Thursday, June 29, 2017

Matthew 10:24-39 "Your Mission, Should You Choose To Accept It...."

         It all started off so simply.  Perhaps you remember:  Jesus walking by the docks on the shore of the Sea of Galilee early in the morning.  The fishermen, just returned with their nighttime catch, mending their nets in preparation for the next evening’s haul. 
         He called out to a couple of them – Simon Peter and Andrew, James and John who were the sons of Zebedee.  “Come, come with me, and I will make you fish for people.”  He did the same in the market place later in the day when the shops and bazaar had opened for business.  He strode into the offices of Matthew the tax collector and Judas Iscariot the accountant.  “Come.  Come and follow me.”
         Each one of the men dropped everything.  Maybe it was the sense of adventure that all-of-a-sudden permeated the air around them.  Perhaps it was only the gnawing need to be doing something new. 
         It could have been his tone of voice or the words he spoke or just the look in his eye that drew them away from their wives and fathers and their childhood friends to form something new – a community with a different family and different friends and, best of all, a family that they were absolutely certain had God at its head. 
         Hanging out with Jesus turned out to be a fun and adventurous experience too.  They did a lot of walking, but they also attended weddings, one in particular with the best wine any of them had ever tasted.  They watched Jesus heal the sick and the lame and offer hope to the homeless and the indigent.  They parted the crowds when too many people were milling around, so he could pass by more easily, and they tried to keep the lepers at bay (though often unsuccessfully). 
         They listened to him preach and shouted out a hearty “Amen” every once in a while from the back pew to help him emphasize a particular point.  They cheered when he performed something akin to a miracle.  Once they distributed a young boy’s lunch to a crowd of at least 5000 people on a hillside, and, lo and behold, they ended up with 12 baskets of leftovers to drop off at the local food pantry. 
         They made sure he had a roof over his head at night.  Andrew did most of the shopping, and Judas kept the books.  That Judas!  He could be a bit stingy, but they always had fresh, local, organically grown food. Evenings were particularly special when they sat around a campfire, poking sticks into the coals and listening as he told them stories about the Kingdom of God, which was, they learned quickly, the way life should be. 
         With Jesus, they imagined the incongruity of tiny mustard seeds growing into trees large enough for the birds to make nests in.  They pictured in their mind’s eye pearls of great value.  They thought what it would be like to be a lost sheep found or a ne’er-do-well son welcomed home.  They imagined themselves to be grapevines, connected to one another and to God in strong and nourishing ways. 
         All in all, it was a good life – until that day when everything changed.  It happened after breakfast when they were enjoying a second cup of coffee and talking quietly amongst themselves. Jesus cleared his throat.  That was a sign that he had something important to say.  All twelve of them stopped chatting and listened intently, waiting for Jesus to outline the day’s activities. 
         However, Jesus did not present the daily calendar.  Instead he told them flat out that their training time was over.  Now the work of ministry needed to begin because there was no time to lose. 
         The poor were getting poorer, and the rich continued to make millions off their golf courses, hotels, and other global investments. The inequities were getting worse and not better, and with the rising cost of healthcare, well, healing – and even raising the dead - was an important task.
         “So I am sending you out into the world because I cannot do it all alone,” he proclaimed.  “I need you to be my hands and feet out there.  Change will come much more quickly if we all are ministering, and everyone is not just depending on me – or figuring that God will work it all out somehow.” 
         He continued by telling them, “This is your mission - should you choose to accept it.  Go to the lost and the confused. Tell them that the kingdom is here. Bring health to the sick. Raise the dead. Touch the untouchables. Kick out the demons.”
         The twelve of them were shocked by this unlikely spur-of-the-moment declaration.  They had not been expecting this at all – actually having to work rather than just being a “hail fellow, well met” glad hander and cheerleader for Jesus.
        But they were not nearly as shocked as when they heard all his instructions.  In a nutshell, he declared in no uncertain terms that their ministry (if you wanted to call it that), their ministry would not be a bed of roses.
         First off, he expected them to share their beliefs in public no less.  How did he put it?  “Stand up for me against world opinion…What I tell you in the dark, speak in the daylight; what is whispered in your ear, proclaim from the roofs.”  Well, that was a lot to ask, don’t you think?
         Moreover, he told them outright that the world needed to hear their voices.  Just a single voice could make a difference. How did he put it?  “Don’t be bluffed into silence by the threats of bullies…..don’t be intimidated by all this bully talk.”  He expected them to put themselves out there.  Well, they had not bargained for that!
         And then he talked about their relationship with their own flesh and blood. “I’ve come to cut—make a sharp knife-cut between son and father, daughter and mother, bride and mother-in-law—cut through these cozy domestic arrangements and free you for God.
Well-meaning family members (not to mention neighbors and co-workers) can be your worst enemies.”  Mom?  Dad?  Cousin Ed?  Great-Aunt Martha?  Free them from God? What was he implying?
         Jesus summed up his disturbing instructions this way:  “Don’t think I’ve come to make life cozy.”  That was the gist of it. 
         Well, none of the twelve had signed up for any of this.  This ministry business – done right – would be downright hard work – much more than sitting in the back of the synagogue every week, singing in the choir, or even dishing up gravy in a supper line. 
         So that was it!  Making s’mores over an open fire and listening to stories was nice, but feeding the hungry was more important.  Intellectually understanding about the kingdom of God through those wonderful tales he told was a start, but actively seeking and working for this dream God had for the world was what really being his follower meant.
         They were all pretty stunned by the expectations.  No doubt about that!  Needless to say there was a fair amount of hemming and hawing and avoiding eye contact with him and becoming particularly fascinated by the small stones on ground and the ants crawling about.
         And just when the first of them was about to say, “Forget it!  This ministry business is not for me”, Jesus spoke up one more time. 
         “Don’t be afraid,” he said.  “Trust that not only have I prepared you well, but trust that you will never minister alone.  God will always be with you, giving you the strength you need to speak out and the courage you require to stand up to all who bully you or just laugh and tell you that you are out of touch with the times.”
         The twelve reflected on that profound final message for a moment or two.  It had such a ring of truth to it.  As they pondered its meaning for them, they gazed at a couple of small brown birds hunting for seeds on the ground just over there.
         “See those sparrows?”  Jesus continued.  “Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside of God’s care.  God’s eye is on the sparrow, and you should trust that God watches over you too.”
         Peter sighed just then and ran his grubby fingers with the bitten off fingernails (a bad habit since childhood), ran them through his jet-black hair.  Jesus smiled and gently finished up.  “And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered.  So don’t be afraid; you are worth more in God’s sight than many sparrows – and a million hairs.” 
         And all twelve of them – Peter, Andrew, James, John, Philip, Bartholomew, Thomas, Matthew, the other James, Thaddeus, Simon, and Judas – made a decision right then and there.  Knowing now that they would never walk alone and knowing that God loved them, they took the plunge and decided to continue on this always new and always adventurous, albeit bound to be difficult, journey of faith.
         The Gospel writer of Matthew sure makes this ministry business sound like a dangerous mission.  And much of the language he uses is quite apocalyptic.  However, such language is merely a reflection of the era in which he wrote and the audience he addressed.  You see, it was a time of serious Christian persecution, unlike today when we have gone to great extremes to acculturate the Gospel message. 
         However, though we are unlikely to face martyrdom and in spite of our efforts at domesticating the Gospel, every day each one of us is thrown into situations where we must make a hard choice about whether we truly can claim the name of Christian.  On a hot day, do you give the woman on the street corner with the homeless sign a bottle of Gatorade that you carry in your car?  Do you carry Gatorade for just this purpose? 
Do you even make eye contact with her, thereby acknowledging her existence?  Do you smile before the light turns green?
         As religion professor Richard Swanson noted: "Just for the moment, imagine that the Bible is more substantial and interesting than a greeting card. Imagine that biblical stories are more challenging than uplifting, that they give life by provoking their audiences out of their dogmatic slumbers.  Surely this troublesome passage (he goes on to say) means much more than simply, "Love God a lot" (and go to church every Sunday unless something better is going on).  That is asking a lot.  Are we ready for it?
         This passage – like so many others in our four Gospels – calls us to action by inviting us to embrace the same mission that the Twelve took on.  These verses call us to speak out on behalf of those the world has chewed up and spat out.  They call us to challenge our politicians in Augusta and in Washington to represent the needs of the down-and out. Have you been in touch with Susan Collins about how you think she should vote on the Senate healthcare bill or your state legislature about the current budget crisis? This passage calls us to intentionally decide each day whether we will strive to live out that day as a Christian, as a follower, as a disciple. 
         These verses invite us to come along on a faith journey – not alone but with this congregation at our side and with God in our midst.  It will be a journey that will lead us deeper into embracing the meaning of this morning’s passage that Episcopal priest Michael Marsh summarized in his blog:
  • Whoever loves friend more than me…
  • Whoever loves work more than me…
  • Whoever loves power, reputation, or wealth more than me…
  • Whoever loves country and flag more than me…
  • Whoever loves politics, agendas, or ideology more than me…
  • Whoever loves church, denomination, beliefs and practices more than me…
  • Whoever loves self more than me…
  • Whoever loves anyone or anything more than me…is not worthy of me.
         It will be a journey that will have us talking about and acting like the real Jesus, and it will be no Sunday School picnic.  Rather, it will be downright dangerous.
        Christian writer Annie Dillard put it well: “Why do people in church seem like cheerful, brainless tourists on a packaged tour of the Absolute? … Does anyone have the foggiest idea what sort of power we blithely invoke? Or, as I suspect, does no one believe a word of it? The churches are children playing on the floor with their chemistry sets, mixing up a batch of TNT to kill a Sunday morning. It is madness to wear ladies’ straw hats and velvet hats to church; we should all be wearing crash helmets. Ushers should issue life preservers and signal flares; they should lash us to our pews. For the sleeping god may wake someday and take offense, or the waking god may draw us to where we can never return.”
         Our training time is over.  We are ready, and the work of Christian ministry desperately needs us to begin.  As followers of Jesus, that is your mission – should you choose to accept it….





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