Monday, March 25, 2019

Sermon: Repent and live (March 24, 2019)


Lent 3C
March 24, 2019
Luke 13:1-13

INTRODUCTION
         “Repent or perish.” This is the heading you will see in you look up today’s Gospel reading in your Bible. It is not the most comfortable message for us to hear, yet here we are, halfway through Lent, and we are told today in no uncertain terms that it is an important one. Repent or perish.
         If you don’t like that message, you might be drawn, as I am, to some of the more comforting images in the readings we’re about to hear. Isaiah offers an abundant feast, freely given by a gracious God. The Psalm reflects in beautiful poetry on finding sustenance and safety in the shadow of God’s wings – not unlike the mother hen image for God that we heard last week. Paul reminds us in Corinthians of all the times God has brought God’s people safely through danger, adding that “God is faithful!” Yes, these are all images I prefer!
         And yet in each of these readings, we will also hear that same refrain: repent or perish. Turn away from that which does not give life, and turn toward that which does: that same faithful, comforting, sheltering, providing God. So as tempting as it may be to listen for the most comforting images, I urge you as you listen today, to listen for that “repent or perish” theme, the words in Scripture that are urging us not to stay the way we are, but to change our ways so that we might have life. Let’s listen.
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Our bulletin cover, drawn by one of our youth, Gabi P.

In the wake of yet another horrific shooting, this time in two mosques in New Zealand, the world is once again asking the question: how did this happen? We wonder on a practical level (is it access to guns, mental illness, white supremacy, racism or Islamophobia, the media), and perhaps more troublingly, we wonder on a theological level: why does God allow things like this to keep happening? We desperately want to figure out what or who is to blame, so that we can come to some understanding about it. If we can name a reason, it doesn’t seem quite so scary or insurmountable.
But these efforts to understand never do much good for increasing love and decreasing hate. One of the more damaging ways we sometimes come up with to make sense of things, is to assume that whoever is suffering must have done something to deserve it. I remember after Hurricane Katrina, there was a pastor who said on national news that the hurricane was God’s punishment for a gay rights parade that was being planned in New Orleans. There is a lot wrong with this, and no matter your feeling on gay rights, I hope this theology makes us all uncomfortable! I know it does me! God doesn’t hate all the same people we do, and then punish them extremely. Ours is a God of love, not hate and punishment! It troubles me on a personal level, but it also troubles me on a broader level, because that theology makes it too easy to blame the victim, to point fingers, to say, “Well that person had it coming. She deserved it.” And as soon as we point the finger at someone else, it becomes easier to let ourselves off the hook.
Or maybe, if we look a little more deeply, pointing the finger and blaming the victim makes it easier to ignore our own responsibility in a difficult reality. If it’s someone else’s fault, it can’t be ours! Or maybe, it helps us ignore the question that is really nagging at our hearts: “Will God – or is God already – punishing me for something? Is that why I’m suffering like I am right now?”
         Assuming suffering is punishment for sin seems like such an easy answer to a difficult situation – but complex problems never have easy solutions. And this particular easy answer leads us down a troubling path. Applied to other people’s suffering, it only leads to blame and hate and fear. It gives us all the more reason to hate and disregard the “other,” because we can write them off with, “Well, they just got what was coming to them.” Applied to our own suffering, it leads to self-loathing and hopelessness, to a sense that we are not worth much to God. Either way, the possibility of God punishing us according to the severity of our sins is never a path that leads to life.
         Thankfully, Jesus puts the kibosh on this theology straightaway. He mentions a couple of recent calamities of the day: one in which Pilate slaughtered some Galileans while they were presenting their offerings, and one in which a tower, a part of the Temple, crumbled, killing 18 people who were standing below. Horrifying tragedies, which the people are trying to make some sense of. We can relate – each week seems to bring another mass shooting, another natural disaster, another plane crash, and each time we scramble to make sense of them, blaming this religion, or that law, or those people. That tendency is just as true in our personal lives, where we and our loved ones are faced with challenging diagnoses, sudden deaths, and losses that turn life on its head, and leave us wondering, “What did I do to deserve this?” It’s no surprise that the people in Jesus’ time are concerned about these tragedies; we have felt the same way!
         But Jesus takes each one of them and says, “You think that was punishment for sin? It wasn’t, I assure you! These people’s sin was no less or greater than anyone else’s.”
At first I am relieved to hear it. But then I am once again troubled: if not that, Jesus, then why? Why this trauma? I expect him to go on and explain – after all, the question of the origin and reason for suffering is the question every major religion tries to answer! What a great opportunity for him to take that question head on! But instead of giving us a reason that will help us sleep at night, Jesus offers us this: “But unless you repent, you will all perish like they did.”
         Come again, Jesus? This is your explanation for suffering? That we’d better buck up if we don’t want to end up like these unfortunate people? I’m not sure I like this theology any better!
         But then Jesus goes on – and in this strange little parable of the fig tree is where we hear a word of grace. A fig tree has been barren, a waste of the soil it’s planted in. The landowner, being an efficient man, tells the gardener to tear it out. The gardener, though, sees its potential. “Give it another year,” he says. “I’ll tend to it and give it some extra help, and next year, I think, it will be better. If not, then you can cut it down.”
         I admit when I first read this, I wasn’t sure if this was good news or not. My first inclination is to assume we are meant to be the fig trees who are not bearing fruit, and God is the landowner wanting to be rid of us. That would fit with the punishing God so prevalent in the Old Testament, the one Paul refers to today in his letter to the Corinthians. To me, even as someone who thrives under a deadline, hearing an ultimatum like, “You’ve got one year to buck up or get out,” does not make me feel loved by God. And, it still makes me feel like if I suffer, it is my own fault.
         But the beauty of parables is that there is not just one way to interpret them, and often if you just turn it a little and look at it from a different angle, you can get a completely different meaning. So try this: instead of the angry landowner being God, ready to do away with us, perhaps the landowner is all the voices in our head telling us that we deserve the suffering we have been given. It’s all that negative self-talk. God, then, becomes the compassionate gardener, the one who is certain that, if given more time and some TLC, even this worthless, waste-of-soil fig tree (a.k.a. you and I) can be well and bear fruit, and find the life that comes after the hard work of repentance.
         Suddenly, our hopeless, blame- and fear-inducing theology of sin and punishment becomes a theology of grace and compassion, a life of faith in which there is hope for the hopeless, in which God does care for us and in fact, actively works to bring us back into God’s loving embrace. Now, Jesus’ declaration of the need to repent becomes not a threat, but a way forward, a way out of hopelessness. It is no longer, “Repent or die,” but rather, “Repent, and live! Repent, and find a path to life, a path to God! Repent, and turn away from all those things that were holding you back, keeping you from living into abundant life in Christ.”
         Repentance is also not an easy answer, of course. For it requires a good hard look at your heart, and seeing what might be growing in there that you hadn’t seen before can be a shock.
I admit that, despite my best efforts, my children’s various sippy cups always seem to end up with some mold in places I can’t get clean. I’ll be washing dishes when suddenly, “Ah man!” How did I miss this?? It occurred to me: what if my heart is like that? What if I started pulling back some pieces and disassembling the nice clean exterior to reveal those hidden, hard to reach places – I’d probably see that there’s something growing in there, that I wasn’t even aware of, that is making me sick, that contaminates every swallow I try to take. Something that is keeping me from enjoying a life of fullness in the grace of God.
         “Repent, or you will perish,” Jesus says. And now I believe him. Because without taking that good, hard look at our own hearts, and asking Jesus, as we do during Lent, to “create in us clean hearts,” we will go on suffering until we perish, because our hearts – moldy and grimy from all the pain and suffering we have endured – taint and contaminate the way we see life. Repent, Jesus advises, and come out with clean hearts. Repent, and your barrenness will become fruitfulness.
         And the best news of all? Jesus is there, with us and for us. He is that gardener, tending the soil around our roots, nourishing it and making sure it is getting all that it needs to be fruitful. He is the gardener, pleading for another chance for us, speaking up to all those voices that would love to tear us down, and assuring instead that we will, eventually, blossom and bear fruit – assuring us that, with Jesus’ loving touch, there will be new life.
         Let us pray… God our gardener, tend the soil of our hearts. Help us to see what prevents us from growing closer to you. Help us to rid our hearts of that which keeps us from bearing fruit, so that we may continue our walk toward your cross, and toward the new life that you bring to us. In the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

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