Gospel of Luke

Buddha, Jesus, and the Wilderness of Lent

Luke 4:1-13

Then Jesus, full of the Holy Spirit, returned from the Jordan and was lead by the Spirit into the wilderness, where for forty days he was tempted by the devil. He ate nothing at all during those days and when they were over, he was famished. The devil said to him, “If you are the Son of God, command this stone to become a loaf of bread.” Jesus answered him, “It is written, ‘One does not live by bread alone.’”

Then the devil led him up and showed up in an instant all the kingdoms of the world. And the devil said to him, “To you I will give their glory and all this authority; for it has been given over to me, and I give it to anyone I please. If you, then, will worship me, it will all be yours.” Jesus answered him, “It is written, ‘Worship the Lord your God, and serve only him.’”

Then the devil took him to Jerusalem, and placed him on the pinnacle of the temple, saying to him, “If you are the Son of God, throw yourself down from here, for it is written, ‘He will command his angels concerning you, to protect you,’ and ‘On their hands they will bear you up, so that you will not dash your foot against a stone.’” Jesus answered him, “It is said, ‘Do not put the Lord your God to the test.’”

When the devil had finished every test, he departed from him until an opportune time.


I read a story in the desert of Phoenix last week about the Buddha, which made me think differently about the story of Jesus’s temptation in the wilderness – or desert, as some versions tell it. Their stories sound similar in some ways, actually, and I love it when the world’s religions share some common ground.

Before he became the enlightened teacher and Buddha, of Buddhism, he was Prince Siddhartha. He wanted to see more of the world, but had never stepped out of the protection and opulence of his own city’s limits, because his father, the King, wanted to protect him from the world’s suffering. One day, though, when he was about 30 years old, I believe – the prince asked his chariot driver to take him as far out and far away from the city gates as possible. And when he did, the story goes, he encountered – not so much temptation, like the story of Jesus goes, necessarily – but the prince encountered the four realities of life: old age, sickness, death, and renunciation.

Ultimately, the prince came to see that an enlightened life is, in fact, a form of suffering, lived between the extremes of his former life of opulence and self-indulgence and the life of self-denial he experienced and practiced in his own wilderness wandering. Enlightenment lies somewhere between the extremes of indulgence and self-denial.

Hold on to that story for a moment, if you could, I’ll come back to it. Because I also came across a poem this week that was written by Michael Coffey, a Lutheran pastor, probably many years ago. I’m not sure exactly when I first read it. But I saved it in a file because it’s all about the beginning of Lent – these wilderness days for us as Christian-flavored people in the world. It’s called “Ash Thursday.”

Ash Thursday

He did the yearly, black, solemn ritual
and got smeared and humbled, though he
didn’t like it much, with the flecks falling down
in his eyelashes and the soul’s grief exposed, so
he got home and stared at his conundrummed face
for five minutes, give or take, in the bathroom mirror.

It wrecked him to be so humiliated, so mortified,
he washed away the ashen cross and dreamed of dying.
He woke up Thursday and after peeing and scratching
looked in the mirror and there it was, like a Mardi Gras drunken tattoo,
his forehead graffitied, black, sooty,
haunting him. He wore it all day like an unbandaged wound.

At bedtime that night, he washed and slept like a storm-tossed boat,
woke up to his sunrise reflection, his sleet eyes squinted again.
It was back – his skin tagged with midnight streaks – and he walked the day,
mortal through to his marrow.

After that first Ash Thursday, and Ash Friday,
and Ash Tomorrow, Ash Next Week,
Ash March, Ash Autumn, Ash Solstices,
never a day went by when he didn’t see it, let it have its way.
Never a day went by, thereafter, that he didn’t
rise to bless himself with Wednesday’s words:
remember you are dust and to dust you shall return,
and every day then on he was his free earthy self until he died.

“…every day then on he was his free earthly self until he died.”

I think this is something like what Jesus was up to during his own wilderness wandering back in the day – and something like what the Buddha learned, too. And I think it’s what we’re called to, still, so many centuries later as we begin another season of Lent, making our way through these days of repentance and reflection, remembering Jesus’ journey to and through the Cross at Calvary – and our invitation to something similar.

And when I read this Gospel again this time around – with that story of the Buddha in my head – I was reminded about the fact that, unlike the Buddha’s dad, the King, God the Father, by way of the Holy Spirit, was the one who moved Jesus into that wilderness. All of this wilderness wandering was God’s idea – it was the very notion and inspiration of the divine, in the first place.

Day after day, Jesus was tried and tested. Day after day, for a significant chunk of time, he fasted and he fought; he struggled, he suffered, he sacrificed. And it was the Holy Spirit – he was full of it, we’re told, right from the start – and it was the Spirit of God that sent Jesus out of town. It was the Spirit of God that opened him up to this time of trial. It was the Spirit of God that pushed Jesus to embrace and to engage this dealing with the dark side of life in this world – to spend some time being tempted by opulence, glory, and power; living in the midst of that and his denial of it, too.

But, so often, we’re inclined to believe that any encounter with the “darkness,” whatever that might be for us, is to be avoided, to be escaped, to be run from, to be feared at all costs. But as we begin another Lenten journey, I can’t help but see Jesus, led by God’s Holy Spirit, into the wilderness of darkness and danger, and wonder why and where God might be leading you and me this time around, too.

Now, I don’t want to suggest we put ourselves in harm’s way. None of us is the Messiah, after all, as far as I can tell. So I’m not suggesting that, if you’re a recovering alcoholic you spend your weekends at the bar, just to see if you can resist. If you struggle against internet pornography, I’m not proposing you go buy a new computer. If the darkness of depression is a struggle for you, please follow your doctor’s orders and keep taking your meds.

But I am suggesting that, like Buddha, and Jesus, and the guy in that poem show us, we not be afraid to look our struggles and our sin, our greatest temptations and the world’s suffering full in the face – and that we use these days before Easter to see all of that in the light of God’s power, instead of continuing to see it only through the fog of our own brokenness and fear.

See, I’m under the impression that Jesus engaged those 40 days in the wilderness so he could get about the business of who he was, following his baptism, and of what God called him to do and to be for the sake of the world because of that baptism. And I think that’s just exactly what God means for our forgiveness and God’s mercy to be for us every day that we live.

The blessing of being baptized and claimed as children of God – as little Caden Keiffner will remind us soon enough – is that we don’t have to fear our brokenness – or the broken darkness of this world. We don’t have to hold fast to all the reasons we have to be sad or ashamed or embarrassed or full of regret about our sins. We don’t have to be consumed or overcome by the world’s grief and suffering – or our own. Instead, we can let it give us some perspective, we can see it all in light of something more, something better, something different – which God promises us just the same.

Because, this wilderness and temptation business isn’t about our ability to resist and to choose what’s right at every turn. (Remember, again, none of us is Jesus, our even Buddha, as far as I can tell.) Instead, we are enlightened and liberated by the Truth and Good News that even when we don’t resist the temptations; even when we do take the bait; even when our sinfulness wins; even when we choose the darkness; or when the darkness of this life chooses us more often than we’d like – the love, mercy and hope of God, in Jesus, continues to choose us, all the more.

Amen

Mountaintop Mardi Gras

Luke 9:28-43a

Now about eight days after these sayings Jesus took with him Peter and John and James and went up on the mountain to pray. And while he was praying, the appearance of his face changed, and his clothes became as bright as a flash of lightning. Suddenly they saw two men, Moses and Elijah, talking to him. They appeared in glory and were speaking about his exodus, which he was about to fulfill in Jerusalem. Now Peter and his companions were weighed down with sleep, but as they awoke they saw his glory and the two men who stood with him.

Just as they were leaving him, Peter said to Jesus, “Master, it is good for us to be here; let us set up three tents: one for you, one for Moses, and one for Elijah,” not realizing what he was saying. While he was saying this, a cloud came and overshadowed them, and they were terrified as they entered the cloud. Then from the cloud came a voice that said, “This is my Son, my Chosen; listen to him!” When the voice had spoken, Jesus was found alone. And they kept silent and in those days told no one any of the things they had seen.

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


Now that was fun! I’m talking about last night’s Mardi Gras party, of course. +Mark likes to say it’s about as much fun as you can have in church. I have to agree—and I’ll be honest, Cross of Grace, I had my doubts.

When I first got the paperwork to begin the call process, the description of the congregation caught my eye: Cross of Grace is a lively, growing, and fun family of faith. Now, I grew up Lutheran, and I wouldn’t call most of our congregations lively, so that seemed like a bold claim. Then growing—and I thought, That’s too good to be true. It’s 2022, we’re just coming out of a pandemic, nobody is growing. And then the kicker: fun family of faith. I thought, They know they’re supposed to be honest about this, right? How much fun can a Lutheran church in a town of less than 3,000 people be?

Well, come to a Mardi Gras party, and you’ll see! There’s music, laughter, food, drink, games, and feasting—all while raising money for a good cause. We really do let the good times roll! Some might ask, A Mardi Gras party at church? A pancake breakfast is one thing, but Mardi Gras? To which I say: Of course! We should have fun! We should feast! And what better time than Mardi Gras?

What many don’t realize is that Mardi Gras has deep Christian roots. Like many of our traditions, it began as pagan celebrations of spring and fertility thousands of years ago. But when Christianity arrived in Rome, they adapted the traditions instead of abolishing them, thank goodness! By the 1600s, Mardi Gras—or carnival—had become what we know today. And it’s not not just a day, but an entire season. It begins with Epiphany and ends on Fat Tuesday (Mardi Gras in French). And this season was preparation for Lent: 40 days of feasting, filling up on meat, eggs, butter, and a little fun too… before the 40 days of fasting and self-sacrifice.

That same spirit is still alive in New Orleans today. You might think Mardi Gras is all debauchery and drunkenness, but you’d be wrong. Nearly every part of it has rich Christian symbolism. The colors—purple, green, and gold—represent justice, faith, and the power of God. The food, from king cake to paczkis (poonch-keys), connects to traditions of feasting on the very things you soon fast during Lent. Even the bands and floats marching down the streets create more than just spectacle—they offer people a shared experience of joy and community before embarking on a time of penance and reflection.

I asked our own Angi Johnson, whose family goes to Mardi Gras nearly every year, what she loves most about it. She told me that when you watch the bands marching by and the krewes strutting around in their colorful costumes and masks, handing out handmade, one-of-a-kind treasures, something remarkable happens—the strangers beside you quickly become friends.

The energy, the generosity, the sheer joy of it all draws people together. It’s communal. It’s sacramental. It’s a party you never want to end. Maybe it was Mardi Gras up on the mountaintop that Peter, James, and John had followed Jesus onto. It certainly sounds like one heck of a party: dazzling clothes, changes in appearance, bright lights, surprise VIP guests, who knows, maybe there was a jazz band up there too.

And Peter was loving it. He didn’t want the party to end. Who could blame him? Who wouldn’t want to stay at that mountaintop Mardi Gras? Moses, Elijah, and Jesus—who else might show up? What else might happen? But Peter also remembered what Jesus had said just eight days ago: that he would suffer, be rejected, and be killed. If they stayed on the mountain, they could pretend Jesus never said that. If they stay on the mountain, they can continue to let the good times roll and he doesn’t have to go back down the mountain; back to the dark, cold, struggling world from whence they came.

So Peter says, let’s not leave. Let’s build tents and just stay on the mountaintop, far away from the valley below.

But, every Mardi Gras comes to an end, including this one. As Peter is laying out his plans to stay, a mysterious crowd engulfs them. They hear God speak to them and when the voice is gone, so too are Elijah and Moses. The party’s over. It's time to go back down the mountain and enter the valley.

Or perhaps more accurately, Jesus chooses to go back down the mountain, where he’s immediately met with another crowd and a father begging for his son to be healed. And you can almost hear Peter saying, that’s why I wanted to stay on the mountain: away from all the disease, from all the demons, from all the people in need of Jesus. If they had just stayed on that mountain, Peter wouldn’t have to go to this lowly place, filled with lowly people. Yet the first thing Jesus does upon entering the valley is heal the boy brought to him by the begging father.

And everyone who saw it was astounded at the greatness of God.

That’s the good news in this story. Jesus chooses to go back down the mountain, into the valley, where there is a crowd clamoring for his teaching, his healing, his mere presence; where there is disease and demons waiting for him, where there is suffering, and rejection, and pain, waiting for him.

And yet, he goes willingly, showing that the glory of God is not just revealed at Mountaintop Mardi Gras’s but also through humble service in the sin-filled, disease ridden, valley. Thanks be to God.

And what does all this mean for us today? It seems this country is having our own Mardi Gras atop the America First mountain, reveling not in God’s glory and power, but it’s own. On Wednesday, the State Department announced it would cut hundreds of USAID-funded programs—$60 billion in lifesaving aid to the world’s poorest communities, gone.

It’s just 1% of government spending, but it has an outsized impact on global health. HIV treatment for 350,000 people in Southern Africa, including 20,000 children and pregnant women, gone. The only water source for 250,000 displaced people in war torn areas in the Democratic Republic of Congo, gone. Health clinics operating in the middle of Sudan’s civil war, gone. And that's just a few examples! Hundreds more, just like them, gone! All to save a back, to stay on the mountaintop of America First.

Meanwhile, children like the boy in the valley, will be mauled, not by demons, but by hunger, thirst, disease, and war. Does that sound like a Christian nation?

Not to me it doesn’t, because the Jesus I know can’t help but go down the mountain. Our Jesus chose to go into the valley because the sick boy needed him, because I needed him, because you needed him, because the world needed him! And when the time was right, Jesus went up another hill, this time on a cross, but he didn’t stay on that hill either.

We certainly know how to have fun, Cross of Grace, and God knows.. with all the grief we are holding from the deaths of beloved Partners in Mission and with the long, difficult, days of Lent ahead, we needed it.

But every mardi gras comes to an end and Ash Wednesday is right around the corner. So this Lent, let’s follow Christ into the valley and help the most vulnerable through our Lenten disciplines.

In your giving, support organizations that got their funding cut, like World Vision, International Justice Mission, Global Refuge, and Lutheran World Relief, all faith-based organizations, all had programs cut.

In your fasting, think of and pray for the children in Gaza, Syria, and Nigeria suffering from severe malnutrition.

In your praying, lift up our president and all elected officials, that they would leave the mountain of America first and follow Christ’s example, helping and serving those in the valley.

Lord have mercy. Amen.