(Image from book, and short movie, "40" illustrated by Si Smith, available through Proost, and totally worth getting) |
When I was a kid I went through a phase where I would pause
at the edge of a hotel pool and pray fervently to be able to walk across it on the water, only to sink like a stone every single time. And I used to kind of secretly wish that someone would try to
kidnap me so I could “rebuke them in the name of Jesus!” and though it was some
kind of magical talisman, a foolproof spiritual mace to disable any attacker. Thankfully, the car with the candy out
the window never rolled up on me.
What’s happening in our gospel text tonight feels almost as
absurd as that. It’s like a fever
dream or drug trip, or, like the scene in the movie where the music and
lighting change because the director is about to reveal something either about
the character in front of you or the whole enterprise of life and living, and
you’re supposed to lean forward and pay attention to the details and the words,
the metaphor and deeper truth.
Let’s assume there is something really important about this
experience Jesus goes through that is essential to who he is and who we are and
see where that takes us.
It begins by rushing past 40 days and 40 nights of
wilderness in one breath. Not a
retreat escape in a Hawaiian oceanfront condo, but wilderness- as in, what the
people wandered in for 40 years when they didn’t know who they were and were
still learning whose they were. As in the place of struggle and bad stuff,
where you end up when you don’t know where you’re going and you’re not sure it
will end.
40 days and 40 nights, like the Israelites who waited
aimlessly and debauched at the bottom of the mountain for Moses while he
chatted with God for just that long, coming up with the guidelines for a new
life together.
40 days and 40 nights like Noah and his brood bobbing around
in a giant stink hole of noisy animals in a dark, dank wet world, listening to
the neverending rain, wondering when it will end and what in the world could be
on the other side when it does.
Long enough to despair, and to lose sight of who you really
are and what the big picture is.
Wilderness.
A stripping away of everything you’ve known, without a sense
of what is coming on the other side, if you even survive it. So that
is what kicks off this little standoff with the devious devil.
But, wait, because that’s not actually the beginning of
this. Actually, the real beginning
of this story comes right before the transition word. “then…” Then the Spirit drives him out into the
wilderness. When?
Right after dive-bombing Jesus as he stands dripping in the
river Jordan having been baptized by John. The Spirit switches from descending dove in one verse to
nagging sheepdog in the next.
Hey everybody, this
one belongs to me!. hey you, You are mine, my beloved. That’s who you are. And
I claim you and make you part of what I am doing in the world.
Now shoo! off with you to struggle for your life
in lonely isolation until you wonder if you can go on, and whether it’s even
worth trying!
So, first, you belong to God, that is whose you are. You are
God’s beloved, that is who you are. This truth is a poured over you, dunked into you, stamped in
oil and prayer on your forehead, witnessed by those around you and by the
Spirit of the living God falling afresh on you, non-negotiable permanent naming
and claiming.
That’s where Jesus begins, that’s where we begin.
Then, wilderness.
Then we go into struggle.
Into loneliness and questions and hunger and fatigue. Us, and Jesus. That’s just the trajectory of
life. From blessing into struggle.
I think we need this story desperately, like we need Lent,
and here are two of the reasons why.
First, We need to see Jesus face this because it tells us
something about being Jesus: Jesus
is not going to use extraordinary power to save himself from human hunger and
weakness, he’s not going resort to parlor tricks and sensationalism to prove
God to us, and he’s not going to display the kind of power the world would
recognize and give accolades for.
God is bringing a different kind of reality with a different kind of
security and identity and interdependence and a hidden kind of power that comes
into our struggle and suffering
instead of rescues certain ones of us out of it.
The second reason we need this story is because it tells Jesus something about being us. Jesus needed to face this because we
face it every day. Not in
these forms of course, (that would just be silly!) but we are tempted every
day, maybe every moment, to accept as truth lies about ourselves, God and life,
that lock us into slavery instead of freedom, and make us forget who we really
are and whose we really are.
The tempter says to us:
There are things you need to do to be worthy of love and
acceptance. If you were different, not
you, somehow someone or something other than you, then you would be enough,
and God, or other people, or the universe would finally be satisfied with you,
and you’d know beyond a doubt that you are valuable.
And if you really want to contribute, if you want your life
to have any kind of meaning and your voice to carry in any kind of way you need
the right people to see and respect
you, and you need to work your tail off and never let up.
Because nobody with grades like that, a face like that, a
background like that, a resume like that, a medical condition like that, will
make it in the real world.
If you don’t get into the right school,
if you don’t get and keep the right job,
if you don’t have perfect, well behaved children,
or a doting, stable and committed partner,
or debt-free financial stability,
if you don’t have your mobility or your mental sharpness,
or a life free of whatever it is that most has a hold on
you,
then you are less than others, and your contribution doesn’t
matter.
So you’d better either get those things however you can, or
hide really well that you don’t have them.
And also, the world is in a lot of trouble, and you’re part
of the problem – so let’s add to that guilt and duty and despair – as we strive
to control what feels too big to control, and to care about what feels crushing
in its sadness, and never to measure up to what we should be doing if any of this is going to make a difference.
We are slaves.
We labor under the weight of other people’s opinions, and worry and fear,
and messages of rejection and perpetual bad decisions.
We are slaves to pressure to be deceptive and pressure to be
good,
slaves to our own power and control,
and slaves to the relentless pace and impossible
expectations we set for ourselves and hold other to.
We are slaves to the evil and sin in the world and our part
in it, and slaves to the message that it’s up to us to fix it all.
We are slaves and world owns us – every waking minute and
many sleeping ones, until it has used us up and we’ve gotten too creaky or
forgetful or slow-moving, to be of much use, and then we’re not worth anything
anymore. So better cram it all in
while it makes a difference and pretend that third act isn’t coming, and let anxiety
and the frantic pace of self-preservation define us and dictate our every action
because, we don’t really have a choice.
Except that we do. Except that We are not slaves.
We’ve been set free. And those things are all lies.
Let’s go back to where it begins.
Who are you? You are beloved of God’s, uniquely you.
Whose are you? You belong to God, who has chosen you to join
in love in the world.
Your purpose and meaning and identity are sealed permanently
in God. They are
non-negotiable. And even struggle,
losing everything, facing down every demon and lie, can’t change that. And this is God’s world, God is infusing
it with love, you get to join in that – not lead it or carry it on your own,
but share it with God and each other.
Tonight some of us talked before we came in here about how
Sabbath is this gift and command, to stop everything, to step off the carousel
on purpose, to put down all the things that we believe make us valuable and
effective, or worthless and helpless, and just be.
So that God can remind us who we really are without and
despite it all. And so that God can remind us who is really is in charge of our
lives, holding this world. It
brings us back to the beginning.
As it turns out that wilderness, temptation and Sabbath all
kind of force us to face the same questions.
The other day my son had a terrible evening. Someone did something that really hurt
his feelings and he did something he felt really ashamed of. It also happened to be his baptism day,
so he linked the two and cried, I wish I
was never baptized so this day would never have happened! And I told him the bad news, which was
that this day would’ve happened anyway, and it would happen again, and worse in
his life. People would hurt him and let him down and he would hurt others, that
was simply true.
But then I told him that I was glad this happened on his
baptism day, because what it helps us remember is this: these things, this
terrible day, it doesn’t get to define you. It doesn’t get to say that is who
you are – someone who hurts others, someone who is overlooked. Instead, your baptism says that even
though these things happened and will happen again, who you are is not up for
grabs, it has already been decided. And who you belong to is none other than
the God who holds the world in love.
You are beloved of God, uniquely
you, and you’ve been chosen to join God’s love in the world. And those things
are fact. Period.
Sometimes we need the wilderness to remind us of that. Struggle and isolation thrust those
questions front and center.
Sometimes we need to look our temptations in the face to see
the ugly truth of them and how close we come to giving in, or perhaps that we
already have thrown ourselves off the building and bowed to the powers of this
world.
And sometimes – actually, as regularly as possible – we can
face those questions and be reminded of their answers by stopping in defiance
of it all, and simply being in the presence of one who knows us best and names
us first, and calls us: Beloved of God, uniquely you, and part of my plan to
love the world. It can’t be earned
by the wonderful things you do or the terrible things you refrain from doing.
And it can’t be lost by the terrible things you do you do or the wonderful
things you neglect to do. It
simply is the truth about you, because I said so. It’s time to remember that.
Immediately after the tempter leaves Jesus, angels surround
him like a pit crew. He is
famished, spent, emotionally and physically drained – collapsing into arms that
give water, food, a wet cloth to the forehead, a shoulder to rest on. He is tended to and reminded, and
ready, to face the world, embrace his humanity, and join in the ministry of
God.
And so in this tale of wilderness and temptation, we see something about being Jesus: that Godwithus
comes right into the worst of it and doesn’t cave to the world’s interpretation
of power, or worth.
And Jesus sees something about being us. This wilderness is practice. This
temptation is a warm up. It’s his initiation into being human, vulnerable, and
weak. And it’s going to get
worse. But when it does, this
remains true – beloved of God, part of God’s plan to love the world. Non-negotiable and permanent.
Amen.
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