Thursday, December 17, 2015

"What Should We Do?" (Third Sunday of Advent)

Luke 3:7-18
7 John said to the crowds that came out to be baptized by him, "You brood of vipers! Who warned you to flee from the wrath to come? 8 Bear fruits worthy of repentance. Do not begin to say to yourselves, "We have Abraham as our ancestor'; for I tell you, God is able from these stones to raise up children to Abraham. 9 Even now the ax is lying at the root of the trees; every tree therefore that does not bear good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire." 10 And the crowds asked him, "What then should we do?" 11 In reply he said to them, "Whoever has two coats must share with anyone who has none; and whoever has food must do likewise." 12 Even tax collectors came to be baptized, and they asked him, "Teacher, what should we do?" 13 He said to them, "Collect no more than the amount prescribed for you." 14 Soldiers also asked him, "And we, what should we do?" He said to them, "Do not extort money from anyone by threats or false accusation, and be satisfied with your wages." 15 As the people were filled with expectation, and all were questioning in their hearts concerning John, whether he might be the Messiah, 16 John answered all of them by saying, "I baptize you with water; but one who is more powerful than I is coming; I am not worthy to untie the thong of his sandals. He will baptize you with the Holy Spirit and fire. 17 His winnowing fork is in his hand, to clear his threshing floor and to gather the wheat into his granary; but the chaff he will burn with unquenchable fire." 18 So, with many other exhortations, he proclaimed the good news to the people.

Whenever I read about John the Baptist I cannot help but ask myself, “What was it about John that brought folks out to see and hear him?” I mean, think about it, there’s no way John makes it today as a preacher: he doesn’t dress very well (camel’s hair and leather belts went out in the B.C.’s), he’s got shaggy hair and an unkempt beard with bits of his strange breakfast stuck in it (which is crazy since he’s standing out in the middle of a river—you think he’d take the time to splash his face and slick back his hair with some of that water he’s dunking folks in!). Then there’s his message and presentation style: John isn’t exactly encouraging, doesn’t have what you might call a “bubbly personality.” He doesn’t tell jokes, he doesn’t rattle of memory verses, he doesn’t tell compelling stories, and he shouts—even calls people snakes! I mean, come on! Why are there crowds of people hanging around listening to him, crowds of people being baptized by him when he would be asked to leave, tone it down, or hush up altogether if he was preaching today? I have to tell you, I don’t get it, so I have to ask, “Why?”
Were people just curious about what was going on out in the wilderness? After all, John was a bit odd even for his day. Maybe people just wanted to see this site they had heard about: “Yeah, there this guy out in the Jordan River called John, and man, he’s got folks stirred up. They say he’s something else, whooping and hollering, dunking folks in the river telling them their sins are forgiven. You want to go check it out?” I’m sure there were some folks who just had to see the site of John for themselves; hearsay wasn’t enough. They wanted to experience this thing firsthand. So, maybe folks were gathering at the Jordan out of curiosity, to see this strange fellow they had heard about from folks talking in town.
Then again, there really wasn’t a whole lot going on in those days to capture one’s attention. There were no daytime soaps, no gameshows, or “news” channels (after all, there was no electricity, never mind televisions). There wasn’t much in the way of distraction for the common folks of Judea, nothing really in the realm of “affordable entertainment,” so I can imagine folks standing around: “Hey Earl. What’re you up to this afternoon?” “Well, I thought I’d watch the sand dry. What about you?” “Well, I thought I’d see how long I could hold my breath again. You want to do something different, go see what this John the Baptist business is all about down at the Jordan?” “Sure, why not?” Maybe it was pure boredom that drew people to the Jordan. After all, there was a day when there wasn’t anything going on on Sundays, so folks showed up at the meeting house because they had nothing better to do (no games on TV, no practices to take the kids to, no brunch deals at the café in town). Perhaps folks just needed something to pass the time, and John was better than staring at the sun.
But curiosity and boredom won’t keep the attention of many people. Curiosity can be quenched by the site of whatever it is that causes the interest, and boredom is seeking entertainment or distraction, but John wasn’t an entertainer and he was more than a distraction. So what was it then that brought so many out to the wilderness, out to hear John? Maybe they were seeking something; maybe they were seeking an answer. Perhaps they were folks looking for something they couldn’t find on the display tables in the market. Maybe they were folks looking for more than just another fad, another “get-right-quick” scheme. Is it possible that the folks who came out to be baptized by John in the wilderness had questions that couldn’t be so easily answered by the same institutions that had always promised to have the answer to every question? Could it be that we can come to a place in our lives where we have questions that cannot be answered by the same, old, once-reliable methods that brought us this far?
Whatever questions, whatever inquiries brought these crowds out into the wilderness, John doesn’t exactly greet them with words of good tidings: "You brood of vipers! Who warned you to flee from the wrath to come? Bear fruits worthy of repentance. Do not begin to say to yourselves, ‘We have Abraham as our ancestor'; for I tell you, God is able from these stones to raise up children to Abraham. Even now the ax is lying at the root of the trees; every tree therefore that does not bear good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire." I can’t help but imagine there were more than a few folks who turned around and went home, but those who stayed, those who listened to John’s words, heard him call them out. John called them out of their previously comfortable way of thinking about religion as an inherited system of rules and laws, of “dos and don’ts,” of family heritage. See, John calls them out of their way of thinking that everything was fine so long as they could open the family Bible and trace their heritage back to Abraham—the one God had made a covenant with way back in the Old Testament. John calls them out to a life that “bears fruit worthy of repentance,” especially after so many of them likely came down to the Jordan believing John’s baptism was a “quick fix” for their religious woes. It’s only after this fiery welcome from John, only after this calling out, that the folks in the crowds start to reveal why they are there in the first place. They have a question: "What then should we do?"
It’s a fitting question to ask the Baptizer, to ask any preacher who simply shouts at the congregation to “get right with the Lord!” It’s the question one asks when they’re most helpless, because it’s a question we all ask when we simply don’t know what to do—and we hate not knowing what to do. Of course, you and I live in an era when, if we don’t know what to do, we can simply Google it. We can pull out our phones, ask Siri how to tie a full Windsor knot, search Google for the way to properly plunge a clogged commode, we can even get step-by-step instructions on how to build a moonshine still (not that any of you would be interested in that). It seems we’ve all but eradicated the need to ask “What should we do?” Yet, there are still those instances in life, those deep, spiritual corners of existence, when Google can’t seem to give us the right answer, when Siri lets us down, when there doesn’t seem to be a video tutorial or a .pdf of easy-to-use instructions. When we face those times in our lives, those times when we (like those in the crowd at the Jordan) ask, “What should we do?” I think we secretly hope that we already know the answer.
We hope for a “religious” answer. You know, when the world seems dark, when life seems to be hitting a rough spot, when we can’t sleep at night, when the stress seems almost too much, or when we simply want to know how to be a so-called “better Christian,” we hope the answer to “What should we do?” will be a religious one. “Just pray more…read your Bible more…go to church more…” I think we secretly hope for answers like that. I think we hope for answers like that because they at least make some kind of sense to us. It makes sense to us that if we want to get on God’s good side we should do more of those things that sound “churchy” and maybe do less of those things that don’t sound so “churchy.” But what about when we do all of those sorts of things and it doesn’t help? What about when we do all of those things already or when they don’t seem to be enough (because, truthfully, they aren’t enough)? What then?
When we ask “What should I do?” and the usual, churchy answers aren’t enough, it seems most folks fall back to looking for easy, “quick-fix” answers. Too often, people approach faith the same way they approach losing weight or making money: they’re after an easy-to-follow, step-by-step guide that is hopefully not too intense and won’t ask too much of them. We ask, “What should we do?” and we expect answers like: “If you can do this one thing for ten minutes every day…with these ten easy steps you’ll have a happier, more fulfilling life…if you can change just one thing about your daily routine, it should be this…”  We want “click-bait” answers, solutions that draw us in because they sound catchy, because they’re clearly outlined and presented to us. Truth be told, I think one of the reasons we like these sorts of answers too is because if they don’t work, we can always blame the one who came up with them (of course, they can in turn blame us foe not doing them the way they prescribed). We like systematized, neat, organized answers to life’s hard questions, but then again, sometimes I think we like it if there’s no answer at all!
Think about it: how many times have you told yourself or someone else, or had someone else tell you, “Just be patient, it’ll all blow over?” Or how many times have you thought to yourself, “This isn’t really my problem; it’s up to someone else to fix it?” I know some of you have said or thought, “Well, there’s really nothing to do because this is all a part of God’s plan anyhow.” When we ask, “What should we do?” sometimes we hope the answer is “nothing,” that the best thing to do is leave everything alone and hope for the best, to “let sleeping dogs lie,” because, after all, we might wind up making things worse!
“What should we do?” we ask when faced with the great mysteries of faith, and so often we want answers that fit our preconceptions, answers that fit neatly into religious categories, answers that are easy to follow, or answers that require us to do nothing. The truth, however, is that the answer to that very question is one that is not so easy, and that means it’s an answer we seldom (if ever) want to hear.
Three times, we hear that very question from those in the crowds by the Jordan, and three times John gives them very real answers in verses 10-14: “And the crowds asked him, ‘What then should we do?’ In reply he said to them, ‘Whoever has two coats must share with anyone who has none; and whoever has food must do likewise.’”  This isn’t even Sunday School stuff—this is regular, old, pre-school sharing! “Even tax collectors came to be baptized, and they asked him, ‘Teacher, what should we do?’ He said to them, ‘Collect no more than the amount prescribed for you.’”  John tells these tax collectors to simply do their jobs of collecting the taxes without extorting more from folks, which was the way many tax collectors made their livings, the way many of them made a comfortable living and were despised by so many. “Soldiers also asked him, ‘And we, what should we do?’ He said to them, ‘Do not extort money from anyone by threats or false accusation, and be satisfied with your wages.’” Soldiers used their positions of power, their intimidating place in society in order to threaten others and blackmail them into giving them money. John calls them out on their abuses of power and calls them to a life in stark contrast to what they had been so used to, what they had considered to be proper and normal.
You see, when these from the crowd ask John, “What should we do?” he doesn’t respond with a churchy answer, nor does he give them some prescriptive answer for securing their personal comfort, nor does he let them off the hook by proclaiming the inevitability of what is to come. No, John in essence tells them they have to reshape their lives! They must reorient their lives to think less of themselves, to want less, to think more of others and how they may show compassion to others. When John speaks of the ax already lying at the roots of the trees, we like to think that’s a metaphor for those people who aren’t “saved,” those people who aren’t like us, those people who haven’t been dunked in the water. But what if John is speaking of the ways that God is purging our lives of those selfish desires that keep us from loving God and each other? What if the winnowing fork in the coming Christ’s hand isn’t a tool meant to cast souls into hell, but an instrument of refinement, meant to toss our selfishness, our egos, and our personal comfort into wind, into God’s cleansing fire of compassion?
What should we do? It’s easy to boil it all down to a few steps isn’t it? To say we have to pray this prayer, walk this aisle, be baptized a certain way, go to this many services, read this translation of the Bible, don’t do this handful of things or associate with these kinds of folks, make some kind of stand on certain issues, and then, when that day arrives, when Jesus shows up, you can tell him you followed all the rules and you told others they had better follow those rules too, and Jesus will pat you on the back, say you kept out of trouble, kept your nose clean and now you’ll get that plot of paradise you’ve been waiting on. But here’s the thing, if following Jesus doesn’t change something deep within you, if it doesn’t compel you to let go of yourself, to share with others, to seek justice, to change the world, to love God and your neighbors more, then are you really following Jesus, or are you still trying to find those easier answers to the question, “What should we do?”

This Advent, as we look forward to the birth of Christ in Bethlehem, and his return in the coming future, let us strive to show love to one another, to answer the question, “What should we do?” by the way with live our lives, and may our answer be one of unconditional, Christ-filled love. Amen. 

"Giving Light" (Second Sunday of Advent)

Luke 1:68-79
68 "Blessed be the Lord God of Israel, for he has looked favorably on his people and redeemed them. 69 He has raised up a mighty savior for us in the house of his servant David, 70 as he spoke through the mouth of his holy prophets from of old, 71 that we would be saved from our enemies and from the hand of all who hate us. 72 Thus he has shown the mercy promised to our ancestors, and has remembered his holy covenant, 73 the oath that he swore to our ancestor Abraham, to grant us 74 that we, being rescued from the hands of our enemies, might serve him without fear, 75 in holiness and righteousness before him all our days. 76 And you, child, will be called the prophet of the Most High; for you will go before the Lord to prepare his ways, 77 to give knowledge of salvation to his people by the forgiveness of their sins. 78 By the tender mercy of our God, the dawn from on high will break upon us, 79 to give light to those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death, to guide our feet into the way of peace."

            On this second Sunday of Advent, we reflect on the theme of peace—and boy, do we need it now! With more news of more mass shootings, with more news of more suicide bombers, with more news of politicians slinging mud at each other, and with more news of vitriolic disagreement between those of differing opinions on what to do about all of it, we need to hear a word about peace. Actually, we need more than just a word; we need peace itself.
Unfortunately, peace, it seems, has been the exception rather than the rule throughout human existence. Sure it seems that we live in an especially chaotic and troublesome time, but the truth is that in the 3,400 years of recorded history there have only been 268 scattered years of what we might call peace. What that means is that throughout the history of humankind only 268 years were without war or major conflict, and it probably goes without saying that most of those years were spread out over history. Only 8% of human history has been spent in relative peace.[1] Even in a time when one would think that we as a species would have come to understand the futility of war and the ways in which it robs us of our humanity, wars still rage on. Some wars are fought in more technologically advanced and precise ways, while others are fought in more primitive and random ways. It seems war and violence are an inevitable part of the human experience…at least for now, because now we need peace.
            Peace seems so difficult to us, I suppose, because we believe that while we want it, others do not. There are those in this world who are indeed enemies of peace, those who wish to see the world wrapped in war. They wish to see the world with people of differing nations, races, and creeds killing each other over those very differences, bringing harm and terror to those who would otherwise seek to live in peace with one another. While I won’t point fingers or name names (it seems most folks prefer to do that on social media these days anyhow), I do think that those of us who follow the babe born in Bethlehem ought to heed the words of a familiar song we sing every year about this time: “Let there be peace on earth/And let it begin with me./Let there be peace on earth/The peace that was meant to be./With God as our Father/Brothers all are we./Let me walk with my brother/In perfect harmony.” Of course, letting peace begin with me means I need to take an active part in peace, to understand that peace is not merely the absence of conflict and noise but the presence of the Spirit of God.
            I suppose for many of us, peace may be defined that way, as the absence of something (war, violence, noise), and for those of us submerged in a world full of distractions and noise, it’s appealing to think of peace as the absence of all of that, to think of peace as a pause in the chaos, an oasis in the midst of life’s stress, a silent retreat from the cacophony of the world. I suppose one could define peace that way—as silence—unless one has something to say, unless you have something that needs to be said. Then, silence can be the very antithesis of peace.
            I can’t help but think that was how Zechariah felt. Luke tells us that Zechariah (a priest in the temple) and his wife, Elizabeth (a descendant herself of the priestly line of Aaron), were both “living blamelessly according to all the commandments and regulations of the Lord. But they had no children, because Elizabeth was barren, and both were getting on in years [which is Luke’s nice, biblical way of saying they were old!]” (Luke 1:6-7). Luke goes on to tell us that one day, while Zechariah was serving as a priest before the Lord, he entered the sanctuary of the temple to offer incense (as was the custom). While Zechariah was in the sanctuary, an angel (a messenger) from God named Gabriel appeared to tell him that his wife Elizabeth (remember, the one who was barren and way too old to get pregnant?) was with child, and Zechariah was to name him John.
This is a page right out of the Old Testament, right? An old couple, blameless before God, who wanted to have children (as everyone did then) but couldn’t have them, are now told in their old age—by a messenger from God, no less—that they’re expecting. Zechariah was a priest, not a dumb man by any stretch of the imagination, and though he no doubt knew the story of Abraham and Sarah and others like it, he knew himself, and he knew his wife, and he knew that things just didn’t add up, so he asked Gabriel, “How am I going to know that what you say is really so?” (Luke 1:18, my paraphrase). But because he doubted the angel’s words, Zechariah was struck mute until the day his son John was to be born (perhaps his wife Elizabeth thought to herself, “Finally I have some peace around the house without Zach always blabbing about what happened today at the temple!”). There may have been silence from Zechariah, but it wasn’t peace, because Zechariah had something to say.
See, too often we assume peace means quiet, that peace means not rocking the boat, not saying what ought to be said for the sake of keeping calm, not doing what ought to be done because it may prove to be too difficult to navigate while trying to keep things held together. So we bite our tongues, sit on our hands, try to smooth things over or wait things out, all the while there’s something that needs to be said, something that needs to be proclaimed, something that needs to be done. While Zechariah may have been silenced by an angel because of his doubt, at times we can simply silence ourselves because of our own doubts, our own uncertainties and insecurities. Deep within our hearts, we know the right thing to do, the right thing to say, yet pride, comfort, or fear too often chokes our words and paralyzes our limbs. We may be afraid that others will disagree with us, that others will think we’re stupid, or perhaps worst of all, that we might fail. However, when we let go of that fear, when we put our trust in the One who calls us to difficult tasks and a prophetic life, when we say what we know is right and do what we believe to be God’s will peace can begin with us.
The words we’ve read from Holy Scripture this morning are the first recorded words Zechariah speaks after John is born. They are words of prophecy—a prophetic song sung by the one who had just so recently been unable to speak. The Benedictus (as it is called from the first word of the song in Latin) is a song that praises God for the ways in which he has delivered his people, the ways God has saved us all in order that we might freely serve God without fear. They are words that sing of God’s tender mercy, of God’s forgiveness of sins. They are words that sing of John’s role in this plan of God’s. Yet the words that speak the most to me on this second Sunday of Advent are Zechariah’s words in verses 78 and 79: “By the tender mercy of our God, the dawn from on high will break [has broken] upon us, to give light to those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death, to guide our feet into the way of peace." Zechariah sings of God’s tender mercy breaking into the world, and this mercy will bring hope as it brings light to the darkness, a light which will guide us in the way of peace.
When Zechariah breaks his silence, disrupts the quiet with his song, it’s a prophetic proclamation of God’s forgiveness of sins and the in-breaking of God’s kingdom into the world. It’s an announcement declaring that darkness can begin counting the days, for it will be driven out by the light of God’s love. It is a song that sings of the beginning of peace on earth…and we want to join in Zechariah’s chorus to sing “…and let it begin with me.” But how does peace begin with me? With the dawn of God’s tender mercy breaking from on high to guide our feet into the way of peace, how do we walk in that way of peace which is set before us? Because we need peace now, the world needs peace now, and we are called to be bearers of that peace.
The Catholic priest and theologian Hans Küng said in 2005 at the opening of the Exhibit on the World’s Religions at Santa Clara University: “There will be no peace among the nations without peace among the religions. There will be no peace among the religions without dialogue among the religions.”[2] Now, while I believe Küng is absolutely right, I also believe there will be no peace among the nations until there is peace among neighbors—and that’s how peace on earth begins with me, with you, with us.
Peace begins with us when we seek to be reconciled with those who’ve hurt us and those whom we have hurt. Peace begins with us when we proclaim the good news of God’s forgiveness as we forgive others. Peace begins with us as we bring the light of Christ’s love into those dark places in the world, the shadows where the hurting, outcast, rejected, refused, and lonely can be found. Peace begins with us when we realize that we may be part of the problem, when we resolve to listen more than we talk, to walk a mile in someone else’s shoes before casting judgement (something we shouldn’t be in the business of doing anyway!). Peace begins with me when I see you as the child of God you are, peace begins with you when you see me as the child of God I am, and when we all realize that we each and every one of us is fearfully and wonderfully made in the image of God and worthy of love, to love and be loved by each other and by God. There can’t be peace on earth until there’s peace among neighbors, so this Advent, as we draw closer to the cradle of our Lord, as we draw closer to the full arrival of his kingdom, let us seek to share the forgiveness and love of God in Christ with each other. Let us strive to bring light to those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death. Let us follow the light of Christ that leads us into the pathway of peace. Let there be peace on earth this Advent, and let it begin with me, with you, with all of us. Amen.

"King Jesus" (Reign of Christ)

John 18:33-37
33 Then Pilate entered the headquarters again, summoned Jesus, and asked him, "Are you the King of the Jews?" 34 Jesus answered, "Do you ask this on your own, or did others tell you about me?" 35 Pilate replied, "I am not a Jew, am I? Your own nation and the chief priests have handed you over to me. What have you done?" 36 Jesus answered, "My kingdom is not from this world. If my kingdom were from this world, my followers would be fighting to keep me from being handed over to the Jews. But as it is, my kingdom is not from here." 37 Pilate asked him, "So you are a king?" Jesus answered, "You say that I am a king. For this I was born, and for this I came into the world, to testify to the truth. Everyone who belongs to the truth listens to my voice."

            It’s a mask made of solid gold, inlaid with carnelian (a reddish semi-precious stone), lapis lazuli (a deep blue precious stone), turquoise-colored glass, and quartz. There are two golden serpents, poised to strike, perched on the forehead of a face that bears the expression of regality and youthful pride. The long, stylized beard that protrudes from his chin tells those who may see such a mask that the one beneath it was indeed one of importance, one whose power was so great it was believed to have extended even into the afterlife. Two scepters are crossed over his chest, further signs of power and royalty. It is the mask of the young king, Tutankhamun, better known as King Tut. His burial mask is so well-known that it is often the first image that comes to mind alongside the pyramids and the sphinx when one thinks of Egypt. The golden burial mask that bears the image of the boy king’s face, an image of power, pride, and a hint of arrogance—that’s the image of a king.
            Then there’s the engraving of the emperor Charlemagne the Great from around the year 800 A.D. The emperor is decked out in his royal armor, complete with golden inlays of fleur-de-lis and what looks like some sort of wild warbird. Across his shoulders is a cape of gold and red, clasped at his breast with a large ruby surrounded by other jewels. Atop his noble head is a grand, bejeweled crown; in his left hand he holds a golden scepter, and in his right hand he holds the Palatine Chapel, one of the architectural marvels that made up Charlemagne’s grand palace in what is now Germany. With his long hair and beard, his steady eyes, and confident expression, the armored, gold-plated, crown-wearing, scepter wielding emperor looks every bit the image of a king.
            Then there’s the lost painting of Hans Holbein the Younger of Henry VIII. While the actual painting itself was lost to a fire in 1698, there are copies that have helped to preserve this image of one of the most famous British monarchs. While there’s no sign of a crown, no throne, scepter, robes, or armor, it is plain to see that this is the image of a king. Henry stands with his feet apart, his ringed hands by his sides, and a dagger hanging from his belt. His clothes are clearly the clothes of the wealthy elite, the velvet hat atop his head a sign that he belongs to such a high class of people that he can cover his head with such luxury. Even the sleeves of his shirt seem to be covered with rubies and gold, the kind of uncomfortable and impractical garb that only a monarch would wear. The expression on his face is one of stern confidence, as if he was posing for the only portrait ever worthy of being hung on a castle wall or the altar of a cathedral. That’s the image of a king!
Then there’s the picture painted by the scene before us in Holy Scripture: the Roman-appointed governor in his authoritarian get-up, the comfortable robe, over which he may have been wearing a chest plate, a pleated kilt, and a scarlet robe. In his hands he held the power of the empire in this backwater province of Judea. Sure, the people could rule themselves, hold their own courts, continue worshipping their gods, just as long as they didn’t cross the Empire, and in that region of the world, the Empire was personified in the governor, the propraetor, the proconsul, in Pilate. To many in that time and place, Pilate was what a king looked like, clothed in the garb of the Romans, wielding the appointed power of the Caesar. Pilate, however, is not the one being asked if he’s a king. No, Pilate poses the question to the ragged Jew chained before him in the chambers of his headquarters.
"Are you the King of the Jews?" Pilate asks Jesus. “Was he a king?” There was no sign that his head and neck had ever been weighed down by the heft of a crown. There were no callouses caused by the ceaseless waving of a scepter. His skin was not fair, unburned by the sun, protected by the soft silk of a royal robe or the gilded plates of an emperor’s armor. His hair and beard were not well-trimmed, scented with palace perfumes; the soles of his feet were not protected from the harsh, Judean roads by the soft leather of a Roman’s sandals, nor did it appear he had ever been carried on a litter by his own servants. He was rough, likely smelled of dirt and sweat, his hair and beard were unkempt, his lip busted or his eye swollen from the blow he had taken from another the night before. He was more than likely exhausted from a sleepless night of prayer, arrest, and trial. He stood before the Roman governor—his political superior—and heard him ask, “Are you the King of the Jews?”
The conversation that follows is the most detailed version in the four gospels. Jesus answers Pilate’s question with another question in verse 34: "Do you ask this on your own, or did others tell you about me?" Pilate’s reply (frustratingly enough) is yet another question followed by yet another question still: "I am not a Jew, am I? Your own nation and the chief priests have handed you over to me. What have you done?" Then Jesus carries on with the conversation, but almost as if he’s having a completely different one: "My kingdom is not from this world. If my kingdom were from this world, my followers would be fighting to keep me from being handed over to the Jews. But as it is, my kingdom is not from here." My kingdom”? So Jesus is admitting to being a king here, right? That’s what Pilate asks him in verse 37:"So you are a king?" to which Jesus answered, "You say that I am a king. For this I was born, and for this I came into the world, to testify to the truth. Everyone who belongs to the truth listens to my voice."
Why won’t Jesus come right out and say “Yes, Pilate, I am a king. I am THE king. I am the king of kings and the Lord of lords. I am the Alpha and Omega, the First and the Last, the Sho-nuff, the Always has, Always been, and Always will be”? Why doesn’t Jesus come right out with it and demand to be set free, call for a crown, a robe, and a ride to his palace? Why does he say all of this stuff about having a kingdom that’s not of this world, a kingdom that doesn’t elicit violence from his followers, a kingdom that doesn’t demand defense?
On the one hand, I suppose it wouldn’t have done him any good. After all, Pilate may have just laughed in his face: him, a king? Shackled and road-worn? Pilate may have cut the conversation even shorter and had him released with a verdict of “not guilty by reason of insanity!” Then again, it could have sent Pilate into a panic: he was there in Judea at that time to keep the peace, to make sure things didn’t get out of hand during the Passover festival. For there to be some rabble rouser claiming to be the king who (at least at one time) had thousands of followers, that would have certainly meant trouble—the kind of trouble Pilate didn’t want. So if Jesus had just said he was a king, Pilate may have done whatever the Sanhedrin had asked just to keep the peace during the Passover. Then again, there may be another reason Jesus didn’t just come right out and say he was a king…at least not before he was sure Pilate understood one thing.
Pilate asked Jesus if he was a king. That is to say, Pilate asked Jesus if he was a ruler, one with the power over a kingdom of subjects, an army, a treasury, borders, flags, traditions, the power to threaten others with power. Was Jesus a king? Did he sport a crown, armor and a war horse? Was he the type of political power that gave easy answers to hard questions, who was willing to uphold the nobility at the expense of the commoner? Was he a monarch with the power to oppress those who stood in his way, to march legions into other nations and lands he wished to rule? Was he the kind of ruler who demanded loyalty and admiration from those in his kingdom? Was he really a king?
You know, that’s the kind of leader it seems so many like, isn’t it? The one in the tailored suit, with the lapel pin, the one with the tailored answers to propped-up questions, the one who “plays to the base,” the one who is emboldened by the prospect of power and control, the one whose eyes are set on a throne. It no longer matters if they’re called king, emperor, chancellor, or president, when we think of those people who rule, those who govern, they too often fit the description of one in power. So maybe—maybe—when Jesus doesn’t give Pilate an answer right away, when he first explains that his kingdom is not of this world, there’s a reason, and maybe that reason has everything to do with the reality that Jesus doesn’t fit our expectations of a king, of an emperor, of a president. Perhaps Jesus’ kingdom doesn’t fit our expectations of a kingdom—one of this world, one in which the rich always seem to get richer while the poor get poorer, one in which lines are drawn and fought over, one in which parties are picked and differences are declared irreconcilable.
Maybe Jesus isn’t so quick to confess his kingship to Pilate because he’s afraid we’ll over hear him and want to jump to conclusions, conclusions about thrones, castles, crowns, and power. That those of us who claim to be followers of Jesus, a part of his kingdom, will want to begin drawing lines, setting the boundaries for our own corner of the kingdom, a corner we believe we somehow deserve because we’ve earned it. Perhaps Jesus isn’t so quick to confess his own kingship because he knows what we’ll do with it, how we’ll mess it up, how we’ll misunderstand it. Because when we think of kings, we think of those who wield the power of an army to inflict pain and cause damage, not those who say “turn the other cheek…and when someone takes your cot give them your shirt too.” Because when we think of kings, we think of those who feast sumptuously at long tables in grand halls, not those who dine with prostitutes, lepers, and the poor sinners of this world. Because when we think about kings, we think of those who seek more for themselves, to have more money, more land, more power, not those who seek to give it all away. Because when we think of kings, we think of those who wear crowns of gold and sit upon polished thrones, not those whose heads are crowned with thorns and whose bodies hang upon a rugged cross.
Then again, that really is the thing about Jesus, isn’t it? We think things are one way, and he shows us that it’s really the other way around. When we think life is about getting what’s ours, about making ourselves comfortable, Jesus tells us to deny ourselves. When we think life is about safety, about surviving, Jesus tells us to take up our cross. When we think being an heir to the kingdom means long banquet tables with reserved seating, Jesus puts a table before us all and invites all who would to come and dine. When we think kingdoms are about thrones, crowns, and robes, Jesus shows us a cradle, a cup, bread, and a cross!
As we take from the King’s table set before us this morning, may we be reminded that we worship a king whose power isn’t found in the might of his army, the wealth of his treasury, or the vast borders of his dominion. We serve a king whose power is found in the inside-out, upside-down, unexpected, always-more, eternal, unending, unfailing, love for us all. We serve a king whose kingdom is so beautifully described in the words of James Russel Lowell:
I followed where they led,
and in a hovel rude,
with naught to fence the weather from His head
the King I sought for meekly stood;
a naked hungry child
clung round His gracious knee,
and a poor hunted slave looked up and smiled
to bless the smile that set him free;
new miracles I saw His presence do,
no more I knew the hovel bare and poor,
the gathered chips into a woodpile grew
the broken morsel swelled to goodly store.
I knelt and wept: my Christ no more I seek,
His throne is with the outcast and the weak.

“His throne is with the outcast and the weak.” Praise be to King Jesus! Amen.