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No One Is Alone

There are some things you experience, and you immediately think, “Yea, and verily! This shall be a sermon!”  (And then, you immediately vow to stop watching so much Downton Abbey, because it’s making you talk funny.)

For me, Into the Woods was one of those experiences, and I’m only amazed it took me ten (!) years to write a sermon about it.

Here is the sermon:

January 29, 2012

Epiphany 4, Year B

Mark 1:21-28

The musical “Into the Woods” tells the familiar fairy tale stories of

Cinderella, Red Riding Hood, Rapunzel and her prince, Jack and his

beanstalk, and a baker in search of a child. All mixed together and put to

Sonheim’s music. Everyone pursues their wishes into the woods, crossing

paths as they go, their stories faithfully narrated by a trusty narrator, until,

as expected, everyone gets their happily ever after ending.

And hooray! Everyone sings and dances as they celebrate the fairy-tale

truism that the good have been rewarded, the naughty have been

punished, and those who sought their wishes have gotten what they

wanted, and the story is over.

The only hint that this might not actually be the end of the story, is the sight

of a beanstalk rising up into the sky, a figure of a giant descending, and the

narrator shouting, “to be continued!” as the curtain falls.

On the end of act 1.

Apparently, this was not enough of a hint for one preview audience, and this group

of senior citizens departed, all excited over this delightful, but short, new

show they had seen, before the director chased them to the parking lot and

brought them back so they could see the second Act.

Which is where it really gets good. The first act is about familiar stories of

getting what you want: the second act is about the consequences to

everything and everyone around you when you get what you want.

And that’s the part that we have the most trouble dealing with. Whether it’s

fairy tales, politics, sports, or whatever it is, we have a hard time

comprehending that the world is constructed like a pond, and actions ripple

outward– they don’t stay magically confined to one person or place. Throw

a rock into the pond, and the ripples extend on and on. The consequences

ripple out in all directions. You, me, rock, pond, water…

The world, as it turns out, is profoundly interconnected.

And so, when Jesus comes along, and starts talking to demons, like in

Mark tonight, remember that rock thrown in the water, and remember the

beanstalk rising in the sky. Because the reality that the world is in fact

interconnected and intertwined is something we tend to struggle with on a

good day, never mind when we are also trying to wrap our heads around

the good vs. evil stuff.

Jesus has come into Capernaum, which is sort of his home base in the

Galilee. He heads into the synagogue and starts teaching. In response to

his teaching, a man who is described as “demon-infected” comes in, and

the demons start yelling at Jesus.

“what have you to do with us, Jesus of Nazareth? Have you come to

destroy us? I know who you are– the son of the Most High.”

Its this weird quirk in Mark that the demons always recognize Jesus, when

no one else does, and also that Jesus himself really doesn’t want people to

know who he is– it’s the messianic secret.

It’s also this weird quirk, that upon recognizing him, the demon asks “Are

you here to destroy us?”

Now, there are a lot of ways to parse these stories of exorcisms in the

gospels. First century schizophrenia, some sort of mental illness, actual

demonic possession, or an elaborate metaphor that the writer of Mark

thinks is instructive. All of those explanations Work, sort of, more or less,

but as is usually the case when you start worrying about factual accuracy

over truth in story, they miss the big picture. All tree bark, and no woods.

But ultimately, there are two things at work here– big picture. The idea that

evil exists, and that evil is systemic, and can’t be so easily isolated.

And we know that evil exists. I doubt hearing me say that is a surprise to

anyone. Evil exists when people are made to suffer, when humans are

abused, when the goodness of creation is destroyed and shamed, when

the hope that is born in each of us is snuffed out by what we experience.

Evil exists– evil is what works against the will of God for a good and whole

creation.

And that’s tricky, because that’s not something that can be personified,

isolated, and easily eliminated. Hitler was evil, but Hitler didn’t pull off the

Holocaust by himself. Slavery was evil, but who, particularly, should we

blame for that? The slave owners, or the rest of the country who bought

the goods produced by the slaves so cheaply?

Whenever we start to believe that we can destroy all evil, just utterly

destroy this one person, group of people, this one idea, and it will all be

fine, and we’ll all be safe forever, then we have forgotten that the line between good

and evil runs not between people, not between political parties, or

ideologies, but straight through every human heart. And Jesus alone is in

charge of all that.

And in fact, that’s not what Jesus did. Jesus in these stories, confronts the

demons. He names them, he calls them what they are– evil that afflicts the

creatures of God.

But he always heals the person. These are as much healing stories as

they are exorcisms. Jesus always sees the child of God within and

redeems it.

Because ultimately, no evil is so bad that it can withstand God. No evil is

so bad that it cannot be redeemed by Christ. The demons always lose.

Always. They always get cast out in the end.

When we call out the evil we see, when we confront it, we are taking part in

the work of God that’s already been accomplished and done.

So no, we are never able to save the world, we’re never able to destroy all

evil, but we don’t have to– God’s done that bit. All we have to do is shine

the light of Christ.

And when we do that, as small as it may seem, and as insignificant as it

may feel, we’ve begun to participate in God’s own story in the world.  And nothing on heaven and nothing on earth, changes the way that story ends.

Amen.

And for good measure–  the song referenced in the title:

Inconceivable

If my geeky brain serves correctly, there was an old form of preaching in Judaism wherein a rabbi would take the given text for the day, which was somewhere in the Torah, and begin his sermon somewhere entirely different, on a totally random verse elsewhere in the Tanakah.  Like if the assigned text was the calling of Abram into covenant with YHWH, you would start out by quoting something off the wall, like Proverbs 5:15 “Drink water from your own cistern; and fresh water from your own well.”

And from there, you’d basically leap-frog via associations both linguistic and theological through the scriptures until you arrived at the assigned verse for the day.  The farther away your starting point was, and the more associations you made, and the more verses you included, the more brilliant a preacher you were considered to be by the congregation.

I’m not about to try this out anytime soon (any more than I’m about to improvise jazz singing in the pulpit.  Other people’s art forms, as much as they might impress me, generally just make me look like a crazy person if I attempt them, especially out of context.)  But there’s something about the exuberance of the enterprise that I enjoy.  I like the idea that nothing at all, is off limits in preaching, and that we should silence the voice in our heads which pipes and says “Are you allowed to talk about THAT in a sermon?!”

To that end, I offer the following YouTube clip, for all things are better when performed by Legos:

And here is the sermon:

January 22, 2012

3 Epiphany, Year B

Mark 1: 14-20

In the movie, “The Princess Bride”, the villianous mastermind Vizzini kidnaps the princess Buttercup, with the help of the master swordsman Inigo Montoya and the giant Fezzig.  As they are escaping on their ship, Vizzini declares any chances that they shall be caught ‘inconceivable.’  And yet, as they continue to head for a neighboring country and safety, the pursing ship begins to catch up with them.  “Inconceivable” declares Vizzini!  Then Buttercup dives overboard, in a desperate desire to escape.  “Inconceivable!”  cries Vizzini!  Finally, upon reaching land, the band of miscreants ascend straight up the cliffs with their captured princess, only to be pursued again by the captain of the other ship.  Again, Vizzini pronounces this turn of events “Inconceivable!”  Inigo Montoya turns to him.  “You keep using that word.  I do not think it means what you think it means.”

As Christians in 2012, we come quite a bit after those who first constructed the language of our faith–about 2,012 years after, to be exact.  Words like “repent!”, “grace”, “believe”, “faith” all started out meaning one specific thing, with specific connotations and allusions built in, and now, to us, they mean something different.  They sound different.

And this isn’t a bad thing.  It’s an effect of time, and Time, as Jesus points in the gospel, is not apart from the workings of God.  Time builds up, Time accrues for us down the line of history, and those of us who come after the earlier disciples and generations before have a lot more of this linear history to sort through–some helpful, some not as helpful.  But all of it there.

And so, when Jesus appears, after the arrest of John the Baptist, in today’s gospel, declaring that the Time has been fulfilled, and the kingdom of God has come near, so we should Repent, and believe the Good news….what is it that we hear, today in 2012?

Whatever it was they heard back then, evidently it was enough to inspire all these fisherfolk to immediately abandon their promising careers on the sea, their families, their homes, and tramp around in the wilderness after Jesus.  It was enough to make them get up and change their lives.  This declaration of “the time has been fulfilled, repent and believe the good news.” was some sort of freeing magic.

But for us today, sitting on the opposite end of the timeline….. Well, for me at least, it doesn’t seem that motivating, that inspiring.  It doesn’t sound like the sort of message that prompts all of Mark’s gospel– it sounds like a rather good bumper sticker on someone else’s car, or the title of a pamphlet someone would stick under my door.  Not something that’s going to motivate me to head anywhere at all.

Maybe the weight of time has squashed the message a bit.  Or maybe these words don’t mean what we’ve come to think they mean– all bumper sticker slogans and catch phrases.

And if that’s the case, then we should find a better way of explaining ourselves.  We should find some new words. Because if all we have to tell our story is advertising catch-phrases off the TV and slogans stolen from radio talk shows, then no one is going to be leaving their nets anywhere.  So maybe we need some new words.

Ok.  Let’s take a swing at that.

“the time has been fulfilled.  The kingdom of God has come near, repent and believe the good news.”

For starters, “time” has two words in Greek.  Chronos, which is the linear sort of historical time that I’ve been talking about so far.  The sort of time where I can tell you that this service will probably take up 1 hour of your time– the very mundane sort of time marching forward.  But Jesus is talking about kairos, which is the sort of time in which God operates.  Time which isn’t on a line, that sort of thing we experience through our memory, or in our imagination, when past becomes present and merges into the future.  Time that bends and shifts depending on what is happening.  That’s what has been fulfilled.

The realm in which God works, where God is actually fully in charge, the kairos, has now broken through into our mundane timeline.  The kingdom of God, where the poor are taken care of, the outcast are welcomed, the sick are healed, the lame leap for joy, the oppressed set free, is emerging in our own world.

So we should do what?

“repent” has started to become associated with guilt, and shame, and feeling very bad about oneself.  Repent literally means turn around, to go back.  It’s an action, not a feeling.  It’s not a command to feel something, it’s a command to do something.  It’s a command to come back.  Come back home.

Come back home, and believe in the good news of what God is doing.  Participate in the emerging world that God is creating, right before our eyes.  Participate in the good news of a world made whole, where all are cared for, all are welcomed, all are loved, all are fed.  Because it’s starting right now, in the actions and person of this guy, Jesus, and you, you personally, are needed.

Imagine what would happen if we took that message into the streets.  Imagine what would happen if we went far and wide, proclaiming that God had jumped into our boring, broken, unfair world in order to make it whole, just and loving, and that everyone’s talents were needed in this new project.  If we really proclaimed that message, and backed it up with how we lived, how many people could stay in their boats then?

Could anyone stay as they had been before? If we really lived out the call?

Inconceivable.

Hail Mary, kick some butt.

So, admittedly, I stretched the lectionary a bit here. But in my opinion, right now we could all do with two weeks together of contemplating the Magnificat. For it is awesome. As a summary of the gospel, you cannot do much better than that.
(Also, there be pictures in this sermon!).
So here:

Rev. Megan L. Castellan
December 11, 2011
Advent 3
John 1, Magnificat

All religious figures eventually develop schizophrenia. It’s quite unfortunate, but it’s a common side effect of being venerated by humans for any length of time whatsoever. Jesus Christ becomes simultaneously the figure of meek and passively love for the world, and the avenging Judge of the World, Complete WITH flaming Sword action. God becomes the all-merciful, all-compassionate, all-loving source of Endless Creativity in the Universe, and also the Gigantic Wrathful Parental Figure in the Sky who is about to send you straight to hell without supper or $200. It’s rough.

And then there’s Mary. Ah, Mary, full of projections.

If you listen to most (western, old-school) depictions of Mary, she is pretty straight-forward. Mary is meek! Quiet! Passive! Excellent at taking directions! Her claim to fame is saying ‘yes’ when an angel appeared out of the literal blue and said, “Excellent news, unwed teenage girl! You are pregnant! Sound good?” (Reading between the lines, here, Mary is also none too bright.).

She is depicted in lovely (non-threatening, very flattering) shades of blue, and pink. And she’s always paler than me. Which, to put it in perspective, makes it look usually like she’s about to die tragically in the final stages of some medieval opera of consumption– not raise a healthy Galilean kid. Extra points if she’s got blonde hair, or hair paler than mine. Double points if her eyes are blue.

Turns out, I have some problems with this Mary.

Hyperdulia (great word! Look it up!) or the elevation of the mother of Christ above other saints is something I came late to. And it was because of this version of Mary. I couldn’t understand her. She wasn’t compelling. I’ve never been able to pull off meek and mild– how am i supposed to relate to her? Yet I sat in church, and saw popular piety instruct me that I really should be like her.

Then,bored, in college, as you do, I reread the Gospel of Luke. And realized that Mary in the story of the Annunciation, was almost unrecognizable to me. The Mary who emerged wasn’t the meek and assenting milquetoast of old sermons– she was that girl from the Tanner painting– she who stares at the column of light as if God is playing a really uncomfortable trick on her, and had best be explaining himself, because what the heck, YHWH?

behold, the painting!

Her response to the angel isn’t “Of course!” Her response is “how can this be?”. In other words, “check your facts, you angelic loon.”. She’s not blindly assenting, she questions the crap out of that guy. THEN and only Then, does she agree, but when she does, she doesn’t just say Yeah, ok. It’s a conditional assent– let it be to me according to your word. This is not an “anything goes, you’re the boss,” sort of assent. The deal has been explained satisfactorily, and Mary is agreeing to its terms. (How are you, first century agency?)
And THEN. Then, Mary launches into the most kick-ass, non-meek section of scripture that there freaking is. She goes to visit Elizabeth, and in greeting, sings the Magnificat.
And spoiler alert, in so doing, she pretty much sums up the entirety of the gospel message. What Jesus will get tossed out of the synagogue for saying in his first sermon, Mary lets loose with right here.

He has looked with favor on his lowly handmaid, from this day forth all generations shall call me blessed. He has scattered the proud in the imagination of their hearts– He has shown strength with his arm, he has cast down the mighty from their seat, and has exalted the humble and weak, he has filled the hungry with good things, and the rich he has sent empty away.

This is not meek language, this isn’t a submissive speech. This Mary isn’t sitting quietly in a corner, waiting for God to tell her what’s going to happen next– she’s boldly proclaiming her experience of a world flipped upside down, and her central role in it.
Right here, this is where this version of Mary takes form. Not so much the cardboard figure of purity, but the complex icon of what it means to be a human, interacting with God.

Mary is us, complexity and all. Being confused by God, being delighted by God, being frustrated by God, wishing God would stop already with the annoying little parables and just say something straight out like a normal person…Mary is the human caught up in the dance of divinity, with all the emotions, joys, and struggles that come along with it.

And as we watch Mary’s journey through the gospel, God is ok with full range emotions, Jesus is ok with normal humans. God chose the lowly, the normal, the talkative teenage girls– not the precious moments figurines. (why make her into what she isn’t, what we can’t be?). God used her as she was. God needs us as we are. Not as what someone else tells us we should be. But just as we are, in all our human complexity.

And the intriguing thing about Mary is that despite our constant tendency to shrink her down to size, when she appears in visions, it’s in the terms of those she appears to. To Bernadette at Lourdes, Mary appeared as a French teenager. To Juan Diego at Guadalupe, she appeared as an Aztec princess.

Because really? The example of Mary remains true– God doesn’t need Precious Moments figurines, or marionettes. God needs us. The angel informs Mary “With God, all things are possible”. In other words, you’re in this too, kid. Just as you are.

So hail Mary, full of grace and spunk. And teach us to sing along with you, as best we can. Amen.

This sermon was partly inspired by a series of icons by Br. Robert Lentz OFM, like this one. In Latin American liberation theology, oddly, Mary is often overlooked, despite the widespread devotion to her there. If I ever write a PhD dissertation, it will be on this. Anyway! This icon! Mary as the Mother of the Disappeared–Those taken by the death squads in the 1970s..

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I Love You; Now Change

This is a good week to be an Episcopalian.  In one exciting week, we get All Saint’s Day, All Soul’s Day, and the Feast Day of Richard Hooker, our first proper Anglican theologian.  We get to loudly sing about the ‘one [who] was a teacher, and one was a priest, and one was slain by a fierce wild beast.’  We sing our Alleluias to the stirring Sine Nomine by Vaughn  Williams.  All in all, it’s a good week to shake off whatever complacency has crept into the heart over the plodding Ordinary Time of the summer.

(Also, we have Halloween, which I believe in celebrating.  What better way to emphasize unconditional divine love and grace than to freely distribute unearned candy to children you don’t know, who have dressed up in ugly and unappealing ways?)

As Episcopalians, also, we do not have Reformation Day.  This is a thing that Protestants*** have on or around October 31.  (Know how we have this liturgical time rule wherein feasts cannot move backwards, only forwards, and only certain feasts may eclipse a Sunday?  The ELCA, bless their late-blooming-liturgical-renewal hearts, have not such a rule.)  So my ELCA brothers and sisters celebrated Reformation Day this past Sunday, and since I was preaching at the church in Williams, a combo ELCA/Episcopal parish, I was asked to preach on the Reformation.

Here is what I said.

Proper 26, Ordinary Time

Matthew 23: 1-12

Reformation Sunday (ELCA recognized)

 

In seminary, I had a renowned Church History prof who used to refer to the Reformation as ‘The Great mistake’.  This drove the lone Lutheran in my class up the wall, every time he did it.   Fr. Wright would stand there, sort of looking all Mr. Burns-ish, and poor Mark would sit there, with steam visibly emerging from his ears, until finally, he flatly refused to study church history after about the middle ages with this guy.    This was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

 

I was thinking about that this week.  Reformation, reform is in the air right now.  No matter where you look, people are calling for change, calling for something to give.  We can’t go on as we have been going, something has to change, something must be different, and here is what it is…..  People everywhere nailing their theses to the doors.  The GOP candidates have their ideas of what needs to change.  The Tea Party has their ideas of what needs to change, Occupy Wall Street–which has now spread to the streets of every major city in the country, they have their ideas of what needs to change too.  And certainly, if you put all of those people in a room together, their ideas will not line up.

 

And within the church too, three weeks ago, at diocesan convention, we passed a resolution, evidently the first in the whole church, asking for a special convention to be called, so that we could begin to reform the entire structure of the Episcopal Church as a whole.  I spent a lot of that weekend talking about committees, and constitutions, and canons, all those church-y c-words.  All that really boring-sounding stuff that is also pretty important because it is the foundation of how we live in community with each other.

 

All of that stuff, all of it, is changing.  Inside of the church, outside of the church, it’s all changing.  We are beginning to discuss things that we have not discussed in generations.  We are beginning to talk about things that we have not discussed maybe in the span of our lifetimes.

 

The theses have gone up on the door, whether we are ready for it or not.

 

Everything is being called into question.  Everything is being challenged.  Everything is being reformed.

 

Which poses the question–how then, do we live?

 

When we feel called to nail those theses to the doors of the cathedrals of the world, of the churches of our world, how does God want us to act?  When people come to us, posing questions that we hadn’t considered, that make us uncomfortable, wanting to reform the things that we hold so dear and unshakeable, how does Jesus call us to respond?

 

The early church started out as something of a reform movement.  Jesus and the disciples were Jewish, in a Jewish society.  From most of what Jesus taught, he sounded like the other reforming rabbis of his time– preaching the best of the tradition, of what was already there, and trying to draw the people back to faithfulness, and what they already knew.  Not trying to start something new.

 

But in times of crisis, people polarize pretty quickly.  It was one thing to offer critique and questions during a relatively safe period in Jewish history– it’s another thing to do it during a period when Rome has wiped out Jerusalem, and sent the survivors into exile.  And so eventually, what starts off as a reform movement within faithful Judaism, ended up as a different religion altogether.  And the past two thousand years have been marred by some pretty excruciating history between the two.

 

So the gospel reading stands as a stark reminder of that history.  It was Written by a community that was at war with itself and being attacked all the time by Rome, and that frustration, the hurt and betrayal seeps into the text.  We’re getting that part of Matthew where it’s the clearest.  There is name calling!  There are insults. And standing at this end of the past two thousand years, it’s hard not to cringe, a bit.

 

But, like I said, let it be a reminder.  A reminder of the choice that any sort of reformation poses.  The choice that was there, two thousand years ago, and the choices we have again today.

 

Because whenever anything, is faced with questions, with protests about what they’re doing, and why they’re doing it, whenever anyone  is faced with those challenges on the door, we have to make a choice. Either open our arms to it, take it in and work through it in some way, or close it out, ignore it, and shut down.  That’s the choice.

 

The reason my old professor called the Protestant Reformation the “Great Mistake” was not that he was in favor of the pope, or in favor of selling church offices.

 

He lamented that the Roman Catholic Church split.  He was upset that the pope couldn’t listen to Luther’s critique until well after it was too late, and instead, punished him for challenging the church’s authority.  And in the ensuing years, the rift between Catholic and Protestant spread to include hundreds, if not thousands of offshoot little Protestant denominations, all because no one could sit down and talk through their problems in church.

 

That was the mistake.  The church couldn’t listen.  It made the wrong choice.

 

And like the frustration we see in the gospel, it helped fuel bitterness and conflict for generations.

 

Even though it can feel threatening at times, reform comes from love.  It comes from loyalty.  No one wants to fix something they don’t care about.  And so our choice, in our day, cannot be one of fear. We can’t be so self- protective, so crouched over in a corner that we miss where the Spirit is trying to lead us.

 

Because God, somewhat shockingly, does not give up on God’s people.  The same God who sent the prophets, and came down personally, still hasn’t given up on us, despite our continued attempts to be stubborn and sad.  God sends us reformers, and breathes the Spirit through our stale world, again and again.

 

The least we can do is listen.

 

Amen.

***  This would not include us.  ‘Protestant’ indicates a church that actually went and protested the Roman Catholic church, or some aspect thereof.  We, on the other hand, basically wandered away, in the dead of night, first in a huff, then slower and slower.  Finally, we sulked in our corner of England, when we realized that the pope had not chased after us, armies in tow, to win us back, in the manner of a romantic comedy ending.  It was traumatic for many.

Have a Carrot.

This week, in the morning, I was back in Holbrook.  They fed me chocolate cake and coffee, and told me stories about when their kids were younger, and lived in town, and went to church.  Now, they’ve all moved to Phoenix.  One is apparently dating a Cardinal!

In the afternoon, I did an “emergency animal blessing,” which is to say that I filled in at my friend’s church, since she had to fly back to the East Coast suddenly.  I was glad to do it–Animal blessings are common around St. Francis Day, in liturgically-minded churches,  and they are one of the perks of the priest-job.  Stand around outside on a pretty autumn day and pet dogs, cats, etc in the name of their Creator?  Yes, please.  And as this particular church has a healthy sense of fun about it, they had also provided ‘doggie snacks’ and animal games, complete with ‘doggie musical chairs.’  (God likes and endorses party games, including bowling, clearly.) Fun was had by everyone.

Clearly, I have an awesome job.

As a side note:  this parable from Matthew about drove me spare.  I appreciate this run of RESPECT MY AUTHORITY!!! parables we’ve been having between Jesus and the authorities in the Temple in their broader context, but come on, now.  Matthew’s supercessionist tendencies get old really quick, and short of taking a homiletic time out to disavow this, it’s difficult to deal with, week after week.

And here’s what I did end up saying.

October 9, 2011

Proper 23

Matthew 22:1-14

In the days since the death of Steve Jobs, there’s been a revival of

heaven jokes, heaven cartoons. And among them my favorite: A man dies,

and he goes to heaven. St. Peter says to him, “Hooray! We’re thrilled

you’re here, welcome to heaven, your eternal abode, let me show you

around so you can choose where you’d like to live.”

They first come to an elaborate banquet hall, filled with delicious

smells, and fine china, as cheerful people chatted happily and ate their fill.

“What’s this?” asked the man. “oh these are the Episcopalians,” said St.

Peter, “mind your manners, but they throw a good dinner party.”

Next they came to a raucous dance party. Even from a distance, they

could hear the music and the sound of people dancing and clapping.

“What on earth?!” asked the man. “Oh, these are the Baptists. They’re

happy they get to dance now. Takes a while for the thrill to wear off.”

Finally, the man had seen everyone there was to see, all the

inhabitants of heaven, everyone you could think of– all joyful and

celebrating.

Then, off to one side, the man was surprised to notice a stone

house, all boarded up, with a wall around it, and a large sign that said

“Quiet! Keep Out! “. He wandered up to it. “Who lives here?” he asked.

“Shhhh!” said St. Peter. “that’s Jerry Falwell’s house. It’s been in there for

years. He thinks he’s the only one up here.”

It’s a funny story. Funnier, certainly, than the parable for today. This is the

third parable about the kingdom of heaven from Matthew that we’ve gotten

in as many weeks, each with some sort of twist, each preached by Jesus

as he’s in the Temple during the last eel of his life. Now, granted, parables

are supposed to be surprising. As one New Testament scholar put it, a

parable is a story that is drawn from normal, everyday events that shocks

you just enough to make you think.

Which is fine, but this one shocks you all over the place. First there’s

this king who wants to give a wedding banquet. But no one will come;

everyone blows him off for various reasons, so he gets so angry that he

invades the local town, kills the population and burns it to the ground.

A slight overreaction, perhaps.

Still desperate for this party, he then decides to do a sort of all out dragnet

operation, and sends his army to the streets of the capital and collects

everyone they can find– young, old, rich, poor, whoever, and force them to

come. Because come hell or high water, this king is having a party, gosh

darn it.

This being accomplished, the poor king is then most distressed to

discover that one of his forced guests has shown up without a proper outfit

on. It’s like the guy doesn’t even realize he’s at a party. So frustrated by

this is the king that he throws him out.

Who, after all, shows up to a party and doesn’t realize they are at

one?

And what sort of king is that desperate to throw a party?

Parables, like I said, are meant to shock. That’s how they work.

Frustratingly, they aren’t meant to answer questions– they are meant to

provoke them, which is probably why Jesus was so very fond of them.

And they aren’t literal. Which is to say that Jesus wasn’t recounting the tale

of an actual king with anger management and party-planning issues, or

giving advice on how to plan events, or rule an actual city-state.

He was trying to communicate something true about the nature of God, and

the nature of humans, and the nature of our relationship to God.

So, then, in this parable, what is striking is a king who really, really wants to

celebrate. To give good things to whoever he can, wherever he can find

them. He’ll drag them in off the street if necessary.

And a people who can’t seem to receive them.

Shhh. He thinks he’s the only one here.

What keeps us from receiving the grace of God? What keeps us from

showing up, ready for the party? What keeps us from realizing we’re at

God’s party?

Frequently, we blame it on stubbornness, pride, or arrogance. This mainly

happens when we are looking at other people, though. Other people are

the ones who should just get over themselves!

I have a hunch, though, that more often, what holds us back is not pride–

it’s guilt and confusion. It’s our conviction that we aren’t possibly good

enough to receive anything this gracious from God. Why should God be

kind to us? We are hopeless cases! We mess up, even when we know

right from wrong! This is so far from what we deserve– surely there’s a

catch. Surely there’s another shoe that will fall right on top of our heads.

Because that’s the way the world works.

So we end up like the man at the feast, confused and speechless before a

God who just wants to love us.

The good news for us is that God doesn’t give up. God chases after us,

time and time again, despite everything we do, and despite our persistent

denial of our own worth. Over and over again, God assures us that we are

loved beyond imagining, and there is not a thing we can do about it.

Whether we feel we are up to it or not, we are stuck in the unending love of

God.

Its like that old children’s book called the Runaway Bunny. In it, a baby

rabbit tells his mother that he is tired of being a rabbit, so he’s going to run

away. He tells her he will become a fish in the stream, so she replies that

she will become a fisherman to catch him. Annoyed, he says he will

become a trapeze artist in the circus, and she returns that she will be a

tightrope walker, and catch him. On and on it goes– he’ll be a sailboat, and

she’ll be the wind to blow him home, etc. Finally he gives up. Well, I guess

I’ll just be your little bunny, then, he says. Ok, she says. Have a carrot.

God’s love and grace aren’t going anywhere, and eventually, they will win

even over our stubborn guilt and unworthiness. So let’s open our eyes,

open our doors, and enjoy the banquet prepared for us.

Amen.