Humble Pie with a Cherry on Top – Luke 15:1-10

I was served a big heaping slice of humble pie this week. I’m still chewing on it.

This week we started a new study here at Cross of Grace exploring the parables under the guidance of Amy Jill-Levine, a Jewish professor of New Testament at a Christian seminary. Her book, Short Stories by Jesus, is an attempt to uncover the original context of parables that Jesus told. She peels off the layers of 2,000 years of Christian interpretation and attempts to reveal the message that the original Jewish audiences who gathered around Jesus would have heard.

It’s not an easy read, both in terms of its dense intellectual prose as well as the author’s clear argument that much of what we’ve heard Christian ministers preach about these parables is too-often misguided. Which is to say, much of what I’ve been preaching about these parables is too-often misguided.

And so, in front of you today I’d like to say, “My bad.” 

  • My bad – for basing much of my messages on assumptions about the purpose and context of the parables that I failed to critically evaluate;
  • My bad – for unwittingly perpetuating stereotypes that Jewish people were ignorant of truth, perpetrators of injustice, and void of any religious and spiritual authenticity and beauty (as if the first 3/4 of the Bible was meaningless;
  • My bad – for so often reducing the parables to stories that accomplish little more than to make us feel good about ourselves and the love that God has for us. The truth is that Jesus’ parables serve to identify and convict the parts of us that need to die while also filling us with hope that God will help us change.

My bad. 

Buoyed by this new outlook, and the taste of that humble pie still lingering in my mouth, I set to work exploring the assigned gospel text for today, what we commonly refer to as the parable of the prodigal son. This parable found in the Gospel of Luke is the third in a series of parables, beginning with Jesus’ parable of the lost sheep, followed by the parable of the lost coin. As I explored the first two parables, I realized that God had given me something to say about the first two parables. So, today I’m stopping short of the third parable and, instead, bringing a message about sheep, coins, and the things we’ve lost.

Luke 15:1-10

Now all the tax collectors and sinners were coming near to listen to him. And the Pharisees and the scribes were grumbling and saying, "This fellow welcomes sinners and eats with them." 

So he told them this parable: "Which one of you, having a hundred sheep and losing one of them, does not leave the ninety-nine in the wilderness and go after the one that is lost until he finds it? When he has found it, he lays it on his shoulders and rejoices. And when he comes home, he calls together his friends and neighbors, saying to them, "Rejoice with me, for I have found my sheep that was lost.' Just so, I tell you, there will be more joy in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who need no repentance. 

"Or what woman having ten silver coins, if she loses one of them, does not light a lamp, sweep the house, and search carefully until she finds it? When she has found it, she calls together her friends and neighbors, saying, "Rejoice with me, for I have found the coin that I had lost.' Just so, I tell you, there is joy in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner who repents.'

The parables of the lost sheep and lost coin are virtually the same. In each story, a person of considerable wealth has amassed a collection of something and finds that one is missing – one sheep out of 100, one silver coin out of 10. 

It’s worth pointing out that the lost sheep didn’t wander off out of spite or in search of more fulfilling employment; the lost coin didn’t roll away because it felt unappreciated or neglected. Rather, in each case, it was the owner’s negligence that led to the thing being lost.

We might be tempted to think that a shepherd with 99 sheep is still in pretty good shape – a flock of 99 is essentially as valuable as a flock of 100. Likewise, take a casual glance at a handful of change and you’d be hard pressed to identify the difference between 9 or 10 coins. Plus, whether a person has 9 silver coins or 10, he or she is still wealthier than anyone who would have heard Jesus tell this parable! 

But the point of these parables of Jesus is for people who have been entrusted with resources, talents, and relationships, each and every one matters. Thou shall not be content with anything less than the complete set (which, I admit, sounds like a slogan that could be used at Toys-R-Us, but I believe it’s true nonetheless).

Each parable concludes with the owner going to extraordinary and unprecedented lengths to recover the lost item. Once found, an extraordinary and unprecedented celebration involving the whole community ensues. 

The parables of the lost sheep and the lost coin are ultimately a call for each of us to take the time to count and honor the blessings we have received. The parables are a warning against taking anything or anyone for granted. And the parables give us permission to share our joy when we have the good fortune of finding something we thought was gone forever. 

Maybe this is how you’ve always understood these parables, and I’m not saying anything new to you; but I certainly had a different understanding of these parables ’til now. I’ve heard these parables countless times before and assumed I was the lost one – one sheep out of 100, one coin out of 9, one Christian out of a couple million – and that no matter how far I ran away from God, the Lord would always bring me back to the flock…or the piggybank. 

That’s a message that gives me a warm fuzzy feeling and certainly praises God for the unconditional love we all receive; but it also completely absolves me of any responsibility for myself or others. 

Consider how the message changes when we let the parable convict us – when we start to see ourselves as the ones who have lost something. Now the responsibility rests on us. 

Do you have all your blessings accounted for? Or have you misplaced one and didn’t even realize it?

  • What about your silver coins? Are you wasting your money on purchases that serve no ultimate purpose and fail to benefit anyone?
  • What about your talents? Do you have a God-given ability or passion that could benefit others, but you haven’t carved out the time, energy, or resources to put it to use?
  • What about your sheep? Do you really know how each one of your friends is doing? Or do you see their picture on Facebook, click “like,” and feel like you’ve done your part to sustain that friendship? 

It’s hard to admit we would be so cold, distant, self-absorbed, or afraid that we wouldn't even realize that we were missing something of great value to us. It’s just as hard to do the work of looking for the thing we’ve misplaced. It’s harder, still, to trust that the thing we’ve misplaced would even want to have anything to do with us once we find it again.

This happens to me ALL. THE. TIME. And I finally heard this parable in a way that calls me out on it.

For example, I could list a top ten of my “best” friends – the ones who have made a huge impact in my life, whose friendship I cherish so much – and I kid you not, for more than five of those top ten, I have spoken to that person face-to-face, over the phone, or even sent an email only once or in many cases, zero times, in the past year. I’ll also admit, this happens as a pastor, also. I too often take you for granted, assuming you’ll let me know if you need me; reluctant to reach out fearing being seen as intrusive or worse dismissed as unnecessary.

Back when I thought of myself as the lost one about whom the parables spoke (that is, five days ago) I would say, “They know our friendship is important. Once we get back together it will be just like old times…we’ll pick up right where we left off. I’ll just keep to myself over here, away from everything. I’m busy, after all. They’ll come find me when they need me, just like God will come find me.

Now I hear this parable as an indictment. Now, the parable is personal, and I hear it like this:

There was a man who had, at last count according to Facebook, 486 friends. The man took the presence and emotional wellbeing of most of those friends for granted. He didn’t know that dozens of those friends were dealing with depression, several more were dealing with crippling life circumstances, almost half neither felt nor sought any connection with God, and many had celebrated important life-giving milestones, of which the man was unaware. 

So, like I said…humble pie; but it’s humble pie with a cherry on top!

The good news is that the parable concludes with the man with 486 Facebook friends going out and seeking to have real, authentic, life-giving conversations with the people he let slip through his fingers. There is so much joy at the reestablishment of relationship, that the joy permeates the man’s actions and spreads to others. 

I’d be a poor example if I told you that I feel the parable convicting me, but I went back to business as usual, without making any concerted effort to right the wrongs I had been committing. I’m happy to say that in the past week I have taken it upon myself to reach out to my friends to let them know how important they are to me. It’s been a holy, humbling, and profoundly happy experience. 

That’s my story. What’s yours? What have you lost? What ought you take the time to count? Who has wandered away from you? What will you do to get them back?

Take the time to answer these questions.

Take the time to seek out what you've lost.

Just make sure you let me know when you find them; because I love a good party.

 

Amen.

FAITH5 – Talking as a Faith Practice

Wednesdays in Lent we are exploring thefaith practice called FAITH5 – a nightly routine in which families gather to SHARE highs and lows, READ scripture, TALK about how scripture informs their lives, PRAY for one another, and BLESS each other.


"Talking as a Faith Practice" –
a Lenten message by Gayle Beebe

I believe it was my destiny to stand here and “talk” about “talking as a faith practice”. Let me explain. When I was a kid, my report cards had comments like: “Gayle is a good student, but is very talkative in class”, or “I enjoy having Gayle in class, but she tends to talk - a lot - to whomever is sitting by her”. I should probably also mention the numerous recesses I missed because of my talking - my 5th grade BFF, Barb Goodlove and I had a lot of really important things to talk about. I also submit for evidence, the “polite” conversations I had with my teachers in the hallway, discussing my talking. I also tortured my high school band director with my constant talking...in the front row...right in front of him…I had no shame. So, I would like to formally, and publicly, apologize to my high school band director, Mr. Jean, for all of my incessant talking. In my defense, every day I had the goal to make my fellow flute player friend, Jenny Hainline, laugh - because she was far too serious. (Meaning - she was a good student.)

Now, I would like to think all of that talking in my youth was in preparation for this evening as I talk about “talking” as a faith practice. Faith5 practices suggests “talking” as a faith practice in the home, with the whole family.

My family sits at the dinner table every night - we share our highs and lows, open the Bible, and then share verses to discuss how they relate, and speak, to our highs and lows. Dinner is a fantastic, and peaceful, time of reflection and learning.

Oh, how I would love to say this is an actual thing I’ve experienced, but this does not happen at the Beebe house. In fact, this idyllic dinner scene seems like something out of a movie...this is nothing like real life...or, at least, nothing like my real life, right now.

Sharing highs and lows at the dinner table is a great idea. And then, connecting those highs and low with scriptures seems like a logical step to grow and strengthen faith. But, this would imply that my family is sitting at the dinner table together...or, even home at the same time for dinner!

I would love to stand here and tell you that I would give this one Faith5 practice a solid shot, but perhaps it’s the season of my life with two teenage sons involved in activities, and two full-time working parents that prevents this from becoming reality. I need something that doesn’t require me to add on another task. I need faith practices that fit into the motion of my life. I need something doesn’t make me feel like I’m a failure.

I think “talking” as a family faith practice is important, but I don’t think it’s always as easy, or convenient, as “sitting around the dinner table.” I would also like to think that the faith practice of talking could present itself in different ways - ways that may not really involve actual talking, but say a lot. More like “non-traditional” talking.

Perhaps it is saying a prayer together waiting in the drop off line of cars at school, as I did with my boys. Or, it’s talking about the Sunday morning sermon and sharing perspectives while you’re at the store. Maybe talking about favorite Bible verses, and why they’re your favorite. Or, even the classic, “What would Jesus do?”.

I would also like to think of my family consisting of more than just the people that live in the house on Prairie Court.

You see, I’ve had cause to reflect on family and faith these days following my husband’s diagnosis with tonsil cancer, and here some ways I’ve witnessed some non-traditional talking faith practice:

  • My friend, Christa texting me during Steve’s initial diagnosis and biopsy; and, even this morning, celebrating the final week of treatment
  • Pastor Mark sitting with me in the surgery center and just talking
  • One of Steve’s student’s parent, who happens to be a nurse, coming into ER to talk and pray with Steve and I
  • A fellow bell ringer, Paula emailing me words of support as a fellow caregiver
  • My sister spending time with boys while we were at the hospital, in the ER, on Valentine’s Day
  • Elise Barrett asking Steve how he was doing, while her own husband was at the end of his battle with cancer
  • My friend, Barb talking and texting about medical tests and treatments
  • Hearing my own husband’s name in the prayer of the day
  • Steve’s students asking about him, making posters of support, balloon animals, t-shirts

And, numerous people bringing us food, sending us cards, supplying our pockets with gift cards, and giving out lots of hugs...and, even more prayers!

All of these “talking” examples are meaningful and powerful demonstrations of faith to me, and my family.

But, I’d like to think there’s even more to this “talking” faith practice...and that’s listening. I look to my own children to learn a thing or two about listening. You heard right, I’ve learned something about listening from my two sons, Joel - 17, and Mitchell - 14.

My oldest son, Joel, was the one who taught me how to listen...not because he was a great listener, mind you; but, because he challenged me to listen to things that were hard to hear. When Joel was in 8th grade he told me, and his dad, that he didn’t believe in God. He was finishing up a middle school career that was rough, to say the least. He explained his non-belief saying, “A good God wouldn’t put people on this earth who would hurt me like this.”

Ugh.

This was hard to hear, but it was important for me to stop talking at that point, and just listen to Joel. I listened...for years, by the way, to Joel explain his viewpoints (many I didn’t understand or agree with) and he answered my questions. We had some really great conversations about faith, God, the Bible, and just religion in general. Not all of those conversations were comfortable, but because I listened more, and talked less, I heard his honest story.  I grew to understand his feelings, and worked hard to respect his faith journey. By that I mean, I had to shut up and listen (not something I’m really good at), and let him talk through, and think through, his faith journey. Secretly, there were many times I wanted to strangle him and pop his head off for the stupid things he would say. But, I digress. Taking the time, and exerting the effort to understand Joel’s faith story played an important part in developing our mother and son relationship.

Reflecting on those difficult, uncomfortable conversations I had with Joel makes me think about conversations Jesus had with all the believers and non-believers of his day. Jesus had some pretty uncomfortable conversations with his disciples - usually challenging them to think and feel differently. Jesus listened to other people’s stories, felt their pain, and in many cases healed them. Jesus didn’t just connect with people in his “family”, or people he was comfortable with, he took his message out to the world. And, I think that’s the real “talking” faith practice Jesus wants us to do.

Jesus challenges us to TALK! Not just to our families, at home and here at church, but out in the world where the safety net is gone. Respectful, meaningful, and authentic conversations about what it means to be a follower of Jesus. But, before we can have the confidence and comfortability of talking out into the world, perhaps we need to do some talking here first. Practice before performance, if you will. Talking and listening to one another to understand one another. Grow patience. Grow empathy. Strengthen relationships. Prepare for the world outside.

So, perhaps we start by doing this “talking”, and “listening”, faith practice even more here at Cross of Grace, and share our personal faith story with each other. What would our relationships look like if we each shared our faith story? How would our Sunday morning greetings change if we knew one another’s faith story?

What would you say differently to me if you knew I started going to church by myself when I was 11? Knowing this probably gives you insight into why I volunteered to teach middle and high school Sunday school, and lead the youth group for so many years.

Would you think of me differently if I told you I wasn’t baptized until I was 14, and no one in my biological family was there to witness it? Knowing that part of my story would help you understand why I get teary-eyed when I see an older kid or adult get baptized. I was that kid.

We do so many great things here at Cross of Grace, and I love that we challenge ourselves to spread our arms and hearts and wallets beyond these walls. But, what would it look like if we, as partners in mission, strengthened our “partnerships” by TALKING more about our faith stories? Listening to each other’s fears, doubts, triumphs, and blessings. Knowing each other’s strengths and weakness, and loving each other, not in spite of those weaknesses, but because of them. And, wouldn’t we be better prepared? Prepared to go out into the world to share our story, listen to another person’s story, share the story of Jesus, and love each other as Jesus loves us.

Amen.