Pastor Mark

"Temple Cleansing and Forgiveness" – John 2:13-22

John 2:13-22

The Passover of the Jews was near, and Jesus went up to Jerusalem. In the temple he found people selling cattle, sheep and doves, and the money changers seated at their tables. Making a whip of cords, he drove all of them out of the temple, both the sheep and the cattle. He also poured out the coins of the money changers and overturned their tables. He told those who were selling the doves, “Take these things out of here! Stop making my Father’s house a marketplace!” His disciples remembered that it was written, “Zeal for your house will consume me.”

The Jews then said to him, “What sign can you show us for doing this?” Jesus answered them, “Destroy this temple, and in three days I will raise it up.” The Jews then said, “This temple has been under construction for forty-six years, and will you raise it up in three days?” But he was speaking of the temple of his body. After he was raised from the dead, his disciples remembered that he had said this; and they believed the scripture and the word that Jesus had spoken.


I read a blurb in a recent issue of The Christian Century magazine that told a story about Nadia Bolz-Weber where, after a speech/lecture at the First Baptist Church in Madison Wisconsin, a woman in tears spoke up and explained that she was unable to forgive herself, because she had been told so many times how unforgiveable she was. Nadia Bolz-Weber – the current, coolest Pastor in the ELCA, known as much for her sound theology as she is for her many tattoos and her snarky potty mouth – responded, “Maybe for as many times as you’ve been told that, you need to hear that God is gracious, and merciful, and slow to anger, and abounding in steadfast love, and loves you as you are.” And then Bolz-Weber proceeded to forgive her with something like the words we share every time we make our confession in worship. She said, “…as a called and ordained minister of the church of Christ, and by Christ’s authority, I declare to you the entire forgiveness of all of your sins.” And the people in attendance responded, “Amen.”

In addition to the fact that the First Baptist Church of Madison, Wisconsin, let Nadia Bolz-Weber have the microphone – with all of her tattoos and lady-parts (this is progress, people) – this seemed newsworthy to me, in light of today’s Gospel story.

Because Jesus doesn’t sound like any of those things in this bit from John, chapter two, does he? “Gracious and merciful?” “Slow to anger?” “Abounding in steadfast love?” Not when he’s “cleansing the temple,” anyway, turning over tables, pouring out coins, throwing his weight around, driving out the cattle, the sheep, and the doves, with a whip and raising his voice – if you believe the exclamation marks in the text, anyway.

So first, I want to put some of that into perspective.

One thing it’s helpful to know is that back in Jesus’ day, it was common for things to be sold in and around the Temple. And, because the celebration of Passover was right around the corner, Jews from all over the place were traveling to Jerusalem to celebrate their big holiday. Since it’s difficult to travel with animals and because animal sacrifice was such an important, necessary part of Jewish worship, those who came to Jerusalem often had to buy the animals they were expected to sacrifice, once they made it into the city. All of that is to explain why the Temple looks and sounds and probably smelled, if you can use your imagination, a lot like a barnyard in today’s Gospel story.

And all of that is to explain why Jesus was so fired up, because Jesus was trying to show how things were supposed to be changing for God’s people. See, all those animal sacrifices were old ways of showing devotion, of making confession, of seeking forgiveness, of offering worship to God for Jewish believers. Jesus was trying to show that these Jewish practices of sacrifice – all of this keeping with the old ways and the old laws – weren’t the way to worship anymore. With the arrival of Jesus, the kingdom had come in a new way and the Son of God was what worship was all about. Cattle, sheep and doves weren’t necessary and wouldn’t cut it anyway, anymore as far as sacrifices of repentance or confession or worship were concerned.

Jesus was letting the people of the Temple know they had lost their focus, that Jesus was (and is) the one and only thing on which they should focus their worship and attention. And, even though it’s hard to hear, even though it’s embarrassing to admit, even though it catches us by surprise a lot of the time, Jesus is forever reminding us that he is the one to whom we should direct our attention, still. Jesus’ cleansing of the temple is about Jesus very clearly, very deliberately, very loudly getting our attention and bringing it back to where it belongs.

Which brings me back to Nadia Bolz-Weber and that woman in Wisconsin. Remember, her struggle was that she couldn’t forgive herself, because so many people had told her so many times how unforgiveable she was. She, like so many of us, was looking in all the wrong places, in all the wrong ways for her forgiveness. She might as well have been buying and sacrificing cattle, sheep and doves and expecting to earn God’s forgiveness so she could feel better about herself.

But consider this: nowhere in the Bible is there talk of or encouragement to forgive ourselves. That’s the stuff of modern day psychology and self-help, really. But it’s not Biblical really. In other words, we can’t sacrifice enough cattle, sheep or doves to earn make our forgiveness happen. We can’t pray enough or worship enough or give enough money to justify ourselves. We can’t even feel sad or guilty or remorseful enough to merit our own redemption. And God knows – Jesus knew – that we might kill ourselves, sometimes figuratively, sometimes spiritually, sometimes literally kill ourselves because we couldn’t find the forgiveness we may long for.

Because the truth is, the only ones who can forgive us are the ones our sin offends, in the first place, or The One – God, in Jesus Christ – whose heart breaks whenever our sin does harm in the world around us. Forgiveness for our transgressions just isn’t something we can ever offer or extend to ourselves with any integrity, if we’re honest.

Because for some of us, forgiving ourselves might be too easy, right? We can deny or justify or ignore our sins in any number of ways and go about our lives without the least bit of concern or effort at making amends. Do you know anyone like that?

For others, like the poor woman in Wisconsin, our sins are too many and our shame is so deep, we can’t ever do enough of the hard work of retribution to feel reconciled in our heart of hearts. So to suggest that we need to – or are able to – “forgive ourselves” without including a second party, somehow, would always be incomplete, if not disingenuous and maybe even arrogant, to boot.

So God, in Jesus, offers to be the second party in the equation of our forgiveness. And Jesus shows up to say, “stop trying to do this yourselves. Stop trying to earn this grace. Stop trying to deserve this love. You cannot.” And he says, pretty dramatically in this Gospel story, that he’s done doing the math; that he’s done counting coins or cattle or sheep or doves as a way of doling out forgiveness and mercy and love; and that we should stop that sort of thing, too. And he promises that it must come, this grace and mercy and love and forgiveness – that it will come – that it has come – from God in Jesus Christ.

“Tear down this temple – destroy this body – crucify the very Son of God and you will see what I mean,” Jesus dares them. And because their minds were set on earthly things and on their own efforts in every way, those who were listening to Jesus thought he was talking, literally, about destroying the temple in Jerusalem, which they’d been building for 46 years or so.  Of course, after some Monday morning quarterbacking they – and the rest of us – with our eyes set on heavenly things, instead of on earthly things, know Jesus was talking about his own destruction, his own demise, his own crucifixion that was on the way.

And we are to see now, in that temple’s re-building, by his rising from the dead, through his resurrection Jesus becomes the sacrifice to end all sacrifices. And through him, we see and receive and experience our forgiveness – not through ourselves and not from our Priest or our Pastor either. Our forgiveness comes from the God of our creation. It is complete. It is full. It is more than we can accomplish on our own. And it is enough.

Amen

"Reluctant Wilderness" – Mark 1 9-15

Mark 1:9-15

In those days Jesus came from Nazareth in Galilee and was baptized by John in the Jordan.  And just as he was coming up out of the water, he saw the heavens torn apart and the Spirit descending like a dove on him.  And a voice came from heaven, “You are my Son, the Beloved; with you I am well pleased."

Now the Spirit immediately drove Jesus out into the wilderness.  He was in the wilderness forty days, tempted by Satan; and he was with the wild beasts; and the angels waited on him.  Now after John was arrested, Jesus came to Galilee proclaiming the good news of God, and saying, “The time is fulfilled, and the kingdom of God has come near; repent, and believe in the good news.”


For those of you who know the temptation story of Jesus, you might have noticed that some things are missing from Mark’s version of the story. Mark leaves out some of the juicy details we get in the other Gospels, like when the devil tempts Jesus to turn stones into bread or to leap from the top of the temple to see if God’s angels would save him.

But, even though he doesn’t go into all the details – maybe especially because he neglects the details, but still bothers to mention Jesus’ time in the wilderness – we know something about it matters to Mark’s story.  This struggle with sin.  This dealing with the devil.  This wrestling in the wilderness.  All of it sets the stage, at the beginning of the story as something we’re supposed to notice. And I remember reading once that beginnings and endings matter in Mark’s Gospel.

But before we get into all of that, I want to cut to the chase about the notion of this “wilderness” stuff and what it might mean for you and me. I’d like to connect the experience of Jesus’ proverbial wilderness to whatever it is that finds us lost or lonely or scared or suffering. Let’s let Jesus’ wilderness represent our moments of temptation and trial, too. Let’s liken Jesus struggle in the desert to our own struggles with doubt and despair; our “dark nights of the soul,” if you will, or any of those moments or seasons of our life that make us wonder how or where or if God is everything God is cracked up to be.

That’s why it’s especially meaningful for us to begin our journey to the Cross – to begin this season of Lent – out there in the desert wilderness with Jesus. That’s why this struggle with sin, this dealing with the devil, this wrestling in the wilderness shows up like it does as we begin this Lenten walk to Calvary. And what strikes me as powerful, this time around, is that little bit of this already short version of the story that says the Spirit “immediately drove Jesus out into the wilderness.” Just after Jesus’ baptism, “The Spirit immediately drove him out into the wilderness.”

It reminds me that this was no walk in the park for Jesus, his time in the wilderness. It reminds me of just how human Jesus was. The fact that the Spirit had to drive Jesus into the wilderness, to endure all of that hunger and suffering and struggle and temptation, makes me wonder if Jesus entered into that wilderness with the same sort of reluctance, or hesitation, or fear with which we find ourselves entering into the many, various times or seasons of our faith’s journey that aren’t so easy.

And I love that about Jesus. Maybe it’s odd, but I love to think that maybe he wanted out. I mentioned a couple of weeks ago – when Jesus healed that paralyzed man and sent him off walking – that I like to see Jesus’ super powers. And that’s true. But I like to imagine, too, that Jesus wasn’t striding through life, striding into and through the wilderness of his struggle and temptation, like some super hero; like a boss; like a pompous, over-confident, sure-of-himself sort of Son of God. I’m okay with the notion that Jesus had to be pushed, that he might have passed off the torch of his temptation to the first willing taker, had there been one. And I like this picture of Jesus, because I feel more like that, more often than I’d like to admit.

I like to see that Jesus had to be driven into the wilderness; pushed out into the desert; goaded, against his better judgment, even, into those hard, holy moments of life as he knew it, because isn’t that what it feels like, for us, whenever the hard stuff comes?

When we, or someone we care about is sick, doesn’t it feel like we’re forced into that wilderness of worry against our will? Wouldn’t each of us choose otherwise, if we had the choice? None of us walks willingly into the fear and unknown of serious illness – for ourselves or for those we love – without hesitation, without frustration, and without lots of questions, do we?

And aren’t we driven into the wilderness of grief against our will, just the same? No matter how well-prepared we think we are; no matter how long in coming the death of a loved-one is, for instance, the sadness that comes with such a loss always feels foisted upon us; like a surprise; like a burden we can’t possibly bear; like an unfair, undeserved, indescribable loss.

And the same goes for most, if not all, of life’s struggles. They are forced upon us…we are driven into the difficulty they bring into our lives. Whether it’s sickness or death, relationship struggles, the trials and temptations of addiction, the quest for security with our work, the desert wilderness of those difficult times isn’t somewhere in which we’d choose to spend our time, if we were given the choice, most days.

And in the midst of it all, in the throes of sadness or struggle or whatever, some knucklehead who loves us – some knucklehead we love – might have the nerve to say something like, “God never gives you more than you can handle.” Don’t you hate that? I mean it sounds great, lovely, nice, kind, hopeful, even, stuck to your refrigerator on a magnet, or stitched to a throw pillow, or posted in a Facebook feed … “God never gives you more than you can handle” …

…unless or until you’re driven into the Godforsaken wilderness against your will.

Because I don’t think it’s really true. Because if God actually gives us any of these struggles in the first place (which I don’t believe is the case), they are sometimes more than we can handle. If the Spirit drove Jesus into the wilderness, than the Spirit gave Jesus more than he could handle – out there in the desert duking it out with the devil. But Jesus’ story doesn’t end in the wilderness, and beginnings and endings matter.

See, all of this reluctance and hesitation at the beginning of Mark’s story, remind me of that moment near the end of it all, in the Garden of Gethsemane, just before his arrest and crucifixion. In the garden, Jesus prayed really hard for God to take the cup of his suffering away from him, if he could. He wasn’t striding his way toward the wilderness of the cross like some super hero; like a boss; like a pompous, over-confident, sure-of-himself sort of Savior, anymore than he was wading his way into the wilderness after his baptism. And I’m grateful or that, too.

Because the hope of our faith is that, even though we’re not equal to the task…even though there are times and trials and temptations that really are more than we can handle… we’re never faced with more than God can handle. Even the worst illness; the most difficult struggle; the deepest shame; the greatest sin; the heaviest grief or loss or sadness; is never bigger than God’s grace for our life.

So that’s what the wilderness – and Jesus’ time in the desert – remind me this time around. We’re meant to enter into these days, however reluctantly it may feel, with the hope that we’ll be reminded of and blessed by God’s kind of love and faith and redemption, in the end. So, these forty days of Lent may feel like practice if things are fine and well and good, at the moment. Or these days may feel like a real-time walk in the wilderness, because we’re in the midst of something hard and heavy and beyond our ability to cope right about now.

Either way, because beginnings and endings matter, we’re meant to see – through the story and experience of Jesus, himself – that what begins as fear ends in faith. What begins in despair ends with hope. What begins as sin ends in forgiveness. What begins as death ends in new life. And all of this is God’s doing, not our own. All of this is thanks to God’s amazing grace, not yours or mine. All of this is because, even when we’re up to our necks in more than we can handle; hung out to dry in the desert of our despair; left to wander aimlessly in a seemingly endless wilderness, God never asks us to go it alone.

Amen