Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Out of Sight, Out of Mind (Fifth Sunday in Lent)

John 12:1-8
1 Six days before the Passover Jesus came to Bethany, the home of Lazarus, whom he had raised from the dead. 2 There they gave a dinner for him. Martha served, and Lazarus was one of those at the table with him. 3 Mary took a pound of costly perfume made of pure nard, anointed Jesus’ feet, and wiped them with her hair. The house was filled with the fragrance of the perfume. 4 But Judas Iscariot, one of his disciples (the one who was about to betray him), said, 5 “Why was this perfume not sold for three hundred denarii and the money given to the poor?” 6 (He said this not because he cared about the poor, but because he was a thief; he kept the common purse and used to steal what was put into it.) 7 Jesus said, “Leave her alone. She bought it so that she might keep it for the day of my burial. 8 You always have the poor with you, but you do not always have me.”

            Can you remember a time when you were a kid when all your friends at school were doing that one thing you really wanted to do, but your parents wouldn’t let you? It didn’t matter how hard you pled your case to them, they weren’t budging. You could carefully craft a proposal explaining all the benefits they would receive if they just let you go along with your friends; you could speak of the ways in which your social interactions with others in your peer group would lead to a healthier self-image and a more well-adjusted personality when you reached adulthood; you could even try the direct approach, engaging in a heated dispute with your parents, matching each of their arguments with an equally aggressive counter argument until you were hoarse from attempting to filibuster your parents into submission. You could try any and every trick in the book, but they weren’t changing their minds on the issue—they weren’t going to let you join in with your friends.  So you reached for that secret weapon, that one comeback, that last-ditch missile of reason that every kid attempts to use when every hope of getting what they want is lost. You stood before your parents like a confident prosecutor with a signed confession in hand, and with all of the conviction you could muster at that age you said, “But, my friends and all the other kids at school are doing it!”
             Oh how foolish we were to think such a puny piece of rhetoric might shatter our parents’ impenetrable will to ruin our chances of having fun. Each one of us in this room who has ever uttered such a phrase to a parent or guardian in a final attempt to get our way knows exactly what follows such an attempt. Whether the words come in an elevated tone of anger and frustration or a surprisingly soft voice, laced with the confidence of a knock-out punch, parents everywhere have learned the quickest way to pull the wind from the sails of a child’s argument is to simply look them in the eye and say, “I don’t care what the other kids at school are doing/going; you’re not!” With that, the music plays and the credits roll—the discussion is over.
            Why did we ever think we could get away with such a lazy argument? “All the other kids are doing it.” So what? Perhaps there’s something in the way we’re wired as children that causes us to reason that if everyone else—or even one other person—is doing something, then surely there’s at least the precedent for doing it ourselves. I, however, have a different theory. You see, I don’t think this kind of reasoning evaporates with our childhood. Oh no, I think it is refined with age; it evolves into a more efficient and a likely more successful approach to justifying our own desires. You see, I think with time we realize that justifying our actions by calling on the examples of the same actions from others doesn’t really get us anywhere. So we make a few adjustments in our reasoning, and our positions no longer seem so unreasonable. Let me explain what I mean.
            I was having a conversation with a lady once, who was telling me about her frequent trips to Las Vegas. Now, let me interject here and say that I don’t find anything necessarily bad or evil about Las Vegas as a city, but I think you know what this lady was coming around to…Anyhow, she was telling me that she didn’t think what she did with her time in Vegas was really all that bad because it wasn’t like she was running around abusing drugs or alcohol, cheating on her husband, or spending money she didn’t have. She justified her behavior by comparing it to what she viewed as worse. She made her actions seem okay compared to the wicked actions of some hypothetical person who committed much more egregious sins.
I’m afraid we Christians in the Bible Belt have mastered this evolved way of reasoning, and I’m even ashamed to admit that I’ve heard it most often from pulpits not unlike this one. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard sermons about those sorts of sins that so-called “worldly people” practice. I’ve heard preachers worth millions of dollars preach against the supposed sins of those on welfare; I’ve heard the hot wind of televangelists who con thousands out of their life savings proclaim that refusing to tithe is refusing to believe; I’ve heard preachers rail against homosexuality only to be charged with sexual crimes against children. They have made it an evil art to point at the supposedly greater sins of others in order to keep their own sins out of the spotlight; they choose to point to what they believe are larger, public sins of others in order to justify their own, hidden sins. It’s a true tragedy, and it doesn’t end in the pulpit, nor did it begin in the pew. It’s been with us for quite some time. In fact, we have heard an example of such twisted reasoning from the Fourth Gospel here today.
            It’s “Six days before the Passover” and Jesus is in Bethany at the house of Mary, Martha, and the recently resuscitated Lazarus. The narrator of the gospel sets the scene for us: there’s a dinner prepared for Jesus; Martha’s busy serving; Lazarus is reclining at the table; and Mary—well, Mary is making a scene. In verse 3 we’re told that “Mary took a pound of costly perfume made of pure nard, anointed Jesus’ feet, and wiped them with her hair. The house was filled with the fragrance of the perfume.” This would have been nothing short of shocking to those reclining around the dinner table. Mary literally lets her hair down (something a good, Jewish woman would never do in public), anoints Jesus’ feet (a most private and provocative part of a person’s body in the first century) with some outrageously expensive perfume, and then wipes his feet with her hair! Jaws must have dropped, maybe even her previously dead brother Lazarus choked a bit on a mouthful of bread after what she did. The New Testament scholar Tom Wright says Mary’s action would be comparable to a single woman walking up to a single man and hiking her skirt up above her thigh![1]
            On top of such a provocative gesture of worship, Mary has seemingly wasted some very expensive perfume. In verses 4 and 5 we hear Judas’ voice as he attempts to point out the real problem with what Mary has done: “But Judas Iscariot, one of his disciples (the one who was about to betray him), said, ‘Why was this perfume not sold for three hundred denarii and the money given to the poor?’” Now, let’s put on hold the fact that Judas is the one who would betray Jesus (a fact which this Gospel never hesitates to remind us), because it seems as if Judas might actually be starting to get it. Think about it: Judas doesn’t call Mary out for her uncouth behavior; rather, he points out her waste of what amounts to a year’s wages, money that could have been given to the poor. If I had been there, I would have patted Judas on the back and said, “Good job, Judas! I think you’re starting to get it. We should have used such an expensive thing to benefit the poor.” Judas seems to have great intensions, but you know what they say about intentions and the kinds of paths they pave.
            Jesus sees right through Judas’ well-intentioned words though in verses 7 and 8: “Leave her alone. She bought it so that she might keep it for the day of my burial. You always have the poor with you, but you do not always have me.” While there is so much to say about Jesus’ response, I think it is verse 8  that serves to pull the wind from Judas’ sails. You see, the author of the Fourth Gospel gives us a bit of parenthetical insight into Judas’ character and his response to Mary’s action in verse 6: “(He said this not because he cared about the poor, but because he was a thief; he kept the common purse and used to steal what was put into it.)” Jesus sees through Judas’ objection to Mary’s action; this isn’t a genuine concern for the poor, this is an attempt to shine the light on the perceived sin of another in order to hide his own sin. Jesus’ point is made even clearer when one considers that his response to Judas is an allusion to the words of Moses in Deuteronomy 15:11: “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.’"
            If Judas’ concern had truly been for the poor, he would have brought it up long before now. He would have brought it up each time a coin was slipped into the common coffer box in his possession; he would have been making such objections whenever the opportunity presented itself, but here, in the wake of such a public act of worship, Judas decides to point out Mary’s misuse of her resources. His true desire is not to call her out for her outlandish behavior or to call attention to an injustice, but rather to shine the light on someone else’s sins so that his own, somewhat hidden sins, may not seem so great. Before we throw Judas under the bus, though, I think we ought to take a look in the mirror.
After all, it becomes so easy to point out the sins in others doesn’t it? It is especially easy if we think we can categorize sins, if we are able to label some sins as bigger, nastier, or more appalling than others. From our pious perch in the pew we can point to those outside the walls of fellowship and cast judgment on their sins, for while we may be sinners ourselves, at least we aren’t sinners like them. If we can find one or two public sins, sins of which we are sure we are not guilty, and pour our efforts into pointing those sins out in others, then we can push our own sins to the periphery, a place where they can be “out of sight, out of mind.”
I’m afraid we haven’t outgrown that sense of reasoning we had as children; we still think that if someone, somewhere is guilty of the same sin—or better yet, a “worse” sin—then at least we aren’t all that bad (I know I am guilty of such flawed reasoning). If, like Judas, we can take advantage of someone’s public display of what we think is a sin, an injustice, then we just might feel a little better about ourselves and our own ways of living. And it’s right when we start to think we’ve figured it out, just when we’re slipping into that confident sense of comfort, Jesus springs the truth on us—if we’re really worried about sin, we’d better start with our own. For just as Jesus reminded Judas that the poor were there all along, he reminded Judas that he was just as guilty of not giving to them. Just as we point to others and proclaim their lifestyles as sinful, just as we cast judgment on others and announce their inferiority in righteousness, just as we attempt to label and rank sins in an attempt to keep our own sins out of sight, Jesus reminds us that we are just as guilty as anyone at whom we point our accusing fingers.
With that same truth in mind, know this: while we are all guilty when it comes to the sin we carry, we are all given the chance to be forgiven. Whether we bear our sins before the judging eyes of others or keep them buried out of sight, out of mind, Christ offers forgiveness to all who wish to have it. As we draw closer to the cross with Jesus, may you know this day that the stains of sin we all bear may be cleansed by the blood of Christ. May you no longer seek to point out the sins in others so that you may find comfort in your own, less visible sins. May you seek the forgiveness that comes only through Christ today, and may you join this congregation in out connected journey of faith as we follow Jesus to the cross, the grave, and on into the glorious reality of resurrection. May you not hesitate on day longer.
Let us pray…
Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on us, for we are sinners. Remind us that our sins are no smaller or less wicked than the sins of others. Show us, O Lord, the path of forgiveness that leads through the cross into an everlasting life of love and discipleship. Help us to confess our sins and follow you ever closer on this journey of faith. Give us the strength to respond to the presence of the Holy Spirit as it moves among us even now. In the name of our loving Lord Jesus we pray. Amen.



[1] John for Everyone

Monday, March 11, 2013

Two Sons (Fourth Sunday in Lent)

Luke 15:1-3, 11b-32
1 Now all the tax collectors and sinners were coming near to listen to him. 2 And the Pharisees and the scribes were grumbling and saying, "This fellow welcomes sinners and eats with them." 3 So he told them this parable:
"There was a man who had two sons. 12 The younger of them said to his father, "Father, give me the share of the property that will belong to me.' So he divided his property between them. 13 A few days later the younger son gathered all he had and traveled to a distant country, and there he squandered his property in dissolute living. 14 When he had spent everything, a severe famine took place throughout that country, and he began to be in need. 15 So he went and hired himself out to one of the citizens of that country, who sent him to his fields to feed the pigs. 16 He would gladly have filled himself with the pods that the pigs were eating; and no one gave him anything. 17 But when he came to himself he said, "How many of my father's hired hands have bread enough and to spare, but here I am dying of hunger! 18 I will get up and go to my father, and I will say to him, "Father, I have sinned against heaven and before you; 19 I am no longer worthy to be called your son; treat me like one of your hired hands." ' 20 So he set off and went to his father. But while he was still far off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion; he ran and put his arms around him and kissed him. 21 Then the son said to him, "Father, I have sinned against heaven and before you; I am no longer worthy to be called your son.' 22 But the father said to his slaves, "Quickly, bring out a robe—the best one—and put it on him; put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. 23 And get the fatted calf and kill it, and let us eat and celebrate; 24 for this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found!' And they began to celebrate. 25 "Now his elder son was in the field; and when he came and approached the house, he heard music and dancing. 26 He called one of the slaves and asked what was going on. 27 He replied, "Your brother has come, and your father has killed the fatted calf, because he has got him back safe and sound.' 28 Then he became angry and refused to go in. His father came out and began to plead with him. 29 But he answered his father, "Listen! For all these years I have been working like a slave for you, and I have never disobeyed your command; yet you have never given me even a young goat so that I might celebrate with my friends. 30 But when this son of yours came back, who has devoured your property with prostitutes, you killed the fatted calf for him!' 31 Then the father said to him, "Son, you are always with me, and all that is mine is yours. 32 But we had to celebrate and rejoice, because this brother of yours was dead and has come to life; he was lost and has been found.' "

            Don’t you hate it when things don’t go the way they’re supposed to go? Now, I’m not necessarily talking about those times when things don’t go the way you want them to go; I’m talking about those times when the precedents of life are interrupted by unexpected outcomes or malfunctions. Those times when, despite how many countless days in a row you walk out the door, put the key in the ignition, and start your car, the day comes you’ll turn the key and the car won’t start. That isn’t how it’s supposed to go. Or what about those times when, no matter how many mornings your alarm went off at the correct hour it fails to wake you up that one day—that one day—you need to be at work or school early? That isn’t how it’s supposed to go. Never mind those days when, despite how many times you’ve traveled the same route to and from the doctor’s office, there’s construction that has backed traffic up for miles causing you to miss your appointment. That isn’t how it’s supposed to go.
Then of course there are those much more important things in our lives interrupted by surprises and unplanned hindrances. There are those who eat right, exercise, wear sunscreen, and avoid artificial everything, yet the diagnosis of cancer passed on to them from their parents is unavoidable and takes them before their fortieth birthday. That isn’t how it’s supposed to go.  There are those who long to have children, to raise a family of their own, but biology betrays them and leaves them baby-less. That isn’t how it’s supposed to go. Then there are those who are fortunate enough to bring new life into this world; they read every book, attend every class, and go out of their way to love their children, to raise them in the best way they know how, yet their children turn down destructive paths, breaking hearts and burning bridges all along the way. That isn’t how it’s supposed to go.
Fortunately for us, we find ourselves this fourth Sunday in Lent, waist-deep in a parable about things that don’t go the way they’re supposed to go, a parable about a father who doesn’t do what he supposed to do because of two sons who don’t do what they’re supposed to do. If you’ve spent very many Sunday mornings holding down a pew, you’ve likely heard this story once or twice: we commonly call it “The Parable of the Prodigal Son,” though I’d like to (if only for this morning) call it “The Parable of the Father and his Two Sons.” Chances are, many of you could tell this story without peeking down at the Bible in your lap.
Jesus says, "There was a man who had two sons. The younger of them said to his father, ‘Father, give me the share of the property that will belong to me.’” That isn’t how it’s supposed to go. In the Ancient Near East (and in many parts of our modern world) a son—especially a younger son—doesn’t stroll up to his father and demand his share of an inheritance. It’s nothing short of insulting! In fact, the father would have had every right to beat his son on the spot and deny him his inheritance outright![1] This younger son essentially says to his father, “I don’t want to wait for you to ‘kick the bucket.’ I wish you were dead now so I could have my share of what’s coming to me!” That isn’t how it’s supposed to go: a good son would work hard for his family, take care of the estate as his father ages, and then, when his father dies, inherit his portion and continue caring for the family land. After all, an Israelite’s land was more than personal property—it was his God-given gift.[2] For this younger son to ask for his share of an inheritance is already a great breech of cultural protocol, but he takes it even farther—he sells the land. He sells his portion of his family’s God-given land; he trades dirt under his nails for cash in his pocket and leaves his family for a foreign land. That isn’t how it’s supposed to go.
Now, fast-forward to the end of the story. The younger son has returned home after coming to his senses, and there’s a big “welcome home” party in his honor. Jesus tells us he “was in the field; and when he came and approached the house, he heard music and dancing.” This older brother, who for all intents and purposes has done everything the way he’s supposed to do by keeping his inheritance and honoring his father, “called one of the slaves and asked what was going on.” The slave tells him about his brother coming home and how his father rolled out the red carpet for him—even killing a fatted calf for the party. Well, as you can imagine, the older brother “became angry and refused to go in.” Then, “His father came out and began to plead with him. But he answered his father, ‘Listen! For all these years I have been working like a slave for you, and I have never disobeyed your command; yet you have never given me even a young goat so that I might celebrate with my friends. But when this son of yours came back, who has devoured your property with prostitutes, you killed the fatted calf for him!'” That isn’t how it’s supposed to go either.
The older brother is so angry about what he deems to be an unfair situation, that he doesn’t even address his father—he just begins an angry monologue declaring his perceived mistreatment. For a son to speak in such a way to his father—with such angry words and without so much as addressing him—was beyond disgraceful. Furthermore, to reject his father’s urging to come and join the celebration would have only added insult and shame.[3] That isn’t how it’s supposed to go. A son is supposed to obey his father. A son should rejoice with the rest of the family when his younger brother returns. A son should join in the celebration and make the family whole, but this son, this older son, decides to sit it out and pout about how unfair he’s being treated. That just isn’t how it’s supposed to go.
But you know, I suppose if one needed somebody to blame for all this, someone on whom to pin this string of contrary behaviors, the father in Jesus’ story is just the one. After all, when the younger son steps out of line, does this Ancient Near Eastern father do what his traditions and culture has told him is the right thing to do? Does he deny his son’s request and erase his name from the will? Does he put his youngest son in his place for such an act of shame and humiliation? No! He gives his son everything he wanted. In fact, Jesus says “he divided his property between them.” Even the oldest son got his inheritance early. That isn’t how it’s supposed to go. He should have made an example out of his youngest son. What’s more, Jesus tells us that after the youngest son decided to turn back and was on his way home, “while he was still far off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion; he ran and put his arms around him and kissed him.” No self-respecting man would run—especially dressed in his robes, and especially not after such a reprobate child![4] The father in Jesus’ parable not only runs out to meet his wayward son, but he literally “falls on his neck” and kisses him! He should have waited on the porch, and once his son reached the house, he should have given him what-for; he should have ran him off, told him he was no longer a son after the way he behaved—but that isn’t what the father in Jesus’ parable does. He welcomes back his repentant son, the one who had boldly defied his father and practically spat in his face. That isn’t how it’s supposed to go.
Then there’s the way the father in Jesus’ story treats the oldest son. When his oldest son is absent from the party, he makes a repeated effort to have his son join the celebration. A father shouldn’t have to ask his son more than once to obey his request. A father should expect his oldest son to extend the same feelings of reconciliation. A father shouldn’t have to march out to the field and beg his oldest son to join in, but this father does.[5] That isn’t how a father is supposed to act. That isn’t how it’s all supposed to go.  
I can imagine the looks on the faces of those tax collectors and sinners as they were coming near to listen to this story from Jesus. I can imagine their lives were products of what happens when things don’t go the way they’re supposed to go. After all, the Pharisees and the scribes that were also there “were grumbling and saying, ‘This fellow welcomes sinners and eats with them.’" That’s not the way things are supposed to go; sinners shouldn’t eat with good, law-abiding Jews. Tax collectors—practically traitors working for the Roman Empire, collecting taxes from their Jewish brothers and sisters—shouldn’t have a place at the table with real Jews. I can imagine the faces of those Pharisees and scribes as Jesus told this story: they probably weren’t sure who to root for. Everyone in the story is doing things the wrong way; every character is going against custom and tradition—this just isn’t the way it’s supposed to go. If these Pharisees and scribes had it their way, the father would have disowned the youngest son when he had the chance and the older son would have continued to work hard and obey his father, never stepping a toe out of line!
Perhaps that’s how we’d tell the story too. After all, it’s a bit brash for a young son to ask for his inheritance from his still-living father, to practically wish he was dead. It would be within his right to disown his son or, at the very least, discipline him. If that had happened, there would have been no conflict with the older son, no need to break from what is normal and right to beg him to join the party. If the father had just done what was right and fair in the first place, he wouldn’t have had to make a fool of himself running after his youngest son in his robes. If things had just gone the way they’re supposed to go…but you know, grace doesn’t always go the way things are supposed to go.
You see, just as the father in Jesus’ parable graciously goes out of his way to show his love and care for his sons, Jesus eats with sinners and tax collectors. Just as the father in Jesus’ parable seems foolish for running after his prodigal son, so does Christ seem foolish for dying upon a cross. But as the Apostle Paul said, “God chose what is foolish in the world to shame the wise; God chose what is weak in the world to shame the strong.”[6] Everything about this parable isn’t the way it’s supposed to go, but then again, everything about grace—God’s grace—isn’t the way it’s supposed to go.
When we run headlong in the opposite direction, away from God, we deserve whatever mess we get ourselves into. We deserve to be cut off, denied our inheritance. Whenever we refuse to acknowledge someone as our brother or sister because of who they are, what they’ve done, the color of their skin, the language they speak, who the love, the size of their bank accounts, or even their last name, we deserve to be cut off, rebuked, and disciplined for our selfishness. That’s how it’s supposed to go, but thanks be to God that isn’t how grace is supposed to go. For God’s grace says we are welcomed when we turn back to God. Grace says we’ve been given the divine privilege to be reconciled to God and to one another. Whether you can identify with the younger son or his older brother, God the Father offers grace enough to welcome you home, grace enough to reconcile you to himself and to all of God’s people.
Sure, we may hate it when things don’t go the way they’re supposed to go, but praise God for grace. God offers us grace when we don’t go the way we’re supposed to go. God offers us grace through his son Jesus, grace that welcomes us home, grace that reconciles us to each other, grace that sees past how we so often go the way we’re not supposed to go. May you come to yourself this morning and realize that God is waiting for you to come home. May you who have worked in the field faithfully for so long realize that God is welcoming home those who you may find unfit to call brother or sister, and may you be reconciled even to them. Today, may we all realize that God offers us grace we don’t deserve, so that we may call him Father and he may call us his children. May you respond today to the God who is waiting for you to come home and be reconciled.
Let us pray…
Eternal God, our heavenly Father, help us to see how we have gone the way we’re not supposed to go. Holy Spirit, convict us so that we may come to ourselves and come running back to you, Lord Jesus, give us the strength to see our sins, repent of them, and be reconciled this day to you and each other. In your name we pray. Amen.



[1] Mark Strauss, Zondervan Illustrated Bible Backgrounds Commentary: Luke. Zondervan: Grand Rapids, MI (2002). p. 447
[2] Leslie J. Hoppe, Feasting on the Word, “Fourth Sunday in Lent: Luke 15:1-3, 11b-32.” Westminster John Knox Press: Louisville, KY (2009). p. 119
[3] Darrel L. Bock, Baker Exegetical Commentary on the New Testament: Luke. Baker Academic: Grand Rapids, MI (1996). p. 1318
[4] Leslie J. Hoppe, Feasting on the Word, “Fourth Sunday in Lent: Luke 15:1-3, 11b-32.” Westminster John Knox Press: Louisville, KY (2009). p. 119
[5] Darrel L. Bock, Baker Exegetical Commentary on the New Testament: Luke. Baker Academic: Grand Rapids, MI (1996). p. 1317
[6] 1 Corinthians 1:17

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

A Waste of Dirt (Third Sunday in Lent)

Luke 13:1-9
1 At that very time there were some present who told him about the Galileans whose blood Pilate had mingled with their sacrifices. 2 He asked them, "Do you think that because these Galileans suffered in this way they were worse sinners than all other Galileans? 3 No, I tell you; but unless you repent, you will all perish as they did. 4 Or 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? 5 No, I tell you; but unless you repent, you will all perish just as they did." 6 Then he told this parable: "A man had a fig tree planted in his vineyard; and he came looking for fruit on it and found none. 7 So 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?' 8 He replied, "Sir, let it alone for one more year, until I dig around it and put manure on it. 9 If it bears fruit next year, well and good; but if not, you can cut it down.' "

            Six years ago this past Friday I was sitting beside the hospital bed of a total stranger. I was spending the semester as a chaplain at Hillcrest Baptist Hospital in Waco, and it was my last visit for the day. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, and out of common courtesy and common sense, I ignored it. I left the patient’s bedside after prayer and reported to the room where our class of chaplains debriefed before being dismissed for the day. I walked out the sliding doors at the front of the hospital, across the road, and through the parking lot before I realized I still had a missed call and (as it turned out) a voicemail on my phone. It was my friend Chris, his voice laced with an odd tone of concern: “I just wanted to call and see if you had heard anything from your family. Are they ok?”
As you can imagine, I was bit confused. Why was he asking about my family? Did he know something I didn’t know? I decided I’d call him back when I got to the seminary (I had a class that night), so when I sat my books down on the table in the classroom I pulled my phone out and called Chris. Before I could even ask why he had left such a strange message, he asked, “How is everyone?” “About the same I guess,” I said “why do you ask?” He said, “You mean you don’t know?” By this point I knew something wasn’t right, so I asked, “What’s going on?” Chris proceeded to tell me that an EF4 tornado had ripped through my hometown of Enterprise earlier that day (I assume it was while I was making my rounds in the hospital) and it was all over the news that the tornado had hit the high school and a number of students had been killed in the destruction. I told him I’d have to call him back, and I ran out into the common area at the end of the hall where three computers were set up on a counter along the wall. I Googled the words “Enterprise tornado,” and there on the screen in front of me were images of what used to be my high school.
I called my parents (who both live in trailers but were fortunately well out of harm’s way) and then I called my friend Steve. Steve is the auto-mechanics teacher at Enterprise High School. When Steve answered his cell phone, his voice told me he had been screaming, crying, or likely some combination of both. He only had a few seconds to talk, but I remember him distinctly asking me to pray; “Pray, Chris.” That’s all I really remember him telling me. The news came later that evening: eight students and one elderly resident died that day.
            In the days that followed, people in Enterprise began trying to put their lives back together…and they began asking questions. “Why did this happen? Could this have been prevented if we released the kids earlier that day, or would they have been caught in the storm while riding the bus? Was there a better place for those students to take shelter? What can we do to make sure this doesn’t happen again?” Of course, in the wake of such tragedy and destruction we search for answers and try to imagine alternatives to reality; we want to be sure we do everything within our power to avoid such devastation again.
            Perhaps it was with that same drive, the drive to avoid a repeat of danger, that Luke tells us, “At that very time there were some present who told [Jesus] about the Galileans whose blood Pilate had mingled with their sacrifices.” Now, there’s no evidence of such an incident outside of Luke’s gospel, but that doesn’t mean that it wasn’t in Pilate’s wheelhouse of tyranny. History tells us Pilate had several similar episodes during his reign, so the likelihood that he actually committed such a slaughter involving Galileans and their sacrifices is great.[1] But why did this group decide to bring this up to Jesus now? Back in chapter 9, verse 51 Luke tells us “When the days drew near for him to be taken up, [Jesus] set his face to go to Jerusalem.” In other words, at that point in Luke’s narrative it became clear that Jesus is determined to go to Jerusalem, a place where he would face death. Perhaps these particular members of the crowd have caught on and so they approach Jesus, telling him about the slaughter of these Galileans (perhaps even these folks are from Galilee themselves) in order to prevent a second such slaughter. Jesus, however, doesn’t seem to so much as flinch at the news or the notion that a similar fate might be in store for him and his followers.
            In fact, after he is approached by such a concern, Jesus counters with another story of tragedy in verse 4 when he asks about the eighteen killed when the tower at Siloam collapsed. Again, there’s no evidence of such an incident outside of Luke’s narrative, but that doesn’t make it any less true—remember, this is two thousand years ago; there aren’t exactly a great deal of building inspections or maintenance regulations, so the collapse of a tower or even the scaffolding used to construct or repair it is extremely likely.[2] Jesus’ point in responding to their concern about Pilate and the possible recurrence of disaster is clear when he asks in verses 2 and  4 “Do you think these who died by the hand of Pilate or in Siloam were any less righteous than the rest of the people in Jerusalem?” His answer in both instances is nearly identical in verses 3 and 5: “No, I tell you; but unless you repent, you will all perish just as they did." There was nothing necessarily evil or sinister about those who died in Pilate’s slaughter or in the accident at Siloam. With those words Jesus shattered a commonly held belief that untimely death or tragedy was the result of sin.[3]
            Of course, that is still a commonly held belief today, for it wasn’t long after Hurricane Katrina ravaged New Orleans that “the great” Pat Robertson took to the airwaves to tell his nearly one million 700 Club viewers that the hurricane was part of God’s judgment on America for legalized abortion. Hal Lindsey (author of The Late Great Planet Earth) pronounced Katrina as the beginning of God’s judgment on America as well, and Chuck Colson believed it was God’s way of calling our attention back to our nation’s lack of preparation for terrorist attacks![4] The even sadder truth is that these three men were not alone in such theological assumptions, but Jesus tears down their misguided theories with the same words he speaks to dismiss the fears of those who spoke up from the crowd: “Were they any worse than you, than us? “No, I tell you; but unless you repent, you will all perish just as they did." Those aren’t exactly words of comfort are they? “No, they weren’t any less righteous than you, but you’ll still die just like them unless you repent.”
            Now, what do you suppose Jesus meant by that? Surely Jesus wasn’t trying to suggest to them (and to us) that if one simply repents, he or she won’t have to worry about dying at the hands of a madman or in some tragic accident? That surely isn’t the suggestions of a loving God who weeps for the loss of twenty innocent children and six of their teachers at the hands of an armed and unstable young man. That isn’t the suggestions of a Christ whose heart no doubt broke at the loss and devastation caused by an earthquake in Hait—a country already known as the poorest country in the Western hemisphere. So surely Jesus isn’t implying that they’ll avoid such a death; in fact, later on it will seem as if Jesus implies that they will indeed die by the hands of persecutors if they decide to follow him. So what did Jesus mean when he said, “unless you repent, you will all perish just as they did”? Perhaps there is an answer in the little parable Jesus tells them in verses 6-9 of our text: "A man had a fig tree planted in his vineyard; and he came looking for fruit on it and found none. So 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?' He replied, ‘Sir, let it alone for one more year, until I dig around it and put manure on it. If it bears fruit next year, well and good; but if not, you can cut it down.' "
            It would’ve been a common experience in their day: an owner of a vineyard would have left a steward in charge while he attended to other business, then after three years (about the time it takes for grapes to begin producing), he would have returned to see how the vineyard was coming along. It wasn’t uncommon to plant fig trees and the like along with the grapevines, but when the owner returns and finds that the fig tree (which should have produced fruit for three years) is barren, he instructs his gardener to chop it down. After all, there’s no use in wasting good soil on a tree that doesn’t produce any fruit.[5] The gardener, however, wants to give the tree one last chance, so the owner of the vineyard makes a deal with him: he can try to revive the tree, but if there are no figs next year, it’s coming down! Now what do you suppose such a story has to do with tragedy and repentance?
            Imagine what must be going on in the minds of those who are following Jesus on his journey towards Jerusalem. They know there’s a great possibility of danger there: they could be stopped and killed by the Roman authorities who will stop at nothing to keep the peace and control their citizens; they could be harassed by the religious authorities who are angry and annoyed by Jesus’ teachings; even if they could manage to avoid all that, there’s still a chance some part of that ancient city might just collapse on them! Danger and death seemed inevitable in Jerusalem, and they just wanted to avoid it, to prolong their lives as long as they could.
Don’t we do the same? Don’t we try to avoid danger whenever we are aware of its presence? Don’t we try to prolong our lives by whatever means we can? No one in their right mind lunges headlong into the path of destruction if they hold the power to avoid it. No one wants to die when life is an option—especially a long life. No one wants to be cut down when they are healthy and alive with many years ahead of them. Maybe the gardener in Jesus’ parable had that same feeling about the fig tree: it was a young tree, with plenty of years of growth ahead of it. Perhaps he hated to see it cut down so soon. But what use is a fig tree—young or old—if it never bears any figs?
Maybe that’s the point of this little parable from Jesus. Maybe that’s what he meant when he said, “unless you repent, you will all perish just as they did." Maybe this isn’t a call to repentance in order to avoid physical death, but a call to bear fruit! You see, whether it’s a politically orchestrated massacre, an accident in ancient architecture, a natural disaster, a head-on collision on I-20, cancer, or even old age, we will all one day die. To paraphrase what is perhaps the best sketch from the best comedy troupe in human history, one day “we will stop pining, we’ll pass on. We will be no more. We will cease to be…expire and go to meet our maker…we will be bereft of life, pushing up the daisies…ring down the curtain and join the choir invisible!”[6] Death is unavoidable, yet that doesn’t mean we should run and hide from it, hoping to stave it off as long as we can.
Jesus says “unless you repent, you will all perish just as they did” as a call to each one who desires to follow him, who calls on his name, to turn from a life of sin and mere existence, towards a life of brave faith and fruitfulness. His parable illustrates the point so well, for we can exist like a fruitless fig tree—growing taller, wider, and simply existing, yet serving no purpose, bearing no fruit—or we can repent and begin living, unafraid of danger and death as we bear fruit for the Kingdom of God.
On this side of eternity, we can chose to exist, caring only for ourselves, preserving our way of life, our comfort. We can choose to avoid danger and discomfort for the sake of prolonging our lives and our luxuries. We can exist and grow as we breathe, eat, and age, but in the end we won’t be any better than a fruitless fig tree—just a waste of dirt! But there is another way; we can choose to live, to turn away from a life of mere existence, to repent of our sins of self-satisfaction and self-preservation. We can repent and let go of our fears of discomfort, danger, and death. We can choose this day to repent of our sins, take up our cross, and follow Christ—even into harm’s way. For when we repent of our sins we are not suddenly made invincible to the realities of tragedy and biology; when we repent, we begin to bear fruit in the garden of God’s kingdom.
So, as we draw ever closer to Jerusalem, to danger, to death, on this journey with Christ, will you repent? Will you let go of whatever is holding you back from joining Christ and his Church in his kingdom’s work and begin boldly bearing fruit? Or will you cling tightly to your comfortable existence and continue to be—like a fruitless fig tree—little more than a waste of dirt?
Let us pray…



[1] Darrel L. Bock, Baker Exegetical Commentary on the New Testament: Luke. Baker Academic: Grand Rapids, MI (1996). p. 1205
[2] Leslie J. Hoppe, Feasting on the Word, “Third Sunday in Lent: Luke 13:1-9.” Westminster John Knox Press: Louisville, KY (2009). p. 95
[3] Michael B. Curry, Feasting on the Word, “Third Sunday in Lent: Luke 13:1-9.” Westminster John Knox Press: Louisville, KY (2009). p. 93-97
[5] N.T. Wrght, Luke for Everyone. Westminster John Knox Press: Louisville, KY (2004). p.163
[6] From Monty Python’s Flying Circus. You can watch the sketch here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=npjOSLCR2hE