Sermon 8/2/15
Luke 10:25-37
Summer Days: Road Trip
Generally
speaking, I love to drive. Lately, my commutes to Rochester have tested the
boundaries of my love. But it’s more the length of my work day that’s the
challenge, and not really the driving itself. I inherited a love from my
grandfather of just going for a drive in the area to no place in particular –
just taking a random turn and seeing where the road leads. I didn’t always
appreciate these drives as much as a child, finding them boring, but my
grandfather loved to look for dear, or pussy willows, or the highest, windiest
road. But eventually, I came to enjoy this too. When I have the time – and the
gas to spare – I like to take a drive on a sunny day over some country roads.
This area is pretty good for drives like that, isn’t it? Seeing where the road
might take you? Driving down a road that you’ve never been on before?
Of course, sometimes going on roads we’ve never been on
before turns things from a nice drive
to being lost really fast. Sky Lake,
the conference camp of ours where I was chaplain at Music Camp a couple of
weeks ago, is a little bit out of the way, and when I first started going
there, I would frequently take a wrong turn. A couple of those roads, late at
night, make you feel like you’ve just entered the plot of a horror flick. There
are places, roads we might travel where our senses tell us: unsafe. Sections of
town, neighborhoods, places where you just don’t want to go.
That’s the kind of road we encounter in our text today: the road from Jerusalem to Jericho. As the text says, the road, about 15 miles long, literally went down, a hilly, dangerous descent into Jericho. It was a road where many people experienced violence and crime – being robbed on the road toJericho wouldn’t have been uncommon. The road
to Jericho wasn’t unlike the places today where we know to be on high alert if
we have to travel there. Our passage is one of the most well-known stories in
the Bible, which I think always puts us in danger of not being able to learn
anything from it, because we come convinced we already know what it is all
about. We’ll try hard today to work against that! It’s a parable – and
remember, Jesus usually tells parables to tell us about what the kingdom of God
is like – what things are like when God’s reign gets to take full hold – it’s a
parable Jesus tells in response to a question from a lawyer. Lawyers were
experts in the law of Moses – religious scholars who knew the facts of the law
inside and out. He asks Jesus, “What must I do to inherit eternal life?” As he
often does, Jesus turns the question back to the man: “You tell me! What does
the law say?” The lawyer quotes the laws that are the center of the Hebrew
scriptures: “You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all
your soul, and with all your strength, and with all your mind; and your neighbor
as yourself.” And Jesus says, “Yep, you’ve got it. Go do just that, and you’ll
really live.” But the lawyer wants to
“justify himself,” we read. He wants an answer from Jesus he can debate, or he
wants to get affirmation on his behavior, perhaps permission of sorts from
Jesus to interpret the law in whatever way he’s been applying it in his life.
“And who is my neighbor asks the man?” Who exactly am I supposed to love?
That’s the kind of road we encounter in our text today: the road from Jerusalem to Jericho. As the text says, the road, about 15 miles long, literally went down, a hilly, dangerous descent into Jericho. It was a road where many people experienced violence and crime – being robbed on the road to
Jesus responds by telling the story of a man who was
robbed and left for dead on the roadside on the way to Jericho. A priest and
Levite pass by, but they don’t stop. The law would have discouraged them from
doing so, actually. They’d become ritually unclean, and unable, temporarily, to
perform their religious duties. But a third man comes by – a Samaritan. Now,
Jesus’s hearers would have been expecting him to say that the third person was
an Israelite. Because “priests, Levites, and Israelites” were the three groups
in society. (1) It would be like saying “Larry, Curly, and” – and you all know
the next thing is Moe! But instead, Jesus says the third man is a Samaritan.
Samaritans were the enemies of the Jews. They had a common heritage, but over the
centuries, came to disagree on matters of culture and religion in deep ways.
Jesus says the third person to come along is someone that the crowds would have
identified not just as an outsider, but as someone they actively disliked. A
Samaritan. And Jesus tells us that when the Samaritan saw the man, he was
“moved with pity.” And that phrase, moved
with pity, is from a Greek word that might sound familiar in its
strangeness if you were here last week: It’s splagnizomai. Compassion. His intestines twisted in knots in deep
concern for what he saw. As I mentioned last week, this rare word is usually
applied to Jesus, and how he looks at the crowds. And here, a Samaritan, an
enemy, is looking at a Jewish man with gut-twisting compassion. He treats and
bandages the man’s wounds, brings him to an inn, cares for him, pays all his
expenses, and plans to come back and check on him again later. “Which of
these,” Jesus asks, “do you think was a neighbor to the man who was robbed?”
And the lawyer answers - not even saying Samaritan
– “the one who showed him mercy.” And Jesus says simply, “Go, and do likewise.”
Are we merciful people? The dictionary defines mercy as “compassion
or forgiveness shown toward someone whom it is within one's power to punish or
harm.” Mercy is when we choose compassion and forgiveness over punishment or
harm. Are we merciful? Are we good neighbors? To our enemies? Who are our
enemies, anyway? My first appointment as a pastor was to Oneida. Like Apple
Valley, that church, too, was near a Native Reservation. I’m sure many of you
are familiar with Turning Stone, and SavOn gas stations, and many of the
businesses of the Oneida Nation. Because of the casino, and because of the
ongoing land claim issues related to the Oneida Nation, there was significant
tension between the Oneidas and the neighboring communities. It was taboo, to
some, to even be seen buying gas at a SavOn. One of my dear parishioners there
said to me once that she would never “hurt her neighbor” by buying gas at a
Nation-owned gas station. I was too timid in those first years to say “and who is your neighbor?”
Immigrants to this country – documented and undocumented
– are they our neighbors? People of others faiths – Muslim men and women – are
they our neighbors? Or atheists? Are they our neighbors? The person you can’t
believe is crazy enough to vote Republican – or Democrat – are they our
neighbors? Or what about prisoners? Addicts? Are they our neighbors? Homeless
people? Teen moms? What about the leaders of North Korea? Or ISIS? Or white men
who gun down black people in churches? Or who shoot school children? Are they
our neighbors? Are we neighbors to
them? I can keep going. Jesus just doesn’t answer the lawyer’s question. He
cuts to the chase, to the quick, and says: perhaps your worst enemy is, in
fact, your neighbor. What does it mean, friends, to be a neighbor? Jesus says
the one who is merciful is the neighbor, even if we have called them enemy. Are
we good neighbors?
Remember, back when we were talking about forgiveness,
and Simon Peter asked Jesus how many times we should forgive someone who wrongs
us? Boldly, Peter had said, “Seven times?” I think expecting Jesus to be
impressed with his mercy. But instead, Jesus said seventy-seven times, pushing
Peter to understand that as long as he was concerned with the rules of how little he could do and still get away
with it, he was missing the point entirely. This passage of the Good Samaritan
is similar, as are so many of the passages where someone asks Jesus a question.
Again and again we come before God asking, is this enough? Is this enough? Have
we done enough? And we doubly miss this point! Because, first of all, what we
really seem to be asking, implied in our question, in the lawyer’s question is:
Is this enough for you to still love me God? Is this enough for me to get the
reward? Is this enough for me to still get into heaven? I think these questions
that we ask - and we all do ask them – break God’s heart, because it means we
don’t understand that God loves us, already, completely, unchangingly, freely. So our question is wrong because
we don’t need to do anything to earn
God’s love. But our question is also wrong because if we want to know what’s
the minimum God wants from us, then the answer is also everything. God requires nothing
to give us the free gift of love. But God asks us for everything as we seek to respond in discipleship. How much mercy
does God want you to show others? Do you honestly think God is going to reach a
point and say: enough! You’ve been too forgiving! You’ve loved enough! You’ve
reached your quota of neighbors! It sounds pretty unlikely, doesn’t it? How
much does God demand in exchange for unconditional love? Not a thing. How much
of your heart does God want? Every last nook and cranny.
If we’re wondering about the minimum we can do, we’re
saying our heart isn’t in it. We’re not moved with pity, twisted up with
compassion, if we are asking what’s the minimum that will suffice. Maybe there
are situations in life when the minimum is ok – when our heart is truly not in
something, and doesn’t need to be, when something doesn’t need our energy. But
minimum requirements are for things you don’t care about. Minimum requirements
never work for our relationships with other
people, and it never works in our relationship with God. For anything that
matters to us, we can’t ask the question of “how little can I do and still be
ok” and be even in the right ballpark. What might happen to our world, our
communities, our own lives and hearts if we reordered everything to put
merciful, compassionate, loving action for one another at the center of how we
live? Do we want eternal life? Jesus says living a life of compassion is real life right now.
One of
my personal pet peeves is when someone says “that’s between me and God.”
Americans tend to prize individuality and privacy, and our heritage of
religious freedom has also resulted in religious isolation – we don’t like to
talk to others about what we believe or why, and we tend not to ask others about
their beliefs. And so when it comes to many questions of faith – how
much we give, how we pray, what sins we have to confess, what we believe about
controversial issues – we tend to plead, “that’s between me and God.” I would
argue that there’s no such thing. No such thing as “just between me and God.”
Jesus and the lawyer alike both knew that the greatest commandments were love
of God and love of one another. One without the other isn’t complete. It’s
never just me and God – it’s always me and God and my neighbor. This was a key
argument of John Wesley’s, the founder of the Methodist movement. Hew wrote: “The
gospel of Christ knows of no religion, but social; no holiness but social
holiness . . . This commandment have we from Christ, that [the one] who loves
God, love [neighbor] also." (2) It is never just between us and God. It is
what – and who – lies between God and us that tells us about our faith. What
lies between you and God? Jesus’ parable tells us that what lies between God
and us is the Jericho Road, and who we find there. The lawyer asked “who is my
neighbor?” And Jesus prompted him to answer his own question: “The one who
showed mercy.” Friends, let us go and do likewise. Amen.
(1) Scholar Amy-Jill Levine transformed my
understanding of this text at the Festival of Homiletics one year with this
imagery.
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