Maundy Thursday - Meals with Meaning

John 13:1-17, 31-35

Now before the festival of the Passover, Jesus knew that his hour had come to depart from this world and go to the Father. Having loved his own who were in the world, he loved them to the end. The devil had already put it into the heart of Judas son of Simon Iscariot to betray him. And during supper Jesus, knowing that the Father had given all things into his hands, and that he had come from God and was going to God, got up from the table, took off his outer robe, and tied a towel around himself. Then he poured water into a basin and began to wash the disciples’ feet and to wipe them with the towel that was tied around him. He came to Simon Peter, who said to him, “Lord, are you going to wash my feet?” Jesus answered, “You do not know now what I am doing, but later you will understand.” Peter said to him, “You will never wash my feet.” Jesus answered, “Unless I wash you, you have no share with me.” Simon Peter said to him, “Lord, not my feet only but also my hands and my head!” Jesus said to him, “One who has bathed does not need to wash, except for the feet, but is entirely clean. And you are clean, though not all of you.” For he knew who was to betray him; for this reason he said, “Not all of you are clean.”

After he had washed their feet, had put on his robe, and had returned to the table, he said to them, “Do you know what I have done to you? You call me Teacher and Lord — and you are right, for that is what I am. So if I, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also ought to wash one another’s feet. For I have set you an example, that you also should do as I have done to you. Very truly, I tell you, servants are not greater than their master, nor are messengers greater than the one who sent them. If you know these things, you are blessed if you do them.

When he had gone out, Jesus said, “Now the Son of Man has been glorified, and God has been glorified in him. If God has been glorified in him, God will also glorify him in himself and will glorify him at once. Little children, I am with you only a little longer. You will look for me; and as I said to the Jews so now I say to you, ‘Where I am going, you cannot come.’ I give you a new commandment, that you love one another. Just as I have loved you, you also should love one another. By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another.”

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As many of you know, we’ve been making our way through these Lenten days by praying the prayers of our ancestors, inspired by prayers and pray-ers, particularly, from the Hebrew Scriptures – David, Abraham, Hannah, Jonah, Solomon, and Jeremiah. We’ve prayed for and about some heavy stuff … forgiveness, discernment, justice, despair, and more. And tonight’s worship is loaded with things to wonder about and pray for, too – this Maundy Thursday where Jesus’ command to love one another is modeled by the washing of feet at the table of his Last Supper.

Jesus unloads all of these symbols and expressions and practices of faith meant to teach and inspire and command his disciples, and us, to do likewise – to eat, drink, serve, love, remember. And it seems odd that there would be foot-washing during dinner, but I think that’s just a sign that we have a lot in common, still, with Jesus and his people. I mean that it seems a timeless and universal Truth that meals are very often literal and spiritual nourishment for God’s people that bolster our connection and that encourage our mission in the world.

See, it was deliberate that those close friends and followers of Jesus met in that upper room to share that Passover meal together, when, where, and how they did. And I like to imagine there was some measure of fun and levity involved, before things got serious. I mean … before Judas sneaked away and before Jesus broke out the wash basin, before all of that praying. I like to imagine they laughed and told stories and made fun of Peter for being late or James for boss-hogging the good seat and that they were glad Martha was in charge of baking the bread this year.

Whatever the case, all of it was to remind them of their history, their heritage, their connection – one to another – and their connection to something bigger than themselves; their connection to the love they were being called to put into action. Because Jesus knew they would need that reminder – powered by all of those special effects – the bread, wine, water, and foot-washing, I mean – as they entered into the days, weeks, and years that followed.

And can’t we all think of a meal – or moments around food and drink – that connect us with others in powerful ways; that recall holy moments; that feed us physically; and that nourish us spiritually; that remind us that we are part of something bigger? Can you think of what I’m getting at, from your own life’s experience? Maybe it was a wedding reception … a retirement party … a simple dinner that turned into a date ... a supper you didn’t know would be someone’s “last,” at the time?

I think about the meals a team shares before a big game, a match, a tournament, the end of a season. Those meals are about comradery and preparation, team spirit, team work, shared goals, and a common mission. (There will be many of those this weekend, downtown, prior to the Final Four, I’m sure.)

I think about Joe McCain’s funeral luncheon last Saturday – and every funeral meal we share in this place, really – which are abundant expressions of love and comfort and friendship and faith, that sometimes only homemade cookies and casseroles can convey.

I think of the meals I’ve shared in Haiti, prepared by hands, in homes, that have so very little, but that share so generously, with the teams of people who have made those trips over the years. (I’ll never forget the 45th birthday party the sisters threw for me there – September 4, 2018 – somehow finding balloons, baking a cake, and toasting with champagne in mis-matched glasses of every size and shape, for the occasion.)

I think about learning how to properly peel, eat and appreciate seafood by way of the heaps of shrimp and crawfish poured out on my Grandma Giraud’s table in New Orleans. And I think about the best rhubarb pie, made by my Grandma Magsig baked for Thanksgiving dinners in Ohio.

I think about the countless pizzas – and even more beers – I’ve shared at a place called Plank’s in Columbus – almost weekly in college, and at my graduation from Capital University, for my wedding rehearsal dinner, my 50th birthday, and where we’ll gather again in a few weeks for my son Jack’s college graduation, too.

I think about the 18 Christmas Eve dinners I’ve rushed through at the Reece’s home every year between the 7:30 and 11 o’clock Christmas Eve worship services.

I think about the “Dinners with the Pastors” we’ve hosted over the years as part of our Silent Auction. I think of Mardi Gras and Oktoberfest.

These moments and memories are the kind of thing Jesus was after, I believe, when he broke that bread, passed that wine around, washed all of those feet, and then made his way to the cross.

He was connecting a moment in time with a movement of the Spirit.

He was connecting an expression of love with a command to share it.

He was connecting our physical senses with our spiritual sense of call.

He was filling his people with food and purpose and sending them out to fill the world with the kind of love with which he, himself, was filled to overflowing.

Jesus knew exactly what he was doing and it’s why he asks us to do the same. Eat this bread. Drink this wine. Do this in remembrance of me. And wash these feet – and those feet – and even and especially those feet – just as I’ve shown you to do. Love one another, the way I’ve already … and always … loved you, first.

I hope these young people who’ve learned a new thing or two about Holy Communion, will hold the memory of this night in a way that will find them and fill them for the rest of their lives. I hope the taste and smell of the bread and wine, the familiarity of the words, the sound of the hymns, the sense of the love that surrounds and supports them, and the power of Jesus’ prayer to do this in remembrance of him will be a connection and an encouragement for them in all the days to come for their walk of life and faith in the world.

And I hope the same is true for each of us, too. That we’ll always taste and see something new … and familiar … and life-giving … as we do all of this together – and in remembrance – of the grace we know in Jesus.

Amen

Bagged Salad, Lazarus, and the Glory of God

John 11:17-44

When Jesus arrived, he found that Lazarus had already been in the tomb four days. Now Bethany was near Jerusalem, some two miles away, and many of the Jews had come to Martha and Mary to console them about their brother. When Martha heard that Jesus was coming, she went and met him, while Mary stayed at home.

Martha said to Jesus, “Lord, if you had been here, my brother would not have died. But even now I know that God will give you whatever you ask of him.” Jesus said to her, “Your brother will rise again.” Martha said to him, “I know that he will rise again in the resurrection on the last day.” Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. Those who believe in me, even though they die, will live, and everyone who lives and believes in me will never die. Do you believe this?” She said to him, “Yes, Lord, I believe that you are the Messiah, the Son of God, the one coming into the world.”

When she had said this, she went back and called her sister Mary and told her privately, “The Teacher is here and is calling for you.” And when she heard it, she got up quickly and went to him. Now Jesus had not yet come to the village but was still at the place where Martha had met him.

The Jews who were with her in the house consoling her saw Mary get up quickly and go out. They followed her because they thought that she was going to the tomb to weep there. When Mary came where Jesus was and saw him, she knelt at his feet and said to him, “Lord, if you had been here, my brother would not have died.” When Jesus saw her weeping and the Jews who came with her also weeping, he was greatly disturbed in spirit and deeply moved.

He said, “Where have you laid him?” They said to him, “Lord, come and see.” Jesus began to weep. So the Jews said, “See how he loved him!” But some of them said, “Could not he who opened the eyes of the blind man have kept this man from dying?”

Then Jesus, again greatly disturbed, came to the tomb. It was a cave, and a stone was lying against it. Jesus said, “Take away the stone.” Martha, the sister of the dead man, said to him, “Lord, already there is a stench because he has been dead four days.” Jesus said to her, “Did I not tell you that if you believed you would see the glory of God?” So they took away the stone. And Jesus looked upward and said, “Father, I thank you for having heard me. I knew that you always hear me, but I have said this for the sake of the crowd standing here, so that they may believe that you sent me.”

When he had said this, he cried with a loud voice, “Lazarus, come out!” The dead man came out, his hands and feet bound with strips of cloth and his face wrapped in a cloth. Jesus said to them, “Unbind him, and let him go.”

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I hate bagged salad. To this day, I can still remember the: like fermented lettuce soaked in apple cider vinegar and cat pee. It was putrid. Pallets of it were taken to the farm every week. You’ve probably heard me talk about the farminary before: farm plus seminary equals farminary. It was agriculture and theological education wrapped into one. Before my first class started, I had grand ideas about what the farminary would be like: romanticized thoughts about growing a huge, flourishing garden that would compete with Eden.

On the first day of class, Nate Stucky, our professor and director of the farminary, led us to our first hands-on agricultural assignment. It wasn’t tilling rows, planting seeds, and certainly not picking any harvest. Instead, he led us to the compost pile and a pallet of bagged salad swarming with flies. Even now, I am convinced you could see green streaks of stench floating above it like in a cartoon.

Nate told us, “Today you continue to help bring this farm back to life.”

Before the farminary began, the land had been a sod farm and a Christmas tree farm. Both of those stripped the land of the good, rich soil, leaving behind infertile dirt that no one wanted. Nate knew when he began the farminary that the first thing he had to do was bring the soil back to life.

Which meant students like me spent much of our time at the compost pile, ripping open thousands of bagged salad kits, dumping the contents onto the pile, and turning it over and over. And it wasn’t just rotten lettuce. Food waste from the dining hall. Coffee grounds from a local shop. Leaves from last fall. All of it together—a giant pile of smelly, dying compost—was what brought life to this barren land.

When we stirred it all up and revealed the black soil at the bottom, Nate would say, “That’s resurrection.”

The obvious, yet difficult thing about resurrection is that it requires death first. Most of us approach death like either Martha or Mary.

Martha approaches it with hope. She is certainly grieved by her brother’s death—“Lord, if you had been here…” but at the same time she remembers the promises she’s heard her whole life about resurrection and life everlasting. So she responds with hope for the future: “God will do what you ask, and I know there will be resurrection someday.”

But Jesus wants Martha to have hope in this life, not just the next.

So he says, “I am the resurrection and the life. Do you believe this?” Jesus takes those promises we know in our heads and puts a face to them. In moments of loss and crisis and death, what matters most is not just what you know, but who you know—who you trust. You know about resurrection, Jesus says, but do you believe I am the one who brings life now, not just someday?

Mary, on the other hand, comes with no speeches, no theology, no future hope. She says the same words as her sister, but without the reassurance: “Lord, if you had been here…” I imagine her angry and sad, crying on her knees, repeating that line over and over. Jesus doesn’t correct her or explain anything.

He just meets her tears with his own.

I find it comforting that Jesus seems to meet each sister where she is—strengthening Martha’s hope while sitting in Mary’s despair. Because whether we come with hope or with anger, with faith or with tears, Jesus still walks us to the tomb.

Because it’s there at the tomb, in deep grief and pain, that Jesus reveals his glory. With the stench of death in the air, Jesus says to Martha, “Did I not tell you that if you believed, you would see the glory of God?” What Jesus is telling Martha, and us, is that the glory of God is revealed in resurrection:

not just when hearts start beating again, but whenever something we thought was dead begins to live again.

Yes, Lazarus is raised, but God’s glory is seen in anything that has been treated like it’s dead but brought back to life. In the things we have grieved, mourned, and wept over, but that somehow lives again. In the stuff that is rotting and stinking, yet somehow comes back to life. We can see this glory all around us.

If you’ve ever been out west to Yellowstone National Park, one of the most common trees you’ll see is the lodgepole pine. When fires come through the park, they burn the trees and scorch the earth below. But in the heat, the pines release their resin-sealed seeds onto the ground. The flames melt the resin, the underbrush is cleared away, and out of the ashes rise new trees. What looks like destruction is actually preparation for new life.

Death and resurrection. The glory of God.

Or consider the Martindale–Brightwood neighborhood right here on the near northeast side of Indianapolis. Once a thriving neighborhood for middle-class Black families, it was systematically devastated by redlining and pollution, left to decay. But for decades now, churches, neighbors, and the Martindale–Brightwood Community Development Corporation have been working together to bring affordable housing, access to food, jobs, and mentoring for youth to the area—all signs of new life. It’s not a story of a thriving area, yet. But I bet Lazarus wasn’t running a marathon the next day. It’s slow, but it’s still death and resurrection. The glory of God.

Think of your own life: a relationship once shattered is revived; a career thoroughly burned is brought back from the ashes; a love of God rekindled after years of church hurt and deconstruction.

Each one an example of resurrection.

The glory of God is seen in the dead, rotten, smelly, sealed-up places because that’s where new life is called forth. If we want resurrection, then we can’t be offended by a little stench. We can’t be too scared of death, because the two go together.

And resurrection isn’t something we just witness. We are invited to get involved. Jesus says to those gathered there, “Unbind him and let him go.” Jesus does the raising, but he tells the community to do the unbinding.Resurrection is God’s work. But unbinding… that’s the church’s work. That’s our work

And we are already trying to do this in our own way. Through our Outreach Grants, through our support of Project Rouj, through investing in people and places that are overlooked, we are helping unbind what God is bringing back to life. We are saying this is not over yet. There is still life here.

Sometimes unbinding looks like helping a neighborhood come back to life.

Sometimes it looks like walking with someone through grief or addiction or failure until they can stand again, like our Stephen Ministers do.

Sometimes it’s forgiveness, cutting the grave clothes off a relationship that was assumed over.

Unbinding is helping people live again. And that is the work Jesus gives to the church: to go to the places of death and look for signs of new life.

So let’s rip open the bag.
Pour out the rot.
Stir the pile.

Take in the smell,
looking for signs of life,
for the glory of God.

And once we see it,
unbind it,
let it go,
and spread it around.

God has brought back to life
that which was dead.

And we have seen God’s glory,
alive and well,
here and now.

Amen.