Pastor Mark

A Reformation Garden

John 8:31-36

Then Jesus said to the Jews who had believed in him, “If you continue in my word, you are truly my disciples; and you will know the truth, and the truth will make you free.”  They answered him, “We are descendants of Abraham and have never been slaves to anyone.  What do you mean by saying, ‘You will be made free’?”  Jesus answered them, “Very truly, I tell you, everyone who commits sin is a slave to sin.  The slave does not have a permanent place in the household; the son has a place there forever.  So if the Son makes you free, you will be free indeed.”


I came across an old file this week, with an even older story in it, that struck me as particularly relevant for Reformation Sunday. From what I could tell thanks to some help from Google, it was written by a woman named Anne Hѐbert, and was part of a book by an old, recently deceased religion professor from my undergraduate alma mater, which, I suppose is how it ended up in my file of things worth saving. His name was Carl Skrade. This story, called “The Garden,” has been re-written in a couple of different ways it seems, and I have taken a few liberties with it, myself. It goes like this:

In the beginning, there were more than just Adam and Eve. In the beginning, God made a whole bunch of us. He made a whole bunch of us because he wanted us to have a lot of fun, and he said you can’t really have fun unless there’s a whole gang of you. So God put us – all together – in a place called Eden, which was a combination garden and playground and park, and told us to go and have a great time.

At first, we did have fun just as God had planned. We rolled down hills, we waded in streams, we climbed up trees, we swung on vines, we ran in meadows, we frolicked in the woods. We were filled with joy. We laughed a lot. Life was good.

And then the snake slithered his way into Eden with the good news. The snake told us we weren’t having real fun because we weren’t keeping score. Back then, we had no idea what “score” was and even after the snake explained it, we still couldn’t see what was supposed to be so fun about it. But, the snake insisted and said we should give an apple to the person who was best at all the games. Now that sounded like fun and it made sense that keeping score was the only way to know who was best and who, as a result, should get the apple. The reason it sounded fun, was of course, because secretly, we were all sure we were the best.

Things were different after that. We yelled a lot. We argued. We pointed fingers.  And we spent more time making up rules for all of our games and keeping score than we did actually playing. Except for the frolicking – there are no rules for frolicking, which makes it impossible to score – so we just stopped doing that all together.

When God saw what we were up to, God wasn’t happy. God was sad. God was mad. God was wroth with anger – very, very wroth. God said we couldn’t use the  garden anymore because we weren’t having fun. We told God we were having lots of fun and that he was just being narrow-minded because it wasn’t exactly the kind of fun he’d originally thought of. 

God wouldn’t listen.

He kicked us out, and said we couldn’t come back until we stopped keeping score.  To rub it in (“to get our attention,” he said), God told us we were all going to die and that our scores wouldn’t mean anything anyway.

God was wrong. Really, it was life in the garden that didn’t mean anything. Fun is great in its place but without scoring there’s no reason for it. We were lucky to have figured that out. We’re all very grateful to the snake. The end.

It sounds ridiculous, doesn’t it? But it’s a great story. It’s an interesting satire on creation and the garden and what humanity did with the promises God offered.  But it’s ridiculous. No one would admit to being grateful for the snake. No one would suggest you can’t have fun without keeping score. No one would imply that being banished from the garden was a good thing. Or would we?

I think this is a story Martin Luther might have told back in the early days of the Reformation. Luther was trying to get people to realize what we had done with the promises of God. Luther was trying to change the way we – and the Church – looked at life as followers of Jesus. Luther was trying to get us to reconsider the many ways we were making up rules and keeping score and not being true to God’s intention for our lives.

In Luther’s day – back in the 16th Century – people were keeping score with rituals and rules and riches, too. You could pay cash for salvation. You could visit a holy shrine as a way to earn your way into heaven. You could be sure God’s grace was for you by explaining to others why it couldn’t possibly be for them. All of this made Martin Luther sad. It made him mad. Like God, in the Garden, Martin Luther, was wroth with anger – very, very wroth.

And it really wasn’t much different than what was going on in the days of Jesus, either. Just like those who got kicked out of the garden so quickly, the followers of Jesus were screwing up by keeping score, too. The Pharisees were finding fault, the Sadducees were slinging stones and the Scribes were scribbling down their rules. All of it was about who was right and who was wrong; who was earning God’s favor and who was reaping God’s judgment; who was winning with the most points and was losing with the lowest score, you might say.

But God’s rule book is all about getting us back into the garden. And I believe God is more saddened than he is wroth with anger when it comes to our situation. We were always meant to be happy and joyful and fulfilled and free. What Jesus taught us and what Martin Luther reminded us is that grace is ours for the taking. It’s God’s original intention for our lives. Grace is the gift that clears the tote board. Grace levels the playing field. The grace of God evens the score.

Because of grace, we don’t have to hold onto guilt – we can trust in God’s forgiveness, even when we can’t forgive ourselves. Because of grace, we don’t have to bear grudges – we can forgive and forget and move on. Because of grace, we don’t have to compare, we can just be ourselves; we don’t have to play dirty, we can play fair; we don’t have to keep up with the Joneses, we can live within our means. Because of grace we can give with gratitude because we get to, not because we have to. Because of grace we don’t have to be afraid of the future, but we can enjoy the life with which we’ve been blessed.

But this kind of grace is a hard-sell, still, for the people of God, isn’t it? We are still very much about keeping score in almost every realm of our lives, aren’t we? You can’t turn on the TV without being scared by the statistics of this virus, whose numbers are on the rise again. And all of that makes us measure the stock market and worry about 401k’s and bottom lines. Pastors and Church Councils and congregations of all stripes are watching attendance numbers and wringing their hands over the offering plate. In another election like the one overwhelming our nation, again, we are consumed by the polls that have us counting and comparing and losing hair and sleep and friends, sometimes, because of it. We count calories and chemo treatments and lab results and test scores of all kinds. We count birthdays and anniversaries with all kinds of mixed emotions. And we count days, months, minutes, and years since we’ve seen our loved ones last or until we might get to see them again.

It’s exhausting. And all of this counting makes it so easy to lose sight of what has already and will, ultimately, save us, in the end… what will really get us back to the Garden (or back into the household, as Jesus says it this morning)… the Truth that will make us free, I mean.

Several years ago, the Reverend Billy Graham was in Indianapolis for one of his revivals. Before the big event, he held a special, smaller revival just for pastors and church leaders. And I remember a Pastor friend of mine saying that, during a question and answer session, another pastor in the crowd asked Billy Graham what the one thing was that people in the world needed to know.

And Billy Graham said that the one thing people needed to know was this thing about grace. And supposedly, Billy-Freaking-Graham said that Lutherans were the “sleeping giant” of the Christian faith because, if the Lutherans could just unlock and tap into and find out how to best share their foundational understanding of God’s grace, they – WE – LUTHERANS – could change the world.

That is a special charge and a holy responsibility to wonder about on Reformation Sunday, in these days, when the church and the world, still, seem so Hell-bent on keeping score so much of the time.

So let’s remember that God’s grace means to be true freedom in our lives and for the world. And that only by living in it and by sharing it with others will we catch a glimpse of those days we used to know – back in the garden, before anyone tempted us to know otherwise, before we became slaves to the sin of keeping score, and making-believe that we have the right to judge others or the power to save ourselves. The truth is, there is real freedom in acknowledging that we can do neither. And when we start living differently because of this truth, we might just wake the sleeping giant of God’s grace and to let it loose in our lives and for the sake of the world where we live.

Amen

Invited, Welcomed, Wanted

Matthew 22:1-14

Once more Jesus spoke to them in parables, saying: “The kingdom of heaven may be compared to a king who gave a wedding banquet for his son. He sent his slaves to call those who had been invited to the wedding banquet, but they would not come.  Again he sent other slaves, saying, ‘Tell those who have been invited: Look, I have prepared my dinner, my oxen and my fat calves have been slaughtered, and everything is ready; come to the wedding banquet.’ 

But they made light of it and went away, one to his farm, another to his business, while the rest seized his slaves, mistreated them, and killed them. The king was enraged. He sent his troops, destroyed those murderers, and burned their city. Then he said to his slaves, ‘The wedding is ready, but those invited were not worthy. Go therefore into the main streets, and invite everyone you find to the wedding banquet.’  Those slaves went out into the streets and gathered all whom they found, both good and bad; so the wedding hall was filled with guests. 

But when the king came in to see the guests, he noticed a man there who was not wearing a wedding robe, and he said to him, ‘Friend, how did you get in here without a wedding robe?’ And he was speechless. Then the king said to the attendants, ‘Bind him hand and foot, and throw him into the outer darkness, where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.’ For many are called, but few are chosen.


Do you remember how we used to have parties without fear? I mean before COVID-19 pandemics and social distancing and masks and whatnot … when people invited you over for dinner and drinks? When there were Happy Hours and birthday parties and weddings, I mean?

And maybe even long before that, when many of us were kids, maybe, do you remember when being invited meant just about as much as anything in the whole wide world?

I remember when I was in fifth grade and Kira Salisbury had one of the first birthday parties where boys and girls were all invited and only the cool kids were going to be there. (Her parents rented out a hall and a D.J. and everything.) And I remember how, in Junior High, there wasn’t much more important than to know who you were going to show up with at the school dance. In high school it was house parties. In college it was Fraternity and Sorority formals. And after college, like in this morning’s Gospel story, it was weddings.

For anyone who’s ever been invited to be part of something special – and for those who’ve waited for invitations that never came – you know how much weight those invitations can carry sometimes. If your teenage and adolescent years were anything like mine – you might remember feeling more than a little anxious wondering and waiting and hoping to be included, involved, and invited to be part of the fun.

Of course, for those of us who’ve been around the block once or twice, our identity doesn’t hinge so much on the invitations or ideas or impressions of others the way that it may have at one time. But, as uncomfortable as the prospect may be, I’d like to put us back into that frame of mind again, if we can; back to those days of waiting and wondering and hoping you’d be included. Because I think that’s the frame of mind Jesus wants us to have as we hear his parable of the wedding banquet this morning.

There’s a king throwing a wedding banquet for his son. To his embarrassment, his invitations were insultingly rejected. He’d pulled out all the stops – his oxen and best calves had been prepared for the meal, all of his honored guests and closest friends had been invited – he was the King, after all – but no one seemed to care. Those who were invited made light of the invitations and found better things to do.

But the party had to go on, so the king sent his slaves into the streets with the invitation. Now, anyone and everyone who wanted, was allowed into the banquet. And anyone and everyone showed up. And, much like today, there were expectations in the days of Jesus for what you should wear – or not – to a wedding reception. In some cases, it’s believed that the host would even provide the appropriate attire for those who showed up without it. (I think that still happens at certain fancy restaurants or snooty country clubs – a loner jacket or a tie to borrow is kept in the coat room for the schmuck who shows up, under-dressed, for dinner.) Well, there was one under-dressed schmuck at the king’s wedding – maybe he showed up without his mask – and when he couldn’t offer up a good excuse for it, the king gave him the boot.

And as usual, Jesus’ parable means to share something much more important and meaningful than anything about a birthday party or the school dance or even the biggest and the best of royal weddings. Jesus is talking about God’s invitation to his chosen people and about what it means to see themselves as just exactly that – God’s chosen people; as the ones invited, first, to the best party in town.

Because apparently, some in Israel didn’t get it. (And Jesus was a Jew, remember, speaking to his brothers and sisters in the faith, so he could say things a little more pointedly, or even harshly, than just anybody would, could, or should, to his fellow Jews.) So he was saying they mistook God’s “invitation” for a “backstage pass.” That they came to see themselves as guests from the A-list and all others as B-, C-, D- listers, or worse. That they were blessed to have received the invitation in the first place, but forgot about their call to be a blessing because of it. That they were treating the party of their salvation like it was “by invitation only” and they were the ones who had started making up the guest list – instead of leaving that up to God.

So, in his parable of the wedding banquet, Jesus means to remind them that even though they had been invited to the feast, they were the ones neglecting the invitation. God had given them all that they needed – the law, a land, second chance after second chance, the promise of a Messiah – but they had closed their eyes and their minds and their hearts to what God was offering them, in the coming of Jesus.

And in making his point, Jesus suggests that God’s salvation, God’s forgiveness, God’s grace and mercy and hope for eternity is something not just for the Jews, any longer, but for everybody. It’s what the slaves in the parable were offering when they hit the streets – sharing the invitation with whoever would receive it; to the Jews and the Gentiles; to the saints and the sinners; to anyone and everyone who would hear and receive what God was offering.

And that’s where the Jews of Jesus’ day would have said you and I make our way into the picture. We’re the “anyone and everyone” from out there in the streets who were invited to the party after the others didn’t show. We’re the ones who’ve heard the story second-hand and who get to belly up to the banquet table, even though we might have been on the “B-List.”

But let’s not get too comfortable. The Jews of Jesus’ day aren’t the only ones he’s calling to stop and take a look in the mirror. We’re all called to see ourselves in this parable, too – as those who neglect, reject, ignore, and take for granted, sometimes, God’s invitation more often than we’d like to admit it. We might even be that schmuck, sometimes, who shows up without dressing for the occasion.

And Jesus wasn’t talking about wedding robes or dress codes or fashion sense at all. I think he was inviting us to consider whether we cover ourselves with righteousness and joy and with new ways of being that let the world know we’ve received our invitation, that we’ve showed up for the party, and that we’re glad to be here. Jesus is inviting us to change the way we live in the world because we’re abundantly grateful for God’s grace for our sake. Jesus is inviting us to change, not our clothes – but to transform our minds – and our lives – so others will see and know that our very souls have been changed by the waters of our baptism, given to us in the first place, by the God who’s planned the banquet.

And I believe this is where our adolescent longing for acceptance and inclusion stands to teach us something as we sit here this morning.

Those times when we wanted nothing more than to be invited and to know we would be welcome and feel included … do you remember those days? Well, I believe we’re surrounded by so many – too many – who feel that way, still, about life in the Church, inclusion in the Kingdom, and welcome into the grace and love and redemption of God.

And what Jesus’s parable reminds me this morning, is to be grateful for, and humble about the invitation we’ve already received. Because when we do, when we are clothed in joy, and gratitude, and humility – thankful to be invited and glad someone made room for us at the banquet – we will be inspired to return that blessing and we will welcome, make room, and make way for more of God’s children to join us for the party.

Amen