"God is like a Chicken" Feb 24, 2013

Luke 13:1-9

13At that very time there were some present who told Jesus about the Galileans whose blood Pilate had mingled with their sacrifices. ²He asked them, “Do you think that because these Galileans suffered in this way they were worse sinners than all other Galileans? ³No, I tell you; but unless you repent, you will all perish as they did. ⁴Or those eighteen who were killed when the tower of Siloam fell on them—do you think that they were worse offenders than all the others living in Jerusalem? ⁵No, I tell you; but unless you repent, you will all perish just as they did.”

⁶Then Jesus told this parable: “A man had a fig tree planted in his vineyard; and he came looking for fruit on it and found none. ⁷So he said to the gardener, ‘See here! For three years I have come looking for fruit on this fig tree, and still I find none. Cut it down! Why should it be wasting the soil?’ ⁸He replied, ‘Sir, let it alone for one more year, until I dig around it and put manure on it. ⁹If it bears fruit next year, well and good; but if not, you can cut it down.’”

This is the word of the Lord….thanks be to God

 

 

Luke 13: 31-35

³¹At that very hour some Pharisees came and said to Jesus, “Get away from here, for Herod wants to kill you.” ³²He said to them, “Go and tell that fox for me, ‘Listen, I am casting out demons and performing cures today and tomorrow, and on the third day I finish my work. ³³Yet today, tomorrow, and the next day I must be on my way, because it is impossible for a prophet to be killed outside of Jerusalem.’ ³⁴Jerusalem, Jerusalem, the city that kills the prophets and stones those who are sent to it! How often have I desired to gather your children together as a hen gathers her brood under her wings, and you were not willing! ³⁵See, your house is left to you. And I tell you, you will not see me until the time comes when you say, ‘Blessed is the one who comes in the name of the Lord.’”

This is the word of the Lord…thanks be to God

 

A few years ago, there was a candidate for the office of minister of Word and Sacrament.  She was a young woman, fresh out of seminary, and was being examined on the floor of her Presbytery.  She read her faith statement, and then the time came for questions.  And there were many questions-especially questions about her use of pro-nouns—she had  used both male and female pronouns to refer to God.  This caused quite a dilemma, and noisy and heated discussion and questions began to fly across the room.  After some time, a saint, a woman elder, asked to be recognized and slowly made her way to the microphone.  Standing at about 4 feet eleven inches, this elderly woman said “She might have said God is like a chicken.  She could have said God is like a chicken.  But she dinn’t.  Now settle down.  She’ll be fine, and we’ll all be fine.”  And then that saint went back to her pew, and the young woman was approved to be a Teaching Elder.

This was the text that saint was talking about.

Jesus refers to himself as being like a mother hen—a hen who wants to gather her chicks in, under her sheltering wings, a hen who both protects her children and worries, broods over them.

In the beginning, when God began creating the world, the Spirit of God hovered over the waters- the same word as “broods”.  God hovers, God broods, God worries over us.  God longs to shelter us under her wings.

There are many images, Scriptural images, to use for God.  God is a rock, 1 Samuel says.  God is a covenant maker, warrior, a redeemer and liberator, says the book of Exodus.  In Hosea, we see God as husband and lover, in the Psalms, God is likened to a storm, in Job, as a whirlwind. In the Gospel of Luke, God is compared to a woman searching for a coin, and a woman mixing yeast into dough. The Old Testament name for God, El Shaddai, can mean “the breasted God”.

 There are many metaphors, ways of describing God- “God is ‘like’”- because God can never be contained, never be captured, never be constrained to just one image, just one word, just one way of looking at or thinking about God. God, who created humans in God’s image, male and female, is outside of gender assignments and in Trinity, is community and relationship, yet remains One God.  A mystery that no words can explain. 

In the Bible, there are also animal metaphors for God—lion, leopard, even eagle. Surely any of those would have been more flattering, more magnificent, than a chicken. There’s a reason we tell jokes about chickens crossing the road.

But when Jesus compares himself to a mother hen, it is an expression of love- as one who will do whatever it takes to protect those baby chicks from the menacing fox.  Even to the point of giving his own life in the hope that they will be spared. 

 

For a hen is no match for a fox, not really.  And yet that is the way of the Gospel.  The upside-down-ness of the kingdom of God.   It is about things that seem foolish being wise, it is about love sacrificing for others, it is about being held in the embrace of the One who created us, the One who is love.

 The fox is at the henhouse, but Jesus, having set his face to go to Jerusalem, will not be deterred.  “I am casting out demons and performing cures today, and tomorrow—and on the third day I finish my work.” 

 

Jesus also refers to himself as a gardener- like God, in the garden at the beginning.  But in this parable, Jesus is the gardener who advocates, who intervenes for us.  Just a little more time, he asks- let me tend this plant, let me take care of it.  A gardener who digs in the soil, who digs around the plant, gets his hands dirty, who puts his back into the work.  A gardener who calls for more time for us to turn to him, to turn to God, to blossom and bear fruit.

As our last hymn, we will sing “Immortal, Invisible, God only wise”- which gives many names and images for God- Ancient of Days, light, most glorious, unceasing, just and immense.  No words about dirt, or manure, or shovels.  No words about chickens, certainly.  But that is how Christ, God with us, describes himself.  Jesus who spent his life among the poor, the oppressed, the victims.  Not in power, not in castles, but in rural back lanes and villages and towns. And in the henhouse. With us.

And that is where the image finally comes home. We enter this story as that brood of chicks who are scattered, distracted, unable, somehow, to comprehend the very real danger which is threatening.  Jesus' lament over Jerusalem is also over you and me and this world which all too often does not turn, does not repent, does not seek shelter in the arms of God.  That too often, we do not say “Blessed is the One who comes in the name of the Lord.” 

 

So we gather in this season of Lent, knowing fully our need for repentance. We gather knowing that while God tends us, there are times when steadfastly refuse to bloom and bear fruit. And it would appear that our sin is what it has always been: to refuse to receive the love given to us. Our call is to receive that love, to be in relationship with God and others, and to live into all the gifts God intends for us.

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Sermon 2/17/2013

 

Luke 10:25-42

²⁵A lawyer stood up to test Jesus. “Teacher,” he said, “what must I do to inherit eternal life?” ²⁶He said to him, “What is written in the law? What do you read there?” ²⁷He answered, “You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your strength, and with all your mind; and your neighbor as yourself.” ²⁸And he said to him, “You have given the right answer; do this, and you will live.” ²⁹But wanting to justify himself, he asked Jesus, “And who is my neighbor?” ³⁰Jesus replied, “A man was going down from Jerusalem to Jericho, and fell into the hands of robbers, who stripped him, beat him, and went away, leaving him half dead. ³¹Now by chance a priest was going down that road; and when he saw him, he passed by on the other side. ³²So likewise a Levite, when he came to the place and saw him, passed by on the other side. ³³But a Samaritan while traveling came near him; and when he saw him, he was moved with pity. ³⁴He went to him and bandaged his wounds, having poured oil and wine on them. Then he put him on his own animal, brought him to an inn, and took care of him. ³⁵The next day he took out two denarii, gave them to the innkeeper, and said, ‘Take care of him; and when I come back, I will repay you whatever more you spend.’ ³⁶Which of these three, do you think, was a neighbor to the man who fell into the hands of the robbers?” ³⁷He said, “The one who showed him mercy.” Jesus said to him, “Go and do likewise.”

³⁸Now as they went on their way, he entered a certain village, where a woman named Martha welcomed him into her home. ³⁹She had a sister named Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet and listened to what he was saying. ⁴⁰But Martha was distracted by her many tasks; so she came to him and asked, “Lord, do you not care that my sister has left me to do all the work by myself? Tell her then to help me.” ⁴¹But the Lord answered her, “Martha, Martha, you are worried and distracted by many things; ⁴²there is need of only one thing. Mary has chosen the better part, which will not be taken away from her.”

This is the word of the Lord ….thanks be to God

 

We start this mornings’ gospel  lesson with a parable- a story about earthly things that has heavenly meaning, as some describe it .  It is followed by the story of Jesus as a guest in the house of Martha.  We often hear or read these two stories separately- but it is enlightening to hear them together, to let them speak to and inform each other.

A  lawyer- not a lawyer as we know it , but a scribe, a biblical scholar, stands up to test Jesus. The son of God. About the bible.  And Mary, cooking and preparing for the big crowd of freeloaders that hangs out with Jesus, also comes, out of the kitchen, to test Jesus.  

Both of them- the lawyer and Martha- want something more from Jesus.  Want him to clarify and enforce the rules.  THE RULES, Jesus.  We just want some clear, definitive ruling here- what must I do to get eternal life, which sister is doing the most important work. Both want to justify themselves-the scribe, with his learning and behavior, and Martha, wanting acknowledgement for and help in her work.

And neither one gets the answer they were hoping for.

For in the kingdom of God, the old rules don’t apply.  Remember, back  even before Jesus was born, and his mother sang that song about the poor being made full, and the powerful being knocked off their thrones, remember, that first sermon Jesus  preached  about how God’s love is not restricted to a certain tribe or race….remember?

This  Ash Wednesday reading was about Jesus setting his face toward Jerusalem, to go to the cross and death and the future God had prepared for him.  And he told those who wanted to follow him that the things that got in the way of being in the Kingdom of God were….useless.  Not priorities.  The things that society, and culture, and propriety told them were right and important are wrong and useless.  Burying the dead, saying goodbye to your family, patriotism, taking care of business…all beside the point.

As Presbyterians, we have in our communal memory and tradition the Westminster Catechism.  Written in the 1640s, it is in question and answer form.  And the first question it asks is this:  “What is the chief end of humanity?”  That is, what is our purpose?  What are we made for?  Why do we exist, what is the highest form of our being?

What is the chief end of humanity?  And the answer is this:  “To love God and enjoy God forever”. 

The elders recently watched a series of short videos, part of a lecture, given by Rodger Nishioka, a professor of Christian Education, and a ruling elder in the PC(USA).  His area is primarily youth and young adults .  And he says that youth and young adults—but he says it applies to all of us as well—want 2 things- purpose, and community.  Purpose- what am I here for? And community-  Where do I belong?

The scribe in the gospel story is forced to deal with community—who IS my neighbor?  Not only that, but who is neighbor to me.  Because we need to think of ourselves not as the Good Samaritan—of course, we were brought up to help, we were boy scouts or girl scouts, but when we come to this story, we need to ask the question as if we were the one lying in the ditch—if I were half dead, if I were naked and beaten and thrown out to the side of the road,  who would I rather die than be rescued by? 

At the end of the parable, the scribe, the lawyer, the expert in biblical law cannot even bring himself to say the word “Samaritan”.  He mumbles out…”the one who showed him mercy.”  “Go and do likewise”  Jesus tells the expert.  Go and do likewise- break out of your tribe, be involved, even at your own cost and own risk, do mercy to others who are not like you, and more importantly, receive mercy from others who are not like you.  Experience what it is to be needy, to receive instead of always being the giver.

Martha wants Mary to do likewise—at least likewise like her, in the kitchen, cooking and scrubbing pots and pans and waiting tables.  What is Martha’s purpose?  It is to serve—to serve the guests  in the household, it is to show hospitality.  Hospitality is lifted up, celebrated in the gospel of Luke- there are lots of stories about banquets- in fact, Jesus gets called a glutton and a party hound for eating and drinking so much. Martha feels like Mary needs to be part of this hospitality thing, too, but on the serving side, not the sitting at Jesus feet side.  Mary has got the “enjoy God forever” part down.  It must have seemed like forever to Martha, anyway, slaving alone in the kitchen.

So when Martha tried to justify herself, she also gets a surprise—Jesus doesn’t reprimand Mary, but says instead “she has chosen the better portion”.  Mary has chosen to not follow the laws of hospitality, which are deeply ingrained in Middle Eastern culture, but instead chooses to listen to Jesus.  Last week we heard the Transfiguration story, about the voice that came out of the cloud, and said “This is my Son.  Listen to him.”  Well, Mary certainly got that message, even if she wasn’t there on the mountaintop. So.  Go and do likewise.  Sit still and listen.

The rules Jesus.  We want the rules- which is it?  Go and do?  Sit and listen?  Love God or love neighbor? just tell us, and we will follow your rule. 

That’s the problem with discernment.  That’s the problem with the life of faith.  While we would like big flashing road signs, or neon lights, or big arrows telling us which way to go, we know that reality is less definitive, less clear.

But that doesn’t mean it is not possible.  It does mean that the goo d news is always good, but also often hard.  Because in a world—and a gospel—in which the whole world is turned upside down, we often don’t know what to do or who to listen to.  In the kingdom of God, love of God and love of neighbor are not so easily sorted out. They are so intertwined that they are not easily divided into two piles, two choices, two worlds. So I ask us again- what is our purpose?  What are we created for?  Who is our community?

In each of these stories, the boundaries are stretched and the priorities are upended. Because the kingdom of God has come near in Jesus Christ.  

Rodger Nishioka, mentioned earlier, tells another story.  A story about the time he and some youth were in New York City, and some of the youth wanted to go shopping at Bloomingdales, and some did not, so the shoppers got half an hour, while the non-shoppers waited outside and people watched.  And as they are watching and waiting, they see, on the other side of Lexington Ave, 5 lanes of traffic and a stream of yellow cabs, a little old woman, with her walker, attempting to cross the street.  And Rodger and the youth are just watching, almost horrified, because this woman is not moving quickly, and there’s no way, they think, that she’ll be able to get across 5 lanes of traffic.  And this is New York City. Those taxi cabs are not going to patiently wait for her to cross.  Before they can get to her, they see a city sanitation worker, also over on the other side of the street, emptying trash cans into the truck.  And he sees what is going on.  And he is a big, big African American guy in an orange jumpsuit and fluorescent safety vest.  And he walks out into traffic- all 5 lanes of it- and holds up his hands….and traffic stops.  Even when the light changes, they stop. He escorts her to the curcb. And the woman safely crosses the street.  Well, the youth on the sidewalk just spontaneously burst into applause and cheering.  Yay!  Good for you!  You rock, man!  And the man, does a double-take- and points to himself- me?  And the youth are still cheering- Yay!  Yeah, good on you man!  And the man takes a little bow, and then turns, and goes back to his truck and his life. 

In devotions that evening, one of the kids, all the way from Missoula, Montana says “I saw God today”.  And one of the other youth says – “Where did you see God?”  “ I never would have believed it.  God is a huge, handsome black man in an orange jumpsuit and yellow reflective vest. And God helped this woman across the street.  I am going back home to Montana and telling people that God lives in New York City”. (Rodger Nishioka, Columbia Theological Seminary, 2012)

In this Christian life we are called—sometimes to act, sometimes to listen.  But always, always, we are called to be aware of the action of God in the world- and we are always, always to testify- to the love of God given to us in Christ Jesus.  Amen.

"Not Cool"

Luke 9:28-36

²⁸Now Jesus took with him Peter and John and James, and went up on the mountain to pray. ²⁹And while he was praying, the appearance of his face changed, and his clothes became dazzling white. ³⁰Suddenly they saw two men, Moses and Elijah, talking to him. ³¹They appeared in glory and were speaking of his departure, which he was about to accomplish at Jerusalem. ³²Now Peter and his companions were weighed down with sleep; but since they had stayed awake, they saw his glory and the two men who stood with him. ³³Just as they were leaving him, Peter said to Jesus, “Master, it is good for us to be here; let us make three dwellings, one for you, one for Moses, and one for Elijah” —not knowing what he said. ³⁴While he was saying this, a cloud came and overshadowed them; and they were terrified as they entered the cloud. ³⁵Then from the cloud came a voice that said, “This is my Son, my Chosen; listen to him!” ³⁶When the voice had spoken, Jesus was found alone. And they kept silent and in those days told no one any of the things they had seen.

This is the word of the Lord….Thanks be to God

 

Today is one of those arcane, little known celebration Sundays in the Presbyterian World.  According to the calendar, today is Camp and Conference Ministries Sunday.  It is a day for us to remember, and give thanks for, the camps and conference centers that help shape faith and life.  We especially lift up our own Camp, Camp Whitman, and we, in fact, will be singing a camp song as our last hymn this morning.

Camps are places where you go to live with other people, some known to you, some strangers—but at the end of 2 weeks in a very small cabin, you know each other really well.  It is a time for s’mores, and talent night, and standing in line to wash your hands or take your turn on the banana boat.  It is a time and place to deepen your faith, or perhaps grow some if yours is just a fledling faith, it is a time and place to practice living in a community built on the love of Christ. 

It is a time and place for mountaintop experiences—times when you feel the love of God so strongly, the presence of God so tangibly, that you don’t have words to communicate what or who you saw, much less think that anyone back home will believe you anyway.

And it is a time and place and experience that pretty much ruin you for the rest of the world.  A friend of ours used to say that her daughter came back from camp so holy nobody could stand to be around her for the first two weeks or so- before it rubbed off, before the glory and the light faded, before things got back to normal.

Which is what seems to have happened to the disciples.  They have been up on a mountaintop, they have seen the glory, they have seen Moses and Elijah and Jesus- AND THEY WANT TO STAY UP THERE- but then the light dims, and the glory fades, and they are left standing there, blinking their eyes.  And they go down the mountain. And they told no-one nothing. Yeah, I bet they did

How could they?  What could they possibly say?  There was light, and a cloud, and a voice….

 

“Listen to him”  the voice said. This is my son, my chosen- listen to him!  If the voice out there  in the Jordan river, that day that Jesus was baptized, said to Jesus as he came up out of the water: “You are my son, the beloved, with you I am well pleased”, this voice is directed at the disciples- “this is my son. Listen to him”.

But I’m pretty sure they don’t.  And really, how could they?  What with all the lights and the cloud and being half asleep and stark raving terrified, it would be hard to listen to anything or anybody.

So, they all go down the mountain.  And Jesus goes with them

Luke 9:37-45

³⁷On the next day, when they had come down from the mountain, a great crowd met him. ³⁸Just then a man from the crowd shouted, “Teacher, I beg you to look at my son; he is my only child. ³⁹Suddenly a spirit seizes him, and all at once he shrieks. It convulses him until he foams at the mouth; it mauls him and will scarcely leave him. ⁴⁰I begged your disciples to cast it out, but they could not.” ⁴¹Jesus answered, “You faithless and perverse generation, how much longer must I be with you and bear with you? Bring your son here.” ⁴²While he was coming, the demon dashed him to the ground in convulsions. But Jesus rebuked the unclean spirit, healed the boy, and gave him back to his father.

⁴³And all were astounded at the greatness of God. While everyone was amazed at all that he was doing, Jesus said to his disciples, ⁴⁴“Let these words sink into your ears: The Son of Man is going to be betrayed into human hands.” ⁴⁵But they did not understand this saying; its meaning was concealed from them, so that they could not perceive it. And they were afraid to ask him about this saying.

This is the word of the Lord…..Thanks be to God

 

Apparently Jesus is a little short on sleep as well as the disciples, because he sounds cranky- a man brings his son to Jesus to be healed- sound familiar?  We’ve already heard the story of the healing of the centurion, and the restoring to life of the widow’s dead son- this man begs Jesus for help…and Jesus gives what seems to us a rude and short tempered answer- and it’s not really clear if Jesus is annoyed with the man, or with the disciples who tried to heal the boy and didn’t quite do it, or if Jesus is just sick and tired of death and illness and despair, and has had enough. But Jesus rebukes the demon, heals the boy, and gives him back to his father.

End of story, right?  They all go home, Jesus has a snickers bar, and he is returned to his normal, peace loving, mercy giving self. 

But no. Jesus has more words for the disciples.

He says to them:  “Let these words sink into your ears”.  But the original language is a little rougher than that- literally, “stick this in your ears”- the equivalent of “stick that in your pipe and smoke it”- or something ruder still.

Jesus tells them that the Son of Man is going to be betrayed, handed over into human hands. Not cool Jesus.  Not cool.  He has already told them this: that the Son of Man must undergo great suffering, and be rejected, and be killed, and on the third day be raised.  Apparently the disciples didn’t like that, and so just conveniently pretended not to hear it.

I don’t know how many of you have seen the video by a sweet, chubby faced kid named “kidpresident” who is in a video for people who need a peptalk.  And this kid, dressed in a suit and tie, reads part of the poem “The Road Less Traveled”.

He takes out a crumpled piece of paper, and in his best, 7 year old serious voice, reads a poem we learned in school- “Two roads diverged in the woods and I took the road less traveled”

But the kidpresident goes off script and begins yelling “and it hurts, man. Really bad.  Rocks!  Thorns!  Glass!   Not cool, Robert Frost”. 

Not cool.  Not cool Jesus, to start talking about death—your death.  Not cool to start talking about taking up the cross and denying myself in the same breath you talk about following you. 

Not cool.  Up on the mountaintop?  That was cool.  Talk about death and suffering-definitely  not cool.

But what kidpresident is yelling about is precisely that Robert Frost has not told the whole truth. And it is what the disciples are so stunned about- that the way of Jesus, the way of the cross, the road less traveled is hard, with glass and thorns and pain.

Which is why the disciples needed to hear that voice on the mountain—the one that said “Listen to him”.

It is interesting to note that Jesus, up on the mountain top, spends time in prayer.   As Presbyterians, we do a lot of praying.  But I also have to say that, as Presbyterians, we use a lot of words and do a lot of talking.  We are not so good at listening. Spending time in silence, waiting for God to speak.  After the request list, after praying for people we know and love, after praying for peace in the world, to just……listen.

 

“Prayer is a way of attuning ourselves to God and to our shared life” (http://www.workingpreacher.org/dear_wp.aspx?article_id=667).  And prayer is a practice- a spiritual practice, but a practice nonetheless.  Malcolm Gladwell says it takes 10,000 hours to become exceptional at something- a tennis swing, or playing the piano. Even if you are naturally gifted—it still takes that many hours of practice. 

Perhaps part of what this story in Luke is telling us, that as we pray we grow not just more comfortable but also more competent and confident at thinking about all of our lives in relation to God and our Christian faith. (David Lose, ibid). Anne LaMott just wrote a book about prayer titled “Help. Thanks. Wow”, which are, to her, all the prayers that there are.  But I would also say that simply listening for God is prayer, too- perhaps the one we need the most practice in.

And so we are going to do that, today.  In a little bit, we will have our prayers of the people.  And there will be spoken words, but also times of silence.  Some of that may make us feel uncomfortable—that’s okay.  Practice is often like that.

And we will practice again, this coming Wednesday, at the Ash Wednesday service.  There will be words and music, but there will also be silence.  I hope you will join us at Lodi.

And I hope—no, I pray—because as your pastor, I pray for you—I pray that during the holy time of Lent, you will practice silence.  And Listen for God.

 

 

 

 

Things are NOT what they appear

Luke 7:1-10                                                                    

7After Jesus had finished all his sayings in the hearing of the people, he entered Capernaum.²A centurion there had a slave whom he valued highly, and who was ill and close to death.³When he heard about Jesus, he sent some Jewish elders to him, asking him to come and heal his slave.⁴When they came to Jesus, they appealed to him earnestly, saying, “He is worthy of having you do this for him,⁵for he loves our people, and it is he who built our synagogue for us.”⁶And Jesus went with them, but when he was not far from the house, the centurion sent friends to say to Jesus, “Lord, do not trouble yourself, for I am not worthy to have you come under my roof;⁷therefore I did not presume to come to you. But only speak the word, and let my servant be healed.⁸For I also am a man set under authority, with soldiers under me; and I say to one, ‘Go,’ and he goes, and to another, ‘Come,’ and he comes, and to my slave, ‘Do this,’ and the slave does it.”⁹When Jesus heard this he was amazed at him, and turning to the crowd that followed him, he said, “I tell you, not even in Israel have I found such faith.”¹⁰When those who had been sent returned to the house, they found the slave in good health.

This is the word of the Lord…..Thanks be to God

 

A few weeks ago we heard the first sermon that Jesus preached, according to the gospel of Luke.  Remember?  Jesus went back to his hometown, and preached a sermon in his home church.  And, like so many young preachers, he started off well…but then things took a turn.  For the worse.  So much so, that the crowd, presumably who knew him, who had watched him grow up, got so mad that they wanted to throw him off a cliff.

Because Jesus told them that God blesses strangers, “the other”, the enemy.  That God does not limit God’s grace only to us and to our kind.

That was Jesus’ inaugural speech, his declaration of what his reign would be like.

And now, Jesus is acting out his inaugural promises. 

Jesus has again gone back to his home region, to Capernaum in Galilee.  The region of heavy Roman occupation.  The region of maniacal, murderous Herod.  A region in which there was an uprising against the Romans that was squelched.  And we hear the story of the centurion.  A centurion who has a slave, a beloved servant, close to death.  He sends word to Jesus—through the Jewish elders.  Things are not what they appear.Apparently, this Centurion is a good centurion—as if there could be such a thing!  The Jewish elders plead his case before Jesus- “He is worthy of having you do this for him, he loves our people, and built the synagogue for us”. 

Jesus begins to walk towards the centurion’s house, only to be greeted by more people, speaking on behalf of the centurion- this time, saying “I am not worthy- but only say the word, and my servant shall be healed.”  And Jesus does.  And the servant is healed.

And Jesus commends the centurion’s faith.  A worthy man, his request is granted.  We understand how God works.  But things are not as they appear.

Luke 7:11-17

¹¹Soon afterwards Jesus went to a town called Nain, and his disciples and a large crowd went with him.¹²As he approached the gate of the town, a man who had died was being carried out. He was his mother’s only son, and she was a widow; and with her was a large crowd from the town.¹³When the Lord saw her, he had compassion for her and said to her, “Do not weep.”¹⁴Then he came forward and touched the bier, and the bearers stood still. And he said, “Young man, I say to you, rise!”¹⁵The dead man sat up and began to speak, and Jesus gave him to his mother.¹⁶Fear seized all of them; and they glorified God, saying, “A great prophet has risen among us!” and “God has looked favorably on his people!”¹⁷This word about him spread throughout Judea and all the surrounding country.

This is the word of the Lord….Thanks be to God

Jesus then goes to the village of Nain, a village southeast of Nazareth, and came upon a funeral procession, heading out of the city, to the burial ground, led by the mother of the dead man.  And Jesus disrupts the procession, puts his hand on the casket, and the men carrying the body stand still.  Probably in shock.  Because if you are a faithful Jew, you don’t touch dead bodies unless you absolutely, absolutely have to.  It makes you unclean, you have to go through a whole process, and then be declared clean by the priest, before you can get back to your life.  It just was not done.  But Jesus did. Jesus speaks to the dead man, and the young man is restored to life, and Jesus gives him back to his mother.

Before Jesus went to the towns of Capernaum and Nain, Jesus has been speaking to crowds, and he has been telling them stories, parables. Jesus has told the story of the wise and foolish men- the wise man builds his house upon the rock, but the foolish man builds his house upon the sand. He is telling that story to point out that those who SAY “lord, lord” but do not act in consonance with their talk, with their beliefs, have no foundation, and will be swept away by the storms of life.

Jesus is consistent in his speech and actions—he talked about God’s grace, and lived it out.

These two stories of healing stand together, and stand in contrast to each other.  The Centurion is an enemy- and yet his request is answered.  He says he is not worthy, but the Jews say he is, and intercede for him.  The widow in Nain—she makes no request.  We have no idea of her faith.  In the whole accounting of “worthiness”, she has none- a nameless widow, now with a dead son.  And yet Jesus interrupts the funeral procession—and restores her son and gives them both their lives back. 

Jesus heals one man, the slave, after a request, and talks about faith.  And Jesus heals a second man, an unnamed son, without a request, and with no comment about anybody’s faith.  So the healings are not really about worthiness, or the amount of faith, or even being “one of God’s people.”  They are about the overwhelming grace of God. 

The crowd, around the widow and her son, in the town of Nain, get it.  They get that in Jesus, God has looked favorably on God’s people.  The Jewish elders in the first story get it—they go to Jesus on behalf of the centurion. And the centurion himself, on some level, understands that Jesus has power- after all, he is in the army—he understands how things work. The centurion gives orders, and things happen.

Things are not what they appear.  The centurion says “I am not worthy to have you come under the roof of my house….”  Like Simon Peter after the great catch of fish, saying to Jesus “Lord, get away from me for I am a sinful man…” the centurion sees, clearly, who Jesus is, and who he is.

Last summer, the [Hector] youth went to Staten Island, to work with Project Hospitality, to serve food to the homeless and the poor, to learn about HIV and AIDS, to see how the people of God were reaching out in that area.  And things were not always what they appeared there, either.  People were coming to the food pantry driving some very high end cars.  And the youth struggled with that- how could they qualify for the food pantry while still driving such an expensive car?  And the people in the group with AIDS and HIV- they didn’t look sick, most of them.  And when we talked with them, or played card games with them, they didn’t seem so different from us. 

 

Reverend Terry Troia, the founder of Project Hospitality, recently wrote about the effects of Hurricane Sandy on the people of Staten Island that she serves.  She wrote of the help that had come from all over:  Buddhist monks, distributed 10 million dollars- in 100$ bills- to families in the area.  Monks, who had taken a vow of poverty, giving away millions.  She wrote of people from all over, from all faiths, Muslims and Jews, Southern Baptists and Mexican day workers who all worked together to help those in need.  She wrote of a town hall meeting, where person after person came up to the microphone:  immigrants, many of them, some long time residents, some disabled, some hearing impaired, gay, straight, young and old, all searching for hope “in the midst of devastation and despair”.  But she saw, through the eyes of faith, the people gathered at the great feast, the people who God had called and God loves, even in great tragedy.  “They shall come from east and west, from north and south, to sit at table in the kingdom of God” we say.

 

For God is working, even now, to heal and make whole.  Because when we look at Jesus’ actions in these stories of healing and hope and compassion, we see that Jesus doesn’t care about the lines, about the rules, about the way things “appear”- Jesus doesn’t care about whether or not the centurion is a Jew, he doesn’t ask about the status of the slave or their relationship—he only heals.  And Jesus doesn’t care that the son of the woman is literally almost in the grave—Jesus interrupts the funeral procession because he is moved with pity.  This is what God is like—because when God is involved, things are NOT what they appear—the rules about what is, or what should be, are laid aside in the face of overwhelming love and healing.  Thanks be to God.