John
18:1-19:43
Another
Good Friday
Maybe the
downfall is my own failure. Perhaps what
I perceive to be the right things to do or to say or to write are not the right
things at all. Maybe I am not as clear
in my sermons as I think I am; or as precise in my morning devotions as I would
want to claim.
But after
thirty years of going through Lent and Holy Week and Easter – well, I just don’t
know that I see the world becoming more likely to avoid the sins confessed in
the Ash Wednesday liturgy or less likely to join the chorus for bringing an end
to all this and calling for the silencing of the One who tells us that we made
a decent show of it but that we really aren’t living the lives God would have
us live.
What do
you think? How would you measure
it?
Not that
attending worship services should be our prime indicator, but there sure seem
to be fewer gathering for these services than there were in 1983.
Violent
crime statistics are actually going down, but if the actions of the SC
Legislature are an indication of how safe we feel then we are moving in the
opposite direction. You did see, a few
weeks back, the legislation introduced to eliminate the need for a cancelled
weapons permit. Our Legislatures are
moving toward an “open display” of firearms – meaning so long as the gun is in
a holster on your hip and not in your pocket you don’t need a CWP.
Jesus
said, “You will always have the poor with you,” and we certainly do. While personal wealth as a whole has
increased in our society, the last thirty years has seen a decrease in the
standard of living for the bottom third of the socio-economic ladder. (By the way.
You really ought to know that when Jesus says that (in Matthew and Mark
and John – but NOT in Luke) that he is most likely making a reference to Deuteronomy
15:11. The full verse reads, “Since
there will never cease to be some in need on the earth, I therefore command
you, ‘Open your hand to the poor and needy neighbor in your land.’” We are such poor students of our bibles that
we think Jesus is giving us license to be extravagant. Really, he is trying to teach us about the
purpose of money and the resources God has entrusted to us.) Thirty years; the poor are still among us,
and getting poorer.
What measure
do you have, for determining whether the annual re-telling of the Jesus story
is having the desired effect on the world around us?
I won’t
embarrass those of you who have trusted me enough to share family secrets. But as I look out upon you tonight a whole
host of examples of wounded if not broken relationships. And students – don’t think I am speaking only
to the other side of the sanctuary. You may
only be 18 or 20 or 22, but you have your share of tension and in-fighting
among those who are supposed to be your closest friends and within the circle
referred to as “family.”
Are we
getting closer to the hope Jesus had for us when he opened his arms and died on
the cross?
I tell
you the one that is burning at me the most these days. It arises from my exposure to Martin Luther’s
Small Catechism. This is one where I can
get you to do a bit more than just listen to me babble. Pull out a copy of the ELW. Do you know that the Small Catechism is
printed in the ELW? Open it to page 1161
– way in the back. Look with me at the
explanation to the 8th commandment.
That is the commandment which says, “You shall not bear false witness
against your neighbor.” See the last
line of Luther’s explanation? It says
that we are to interpret everything our neighbor does “in the best possible
light”. Older versions say “defend their
actions in kindest of way.” How do you
remember it? How well do you see it
being done among us? Well I tell you one
place where I don’t think we are doing so hot – we seem to be poised to eat
each other alive over the kind of addition we will add to this building. In the argument over a flat roof or a slopped
roof we are abandoning the commandment’s instruction to interpret our neighbors
actions and thoughts and opinions in the kindest of ways. (That was a low blow – I apologize for taking
such a cheap shot.)
As in
each of the past thirty years of my life and work, I read the story of Jesus’
rejection, and betrayal, and trail, and torture, and execution. I do so out of the hope that a faithful and
powerful re-telling will result in a change in the world around us. But after thirty years I grow weary. And I hear more voices crying “Crucify him!”
than I ever hear saying, “Lord forgive us, we know not what we do.”
I promise
that I will be in a different mood on Sunday morning. I am preaching then, too. And I assure you that on Sunday I will tell
you that regardless of what the world did to Jesus (regardless of how we might
ignore Jesus’ story) God will raise him from the tomb and God will say to all
of us that we do have every reason to cling to the promise that we too, will
rise.
But getting
to Easter morning is a cheap ride unless it passes through the Maundy Thursday
instruction to love, as Christ has loved us.
It is as hallow as a chocolate Easter bunny unless it follows a Good
Friday on which we admit our own insistence that Jesus be silenced; or at least
that his words be toned down a bit; or perhaps that we be allowed to see his
demands as some philosophical concept of the good society.
Easter
morning is full of promises. And those
promises are made to us and will not be withdrawn or withheld from us. The One who promises is faithful and
trustworthy and true.
If only
the same could be said of those to whom the promises are made.
Amen.
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