Love Builds

This is what it’s all about. Love is what holds this body up. Not opinions. Not arguments. Not knowledge. Just Love.

When I was in seminary, one of our assignments was to visit another religious institution and observe how they worshipped. I chose to visit a Hindu temple nearby that was in an old Methodist church.
 
With its red brick exterior, and a huge rose window over the entrance it didn’t look like a Hindu temple you see in books.

​But inside, the sanctuary had been completely reimagined, making space for a massive icon of the god that particular temple honored.

I arrived for a mid-day prayer service where it was just me and the officiant priest that day. He was kind, soft-spoken, and deeply hospitable. As he led me through the ritual, I was struck by the familiar smell of incense, the cadence of his chant, and the careful offerings made at the altar.
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When the service ended, he invited me to try the food that had been blessed and offered in worship. As he handed me the plate, I found myself at an uncomfortable crossroad. Would eating this food dishonor my Christian faith—or would it be an expression of it?

I had the theological knowledge. I knew my identity in Christ wouldn’t unravel by a meal. But still, I felt the weight of the moment. I could hear voices from my past telling me I’ll burn in hell for even being there in the first place.
 
Today’s reading invites us into that same kind of tension about freedom, food, idols, and what love looks like in a complicated, pluralistic world.

Now concerning food sacrificed to idols: we know that “all of us possess knowledge.” Knowledge puffs up, but love builds up. Anyone who claims to know something does not yet have the necessary knowledge, but anyone who loves God is known by him. Hence, as to the eating of food offered to idols, we know that “no idol in the world really exists” and that “there is no God but one.” . . . .  It is not everyone, however, who has this knowledge. Since some have become so accustomed to idols until now, they still think of the food they eat as food offered to an idol, and their conscience, being weak, is defiled. .. . . But take care that this liberty of yours does not somehow become a stumbling block to the weak.  Therefore, if food is a cause of their falling, I will never again eat meat, so that I may not cause one of them to fall.                                                                                                                                                                                                                             1 Corinthians 8:1-13

In all my years of preaching, I’ve never attempted to preach on this passage. It always seemed kind of niche. I mean, eating meat sacrificed to idols doesn’t exactly scream “urgent spiritual crisis.” But when I reread this letter, I realized it’s about so much more than one’s diet.
 
Remember, this church was deeply divided—by politics, class, and status. Folks with a more educated and mature faith looked down on those who were newer to the church. Those who were less “in the know.” Think about how some people roll their eyes at those who have “less informed” political views. This is what’s happening in Corinth. And Paul isn’t having it.
 
He reminds them—and us—that being right is not the same thing as being loving. “Knowledge puffs up,” he writes. “But love builds up.”

This is important for us to pay attention to because it was the way they loved that set this young church apart from the other religions. Christianity, believe it or not, was founded on radical, extreme inclusion. Everyone was welcomed, because everyone was loved.
 
It’s worth noting Corinth was destroyed and the do rebuilt by Rome. It became an important multinational pluralistic city. Worshipping idols was part of the cultural DNA. Temples to Aphrodite, Apollo, Isis, and even the emperor himself lined the streets.
 
In those temples, animal sacrifice was common. And the meat from those sacrifices was sold in marketplaces. And that meat that was being sold in the marketplace was being served at the dinner parties hosted by the wealthy. Some who just so happen to be the Christians Paul is writing to.
 
To some in the church it was only meat. Like Paul, they knew there was only one real God so buying meat offered to an illegitimate deity was like buying steak at Whole Foods. But to those newer to faith, that meat was seen as tainted, even dangerous. To eat it felt like a betrayal to their newfound faith; a slippery slope to the life they left behind.
 
Whichever side you’re on in this debate, Paul essentially says, “You’re right. But what good is your knowledge if it isn’t building each other up in love?” Being “right” means very little if it causes someone to stumble in their faith.
 
Now, just before America invaded Iraq, my knowledge had me convinced there were no weapons of mass destruction there. But my dad, not so much. He towed the party line.

​The harder I pushed back, the deeper he would dig in. Our arguments started to drive us apart.
I had to ask myself—was being right worth losing my dad? Guess what? It wasn’t.

Knowledge puffs up. But love builds up. And I chose to take the difficult path of love because that’s what Jesus taught me to do.
 
Surrounded by the smartest religious minds of his day, Jesus often challenged their interpretation of the scriptures they were quoting but not necessarily abiding by.

He says, “Whoa to you,” for being like whitewashed tombs looking good on the outside but full of darkness and death on the inside.
 
When they question his follower’s cleanliness, Jesus says it’s not what goes into the mouth that defiles a person but what comes out of it.
 
Jesus wasn’t looking to win arguments. His goal was to reveal the heart of scripture: love, mercy, and justice.

Jesus calls out “those in the know” for treating Scripture as a textbook instead of living out the words as a testimony to God's love. 
 
Being right isn’t the goal. The goal is being the presence of God’s love in the space between heaven and earth. Paul said he wouldn’t eat meat again if it meant hurting someone in the body of Christ.

This begs the hard question: What am I willing to give up so others can experience God’s love through me?
 
We know what Jesus was willing to give. He always prioritizes people over principles and traditions. When a bleeding woman pushes through a crowd of men to be healed, Jesus doesn’t rebuke her for breaking purity laws, he calls her “daughter” and heals her immediately.

​The same with the blind, the weak, the poor, the ones pushed aside and forgotten. Jesus doesn’t just make room for them, he re-centers the entire community around them so everyone is welcomed and loved.
 
St. Teresa of Ávila taught “It is love alone that gives worth to all things.” And this begs another question: What good is our faith if we’re not showing up: loving, healing, forgiving?

What good is knowing, or following, or worshiping the one who gave his life to make room for us if we won’t give up our seat or make room for someone else at God’s table?
 
This is what Paul calls freedom. Let’s not confuse this with the lack of oversight or laws, but to letting go of oneself and embracing cruciform love. Jesus didn’t use the power of his freedom to protect himself. He used it to serve. To lift up those around him. But are we willing to do the same?
 
Today, the church is divided over issues like same sex marriage, or using inclusive language for God. Whatever side of the arguments you’re on, I’m sure you’re convinced that your team is right. Again, the goal isn’t to win. It’s about loving God, loving others, and serving both.
 
This doesn’t mean truth doesn’t matter.  It does. But people matter more. The nosey neighbors, the offensive co-worker, the drag queens who read books to children, the angry protestors and the politically ignorant, all matter more to God than our theological correctness or denominational divisions.
 
What good is our faith, our worship, our Scripture, if we don’t embody the very love and grace of the God these things reveal? Paul calls us the body of Christ to remind us that like Christ, we must lay down our lives – our pride and ego – so others can rise.

​This is how we build a community of love together in the space that separates us.
 
I’d like to close with a story about our old neighbor Tom Wolfe, who was a carpenter and built his own house, doing most of the work himself. But someone poured the foundation. Another ran the pipes. And a few of his friends helped frame the roof.
 
Did they voted the same way or rooted for the same team? It didn’t matter. They worked together to create something bigger than themselves. A literal house of love.
 
That’s what Paul’s getting at. We’re all builders raising each other up on the foundation of God’s love in Christ. This is what it’s all about. Love is what holds this body up. Not opinions. Not arguments. Not knowledge. Just Love.
 
“Without love,” writes Paul, “I am nothing.”  And Jesus tells us, “They will know you belong to me by the way you love one another.”
 
You can know how to frame a wall or shingle a roof. But if you don’t show up to build—what good is that knowledge? So, let’s rise up for each other in love. If you are strong, be the first to kneel. If you are wise, be the first to listen. If you are free, let that freedom be someone else’s healing.
 
“For whatever you do to the least of these, your brothers and sisters,” says Jesus, “You do also to me.” Now that you know, go and live that. For love is the greatest form of worship done in his name.