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Wednesday, February 6, 2008

Ash Wednesday Sermon

"The Most Uncomfortable Day"
Psalm 51 and Matthew 6:1-6, 16-21
Rev. Everett L. Miller
It’s pretty ironic that on a day when we purposely have a cross of ashes marked on our foreheads so that everyone else can see it, our main gospel passage, the words of our Lord Jesus himself are, “Beware of practicing your piety before others in order to be seen by them; for you have no reward from your Father in heaven.” Throughout chapter 6 of Matthew, Jesus uses the word “hypocrites” over and over again. Ouch.

When I was in my senior year of seminary I took a course in which we spent an entire semester looking very closely at Jesus’ interactions with other people in the gospels. Once, I wrote a paper about the time when Jesus’ disciples are plucking heads of grain for snacks on the Sabbath and the Pharisees accuse them of breaking the Sabbath commandment. When I received my paper back from my professor he had written a note, I’m not sure if it was a note of appreciation or surprise, saying that through my explanation of the beauty of Sabbath and the possible motives of the Pharisees I had portrayed them as very faithful, pious Jews who were in many ways right in their accusations against Jesus. My professor was used to students railing at the Pharisees as nitpicking legalists. He wasn’t used to students identifying with them.

Later in that same semester I had to write a paper about the actual legal (as opposed to theological) reasons that Jesus was put to death. So I analyzed the accusations made against him by all the different groups. I read over and over the accounts of his makeshift trial before the Sanhedrin and the High Priests. I tried to put myself in Pontius Pilate’s shoes. Then I wrote this long paper about Jesus being killed because the leaders of the Jewish people could not afford for anything to happen that would upset the Romans because then the Romans would come and destroy Jerusalem and kill thousands of Jews, which turned out to be a valid fear as the Romans eventually did do just that about 40 years later. Then I wrote the last sentence of that paper and it was as if it had come from somewhere else, somewhere deeper than usual, because I typed it out and just stared at it with surprise and almost shame. I felt like crying or running away and hiding because I knew that it was true. I had written these words: “I have come to the realization that had I been in their place, I would have killed Jesus too.” Every now and then I pull that paper out of my filing cabinet and just stare at that final sentence.

I am pretty sure that Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John, when they wrote their gospels did not intend that their readers identify with the Pharisees, Chief Priests, and Pontius Pilate. They seemed to have wanted their readers to identify with the band of ragamuffin disciples who loved Jesus but who just couldn’t get it quite right. I believe that is what they intended. But I also believe that they didn’t intend for there still to be people around 2,000 years later reading their gospel with 2,000 years of religion and tradition heaped on top of the faith they were sharing. Those early Christians who had been cast out of the Jewish religion and who had given up the Roman religion, who had no church buildings but were meeting before dawn in the houses of believers or in the catacombs beneath the city streets, probably weren’t what you could call “religious” people. They were simply people of faith in Jesus. That’s how I imagine them anyway.

So although the early Christians had many challenges that we do not have and we can freely worship and we can afford to have beautiful sanctuaries and stained glass windows and our pastors have begun to wear long flowing robes, we have to come to the realization that so often because of the very advantages that we do have, we have perhaps become more like the Pharisees than like the disciples. When we realize this we find that today’s passage from Matthew 6 isn’t there so that we can cheer on Jesus, clapping along and saying, “Oh yeah, Jesus. They are hypocrites. We don’t want to be like them” because Jesus is actually warning his disciples not to be like us. Jesus is warning us not to be like ourselves. I love how it is paraphrased in The Message, “Be especially careful when you are trying to be good so that you don’t make a performance out of it. It might be good theater, but the God who made you won’t be applauding.”

Maybe I am telling you something that you don’t agree with or maybe something that you know is true but didn’t want to hear, especially by some guy who isn’t even your own pastor. But if Ash Wednesday is worth anything, it gains its worth from being a day of truth telling. I read an article this week by a Methodist pastor who called Ash Wednesday the most uncomfortable day of the church year. He realized this most fully one year after he had gone through the motion of saying, “From dust you have come and to dust you shall return” and marking the cross of ashes on over a hundred foreheads. While he was doing that his wife had gone to the nursery to get their three year old daughter before she came forward for the imposition of ashes. All of a sudden, after all that “religious” repetition he was standing face to face with his precious three year old daughter and he was placing ashes on her forehead and saying, “From dust you have come and to dust you shall return.” That is when the meaning of the action, that we are all mortal and that we are all sinners who must continually run into the embrace of a gracious God, moved from his head and even his lips down to his heart. He looked at his smiling and somewhat confused toddler of a daughter with a cross of soot on the same forehead he kissed every night and he had the same realization I’d had when I realized I would have killed Jesus too: This is uncomfortable but it is the truth.

So if Jesus warns us to, “Beware of practicing your piety before others in order to be seen by them,” what are we doing here tonight getting ready to line up to do just that? You may be asking yourself, should I get the ashes or not? Well, that depends on your motives. If we are here because we want people to know that we are so pious that we even showed up at the Ash Wednesday service, or if we are here because we want the ashes on our foreheads so we can go to the grocery store afterwards or drive down to Ponca City to eat at Chili’s and have everyone see how pious we are, then we are here for the wrong reasons and we probably ought to stay seated when the time comes to have the ashes placed on our foreheads. Because, you see, the key to understanding Jesus’ strong statement is the second half of the sentence, “in order to be seen by them.” He doesn’t say that we should never practice our piety in front of others. But he does say we better not do it simply to draw attention to ourselves. If you have come here to have ashes on your head in order to be seen by others you are wasting your time.

But if you have come because even though you might not fully understand what this imposition of ashes thing is all about but you know that you are a sinner in need of God’s help then please by all means be strengthened in your faith by receiving the imposition of the ashes. But as we take part in this religious ritual, let us remember that religion is only valuable insofar as it helps to build our faith and enables us to live it out in the world. Religion for its own sake is the enemy of faith. This is the message of King David in Psalm 51 when he prays, “For you have no delight in sacrifice; if I were to give a burnt offering, you would not be pleased. The sacrifice acceptable to God is a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise.” Then just a few verses later, though, when you might expect him to vow to never make a religious sacrifice again he says to God, “You will delight in right sacrifices.”

Jesus teaches something very similar to David’s words in Matthew 5 when he says, “Therefore, if you are offering your gift at the altar and there remember that [someone] has something against you, leave your gift there in front of the altar. First go and be reconciled to [that person]; then come offer your gift.” He doesn’t say that the religious ritual should be totally avoided but he does say that it doesn’t matter what you do with your hands if it isn’t coming from your heart. So in Matthew 6 Jesus doesn’t say don’t give to the poor. Actually he tells at least one person in the gospels to give everything to the poor. But here he says don’t give to the poor so everyone else can see you. He doesn’t say don’t pray. He says don’t pray just so everyone can hear you praying. He doesn’t say don’t ask God for forgiveness. He says don’t pray for forgiveness if you are not willing to forgive. And he doesn’t tell his disciples not to fast. But he does say don’t fast and then go around telling people all about how you are fasting. This is what the hypocrites do, he says.

But although in the gospels Jesus uses the Pharisees, among other groups of people, as examples of religious hypocrites, don’t fool yourselves. The Pharisees do not have a monopoly on participating in religious ritual for the wrong reasons. The Pharisees don’t do anything that we Christians do not do on a regular basis. I don’t think that Jesus was against the Pharisees because they were Pharisees but because some of them, like many of us Christians, were more concerned about appearances and religion than faith in God and love for God and others.

Ash Wednesday is the beginning of the season of Lent, and Lent is a time of soul searching. It is a time when like a ship that is taking on water we begin to throw overboard anything that is not essential for the journey. It is a time when we realize that returning to dust is as far as I can go on my own. It is, perhaps, the most uncomfortable day of the church year, because it is a day of truth telling, of telling the truth about our own mortality, our own sinfulness, our own religious hypocrisy and showmanship. But the truth must be told before the journey can continue because as our Lord Jesus said himself, “If you hold to my teaching, you are really my disciples. Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.”

Monday, January 7, 2008

"Wonderful Words of Life"
Matthew 4:1-4
Rev. Everett L. Miller
This being the first Sunday of the New Year, it is a time when a lot of us make resolutions for how we will change our lives for the better this year. Sometimes we are very specific, such as, “I will read one book each month” or “I will workout three times a week,” or “I will stop smoking by February 15.” More often, we make vague commitments to some sort of general improvements in our lives. “I’ll eat healthier this year.” “I’m going to treat people better.” “I will spend more time with my friends.”

If you are anything like me, when the end of the year finally comes and I’ve survived Thanksgiving, Advent, Christmas, and New Year’s with all of the parties, meetings, and end of the year reports, not to mention the advertising blitz around Christmas, you are so frazzled that all you want to do is to get back to the basics. “I’m going to grow in my faith. I’m going to enjoy my family. I’m going to just work hard for my living.” The New Year is a good time to get back to the basics of life.

When I was thinking about what I would preach on at the beginning of 2008, I thought about this idea of getting back to the basics. Maybe I should preach about the basics of faith, of what it means to be a disciple of Jesus, kind of a confirmation class refresher for all of us. So we will get back to the basics, the foundations of faith. Over the next couple of months we will cover such topics as Holy Scripture, Who is God?, and What is the Church? And many more. So let’s get back to the basics.

This past Thursday morning I was all alone in our sanctuary, and I sat down in the first pew. As a break from the busy day, I decided to sit for ten minutes in silence. At first all kinds of thoughts came to mind: the dried poinsettia leaves on the carpet, the e-mail I’d forgotten to send to a colleague. Then after three or four minutes my mind had quieted and I was just sitting there, being. All morning I’d been thinking about how I was so frazzled and stressed. The bad thing about taking vacation is that while you are gone little elves don’t break into your office and do all of your work for you. It is always waiting for you when you get back. So I had four days of work to complete in less than two days. I had presbytery business which I needed to finish and Sunday worship to plan. To top it off my office is so messy and disorganized that I can’t find anything when I need it. Everybody has gone on vacation and come back to that. Surely you’ve had one of those days when you feel like you are being drawn and quartered by all the different directions you are being pulled.

As I was sitting in the silence, the scripture passage I had been reading earlier in the day in preparation for this Sunday’s sermon came to mind, Jesus’ response to Satan’s first temptation in the desert. “Man does not live by bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God.” I said that over and over again as I breathed in and out. Then I realized that I was so frazzled not necessarily because I had a lot to do, but because I was living “on bread alone.” I’d been on vacation for over a week, and I hadn’t kept up on my praying and scripture reading like I should. I rested but I guess you could say that I didn’t recharge. I was just living on the surface, so when I returned to the church office I just kept on going that way. I was living on bread alone, meaning that I was not gaining my strength from God. Do you ever find yourself trying to live on bread alone?

It is inevitable. When I live on bread alone my life gets out of whack. And one of the ways that I have tried to re-center myself when my life gets out of whack, is to hike. I’ve only had the opportunity a couple of times but I like to hike the trails at the Chaplin Nature Center just west of Arkansas City. There is something about being out in the woods all by myself, listening to the wind blowing through the trees, feeling the sun on my face as it peeks through. I feel relaxed and happy. I feel close to the earth and in a way I feel close to God as though God and I have finally been able to slip away from the crowds to take a walk together. There is a sacredness to my hikes. Some of you may have had that type of experience at the beach or in the mountains. But although those hikes tend to help immensely, usually what I need when the edges begin to fray is sitting on a bookshelf collecting dust.

I’ve never seen the Grand Canyon or the Himalayas or Angel Falls, but I’ve seen enough of nature to know that a person can come away from the majesty of nature with at least an idea that there must be a God and that this God must be good and wise and powerful. But no matter how sacred my hikes seem to be, they are not enough to give the knowledge of God that is really needed, the knowledge of God that Jesus was referring to when he said that we should live “by every word that comes from God’s mouth.”

A few hundred years ago, the folks who wrote the Westminster Confession called this the “knowledge of God and God’s will that is necessary for salvation.” In other words, the general revelation of God in creation, as beautiful and sacred as it is, or really any aspect of life as a whole, needs to be informed and transformed by something more specific: the Holy Scriptures of the Old and New Testaments, the unique and authoritative witness to our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. To look only to creation without looking to the scriptures in a quest to learn about and encounter God is living only on the surface. It is like living on bread alone.

If you think that a sunrise over the Smoky Mountains or a sunset in the desert is stunning, try looking at it again after reading in the scriptures that the One who created that sunrise and sunset also created you and loves you. It takes the beauty of that moment to a whole new level. God’s self-revelation in creation may be able to bring us to awe, but it won’t bring us into relationship with our creator. Maybe that is why my hikes seem so sacred, because I look at the woods through the lens of the Bible. I walk through the forest in relationship with the One who formed the universe. I guess that is one way to describe a Christian: someone who walks through the forest of life in relationship with the One who formed the universe. And the way we come into that relationship is through encountering God in the Scriptures. The Bible is not just an accessory to Christian faith. It is absolutely essential.

This Tuesday I am going to start teaching an undergraduate class, Introduction to the New Testament, at Southwestern College, which is a Methodist college in Winfield. The other day I had coffee with head of the Philosophy and Religion Department. I asked if I should assume that all of the students in the class are Christians. He looked at the class roster and said, “I’m pretty sure they are all Christians.” Then just a couple of minutes later I asked for advice in my preparations and teaching. He said, “You should also assume that they no almost nothing about the Bible.” In my mind I thought, “Christians who know almost nothing about the Bible?” After getting over the initial shock I thought about how wonderful it will be to help these students encounter God’s Word and to help them realize that they may have been trying to live on bread alone. Hopefully they will come to see that life can be so much better than that. But surely many of them will come to class on the first day wondering, “Why is the Bible so important?”

As followers of Jesus Christ, we go to the scriptures because the Bible is where we learn of our Lord, of his teachings, his death on the cross, and his resurrection from the dead. It is the Word through which the Holy Spirit teaches us what to believe and how to live. But if any of those students become convinced of scripture’s power to transform I will not be able to take the credit for that. It will have been the Holy Spirit working in their hearts. Those students, just like all of us, must be open to the Holy Spirit working in our lives through scripture, which as I will say on the first day of class, begins with our opening the Bible. The Bible isn’t just important; it is essential for the person of faith. It does not merely inform us like a history book or an encyclopedia, but God uses it to transform us. When we let God in, the scriptures are not just a book but a place where we meet God.

So as Christians, whether we have been a Christian for eighty-five years or if we just came to faith this morning, we can’t neglect the Bible, thinking that hearing the preacher’s sermon on Sunday is enough. As I have found many times, and most recently this past week after I returned from vacation and found myself sitting in that front pew for ten minutes, it is pretty safe to say that the Holy Spirit won’t work through the Bible if it is collecting dust on a shelf all the time. Instead, we must turn to the scriptures, prayerfully asking the Spirit to open us up to God’s transforming work, working through those ancient words to conform us not to the expectations of our culture but to the likeness of Christ Jesus. We do this both as individuals in personal devotional time and in communities like informal study groups or church bible studies or in Sunday School.

This is a new year, a time for getting back to the basics. It is a time to decide that when the world and your busy life tries to keep you living on the surface, that you will respond, both in word and action, with “I do not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God.” The New Year is a time to decide that this will be the year when you experience God’s wonderful words of life.
Amen.


Thursday, January 3, 2008

"Deciding to Walk Beside Them"
Matthew 1:18-25
Rev. Everett L. Miller
Preached Following the Burning of the Methodist Church
Maybe someday I will be asked to speak in front of a gathering of Christians from all kinds of different churches: Baptists, Episcopalians, Lutherans, Methodists, Presbyterians and so on. I’ll look out on the faces of all these people who have come together, who are maybe a little suspicious of each other: Catholics at the same tables as Pentecostals, Salvation Army members sharing the salt and pepper shakers with the Greek Orthodox. I will know that they are unsure about what the idea of Christian unity looks like when it is lived out, and I will step up to the podium and begin by telling a story from the past.
I will tell the story of how several years back, in late 2007, the Methodist Church burned down just 100 yards or so down the street from the church where I am pastor. And I will tell the story of how all the churches were the hands of Christ to the people of that congregation. I will tell them about the horrible tragedy and the memories lost and how we mourned with them as best we could, going as far as we could with them in their grief. I will tell that varied group of Christians about how we watched as God did what God does, bringing something good out of something terrible. I will tell them about how we prayed for them and how we were encouraged in our own faith by the strength we saw in the people of the Methodist Church. I’ll tell them about how the Christian community in Newkirk put to the side names like Presbyterian, Disciples of Christ, and Methodist and became the body of Christ. Maybe I will read 1 Corinthians 12:12 and 12:26: “The body is a unit, though it is made up of many parts; and though all its parts are many, they form one body. So it is with Christ… If one part suffers, every part suffers with it; if one part is honored, every part rejoices with it.”

As I am telling this story they will think that I made this town up. They will think that there is absolutely no way that Christians in America today could ever put the non-essentials to the side in order to come together to support another group of Christians with a different symbol and a different name. They will think that I am either outright lying or at least exaggerating how it all played out. But a I always do, I will keep talking anyway.

Maybe it will be around Christmastime so I will remind that group of Christians about Joseph. You know, as readers of Matthew we walk in on Joseph as his life is falling apart, as his plans have had to change drastically by no fault of his own. He was betrothed to a woman named Mary, more likely a girl named Mary. To be betrothed was much more binding than our modern engagements. Joseph and Mary were already legally considered husband and wife, although Mary probably continued to live with her family for a year and the marriage was not consummated until after that year. Betrothal was a time of preparation. Joseph was surely preparing a home for his new bride. I’d imagine that Joseph didn’t dream of anything extravagant out of life: a wife, some kids, and their daily bread. It would be a hard life just like everybody else’s around there but they would love God and love each other like good people do. Surely Joseph had dreams of normalcy but was at the same time filled with pride at how his life was about to change.

But then Mary tells him that she is expecting and seeing as how Joseph and Mary have not been together this is of course terrible news to him. Maybe he asked her, “How could you do this to me?” or maybe “Who did this to you?” All of his plans and preparations went down the drain in that moment: the home, the wife, the kids, and the pride. It was all gone. He would become the laughing stock of the town. Mary told him something about an angel and her baby being the Son of God. Good grief, how far will this girl go to deny her sin or to protect the one who has sinned against her?

Matthew tells us that Joseph is a righteous man, a just man, a man of principle. What this really means is that he followed the Law of Moses. But in this particular situation the Law’s prescribed punishment for Mary is death by stoning. Even if the village elders decided not to go that far, she would surely be shamed and her entire family would be ostracized in the community. This is what the letter of the Law says. So what is a righteous man to do? He chooses mercy instead of the letter of the Law. Joseph has found himself in a terrible situation: his betrothed wife is pregnant by someone else, his preparations are worthless, but he will not be spiteful or legalistic. It is easy to see why he is known as Saint Joseph.

With all this weighing on his mind he must have laid in bed for hours. How could this happen to me? Why me? Am I doing the right thing? What now? Then in the early morning hours he finally dozed off. It must have been some dream that he had that night, with a messenger from God telling him not to be afraid to take Mary as his wife. The messenger tells him that Mary was not lying. She is pregnant, but not by any man, but by the power of the Spirit of God. She will, in fact, give birth to the one who will be called Emmanuel—God with us. It appears that Mary did not have much of a choice in the matter. She had been chosen; she could either accept it begrudgingly or as the most blessed gift ever given by God. After all, in Luke’s gospel the angel tells her: “You will conceive and give birth to a son.” And Joseph is told that she “will bear a son.” God is at work through Mary to bless the world. This is going to happen, the angel says.

But although Mary didn’t really have a choice, Joseph does. He can go ahead with the divorce or he can play his role, however small it might be, in God’s strange and miraculous plan for salvation and redemption. The ball is in Joseph’s court now, so to speak. If he chooses to participate his first action will be to name the child Jesus, the name that is also given by the angel to Mary in Luke. When he wakes up from this dream he has a decision to make. Will he see that what originally was a terrible turn of events is really his opportunity to show his faithfulness to God and his beliefs in God’s promises? Will he see that his life’s purpose is about to rise out of the rubble of his broken dreams and shattered pride?

Anyone who has ever seen a nativity scene knows the choice that Joseph made. Matthew tells us that Joseph took the opportunity he had been given. He decided to face the shame and scorn of his community and take Mary as his wife. And then Matthew says simply, “And he named the child Jesus.” He did it. He made the decision to play his part in God’s work of redemption, even though it was Mary who would carry the burden. He would suffer with her as much as he could and he would rejoice with her when she is honored by giving birth to the embodiment of God’s hope and love for the world.

And after I remind that group of Christians how Joseph walked along with Mary, I’ll tell them about how we at the First Presbyterian Church had a choice to make once. God was going to work whether or not we were on board. God was going to save. God was going to redeem. God was going to give hope. But were we going to join in God’s work even though our part was so small?

I will tell them of how all the congregations in our town watched our Methodist brothers and sisters believe in God’s promises, how we watched their lives’ purposes rise out of the rubble of charred memories and a shattered sense of peace. I will tell that group of how we wanted to help so deeply, and how we were sometimes frustrated by how little tangible we could do to help our brothers and sisters in their time of sadness. I will tell them about how we prayed for them, and how we cried with them in their living rooms, and how we listened to their sacred stories of baptisms, weddings, and funerals. I will tell them how we stood in the margins helping where we could but recognizing that ultimately it was they who have to carry the burden. I will tell them how we suffered with them as much as we could and how we rejoiced with them when out of their tragedy there was a new birth of God’s hope and love for the world right there in our own community.

And I will close by telling them that we said yes to the call because we believe those words of scripture, “The body is a unit, though it is made up of many parts; and though all its parts are many, they form one body. So it is with Christ… If one part suffers, every part suffers with it; if one part is honored, every part rejoices with it.”

Sunday, December 16, 2007

"Art Without a Frame"
Matthew 11:2-6
Rev. Everett L. Miller
Note: The illustration in this sermon is based upon the April 8, 2007 Washington Post article, "Pearls Before Breakfast" by Gene Weingarten

On Friday, January 12, 2007 there was a musician playing for tips in the L’Enfant Plaza of the Washington D.C. subway system. He began playing just before 8 o’clock in the morning, during the busy rush hour. Most of the people who were entering the plaza and heading to board the train were government employees. There was also a shoeshine stand, a magazine and newspaper stand, and a machine that sells lottery tickets all in the same area as the musician. At first glance there was nothing out of the ordinary about the situation; street musicians play their guitars or saxophones there all the time. But despite the appearances of there being just one more musician in a long line of musicians in public space amidst the busy-ness of modern life, there was something very extraordinary that was happening that morning. You see, it wasn’t just any street musician.

Joshua Bell is considered one of the most talented classical musicians in the world. He is a violinist who began as a child prodigy. He is now 39 years old. He has played for royalty in Europe. He has performed with the greatest orchestras around the world. He has been awarded the Avery Fisher Prize recognizing him as the greatest classical musician in America. He has played on the soundtracks of movies. The reason that he was in Washington D.C. in the first place was because he was playing at the Library of Congress. It has been said that “he plays like a god.” Interview Magazine said that his playing "does nothing less than tell human beings why they bother to live." He plays a violin that was handcrafted in the early 1700’s which cost him 3.5 million dollars but is perhaps one of the handful of violins in existence that would be worthy of such an artist. It has been said that at times when he is playing he is able to make his single violin sound like two instruments playing in harmony with one another. He is one of the greatest violinists who have ever walked this earth.

The article in the Washington Post, which I have to say is some of, if not the, best newspaper writing I have ever read, says that “Three days before he appeared at the Metro station, Bell had filled the house at Boston's stately Symphony Hall, where merely pretty good seats went for $100. Two weeks later, at the Music Center at Strathmore, in North Bethesda, he would play to a standing-room-only audience so respectful of his artistry that they stifled their coughs until the silence between movements. But on that Friday in January, Joshua Bell was just another mendicant, competing for the attention of busy people on their way to work.”

So why was he playing for tips in the Washington D.C. subway? Well, the Washington Post came up with an experiment and talked him into participating in it. He dressed in jeans, a T-shirt, and a baseball cap, took a cab from his hotel to the subway station. And he began to play his 300 year old, 3.5 million dollar violin. He wasn’t just playing any old songs either; he played one of the most difficult pieces for any violinist to play from Bach’s Partita #2 in D Minor. They set up a hidden camera, planting a few Washington Post employees around the area and the experiment began.

The article offers the following as the reason for the experiment: “His performance was arranged by The Washington Post as an experiment in context, perception and priorities -- as well as an unblinking assessment of public taste: In a banal setting at an inconvenient time, would beauty transcend?” In other words, would people realize what their ears were hearing and their eyes were seeing? Would people allow the beauty right in front of them to intrude upon their busy lives?

The Washington Post was a little bit worried about how much trouble they might get in when the crowds would begin to form. What if so many people stop to listen and watch that rush hour traffic backs up and people start taking pictures and the crowds get so large in that tight space that tempers flare. There could be some sort of riot. Who knows what could happen?

It turns out that they didn’t need to be worried. In the 43 minutes during which he played the Bach piece twice, sandwiched in the middle with Ave Maria, 1,097 people walked by and almost every single one of them ignored the music altogether. One person even walked by and started to speak louder on her cell phone because of all the racket. A few people dropped some money in. Some people even put in just a penny or two. His total was $32.17. One man stopped and listened for three minutes. At one point in the video it appears that a woman has stopped for a moment to listen and when he finished the piece she immediately starts walking, drops a few coins in his case and says something that sounds like, “That was pretty good.” Repeatedly children would try to stop to listen and they would smile then their parents would grab their hands and hurry them off to wherever they were going. All races acted the same. Men and women acted the same. But the children always tried to stop. They knew something beautiful was happening.

Afterwards Joshua Bell said the most difficult part of the whole experience for him was when he would finish a piece and there would be dead silence. He was used to crowds exploding in applause in those moments. But there was only silence. He said, “When you play for ticket-holders you are already validated. I have no sense that I need to be accepted. I'm already accepted. Here, there was this thought: What if they don't like me? What if they resent my presence.”

The Post employees in the station stopped a few of the people, telling them they were doing a survey about commuting. Then the Post started calling people and asking them the question, “Was there anything unique about your commute this morning?” They called about 40 people. One man didn’t even realize there had been a musician there. One man could remember all the lottery numbers he picked that morning but could not remember much, if anything, about the violinist. There was one man who enjoys classical music, the one who stopped to listen for three minutes. He couldn’t explain it in technical musical terms but he said, “Whatever it was, it made me feel at peace."

The Washington Post talked to all kinds of experts to get their takes on the results of this experiment. They talked to a classical musician and critic. They spoke with a philosopher and even spoke to the senior curator at the National Gallery of Art. I find his explanation to be the most convincing and interesting. He said the problem was context. You would expect to hear the greatest violinist in the world playing on stage in a huge auditorium with hundreds or thousands of tuxedoed and evening-gowned cultural elites in the audience. You would not expect him to be in a subway station when you were on your way to work. People didn’t notice him there, the curator, said because people didn’t expect him to be there in blue jeans and a T-shirt in a subway station.

The curator gives this example: "Let's say I took one of our more abstract masterpieces, say an Ellsworth Kelly, and removed it from its frame, marched it down the 52 steps that people walk up to get to the National Gallery, past the giant columns, and brought it into a restaurant. It's a $5 million painting. And it's one of those restaurants where there are pieces of original art for sale, by some industrious kids from the Corcoran School, and I hang that Kelly on the wall with a price tag of $150. No one is going to notice it. An art curator might look up and say: 'Hey, that looks a little like an Ellsworth Kelly. Please pass the salt.'" He says that Joshua Bell playing the violin in the subway is like art without a frame. It doesn’t meet expectations so it is not appreciated and even just outright ignored.

It would have been difficult to ignore the voice of John the Baptist when early on in Matthew’s Gospel he did things like call some of the people who came to be baptized a “brood of vipers.” Last week I felt sorry for Lisa when she was liturgist because I got to read a passage about mutual love and hers included these words of John the Baptist: “Even now the ax is lying at the root of the trees; every tree therefore that does not bear good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire.” It would have also been difficult to ignore John when he said that one was coming after him who “will clear his threshing floor and will gather his wheat into the granary; but the chaff he will burn with unquenchable fire.” He knew that he was doing what Isaiah had prophesied, “preparing the way for the Lord.” Finally this coming one would bring judgment up John’s own people and separate the righteous from the unrighteous. That is perhaps the frame that he put Jesus in, a Messiah who has come to draw a line in the sand, to burn up the wicked. But after John has been arrested by Herod for both gathering too large of a following and speaking against Herod’s stealing of his brother’s wife, John has received news of what Jesus is doing and it doesn’t seem to fit the frame he had placed around Jesus.

So John's disciples find Jesus and they relay his question to him. “Are you the one who is to come, or are we to wait for another?” John Calvin thought that John the Baptist was only doing this for his disciples’ benefit because there is no way that he could doubt Jesus’ messiahship. But I can see how John might have been sitting in his jail cell, surely knowing that he is going to be killed sooner or later, and starting to wonder where all the unquenchable fire was. He was getting news that Jesus was healing people, hanging out with outcasts and sinners, feeding hungry people, teaching things like “blessed are the peacemakers.” Where is the unquenchable fire? Maybe Calvin is right, after all he was much smarter than I will ever be, but maybe John’s expectations and Jesus’ reported actions weren’t adding up. Jesus wasn’t meeting expectations.

Although John seems to have expected a spiritual messiah of a sort, most of the Jewish people were almost surely looking for a powerful, military Messiah. And who can blame them? They’d been slaves in Egypt, conquered by Assyria, exiled by Babylon, colonized by Greece, been briefly governed by some of their own people who ended up going corrupt, then they became subjects of the Roman Empire. When your people have been overtaxed, murdered, raped, and your holy temple defiled more than once, who can blame you for looking forward to God sending you someone to get you out of these terrible straights? So they put frames around who they expected to be their Messiah. And in the very century in which Jesus lived there were several pretenders who at least for a time seemed to fit the frame nicely and gained fame as Messiahs until they rose up against Herod or Rome and met their death just like every other freedom fighter against the empire, and really in the same manner that Jesus did, but they did not leave any effects behind, practical, spiritual or otherwise and they certainly didn’t rise from the tomb.

But Jesus’ response, although it is based on several passages from Isaiah, most notably chapters 35 and 61, does not fit within the frames that had been constructed for him. He says, “Go and tell John what you hear and see: the blind receive their sight, the lame walk, the lepers are cleansed, the deaf hear, the dead are raised, and the poor have good news brought to them.” To us Christians a couple thousand years later all that sounds like stuff the Messiah would be doing. But as one commentator I read this week wrote, “As far as we can tell from the surviving writings of the time, nobody in first-century Judaism expected the Messiah to appear as a healer.”

So like Joshua Bell playing the violin in the Washington D.C. subway and the curator’s hypothetical $5 million dollar work of art hanging on the wall of a restaurant, Jesus was in a manner of speaking, “art without a frame.” And Jesus seems to have a pretty good grasp on this because he follows his list of actions with a beatitude. “And blessed is anyone who takes no offense at me,” which sounds a little bit like confident version of Joshua Bell’s self-conscious question, “What if they resent my presence?” In other words, blessed is anyone who does not resent my presence as a work of art without a frame, or at least without the frame that people expected to see me in.

Jesus was almost constantly out of context. You would expect to meet the Messiah of the Jewish Nation perhaps on the back of a horse as he gathers men from the hills and farms to form an army to overthrow the Romans. You might expect to meet the Messiah of the Jewish Nation as a great high priest who could purify the religion and chase out the pagan Gentiles. That is how the prophecies had been interpreted for centuries. And like I said earlier, when your neck is under the boot of the Roman Empire that is who you want and in some cases need—a deliverer. You wouldn’t expect the Messiah of the Jewish Nation to be a homeless itinerant preacher and healer who wasn’t raising an army to kill Roman centurions but instead was healing their dying servants by his word alone. So John’s question is not out of place. “Are you the one who is to come, or are we to wait for another?”

Towards the end of Joshua Bell’s 43 minutes a man who had once aspired to be a classical violinist himself stopped way on the other side of the shoeshine stand to listen to him. The article gives his interview like this: “When he was called later in the day, like everyone else, he was first asked if anything unusual had happened to him on his trip into work. Of the more than 40 people contacted, Picarello was the only one who immediately mentioned the violinist. "There was a musician playing at the top of the escalator at L'Enfant Plaza." Haven't you seen musicians there before? "Not like this one." What do you mean? "This was a superb violinist. I've never heard anyone of that caliber. He was technically proficient, with very good phrasing. He had a good fiddle, too, with a big, lush sound. I walked a distance away, to hear him. I didn't want to be intrusive on his space." Really? "Really. It was that kind of experience. It was a treat, just a brilliant, incredible way to start the day."

And finally, at the very end of his 43 minutes a young woman stood in front of him and could not believe her eyes. Could he really be who I think he is? She had seen Joshua at the Library of Congress a few weeks earlier. When they called her she said, "Joshua Bell was standing there playing at rush hour, and people were not stopping, and not even looking, and some were flipping quarters at him! Quarters! I wouldn't do that to anybody. I was thinking, Omigosh, what kind of a city do I live in that this could happen?"

It’s bad enough for most of us when we go to an art museum and we stand there looking at this huge painting in the expensive frame by the artist who we remember from art history class and we still don’t get it. So it is kind of hard to totally blame the 1,070 people who didn’t even stop to listen to the greatest violinist in the world play for free. But it is still a kind of indictment on our modern lives. But still, some people got it.

That man who leaned against the wall for three minutes and said, “Whatever it was, it made me feel at peace.” He got it. Even though the adults wouldn’t let them stay to listen, the children who kept trying to stop as their parents tugged on them knew something beautiful was happening. They got it. The man who when he was asked, “Haven’t you seen musicians there before” responded, “Yes, but not like this one,” then went on to say, “It was that kind of experience. It was a treat, just a brilliant, incredible way to start the day.” He got it. And finally there is the young woman who had had the privilege of seeing him a few weeks before in context at the Library of Congress so she recognized him and confessed that to him. She got it. Blessed are they who were not offended by Joshua, who did not resent his presence. They were given the gift of the most beautiful music in the world for free. It was being played for all to hear and he was standing there for all to see, but only they had ears to hear and eyes to see what was truly happening right in front of their faces.

Well, even though Jesus seemed out of context, even though he didn’t fit the frame, some people got it. Blessed are they who are not offended by Jesus, who do not resent his presence. They are given the gift of the most beautiful message in the world for free. He spoke his words for all to hear and he performed miracles there for all to see, but only they that had ears to hear and eyes to see what was truly happening right in front of their faces got it. They are the ones who would go out into the world to say something not dissimilar to what that magazine had said about the violinist; he "does nothing less than tell human beings why they bother to live." Oh but he does so much more. They got it.

In closing let me adapt something said by the British author John Lane in his reaction to the Joshua Bell experiment by offering it also as a response to the gospel of Jesus. “If the surge of modern life so overpowers us that we are deaf and blind to something like that -- then what else are we missing?
May we "get it" this Christmas.

Monday, November 26, 2007

"A Strangely Christian Thing to Do"
Christ the King Sunday
Luke 23:33-43
Rev. Everett L. Miller
It is a strangely Christian thing to do, declaring a day Christ the King Sunday, then celebrating that day by reading the story of his being crucified on a Roman cross. It is ridiculous really. The early Christians knew that much more thoroughly than we do as when Paul wrote, “We preach Christ crucified: a stumbling block to Jews and foolishness to Gentiles.” Here is a peasant from the backwoods of Galilee, rejected by the leaders of his own people, sentenced to death by the local representative of the real king of kings, the Roman emperor Tiberius, and now fastened to a cross between two dying criminals. What kind of king is this? Can you imagine having been among the first generation of Christians trying to explain that to people?
If you had been alive in the year 9 BC, about 40 years before Jesus’ death, and just a few years before his birth, you could have read a proclamation about the Roman emperor at the time, Caesar Augustus, that calls him Savior and god manifest. It also says “Caesar has fulfilled all the hopes of earlier times, and even the birthday of Caesar Augustus “has been for the whole word the beginning of the good news.” Sounds kind of familiar doesn’t it?
We could have also read an inscription on a statue of Augustus, which read, "The God Augustus, Son of God, Caesar, Absolute Ruler of land and sea, the Benefactor and Savior of the whole cosmos.”
In the ancient Roman world, it would have been quite common to hear the words, “Caesar is Lord” on the lips of most any citizen and many subjected peoples. It was a statement of allegiance to the empire, like a pledge of allegiance to Caesar and to Rome. So to say “Jesus is Lord” was ridiculous, offensive, and an affront to the government, because what you were supposed to say is “Caesar is Lord.” The implication within the confession of faith, “Jesus is Lord,” is that Caesar is not.
In Acts, which was also written by Luke, there is a report of a controversy in the city of Thessalonica. A crowd comes looking for Paul and Silas, but finds only Jason, a local man who had been working with them. Luke writes, “they dragged Jason and some other brothers before the city officials, shouting: ‘They are all defying Caesar’s decrees, saying that there is another king, one called Jesus’” (Acts 17:6-8). You can see why so often the early Christians were persecuted and executed at the hands of the government.
Luke was a Gentile living within the Roman Empire writing to people like him, Gentiles living in the Roman Empire. He states, himself, in the introduction to his gospel that he is writing not to convince people to become Christians but to encourage those people who already believed in Jesus so that they “may know the certainty of the things [they] have been taught.” Luke’s readers are people who have already taken the risk of saying, “Jesus is King” or “Jesus is Lord.” Yet, they look outside their windows and all they see is the influence of Caesar and his empire.
Towards the beginning of Luke, the angel of the LORD says to the shepherds outside of Bethlehem, “I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord.” Luke is dangerously reminding his readers that it is not the birth of an emperor which is the beginning of the good news, but the birth of Jesus.
At the triumphal entry into Jerusalem, which we celebrate on Palm Sunday, Matthew, Mark, and John all have the crowd yelling, “Blessed is he who comes in the name of the LORD.” But Luke has them calling out, “Blessed is the king who comes in the name of the Lord.” It is very important to Luke that the readers of his gospel, which includes those of us on the other side of the world 2,000 years later, get the point that no matter what it looks like outside our windows it is Jesus who is the real king.
So now we come back to Jesus on the cross. In addition to being executed, he is also being tempted one last time. If you recall when he was tempted by Satan in the desert, the last temptation was, “If you are the Son of God, throw yourself down from here.” Now they are saying things like, “He saved others; let him save himself if he is the Christ of God, the Chosen one.” They are saying, “If you are the king of the Jews, save yourself.” Then one of the other men being crucified with Jesus says, “Aren’t you the Christ? Save yourself and us!” He is being tempted to prove that he is the King that his disciples claim him to be by saving himself instead of dying on the cross for the salvation of others. They are saying, “If you are the King, then show us some power. Kings don’t die on crosses. Criminals do. What kind of king is this?”
But Jesus is not a king like the kings of this world. He is not the king of the Jews that was expected, coming with violence to overthrow the Romans. He is not a King of Kings like Caesar in his palace in Rome with millions of soldiers at his command. He said it himself, “The Son of Man came to seek and to save what was lost” and “I am among you as one who serves.” Jesus will not prove his Kingship by saving himself, for that is not the kind of king that he is. And it is a strangely Christian thing to say, but Jesus proves that he is king, by being up there on that cross. Jesus proves his strength through taking on weakness.
But according to Luke (he is the only one who reports this) one of the criminals comes to Jesus’ defense. Luke tells us that one of the criminals had “hurled insults” at Jesus. But the word in Greek actually means “blaspheme,” as in breaking the third commandment, “You shall not misuse the name of the LORD your God.” Luke is saying that to say something against Jesus is to say something against God. So the other suffering criminal, groans out in agony to the other man, “Don’t you fear God, since you are under the same sentence? We are punished justly, for we are getting what our deeds deserve. But this man has done nothing wrong.”
Then the man speaks to Jesus, saying something we should all pray every day. “Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom.” By saying this to Jesus, this man is professing his faith in Jesus as King and showing that he realizes that Jesus is not the usual kind of king and that the Kingdom Jesus announced is not the usual kind of kingdom. Despite what the leaders of the people, and the Roman soldiers, and the other criminal say, this peasant from the backwoods of Galilee, who is fastened to a cross in between two dying criminals is, in fact, the real king of kings. And Jesus’ last interaction with another person in Luke’s gospel before he dies is to turn to the man and say, “I tell you the truth, today you will be with me in paradise.” His last act of ministry is to welcome a criminal into his heavenly kingdom. That is the kind of King that Jesus is, not the kind who will prove his kingship by saving himself, but by saving a man who has been lost every day of his life but this one. This criminal, by losing his life, is gaining it. That is another strangely Christian thing to say.
Claiming that Christ is our king does have implications for eternal life, but it also has implications for the way we live our lives right now. We have to make decisions everyday as to how we will live in culture and with other people. We have to keep reminding ourselves that Christ is King. Culture is not. Christ is King. Addiction is not. Christ is King. My desires are not. Christ is King. Wealth is not. Christ is King. I am not.
Sometimes our affirmation of Christ as King has to do with big, public issues. I recently saw the movie Amazing Grace, which is about the efforts of William Wilberforce to abolish slavery in the British Empire, something he did because he knew that on that issue he could not support the king’s policies on slavery and claim that Christ is King. In Germany during the 1930’s and 40’s Christians like Karl Barth and Dietrich Bonhoeffer were adamant that Christ was their King, Hitler was not. Also, it is no accident that the civil rights movement in the American South grew out of churches and was led by a Baptist pastor, people who claim Christ as King. Living in culture and having Christ as king is often difficult. Sometimes we have to make difficult, even dangerous decisions when there is a conflict between what culture tells us to do and what Christ would have us do.
There has been an instance of this quite recently for thousands of Christians here in Oklahoma. Oklahoma House Bill 1804, the new law that cracks down on undocumented immigrants in Oklahoma has caused many Christian churches and individual Christians to ask themselves if they can both follow Christ as King and follow this law. Adding to the fire is the fact that it has also been announced that in the next legislative session there will be an additional bill proposed that would “essentially make it illegal for anyone to help an undocumented person.” Many churches have decided that the answer is that they cannot completely follow this new law and at the same time be able to say in truth that Christ is their King.
Many Christians have signed what is called a “pledge of resistance,” which has been sent to Governor Henry. Interestingly enough, resistance to this law has united Christians from many different denominations in a way that I have never seen in my lifetime. The pledge itself was written by a Quaker and a Nazarene. The Oklahoma Conference of Churches, which is made up of the sixteen Christian denominations including the Presbyterian Church (USA), the United Methodist Church, the Christian Church (Disciples of Christ), and Episcopalians has come out in resistance to the law.
The Catholic Archdiocese of Oklahoma City declared in a document sent to the state government: “We stand together, in solidarity, in defiance of this law because of our allegiance to a higher law; the law of love of God and humanity.” The Southern Baptist Convention said: “As Christians, that should be our No. 1 focus -- God first, government second. While we will obey the law to the best of our ability, when people come to our church to worship with us, we are not going to ask for proof of citizenship."
I have never heard of anything uniting Southern Baptists, Catholics, Nazarenes, Presbyterians and many other parts of the body of Christ the way that support for immigrants, documented or undocumented, has united us. And here is why so many churches have come together on this: We all answer the question, “Who is the ultimate authority in your lives?” the same way. The answer is Jesus Christ. We are united because Jesus is Lord, Christ is King, which means that we do everything we can to obey the laws of our land, but if that law would cause us to break the laws of God, we have a decision to make.
Here is why there is a decision to make with this particular issue. Throughout the Old Testament, God said things like this to the people of Israel: “When an alien resides with you in your land, you shall not oppress the alien. The alien who resides with you shall be to you as the citizen among you; you shall love the alien as yourself, for you were aliens in the land of Egypt” (Leviticus 19: 33-34). In addition to this we read in the New Testament Scriptures of Joseph, Mary, and an infant Jesus having to flee Judea, to become immigrants in Egypt. We read of our Lord Jesus reaching out to the Samaritans, who the Jews did not want around. We read of our Lord saying, “Do unto others, as you would have them do unto you.” We read of our Lord saying, “Come, you who are blessed by my Father; take your inheritance, the kingdom prepared from the creation of the world…I was a stranger and you invited me in…Whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine you did for me.”
A question that many Christians have been asking themselves and others lately is this: If a family of undocumented immigrants came to Jesus’ door asking for help, would he help them? Well, he healed people on the Sabbath even though the Law said he couldn’t. He reached out to people who were declared unclean, even though the Law said he couldn’t. He reached out to the Samaritans, although the leaders of his people said he couldn’t. Of course he would help them because that is what he came to do, “To preach good news to the poor.” And because that is what he would do, those who have faith in him are to do likewise, because Christ is King. So whether or not you personally agree with the stand all these churches and individual Christians have made, you at least have to admit that they mad this stand because of their belief in Christ as King.
As I said, it is a strangely Christian thing to do, declaring a day to be Christ the King Sunday, then celebrating that day by reading the story of his being crucified on a Roman cross. But, ironically, Luke’s telling of Jesus’ death on the cross helps to answer the question, “What kind of king is this?” He is the king who refuses to save himself to show his authority, but instead he gives his own life for the salvation of others to show his authority. He is the king who refuses to fit the expectations of culture, but instead fits the expectations of God, forgiving his executioners and turning to a dying criminal and assuring him, “I tell you the truth, today you will be with me in paradise.” So may we be willing to face the same accusations faced by Jason and others in Thessalonica. May there be enough evidence to convict us if we are accused of “saying that there is another king, one called Jesus.’” We can’t expect everybody to understand this. After all, “We preach Christ crucified: a stumbling block to Jews and foolishness to Gentiles.”
May Christ reign as the King of our lives. In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

"Enter God's Gates with Thanksgiving"
Psalm 100, Luke 17:11-19
Rev. Everett L. Miller
This past Wednesday, when the wind was fierce and the air was cold I decided to venture out to the church sign to change the message. Since Thanksgiving is this Thursday I wanted to put up a message that has to do with giving thanks to God. So I put on my sweater and grabbed the two boxes of plastic letters and headed out the door. I set the boxes on top of the stone sign and bent down to unlock the sign cover. As I was turning the lock a great gust of wind came up and picked up both boxes and spread hundreds of little white plastic letters all over the sidewalk and throughout the churchyard. As I reached out for them to no avail I’m sure that some very unthankful words came to mind. Then I looked around to make sure no one had witnessed my embarrassing moment and I had to make a decision. Would I pick up all of the letters first, then put the message on the sign, or would I search through the grass for the letters I needed for the message, put it up, then pick up the other letters.
I got down on my hands and knees. For some reason or other I decided to look for the specific letters I needed first. I looked for E’s, G’s, N’s, T’s, and so on, finding some in the grass, some in a pile of leaves, one or two over by the bushes. As I did it I asked the question, “Why did I bring two boxes of plastic letters out here on a windy day?” And feeling somewhat unthankful for the time I was wasting hunting letters like an alphabet Easter egg hunt, I spelled out the message that I had planned to put up in the first place, Psalm 100:4. “Enter God’s Gates with Thanksgiving.”

I locked the sign door back but before I began to pick up the scattered letters I thought about how the choice to spell out the message of thanksgiving first made it possible for me to pick up the pieces in a thankful way. By stopping what I was doing to offer a message of thanksgiving my whole attitude changed. “ENTER GOD’S GATES WITH THANKSGIVING.” How could I spend twenty minutes searching for the letters to spell that out, then turn around and in the next moment not live it out? How beautiful are those words: "Enter God's Gates with Thanksgiving."

In today's gospel passage, Jesus has come across ten men who wanted to pick up the pieces of their lives and who probably felt they had no reason to offer thanksgiving. In fact according to Jewish law they could not even enter God’s gates (meaning the temple gates). They were suffering from skin diseases. In those days, if you had almost any skin disease you were considered a leper and unclean until it healed. What it meant to be unclean is that you had to live outside of the camp or town where everybody else lived. You couldn’t touch other people and they couldn’t touch you. Can you imagine the solitude? Can you imagine not being able to touch your husband or wife, your children or grandchildren?

I remember patients when I was a student hospital chaplain who everybody who came into their rooms had to wear a plastic gown, a thick mask, and rubber gloves. It really affected people when they couldn’t touch the skin of their loved one, when they couldn’t kiss each other, when we held hands to pray it wasn’t skin touching skin but rubber glove on rubber glove. Being in that situation made people feel like lepers. And lepers like these ten men who Jesus met that day were even supposed to call out to people if they approached them, “Unclean, Unclean!” so they would know to avoid them. So these unclean outcasts would form colonies and they would call out from far away for people who traveled by to show mercy on them by giving them alms or charity.

But this is no ordinary man that is passing by today. They have heard of him and what he has done for others. So they yell out to him, “Jesus, master, have pity on us!” Anybody else may have given them a few coins, or maybe as in the parable of the Good Samaritan, they may have seen them, then moved to the other side of the road and kept walking. Surely we have all done that at one time or another when a homeless person is on the sidewalk. But Luke tells us that when Jesus saw them he said, “Go, show yourselves to the priests.” He didn’t even say that they were healed, he simply told the ten men to do what the Law said they must do to be declared clean again. So they started heading off to present themselves to the priests. That was a huge act of faith in itself. Their skin still looks the same, yet they believe in Jesus’ power enough that they believe they will be made clean. These ten men with cracking, pimpled, discolored, infected skin, had been cast out from society, could not be close to their families or friends, could not enter the temple in their unclean condition. But today Jesus had come into their lives and he was going to bring them back into the community.

They are walking together, an act of both communal and individual faith, but surely they had questions in their minds. “Am I being a fool?” “What if I show up at the priest and I’m not clean? They’ll throw me out of town again.” “What if the others are made clean but I am not?” Then Luke tells us “as they went, they were cleansed.” They had reached out to Jesus. They had been obedient. They had taken steps of faith. And now they are clean and are included in the community once again. How happy must they have been? They probably took off running toward the temple, with eyes filled with tears and screaming for the first time in years, “Clean! Clean!”

But one of them “when saw he was healed” turned around and started walking the other way, back to where he had met Jesus. The others must have called out, “What are you doing? Do as the master said. Go to your priests and be declared clean.” But he just kept walking, praising God in a loud voice so anybody out there, so the trees and the rocks and the animals could all hear him blessing the name of the LORD. And when he made it back to Jesus “He threw himself at Jesus’ feet and thanked him.” Jesus had told him to go to the priests but he was so filled with joy and praise and the urge to thank Jesus that he had to stop what he was doing, even though it was what he had been told to do by Jesus himself, because his gratitude to God was boiling over. So he fell down at Jesus’ feet and thanked him.

Luke likes to tell stories about people placing themselves at Jesus’ feet, which is a sign of faith and humility and honor. The Gerasene man who had been tormented for years and was living naked in the tombs from whom Jesus cast out demons had clothed himself and sat at Jesus’ feet. Jairus, whose daughter was dying fell at Jesus’ feet and asked for help. When Martha was so busy in the kitchen that day in Bethany, her sister Mary was sitting at Jesus’ feet.
And there is the story of the "sinful" woman who placed herself at Jesus' feet while he was reclining at the table of Simon the Pharisee. She began to weep and the tears fell onto his feet, so she wiped them off with her hair then pour perfume on them. Simon can't believe that Jesus is letting this happen. Jesus responds by telling Simon, "Two men owed money to a certain moneylender. One owed him five hundred denarii, and the other fifty. Neither of them had the money to pay him back, so he canceled the debts of both. Now which of them will love him more?" Simon agreed that it would be the one who had the greater debt. "He who has been forgiven little loves little," Jesus says. Then he turns to the woman, blessing her, "Your sins are forgiven...Your faith has saved you; go in peace."

“He who has been forgiven little loves little.” The leper in today’s passage has no need to be forgiven. He is not a leper because he has sinned, although surely people believed there to be a connection. He was not a “sinner” per se, but he might as well have been. And it gets even worse for him because the next thing we learn about the leper who had been made clean is that he is a Samaritan. Most Jews did not like Samaritans. Actually, they despised them. They saw the Samaritans as mixed-blood, perverters of religion, who were unclean for reasons that I don’t have time to get into now. Jews didn’t even travel through the area of Samaria. It’s a little bit like Israelites and Palestinians these days. But Jesus wasn’t willing to go along with his people and how they viewed the people of Samaria. He only cared how his Father in Heaven viewed them.
Throughout the New Testament we read that “Jesus rebuked his disciples for their hostility to the Samaritans, healed this Samaritan leper, honored a Samaritan for his neighborliness, praised a Samaritan for his gratitude, asked a drink of a Samaritan woman, and preached to the Samaritans. He even challenged his disciples to witness in Samaria.” The Leper was a double outcast, but Jesus did not ask for credentials before he offered him mercy. It was the way of society to hate the Samaritans. But it was the way of Jesus to include them in the Kingdom of God, to treat them as brothers and sisters, and to offer them healing and salvation. And that was most certainly worth going back to give thanks for, so as the other nine lepers continued to walk the other way to do their duty, this man who was an outcast two times over lies at the feet of the Lord.

By the way, have you ever met someone who is duty-bound, but is not joyful or thankful? I can recall muttering under my breath as I raked leaves as a kid. I was performing the duty I had been given by my parents but I don’t remember ever being thankful that I was outside in the cool autumn air, doing my part for our family. I’ve had teachers in my years as a student that I wondered why in the world they ever became a teacher, because it seemed all they were willing to do was to perform their duties by showing up and giving assignments and tests. And I never really noticed how bad it was until I had a poetry professor in college who overflowed with joy and excitement every class and every time I stopped by his office. He loved what he was doing and he was thankful that he got to spend his days opening up the minds of young people to the beauty of language. I’ve met farmers who did it out of duty. “This is what my father did, and his father, and so on so I had to do it.” But then I’ve met farmers who gave thanks and praise to God that they’re days aren’t spent in a cubicle but under the endless blue sky working the land God created.

But an attitude of thanksgiving doesn’t only need to be there in what we do for a living but in everything in our lives. This Samaritan man shows us that the Christian life is more than simply doing what Jesus tells us to do, although that is incredibly important. After all, Jesus does say in John’s gospel, “Whoever has my commands and obeys them, that is the one who loves me.” But Jesus certainly didn’t mean that his disciples should just robotically do whatever he tells them. Life in Christ is not a list of rules; it is so much more than that. It is about being so transformed by Jesus’ offer of salvation and God’s grace that we look at life, the good and the bad, the duty and the sacrifice, the sorrowful and the fun, in a totally new way. Being thankful isn’t about being happy all the time, but it is about being grateful to God all the time.

With the healed man at his feet, Jesus looks down and asks, “Were not all ten cleansed? Where are the other nine? Was no one found to return and give praise to God except this foreigner?” Then he said to him, “Rise and go; your faith has made you well.” Actually, something interesting about what Jesus is saying here is that in the Greek the word translated as “made you well” can also be translated as “saved you.” It is the exact same word that is used when Jesus tells the "sinful" woman, "Go, your faith has saved you." It is a word with multiple meanings and it is a different word from that which is used by Luke when he says the ten lepers were cleansed. In the English all we get is “made you well,” but that one Greek word can mean save (as in Christian salvation), save as in rescue, deliver, keep safe, preserve, cure, and finally make well.” Jesus is blessing this man in a different way than the other nine have been blessed. The great preacher Fred Craddock writes of this, “What we have, then, is a story of ten being healed and one being saved.” This man has been made anew and he has gone past that initial act of faith, and just dutiful obedience, to the realization of what James 1:17 says; “Every good and perfect gift is from above.” So he has returned to give thanks to the Lord.

Like almost everyone else in the Bible, we don’t know whatever came of that Samaritan man. But I’d like to think that he went on living his life with that moment at Jesus’ feet in the forefront of his mind and heart. I’d like to think that his choice to spell out the message of thanksgiving first made it possible for him to pick up the pieces of his life in a thankful way. I’d like to think that he lived a life of praise, gratitude, and joy and translated his personal experience with Jesus and his gratitude for God’s grace into years of bettering other people’s lives, while giving thanks to Jesus all the way. I’d like to think that every doorway he walked through and even every tree’s branches he ever passed under were like God’s gates to him and that he entered them with thanksgiving.

So this week, as we pause for a few hours from our busy lives filled with duty, let us keep the story of this healed Samaritan man in the forefront of our minds and hearts. Let us give thanks for this man who stopped just long enough, even while he was finally picking up the pieces of his life, to offer thanks to the Lord. And let us give thanks to our Lord who has offered us the same salvation, the same new life, the same opportunity to live in gratitude and thanksgiving. And may every door we pass through and even every tree’s branches we pass under be as God’s gates to us and may we enter them with thanksgiving.

Happy Thanksgiving. Amen.

Sunday, November 4, 2007

"What is Zacchaeus Seeking?"
Luke 19:1-10
Rev. Everett L. Miller
You may have heard of the book title, All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten. Well, we could probably write a book called Everything I Know about Zacchaeus I Learned in Kindergarten because what most of us know about the man probably comes from the children’s song that starts out, “Zacchaeus was a wee little man, a wee little man was he. He climbed up in a sycamore tree for the Lord he wanted to see.” That song gives us the gist of the story. Zacchaeus was short so he climbed up a sycamore tree so that he could see Jesus as he passed through Jericho. When Jesus came to the tree he told Zacchaeus to come down from the tree because Jesus was going to visit his house. The song really does hit the highlights, but if all that we know about this encounter between Zacchaeus and Jesus comes from that great little song, we miss out on the power of this story and it becomes for us just a cute little tale about Jesus being nice to a short guy.

The story of Zacchaeus only takes up 10 verses in Luke’s Gospel and does not appear in any of the other gospels. But we can actually learn quite a bit about the man and the situation he finds himself in from these few verses. The first thing we learn is his name—Zacchaeus. It actually means “innocent,” which is ironic because the next bit of information we get about him is that he is a chief tax collector. If you think the regular tax collectors like Matthew were hated, then imagine how people felt about their bosses, the chief tax collectors. These men would contract directly with the Roman government to collect a certain amount of taxes from their own people. Usually the chief tax collector would pay that year’s full amount to the government before he ever started collecting the taxes. He would then higher underlings, like Matthew for example, to collect the money from the people, but he wouldn’t just recoup the amount that he had paid the Romans. He would hike up the taxes he collected from his own people so he could make a huge profit. If you think the IRS is stealing from you, just be happy we don’t use the Roman system. Chief tax collectors were extremely rich men and they were considered thieves and traitors to their own people. Zacchaeus would also have probably been considered unclean by Jewish law most of the time because of how often he worked directly with the Gentile Romans. Zacchaeus was anything but innocent and he was probably ostracized within his community. His wealth had come with a price.

The next thing we learn is that Zacchaeus wanted to see who Jesus was but there was a crowd gathering in the city of Jericho and he was short so he wasn’t going to be able to see anything when Jesus walked through town. Then we often picture him climbing up a tree. But he did something else first. He took off running. He ran out ahead of the crowd and climbed a sycamore-fig tree, which was extremely common in the Holy Land, with low limbs that produced inferior figs that would only have been eaten by the poor.

That’s not so important, however. But here are a few facts that are: in the extremely formal society of ancient Middle Eastern Judaism it was considered shameful for a man, especially a man of social standing, to run. Kids ran. Men didn’t. Secondly, but in the same vein, it would be shameful for a rich man to climb a tree. Only poor people looking for food would climb a tree. Poor people and kids climbed trees. Grown, rich men didn’t. It may seem cute or goofy to us what Zacchaeus is doing but in his own society he was throwing his inhibitions away, making a fool of himself, and bringing shame on himself and his family. What could have been worth that?

Why did Zacchaeus want to see Jesus? Was he just curious what he looked like? Well, the Greek word for what Zacchaeus was doing was “to seek.” He was seeking to see who Jesus was. But why? It doesn’t make any sense. Zacchaeus, the man who has become rich by exploiting others, is seeking to see the Jesus who earlier in Luke’s Gospel said, “Woe to you who are rich, for you have already received your comfort.” Zacchaeus is seeking to see Jesus who once told the parable of the rich fool who wound up dead and in trouble with God, saying, “This is how it will be with anyone who stores up things for himself but is not rich toward God.” Zacchaeus is seeking to see Jesus who told the parable of the rich man who goes to hell and the poor man who goes to heaven. Zacchaeus is seeking to see the same Jesus who just a chapter earlier told a rich man to sell everything he owned and give the money to the poor, then when the man refused told his disciples that “it will be easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter heaven.” It seems that Jesus is the last person who Zacchaeus should be seeking. So something must be going on within Zacchaeus.

Zacchaeus must have also heard that Jesus had been called a friend of tax collectors and “sinners”. He must have heard what chapter 15 tells us, “Now the tax collectors and sinners were all gathering around to hear him. But the Pharisees and the teachers of the law muttered, ‘This man welcomes sinners and eats with them.’” He must have heard that Jesus had told a parable about a Pharisee and a tax collector, in which the Pharisee brags to God and the tax collector says, “God, have mercy on me, a sinner,” then Jesus says it is the tax collector who went home justified instead of the Pharisee. And he must have also heard that after Jesus said what he did about how difficult it would be for a rich man to enter heaven, his disciples asked him, “Who can be saved?” And Jesus replied, “What is impossible with men is possible with God.”

It must have seemed impossible to Zacchaeus that he could ever be saved from his life of dishonest wealth and his being ostracized from his community. He was surely left out of society, looked down upon. People talked behind his back. His kids probably got beat up because he was their dad. He was branded a sinner and everybody loved to grumble against him. It seems that his own people didn’t even consider him a Jew anymore. He wasn’t a son of Abraham to them. Everybody loved to hate him. Everybody offered him advice about what he could do to make life better for everybody else, like take a long hike off a short pier. But I think it is a pretty safe bet that nobody ever offered Zacchaeus what he really needed: FORGIVENESS--an OPPORTUNITY TO CHANGE--and SALVATION, which is always wrapped up with forgiveness and the opportunity to change.

Zacchaeus must have heard that Jesus once said, “Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who seeks finds; and to him who knocks, the door will be opened.” So he is seeking to see the one who said, “everyone who seeks finds.” Zacchaeus is seeking forgiveness. Zacchaeus “sought to see who Jesus was, but could not, because he was small of stature. So he ran ahead and climbed up into a sycamore tree to see him, for he was to pass that way.” He was willing to lose any tiny little bit of respect that other people might have had for him in order to gain what he truly needed. He was willing to let it all go just for a glimpse of the one who proclaimed God’s love and forgiveness, even for chief tax collectors, especially for chief tax collectors.

He must have been terribly surprised when Jesus and his group of followers approached his tree and Jesus looked up at him and calling him by name although they had never met, said, “Zaccheus, come down immediately. I must stay at your house today.” Then the NIV tells us “he came down at once and welcomed him gladly.” But “welcomed him gladly” doesn’t really give us the power of the word in the Greek. It means “rejoice.” Here in Luke’s gospel it is the word that Gabriel uses when he tells Mary how she should react to the news that she will bear the Savior of the world in her womb. This is the word that is used to describe the reaction of the shepherd who finds his one lost sheep. And this word is the reaction of the father who receives his prodigal son back after he thought he’d lost him forever.

This isn’t just saying, “Sure, Jesus, come on over. I’m glad you’re here.” This is rejoicing because what you have found is so much more magnificent than what you were seeking. This is rejoicing because you are an outcast and you are alone and you are in need of forgiveness and you are in need of an opportunity to change and you need to be saved from all kinds of things and you’ve made a fool out of yourself hiking up your tunic and running down the road and climbing a tree and Jesus, who you were hoping to catch a glimpse of, knows you and wants to come break bread with you. This is rejoicing. So Zacchaeus hopped out of the tree and rejoiced because Jesus is coming to his house for lunch!

So the crowd sees Jesus walk off with Zacchaeus and rolls their eyes and sticks their noses up and huffs and puffs, “[Jesus] has gone to be the guest of a sinner.” Of course Zacchaeus would have expected that, but who cares, Jesus isn’t sitting down to sandwiches at anybody else’s house. And Jesus was surely used to it by now. He’d been hanging out with tax collectors and prostitutes and sinners of all kinds for quite some time. And all this that is going on, the seeking and the finding, the fact that Jesus knew his name and was giving Zacchaeus the opportunities he so sorely needed causes such a change in Zacchaeus that he stands up and tells Jesus, “Look, Lord! Here and now I give half of my possessions to the poor, and if I have cheated anybody out of anything, I will pay back four times the amount.”

What a change! John the Baptist had once talked about bearing fruits worthy of repentance. James would later write, “Show me your faith without deeds, and I will show you my faith by what I do.” Jesus talked a lot about repenting, which means changing the way you think and live. Jesus’ acceptance of Zacchaeus has inspired such a change in Zacchaeus that he is standing up, possibly in the middle of dinner, and repenting. The Zacchaeus who cheated people and who didn’t give to help the poor, that man is dead. From now on he doesn’t want to hold on to money for himself but to give as freely as he has received. Zacchaeus wants to change his life but no one would give him the chance. It was like he had been on an island surrounded by burned bridges, and Jesus was the only one willing make the swim. Jesus had once said, “What good is it for a man to gain the whole world, and yet lose or forfeit his very self?” Zacchaeus had gained a lot, but he had forfeited his very self. But even if the whole city of Jericho had given up on Zacchaeus, Jesus hadn’t.

So Jesus replies, “Today salvation has come to this house, because this man, too, is a son of Abraham.” Jesus has given Zacchaeus his identity back and re-included him in God’s covenant community of faith. It doesn’t matter if everybody else in town looks down on Zacchaeus and says he’s such a traitor, that he’s not even a Jew, not even a son of Abraham, because Jesus says he is and that is what matters. We don’t know exactly what Jesus means by salvation here. We are not told if Zacchaeus has made a profession of faith in Jesus. We are not told if he wants to join up with the disciples. But what we do know is that whatever happened in Zacchaeus was so powerful that Jesus sensed that and that Jesus proclaimed that salvation had come to Zacchaeus and his family because of what had happened that day with all the running and tree climbing and rejoicing and repenting.

And here it gets even more interesting. Jesus says, “For the Son of Man (by which he is referring to himself) came to seek and to save what was lost.” I thought it was Zacchaeus who was seeking to see Jesus, not the other way around. And Zacchaeus was certainly seeking Jesus because Zacchaeus was lost and he thought Jesus might be the one in whom he would be found. But Zacchaeus wasn’t the only one who was seeking someone that day. Jesus was seeking for him as well. In fact, Jesus says that is why he came to earth, to Israel, to Jericho, to Zacchaeus, a grown man in a tree. He came to seek and to save the lost. So Zacchaeus may have been a wee little man and a wee little man was he, but he was also lost and he knew it, but so did Jesus. The world wouldn’t give Zacchaeus another chance but Jesus would, because Jesus is the seeker and the savior of the lost.

And here is the best news of it all: that is just as true today as it was then. If you are lost, if the world has given up on you, if you have gained much but forfeited your very self, if what you seek is forgiveness, if what you seek is the opportunity to change, if what you seek is salvation, seek Jesus. He has promised that if you seek him, you will find him, because although you might think you are the only one who is seeking for something, for someone, he is seeking for you too. Like a miraculous birth, like a lost sheep found, like a long lost child returned, that is worth rejoicing over. Rejoice, for Jesus came to seek and to save what was lost. Praise God.