To Hell With the Rules

Luke 13:10-17

Now [Jesus] was teaching in one of the synagogues on the Sabbath. Just then there appeared a woman with a spirit that had crippled her for eighteen years. She was bent over and was quite unable to stand up straight. When Jesus saw her, he called her over and said, “Woman, you are set free from your ailment.” And when he laid his hands on her, immediately she stood up and began praising God.

But the leader of the synagogue, indignant because Jesus had cured on the Sabbath, kept saying to the crowd, “There are six days on which work ought to be done; come on those days and be cured, and not on the Sabbath day.”

But the Lord answered him and said, “You hypocrites! Does not each of you on the Sabbath untie his ox or his donkey from the manger, and lead it away to give it water? And ought not this woman, a daughter of Abraham whom Satan bound for eighteen long years, be set free from this bondage on the Sabbath day?” When he said this, all his opponents were put to shame; and the entire crowd was rejoicing at all the wonderful things that he was doing.

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I have a new plan for our High School Sunday School this year, which is kind of an extension of what we did last year. Last year, we learned about “Things They Never Taught Me in High School,” so we changed a tire, we tied neck ties, we talked about budgeting our money and managing our time, we tied bows for wrapping gifts and I did my best to connect all of those things to Bible stories, studies and devotions to bring “life and faith together” as we say.

This year’s theme is going to be “Things They Never Taught Me in Sunday School,” and I hope to take some Bible stories to the next level for our young people; to talk with and teach them about the deeper, more grown-up – sometimes even R-rated – meanings behind stories from Scripture that aren’t always appropriate for elementary kids in Sunday School or VBS. We’ll talk about David and Bathsheba differently, and Sodom and Gomorrah, and the Ethiopian Eunuch, too. And we’ll do more with Creation and the Tower of Babel and David and Goliath, too, than even most grown-ups are used to hearing about those stories.

And I’ll keep it PG for worship this morning, but I want to talk about this morning’s miracle differently than we’re used to, too. Of course, so many people, for so many generations, have been drawn to the miracle of this broken woman being made well. Like so many other healing miracles, we are drawn to the magic of what Jesus does for the woman who’d been sick and crippled for so long. And that’s great – and a good and holy thing, for sure. But that healing is only a small part of the story. And not really the point of it all, in the end.

And I believe that’s the case with most – if not all – of Jesus’ miracles, actually. They are less about the hocus pocus, abracadabra of it all than they are about telling a better story… teaching a larger lesson … proclaiming a wider mercy, love, and grace not just because of what Jesus does in those magical moments – but because of how and why and when and where and for whom, in most cases, God does what God does through Jesus.

Think about some of the other miracles of Jesus with me for a minute. We can start right at the beginning, with the virgin birth, for example. The most impressive thing about all of that – the greatest lesson, for my money, isn’t so much about an immaculate conception. The hope of Mary’s motherhood, no matter how it came to be, is about a young woman who had faith enough to say “yes” to God. The power of that story comes from the notion that God would use a poor young girl to do an amazing thing for the sake of the world. It’s about casting the mighty down from their thrones – by way of a poor peasant girl and helpless baby boy – and uplifting the humble in heart.

And think about the miracle of Jesus turning water into wine, at that wedding in Cana. It could have been milk or honey, Pepsi or Bud Light … the substance of it didn’t matter so much. The point was – the lesson to be learned, the good news to be shared – was that there is more than enough to go around and that God always saves the best for last. (So no. I guess it couldn’t have been Bud Light, after all. That stuff is terrible.)

Or what about the miracle of the guy who was born blind but who Jesus helped see again? His friends and neighbors thought he had been born blind because of something he or his parents did to make him deserve that hardship. So when Jesus restores his sight, it wasn’t about the miracle of Lasik surgery in the 1st Century. It was about showing that God doesn’t punish us with sickness or disability. It was about showing, perhaps that, even if you believed his blindness was the result of some sin, God could and would and does delight in undoing that through the power of forgiveness; and that God will go to great lengths to restore someone to their community.

When Jesus walked on water, he wasn’t proposing a new Olympic sport, he was showing us something about faith. When he calmed the storm, he wasn’t concerned about the weather, he was revealing the power of God’s peace in the presence of our fear. When he cleansed the leper it wasn’t about better skin-care it was about God’s love for the outcast and the outsider among us.

Do you see what I mean? As much as we love a good miracle story, the magic of it is rarely the point. And today’s episode, in the synagogue is no different.

It’s great that this woman who’d been hunched over, crippled, for nearly two decades was “up-and-at ‘em” again without the help of a chiropractor, don’t get me wrong. But in light of what we know about the kind of things Jesus can do, this isn’t the most impressive thing about that day. What we’re supposed to pay attention to – what matters most about all of this in the first place – is that it happened on the Sabbath. The Lord’s day. The established day of rest and for worship.

What I mean is, it wouldn’t have meant as much – this story wouldn’t have made the news – had the woman done what the leader of the synagogue suggested and come back for her healing the next day, right? It would have been great. It would have been no less miraculous had Jesus commanded this woman to stand up for the first time in 18 years on a Tuesday. But, again, the miracle – the healing, itself – is barely the point.

So, miracle, schmiracle. Our faith can’t be just about the miracle or else all we’re left with is the hopeless reality that we can’t do what Jesus does and that Jesus doesn’t do what he can for everyone, in every way we would like. So there must be something more than the miracle here.

And the “more” … Jesus’ greater point and larger purpose … is to heal and to comfort and to share love and offer grace at all costs. In excess of every expectation. At the expense of every rule. Breaking the rule about working or healing or whatever on the Sabbath is Jesus’ larger mission – and our greatest hope – this time around.

The point is that the only rule that matters to Jesus is the one about loving God and loving our neighbor and living in any way and every way possible that brings that love to bear upon the world – so to Hell with the rules. Literally. To Hell with the rules. Let the rules – and laws and limited expectations of those in power – be banished to the outer darkness. Let those rules be subject to whatever weeping and gnashing of teeth it takes to dismember them.

Which is something I can sink my own teeth into and something I can wrap my brain around. That’s something each of us can do something about, too – breaking the rules, I mean – that keep God’s love from being shared in as many ways, with as many people as we can manage.

When someone tells you you can’t or shouldn’t love someone because…

When your own score-keeping, rule-abiding heart tells you you shouldn’t forgive someone because or unless or until they…

When your own fear tries to convince you you shouldn’t be that generous…

When society tells you you shouldn’t extend mercy because…

When your own history and experience tell you you should or shouldn’t, or can or can’t because “that’s not the way you’ve ever done it before”…

In the face of whatever rules or expectations that threaten to limit what God can accomplish by grace – for you and through you – Jesus gets up in the synagogue on the Sabbath day and breaks the rules. He breaks the law so that we can see just how brave and bold and beyond reason God’s love means to be. And how beyond the rules we are called to be, just the same.

Because we can’t heal every disease, but we can love one another through the sickness and struggle and sadness of them all – and that’s a miracle.

We can’t change the weather, but we can trust God’s presence, and we can be the presence of God for someone, when the storms of life in this world show up – and that can be magical.

We can’t undo every sin, or change every sinner, but we can accept and offer forgiveness – and that’s nothing to sneeze at.

We can’t walk on water, but we can extend a hand to an outcast or an outsider and welcome them in – and that will work wonders in the lives of God’s people.

Because the greatest miracle of all – Jesus’ resurrection from the dead – shows just how far God is willing to go to break every rule for our sake. And the miracle of that isn’t just something we wait for on the other side of heaven. In a world full of so many rules, too much fear, and so much sadness – all of which try to convince us otherwise – we are set free from all sorts of bondage, like the woman in today’s Gospel, to live in the miracle that is new life and second chances and amazing grace, every day, for all people, in Jesus’ name.

Amen

Water, Wine and Waiting on a Miracle

John 2:1-11

On the third day, there was a wedding in Cana of Galilee and the mother of Jesus was there. Jesus and his disciples were also invited. When the wine gave out, the mother of Jesus said to him, “They have no wine.” Jesus said to her, “Woman, what concern is that to you and to me? My hour has not yet come.” She said to the servants, “Do whatever he tells you.”

Now, standing there were six stone water jars for the rites of Jewish purification, each holding twenty or thirty gallons. Jesus said to the servants, “fill them up with water.” So they filled them up to the brim. Then he told them to draw some out and take it to the chief steward, so they took it. When the chief steward tasted the water that had become wine and did not know where it had come from (though the servants who drew the water knew), he called the bridegroom and said to him, “Everyone serves the good wine first and the inferior wine after the guests have become drunk. But you have saved the good wine until now.”

Jesus did this, the first of his signs, in Cana of Galilee, and revealed his glory; and his disciples believed in him.

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You know it’s a popular moment or miracle in the life of Jesus when it becomes a meme on the internet. Jesus may or may not have known it way back when, but this is how you know you’ve made it big in the 21st Century.

Anyway, he wasn’t at the grocery store, of course. He was with his mother and his disciples, enjoying himself at a wedding reception, in a place called Cana, where apparently, they knew how to party – so much so, that they ran out of wine. And, even though he tells his mom the time isn’t right when she expects him to do something about it, the time apparently comes, because Jesus goes ahead and does what it seems Mary thought he would or could or should do something about, right from the start.

(We really don’t know if Mary even had a miracle in mind. If she was anything like my mother, she was the one who drained the last bottle or jar or wineskin, her glass was empty, and she needed a refill. So, maybe Mary just thought Jesus could make a run down to the nearest vineyard and pick up a few more bottles, or jars, or wineskins of Merlot.)

Whatever the case, Jesus responds, however reluctantly, by taking some pretty hefty jars of water and turning them into some pretty hefty jars of fine wine – to the surprise and delight of his disciples, his mother, the caterer, and the groom, himself, I imagine – even if none of them know exactly what in the world had happened. And John sums it all up, by saying, “Jesus did this, the first of his signs in Cana of Galilee, and revealed his glory. And his disciples believed in him.”

You get the impression that, when Jesus tells his mom that his time had not yet come, that Jesus wasn’t exactly sure he wanted to do what he did. And it makes me wonder why. And even though he did end up performing that miracle, I can’t help but wonder, not only why, but why the wait, and what took him so long to pull it off, anyway.

Because, Jesus had gone his whole life, up until this point – as far as our Gospels tell it – without doing much of anything that would identify him as the Son of God. As far as we can tell, other than impressing some folks in the Temple as a middle-schooler, Jesus went all the way from the manger as a baby, to the Jordan River as a grown man, to this wedding in Cana of Galilee, without giving anyone any good reason to see him as any more or better or different than that carpenter’s kid next door. So what was the hold up? What took him so long? Why the wait, I wonder?

Which is just what I’ve struggled to stop wondering about a lot, lately. So soon after Christmas and into another new year that feels a lot like – too much like – the last couple of years, I just keep thinking and wondering about signs – and miracles, really – that could change the state of things for some people and places – for a world, really – that could use a miracle, right about now.

I watch the news and I think about the unsettling fear that continues to have its way with anyone who’s paying attention to North Korea’s missile tests or to the escalating tension between Russia and Ukraine these days. I want God to “judge between the nations” and “arbitrate for the peoples.” I want God to “to beat swords into ploughshares” and “turn spears into pruning hooks”; for people to put down their swords and their guns and to stop learning and teaching war any longer – all miracles the prophet Isaiah promised an awfully long time ago. And it would be nice to see some of that “vindication” Isaiah was talking about this morning, too.

(It doesn’t seem like too much to ask after all this time, but it feels like we’ve run out of wine, and that Jesus is still waiting for his hour to come.)

And forget about turning water into wine, really. That’s nothing compared to what I’d really like to see. That’s nothing compared to what so many need right now. Let’s see the poor get rich. Let’s see the hungry eat their fill. Let’s see the blind regain their sight, the deaf hear, the lame walk. Let’s see some binding up of the broken-hearted. Let’s see some justice roll down like water on this Martin Luther King, Jr. holiday, finally. Or make it wine, if that’s your thing, Jesus. I’ll take what I can get if these promises and prophecies would just pan out somehow.

(But again, it feels like the wine’s run out – that so many are thirsty – and that Jesus is just waiting.)

And the truth is, it’s a lot more personal and closer to home than that, isn’t it? Let’s see the chemo work, for Christa and Beverly and Beth Ann. Let’s see Dick get back on his feet again. Let’s put a stop to the substance abuse and the depression, the job loss and the suicide that’s hurting so many of those we know and care about. Let’s see a cure for COVID-19. Let’s put a stop to the physical, emotional, financial, cultural, global tragedy of this pandemic, for God’s sake. Let’s see all of this mourning and suffering and struggling and death, even, become joy and comfort and new life, for crying out loud.

(Life these days doesn’t feel like a party and we’re out of more than wine, Jesus – we’re out of patience and answers and strength and faith a lot of the time, too, if you want to know the truth.)

And all of this makes me frustrated and angry and sad. It makes me skeptical, and cynical, and scared, too. But it reminds me, again, about why Jesus might have been reluctant to reveal his glory that day at the wedding, in the first place.

Because, as much as we’d like to see those kinds of miracles whenever we’d like to see those kinds of miracles, I think we’re called to remind ourselves that if we could demand them, or see them at will, or have them doled out at our command – than they wouldn’t really be miracles, would they?

So I think we’re called to remember that Jesus was about so much more than magic tricks and that these kinds of miracles – the water-into-wine kind of miracles, I mean – are nothing compared to what Jesus really showed up to reveal.

See, I’m convinced Jesus didn’t want people following him just for the show, or for the quick fix, or for the chance to get some face-time with a super hero, either. He didn’t want people following him or having faith only when the good wine was flowing freely. Jesus knew that life in the world wasn’t always going to be a party and he wanted us to trust that there was, and that there would be, and that there is good wine yet to come; that God’s grace is always enough and that it would never – ever – run dry, no matter how empty our glasses may seem, or how much more we long for on this side of eternity.

There’s no way it was a coincidence that the miracle in Cana happened “on the third day,” as the story goes. Because that points to the real miracle of God, in Jesus, which is the heavy lifting of his death and resurrection – that Easter miracle of miracles that shines light into darkness; that changes trial into triumph; that comforts the lost; that gives hope to the despairing, and that brings new life from all manner of the struggle and sadness and death that surround us.

Our place in this Gospel story may not be with the bridegroom and the wedding guests that day in Cana – the ones who benefit from the miracle. We may not be able to connect with Mary, either – the mother of Jesus, who requests more wine and gets just exactly what she asks for. And our place certainly isn’t to stand in the shoes of Jesus and work God’s kind of magic in the world, according to our will.

So I think our common ground with this story must be to do the work of the servants who were working and the disciples who were invited to wedding that day – the ones who drew out the new wine, the ones who refilled the empty glasses for those who were thirsty, the ones who surely had a taste of it themselves, just to see if what they were hearing was true.

Like those servants, you and I are called to look for and dole out the goodness of God’s abundance wherever and whenever we can find it; to pour out the grace that God brings whenever we receive it. And like those disciples, we’re to look for that glory, whenever it’s revealed in the world as we know it, and to believe it when we see it … because we do see it … in the love and kindness and generosity of others; in this water; in the bread and wine at this table; in the forgiveness of sins and in the promise of life, everlasting.

So, like everyone at the party – when our glasses or our hearts or our hopes or our lives, even, seem empty – no matter what – we’re invited to remember and to believe and to live like the good wine of God’s love is always on the way.

Amen