It was daybreak Daybreak
not now, daybreak not last year, but daybreak one morning in the
ninth century. In the populous, bustling city of Thessaloniki, a
Byzantine melting pot, a loving couple was up to set the table for
breakfast before Leo, the husband, had to go oversee his troops.
Neither he nor his wife Maria expected any of their seven children to
be up yet. But the youngest one surprised them. Little Constantine,
age seven, came running through the house, calling out, “Mom! Dad!
Mom! Dad!” Leo and Maria had known he was special – so special,
they'd decided not to have any more children after him, not to risk
it. But now what did he want?
“Mom, Dad, you'll never
guess the dream I had last night!” And so Leo and Maria listened
to little Constantine tell them about his dream. In his dream, Leo's
boss – the military governor of the province – had given an order
for all the girls in the entire city to gather together in the town
square. And then the governor had knelt down next to Constantine and
whispered, “It's time for you to choose who your wife will be. You
can pick any of these girls, and she'll be your helper your entire
life long. The choice is yours now, but you have to choose from the
girls you see here.” Seven-year-old Constantine had hardly given a
great deal of thought to marriage! But in his dream, he looked out
over this dense crowd of girls, all the girls of Thessaloniki; he
walked among them, looking for anyone who stood out. And suddenly,
there she was. A girl he'd never seen before. And she was just so
pretty and just so fancy – she looked like a little empress, with
fine clothes and gold necklaces and pearls and a shining face. And
even at seven years old, the dreaming Constantine felt butterflies in
his tummy to look at her. He'd pointed her out to the governor, and
asked for her name. And the great general knelt down and said to
Constantine, “Her name, my boy, is Wisdom.” Constantine looked
at her again, compared her to all the other girls, and said, without
a shadow of a doubt, “I choose her! I choose Wisdom!” And then
the dream began to dissipate into the night, as wedding bells chimed
in the back of the boy's mind.
Maria embraced her son,
and she exchanged an astonished glance with her husband Leo. They
were Christians – and faithful ones, more than some of their
neighbors. So they knew the scriptures, knew the tales of dreamers
like Jacob, Joseph, Solomon. What could their little boy's dream
mean, but a calling upon his life? So Leo sat Constantine down and
reminded him of what the Book of Proverbs said. “My son, keep
your father's commandment, and forsake not your mother's teaching”
(Proverbs 6:20). Just as Leo and Maria had submitted to God's
wisdom, so they would pass on their training in godliness to
Constantine as long as they lived. “For the commandment
is a lamp and the teaching a light, and the reproofs of discipline
are a way of life” (Proverbs
6:23), a gift to guard against the bewitching lasses. “Say
to Wisdom, 'You are my sister,' and call Insight your intimate
friend” (Proverbs 7:4). For
Wisdom, Leo explained, is a lady who outshines the sun, and if
Constantine really would pursue her – if that was God's call upon
his life, to be fully wedded to Wisdom, to be so closely joined to
Wisdom that all she has becomes his – then he'd be saved a lot of
trouble. A good life.
Well,
Constantine started school not long after that, and proved to be the
brightest in the class – a real prodigy. During the course of his
life – which ended due to a sickness in his forties, after he'd
changed his name from Constantine to Cyril – he became many things.
A priest. A monk. A librarian. A teacher. A Bible translator.
An imperial ambassador. A missionary and evangelist. But those who
loved him most dearly, who hung on his every word, called him 'the
Philosopher.' The lover of Wisdom. And Constantine – St. Cyril –
had a dazzling and remarkable career, as did his older brother
Michael who became St. Methodius. All because the lady Cyril loved,
the woman he wedded, was Wisdom herself.
As
a boy, he was invited in a dream. But the same invitation is held
out to all of us in the Book of Proverbs. In the past few weeks,
we've explored a few different dimensions to wisdom. But until now,
we haven't had much inkling that wisdom was anything more than a
character trait or an abstract ideas. Yet now Wisdom steps forward
as a person, Lady Wisdom, who presents us with her autobiography.
She steps forward to tell her story. “Yahweh begot me at
the beginning of his way, the first of his acts of old. Ages ago I
was established, at the first, before the beginning of the earth.
When there were no depths, I was brought forth, when there were no
springs abounding with water. Before the mountains had been shaped,
before the hills, I was brought forth, before he had made the earth
with its fields or the first of the dust of the world”
(Proverbs 8:22-26).
In
Isaiah, God declares that he was alone when he created the universe:
“I am Yahweh who made all things, who alone
stretched out the heavens, who spread out the earth by
myself, who frustrates
the signs of liars and makes fools of diviners, who turns 'wise' men
back and makes their knowledge foolish”
(Isaiah 44:24-25). But Proverbs introduces us to someone who keeps
God company when God is all alone, someone who has a hand in
everything God does when God goes it alone. This someone is Wisdom,
and she is on the inside
of all God's alone time. Wisdom belongs eternally with God from the
inside-out. She relates to him like a child to a father, because he
begot her – not in time, but eternally, timelessly. In the far
reaches of eternity before the world was ever made, Wisdom was there
with her Father, was his constant companion, God's other self. No
earth. No deeps. No hills or mountains or springs or fields. Not
even the dust, nor even the stardust. Not a single solitary atom.
No time. No space. No matter or energy. Only eternity. Only God.
And when there was nothing but God alone... Wisdom was there, in
God's mind, being timelessly born out of the “womb of [God's]
heart.” And so when God commenced the sequence of time and
stretched out the distances of space, Wisdom was there. When God
separated the day from the night, Wisdom took note. And when God
brought dry land out of the deeps and gave shape to the hills and
valleys, the springs and rivers and fields, Wisdom watched.
Not
only that, but Wisdom had her hands in it up to the elbows! She
explains further, “When
he established the heavens – I was there! When he drew a circle on
the face of the deep, when he made firm the skies above, when he
established the fountains of the deep, when he assigned to the sea
its limit so that the waters might not transgress his command, when
he marked out the foundations of the earth – then
I was beside him, like a master craftsman”
(Proverbs 8:27-30a). Not just a passive observer. A master
craftsman or workman. An architect, an artist, a builder, a
designer. None of the Lord's work was done without Lady Wisdom's
involvement: “Yahweh
by Wisdom founded the earth”
and “established
the heavens”
(Proverbs 3:19). “O
Yahweh, how manifold are your works – in Wisdom
you have made them all”
(Psalm 104:24). Wisdom had her hand on everything, from within God's
own mind and heart; and not for a moment did she waver from his side.
Not for a moment did this Lady Wisdom take a leave of absence, take
her eyes off the ball. No, she was there. She has stories to tell
that are older than time. She has scenes to paint that make galaxies
look small.
And
then Wisdom tells us something else. She says, “And
I was daily his delight, rejoicing before him always”
(Proverbs 8:30b). Wisdom delighted in her Father, and he delighted
in her, like a proud papa watching his baby coo, like a laughing dad
clapping as his little girl dances through the meadows, basking in
the light of the sun. Such it was with God and his Wisdom. She
danced for him every day, basking and celebrating in all he had made.
And with every step Wisdom took through the fields and over the
hills, across the waters and down to the fountains of the deeps, and
as her dance raced across the skies fastened firmly overhead, her
Father laughed and shouted, “Then I see it is good!”
And
then came what Genesis calls that sixth day. Wisdom remembers. She
remembers Adam and Eve and all they ever stood for. They were the
playmates of her age-old youth. For as Wisdom tells us now in
Proverbs, summing up her achievements of long ago, not only was she
daily God's delight and rejoicing before him each day, but she was
“rejoicing in
his inhabited world and delighting in the children of man”
(Proverbs 8:31). Like a little girl running around with her friends,
Wisdom celebrated that the world wasn't made to be empty. This world
of ours was made to be filled, filled with God's works, filled with
God's creatures, and the crowning creatures, the finishing touches in
this masterpiece, were us. And Wisdom delighted in us! Wisdom was
happy every time she looked at us! All Wisdom ever wanted was to
dance with us, and play the games of life with us, and run through
everlasting fields with us! And although we left those garden fields
behind, still Wisdom is determined to come find us, to seek and save
her lost friends at last.
And
by now, maybe you can guess what the early generations of Christians
saw when they read this chapter. For they believed that, on the
other side of Easter and Pentecost, a light shone backward that lit
up the entire Old Testament, revealing in vivid color those things
that had been murky before, and so now they could finally see in
daylight what had been waiting there all along, the hidden meaning,
the treasure buried in scripture's field – and when the light of
the gospel hit this chapter, they saw who this Wisdom is. And a few
of them, squinting, thought they recognized Wisdom as the Holy
Spirit. But all the rest, with one voice, cried out, “Where Wisdom
stood, there stands our Jesus!” For who else is begotten of the
Father in the timeless halls of eternity? And who else stood by the
Father and was the master craftsman of all creation? That's Jesus!
Which
means that Jesus is eternal. Jesus is the divine craftsman. And
Jesus, before ever he took flesh, was the daily delight in his
Father's eyes, and the one who only ever wanted to dance with us
through a world at peace. For Jesus is the Wisdom of God –
“Christ, the
Power of God and the Wisdom of God”
(1 Corinthians 1:24). He is the one whom the teacher in Proverbs see
as Lady Wisdom. He is the One whose threads are woven so deep into
creation's fabric. And even when we left those garden fields behind,
still he was determined to come seek and save the lost friends he
knew in a younger world. And when the Father declares that “Yahweh
gives Wisdom”
(Proverbs 2:6), we see that the Father gives Jesus; when we hear that
“Wisdom will
come into your heart”
(Proverbs 2:10), we see that Jesus will enter our hearts. So
“blessed is
the one who finds [Jesus]”
(Proverbs 3:13)! “[Jesus]
is better than jewels: all you desire can't compare with [Jesus]”
(Proverbs 8:11)!
The
next chapter presents us with two women, vying for our attention,
yearning to be our host. One is Wisdom. The other is Folly. “The
woman Folly is loud – she's seductive and knows nothing. She sits
at the door of her house, she takes a seat in the heights of the
town, calling to those who pass by, who are going straight on their
way, 'Whoever's simple, let him turn in here!' And to one who lacks
sense, she says, 'Stolen water is sweet, and bread eaten in secret is
pleasant'”
(Proverbs 9:13-17).
But
then, on the other hand, there stands Wisdom. She said she'd come
find us. And here she is. Wisdom has undertaken a long preparation
for this. “Wisdom
has built her house; she has hewn her seven pillars”
(Proverbs 9:1). And her house sits at the pinnacle of the heights of
the city – in other words, her house is where the temple goes. And
her house is a magnificent mansion. What does she do there? “She
has slaughtered her beasts, she has mixed her wine, she has also set
her table. She has sent out her young women to call from the tops of
the heights of the town”
(Proverbs 9:2-3). The call she makes, whether by messengers or in
person, is very public. We hear elsewhere, “Wisdom
cries aloud in the street, in the markets she raises her voice; at
the head of the noisy streets she cries out, at the entrance of the
city gate she speaks”
(Proverbs 1:20-21). “Does
not Wisdom call? Doesn't Understanding raise her voice? On the
heights beside the way, at the crossroads she takes her stand; beside
the gates in front of the town, at the entrance of the portals she
cries aloud”
(Proverbs 8:1-3). To hear from Wisdom isn't a private affair. She's
out in public. She's going to find people where they already are.
The street, the market, the crossroads, the gates where city life
meets countryside.
And
she'll take anybody, she wants to teach anybody. There are no
prerequisites for her class. “To
you, O men, I call, and my cry is to the children of man,”
any offspring of Adam (Proverbs 8:4). She welcomes those who already
have some experience: “Give
to a wise man, and he'll be even wiser; teach a righteous man, and
he'll increase in learning”
(Proverbs 9:9). But she hasn't come for just the already righteous,
the already wise. She isn't here to select out the 'gifted,' she
isn't looking for geniuses or the elite only, not those who can
somehow prove their worth. She wants the naive to come to her, wants
the uneducated to gather around: “O
simple ones, learn prudence!”
(Proverbs 8:5a). “How
long, O simple ones, will you love being simple?”
(Proverbs 1:22a). She wants them to come to her and be changed, come
to her and learn what they need. She even wants fools, mockers, and
scoffers in her class. “O
fools, learn sense!”
(Proverbs 8:5b). “How
long will scoffers delight in their scoffing and fools hate
knowledge?”
(Proverbs 1:22b). Scoffers and sinners can be transformed, if
they'll “turn
at [her] reproof”
– because if they will, then she promises, “Behold,
I will pour out my Spirit to you; I will make my words known to you!”
(Proverbs 1:23). And that's an offer she makes to any humans, who
come from any background, any education level, any sex or race or
nation or age. It's an offer she makes to you.
Because
you are who Wisdom has been looking for. You were on her mind when
she sent out her messengers. Because she's extending an invite, just
like that devilish rival Folly. Folly wants to seduce you into her
flimsy den of flimflam, wants to feed you with stolen water and
secret bread. But Wisdom has slaughtered the fatted calf for you and
mixed spices and honey into her heady wine for you. Wisdom wants to
offer you a much richer meal. And she says, “Whoever
is simple, let him turn in here! … Come, eat of my bread and drink
of the wine I have mixed. Leave your simple ways, and live,
and walk in the way of insight”
(Proverbs 9:4-6). Wisdom has set a table for you; and, gathered
'round this table of banquet delights, she'll teach you what it means
to really live. And she says to you, “Blessed
is whoever listens to me, watching daily at my gates, waiting beside
my doors. For whoever finds me finds life and obtains favor from
Yahweh; but whoever fails to find me injures himself – all who hate
me love death”
(Proverbs 8:34-36). Wisdom is serious – joyfully, joyfully
serious. To find her is to find life and stand in God's smile. To
run away from her, to throw her invitation in the trash, is to go
home and cuddle up with the Grim Reaper. And Wisdom doesn't want
that for any of us! Wisdom wants to show us delicacies beyond our
palate, wants to nourish us in the light and make us new people.
Wisdom is inviting me and inviting you. And as one third-century
Christian said about it, “Wisdom's divine heavenly beauty invites
the one who contemplates it to love.”
When
early generations of Christians like that looked back on this chapter
in Proverbs, they heard of Wisdom building a house and thought about
the birth of Jesus – how his very own divine power knitted together
a body of flesh and blood for himself in Mary's womb, a body he would
later proclaim to be the temple, which would be torn down and raised
in three days. And not only did he raise that body in three days,
but he extended his body, including us in it. For now earth does
have the Body of Christ, the Temple of God – and it's the Church.
And just like Revelation uses seven local churches to represent the
whole, so Proverbs uses seven pillars to hold up the temple, Wisdom's
House. Blessed is whoever listens to Jesus, watching daily at his
gates through the everyday spiritual disciplines and waiting beside
his doors to enter this house of his. For whoever fails to find
Jesus is hurting no one but him- or herself, and rejecting Jesus is
choosing to love Death. But whoever finds Jesus, whoever learns from
Jesus and receives his Spirit, has found life and stands in the favor
of a smiling God and Father! For the meal Jesus offers, the table
Wisdom spreads, is far more delightful than any quick pleasures Folly
can muster. And even a scoffer and fool can come through this door
to meet Jesus, the Wisdom of God.
Proverbs
expresses these things under the image of two women, each inviting a
man passing by to come into her house and have a meal. Of course, in
Israelite culture, an invitation into a woman's house for a meal was
often suggestive of intimacy. It hinted at courting, at seduction.
Folly wants to seduce you. But Wisdom wants to be your lawfully
wedded wife, to have and to hold. Make Wisdom your most intimate
friend! For Wisdom comes to us with a marriage proposal. She says
that, if you'll marry her, marry Wisdom, she'll bless you with true
life and true riches and true delights. And she's right. She wants
to pick up where we all left off – dancing in the fields of all
creation, singing in the heights of the heavens, feasting and playing
and delighting and rejoicing in each other, intimately, for eternity
ahead. That's Wisdom's wish. And this Wisdom is none other than
Jesus, who laid down his life to spread a full table, and who rose
again out of sheer joy for life.
Where
Proverbs leaves us now is faced with two invitations: Folly's house
or Wisdom's palace, the world's ways or Jesus' light, the stolen
water of worldly pleasures or the sweet-and-spicy wine of Jesus'
love. Whom do we want? Whom do we love? Will we fall for Jesus,
gather 'round the table where he teaches, hang on his every word? Or
will we pass right by, take another road from the crossroads, go
about our business in the market, let the noise of the streets of the
day-to-day drown out his call? If we want Wisdom, if we want Jesus,
then the whole rest of Proverbs is filled with his touch and the echo
of his voice. The beauty of a little boy's heaven-sent dream from long ago, the
dream of Constantine who became St. Cyril, is a dream open to us as
well. Wisdom stands before us, surrounded by the throng. Let us
point to Wisdom and marvel at her majesty and shout out, “I choose
her!” Let us see Jesus Christ on the cross, and marvel at his
grace, and shout all the louder, “I choose him!” And may we hear
him and love him and dance with him all the days eternity has to
offer. Amen.