanations, but he just brushed off my questions, refusing to answer. Later I asked my dad, and he wasn\u2019t so evasive, explaining that a number of years prior, John and Mary had fallen so far behind on their mortgage payments that the bank was foreclosing. So Grandpa and Grandma bought the house, and John and Mary were to pay rent for a number of years after which the house would be theirs. They never did pay it off, but that\u2019s beside the point. They were part of a community who looked after each other. Mutual aid and responsibility for each other were assumed.<\/font>
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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 So community was core to our faith and to being followers of Jesus. Yet sometimes there were difficulties. One summer at Toledo Mennonite, there was conflict brewing, although as a pre-adolescent, I wasn\u2019t aware of it. However, when someone in the congregation stood up one Sunday morning to \u201cread a letter from Colleen and Obie\u201d, I could immediately feel that this wasn\u2019t good. The letter was from Colleen, the minister\u2019s daughter, and her husband, saying that they were withdrawing from the church. It was over something I don\u2019t remember, maybe never knew. I do however remember the tears and pain that Sunday morning. There was complete silence when the letter was finished. No one spoke. Then a few people began to sob quietly. After some time, someone said \u201ccould we sing a hymn?\u201d Singing! What was normally a weekly communal experience of worship, edification and joy became my congregation\u2019s communal expression of the pain and sadness of broken relationships among us. That hymn was a lament for and confirmation of community. As a community we understood we were called to be a new humanity, the household of God together, to proclaim Christ\u2019s peace, with Christ as the cornerstone. When we failed, there was much pain and sadness.<\/font>
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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ephesians 2.12-22: \u201cBut now in Christ Jesus you who once were far off have been brought near by the blood of Christ. 14For he is our peace; in his flesh he has made both groups into one and has broken down the dividing wall, that is, the hostility between us\u2026. so that he might create in himself one new humanity in place of the two, thus making peace, 16and might reconcile both groups to God in one body through the cross, thus putting to death that hostility through it. 17So he came and proclaimed peace to you who were far off and peace to those who were near. 19So then you are no longer strangers and aliens, but you are citizens with the saints and also members of the household of God, 20built upon the foundation of the apostles and prophets, with Christ Jesus himself as the cornerstone.\u201d<\/em><\/font><\/div>\n

<\/font>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Of course, the two groups the letter to the Ephesians talks about – are the Jews and the Gentiles. I don\u2019t remember any childhood awareness that the context of this passage was Jew-Gentile. However, I do remember sensing that we must be at peace with all people, both within the congregation and with all others. And I remember that any hostile words about other people were not permitted. I grew up without racist or religious prejudice that I can identify. There was to be peace with Jews and Muslims, with Afro-Americans and American Indians. I remember the strangeness and bad feeling in the pit of my stomach when I heard negative comments about Catholics or Polish people or homosexuals at school or in the neighbourhood or by employees or customers at my family\u2019s business. It was clear to me from an early age that as Mennonite Christians we followed a Christ who broke down hostility between peoples. We were to be reconcilers, peacemakers, as we all \u2013 all humanity \u2013 were part of the household of God. And in the community we were to be \u201cmembers of one another, and live in love\u201d <\/em>as the Ephesians text for Aldred\u2019s sermon two weeks ago so clearly describes. In doing so, we were \u201cimitators of God\u201d<\/em>. This happened in community — a reconciling, dividing-wall breaking, peace-making, new humanity-building community. This grows out of our commitment to Jesus and to each other and is empowered by the Spirit at work in us. It\u2019s not simply one added obligation of being a Christian, or some Mennonite \u201cdistinctive\u201d, or a \u201cteaching\u201d we try to follow. It\u2019s at the core of our identity.<\/font>
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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWe are people of God\u2019s peace.\u201d We are to love our enemies. I was probably no more than 9 or 10 when my Sunday school teacher arrived to the classroom one Sunday morning with this massive, old looking and old smelling book, turned to page 741, and proceeded to read: \u201cin the year 1569 a pious, faithful brother and follower of Jesus Christ, named Dirk Willems\u2026\u201d. That is my first memory of the Martyrs Mirror and the story of brother Dirk who is so core to my Mennonite identity. If you don\u2019t know the captivating story of how he saved the life of his persecutor and was burned at the stake as a result, many of my former Sunday school students and I will be glad to act it out for you after the service.<\/font><\/div>\n
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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWe are people of God\u2019s peace.\u201d This meant that we didn\u2019t go to war or help with war. In addition to the Dirk Willems story, I grew up hearing the story of my great-great-great-great-great Grandpa; his name was Christian Schmucker. My GGGGrandma\u2019s name was Catherine. They lived in eastern Pennsylvania. One day, during the U.S. Revolutionary War, military officials arrived at their farm. These army bosses declared that all able-bodied men were needed to join the fight against the British tyranny, to fight the war for independence. As the story goes, my great-Grandpa Christian quietly refused, saying \u201cI will not use a gun against any person.\u201d The military recruiters tried using persuasion and threats, but with the support of GGrandma Catherine, he stood firm. He needed her support because he knew what would face him, because he had been in prison before, in Switzerland, in a castle dungeon. He had been thrown in prison there because he was an Amish-Mennonite preacher.<\/font><\/div>\n

<\/font>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The military bosses left quite angrily. After a number of days, they returned, offering GGrandpa a \u201cdeal”: Grandpa only would have to drive his team of horses and wagon to transport supplies to the army. He wouldn\u2019t have to fight himself or use a gun — just transport supplies to the soldiers so they could fight. But again GGrandpa refused. He said firmly that he would not participate or help in any part of the war. The military officials decided to make an example out of Grandpa: he was arrested, thrown into jail, and then sentenced to death in a military court for treason. In prison he wasn\u2019t given any food, so Great Grandma Catherine had to take him food every day. And their 10 year old grandson — my great-great-great Grandpa — would go with his Grandma Catherine to take food to grandpa Christian during his long prison stay. Sometimes people threw stones at them as they carried food to Gr
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<\/font>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ephesians chapter 6: \u201cFinally, be strong in the Lord and in the strength of his power. 11Put on the whole armour of God, so that you may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil. 12For our struggle is not against enemies of blood and flesh, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers of this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places. 13Therefore take up the whole armour of God, so that you may be able to withstand on that evil day, and having done everything, to stand firm. 14Stand therefore, and fasten the belt of truth around your waist, and put on the breastplate of righteousness.15As shoes for your feet put on whatever will make you ready to proclaim the gospel of peace.\u201d <\/em><\/font><\/div>\n

<\/font>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 So all this I learned and deeply absorbed as a child about what it means to be a Anabaptist-Mennonite Christian. And it\u2019s all so profoundly reflected in Ephesians\u2026. Ephesians in the life of one Mennonite boy:<\/font>
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<\/font>3. The community of believers is core to faith and being followers of Jesus.<\/font>
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