I love fairness. LIFE SHOULD BE FAIR. I think that seems
right, don’t you?
Everybody
gets the same size piece of cake in my house.
I
am the oldest of four girls, and as a kid it was like my unofficial job in life
to make sure everything was absolutely fair.
No special privileges that weren’t properly earned, nobody shorted when
it came time to divvy things up. The same number of m&ms in each hand,
baby.
Fairness
is important. When I was 16 I waited for
three hours with my mom outside the NBC studio in Burbank, CA to get into the
taping of the final episode of the Carol Burnette Show, and the two people who
budded in front of us were the last two to get in. So completely
unfair.
I
like when the rules are clear and we all follow them. If you get there first, you get in first. If you pay more, you get a better seat. If
you work longer hours, you get make more money. It’s only fair.
Today’s
parable is told in response to a question Peter asks Jesus. Just before it Jesus is approached by a very
wealthy man, who asks him, What good
deeds must I do to have eternal life? And
Jesus answers, “Why do you ask me about
what is good. There is only one who is good. If you wish to enter into life,
keep the commandments.” The man asks which ones, and Jesus lists them
off. I
keep them all, he answers. What do I still lack? And Jesus answers, if you wish to be perfect, sell all your possessions and give the
money to the poor and follow me. And in the space between paragraphs, the
man disappears, never to be heard from again.
Now Peter gets
anxious, and figures that if the key to winning God’s favor is not by how well you do, then it must be by how much you give up. So he says, “Look, we have left everything and followed you. What do we get?” And Jesus answers him with comforting words
of future glory – you get taken care of in the end, but then throws in the
zinger, that the last will be first and the first will be last. And then Jesus tells a parable to illuminate
his point. Something like this:
You have a full-time job, and you like it
fine; it’s not spectacular, but it’s reliable and fairly interesting, and
you’ve been there for some time, and make a decent salary. You work a typical 9 to 5, 40 hours a week
with an hour for lunch and three weeks vacation, negotiating for time off on
various holidays, and you’ve done well, dutifully recording your hours, week
after week, month after month, year after year.
On this sunny Friday afternoon, Fran, your coworker,
has just arrived in the and the two of you are sitting down to lunch. You get along pretty well, but you don’t see
her much because she only works half days Fridays. You open your lunch sack and pull out your
tuna salad sandwich and apple. Fran gets
up to put her Lean Cuisine in the microwave, and as she does she drops her
stack of mail on the floor. You lean
down and pick the papers up for her, and suddenly find yourself staring at her
paycheck. It turns out that Fran makes
exactly the same salary that you do. The
Kingdom of Heaven is like this.
Wha…?
The first workers
in the vineyard were there for the entire
day, and when they see what the newcomers are paid, they are, naturally,
outraged. We worked for you all day, and
you gave them as much as you gave us. You have made them equal to us! But the landowner points out that he never
wavered from his agreement with the first workers, they were paid what they’d
agreed on. It only became unfair, when the others who did not deserve it, got
the same payment. You had no problem contentedly working for
our own salary as long Fran is paid appropriately less. It is only fair!
How will we know
where we stand, unless we can compare ourselves to others? How can we tell how
far we’ve come unless we can look back at those we’ve passed up? We understand
rank and success, order and status; we know how to measure with this ruler. But the kingdom of heaven is different. It does not operate by what is fair. Not even
close.
When I lived in
Pasadena, every week I would drive past a corner where day workers waited for
jobs. A truck would pull up and people
would negotiate and discuss, and finally climb aboard – to go pick crops or
help on a construction site. They got to
that corner very early in the morning, and the good jobs came early too. If
they were one of the first, they could take a job or pass it up for another one
that came along, and when they agreed on a job, they agreed to a salary up
front.
But what choices
are there at the end of the day? There was no reason to hire them when the workday
was almost over – and their chances of taking home any pay that day had trickled
away as the sun rose higher and then began to set, and if they stood there
still, on the curb, watching the work day come to a close, they were utterly
without bargaining power. The last workers in our parable were entirely at the
mercy of the landowner. They had no full
or even half day’s work to exchange for payment, only their need. And yet both groups were paid the same.
For the first
workers, the payment from the landowner was expected, anticipated, and earned;
it was fair. For the last workers, it
was inconceivable to expect it, unthinkable to anticipate it, and impossible to
earn it; it was grace. And when grace
came onto the scene fairness was flipped on its end. Suddenly, what had been fair for those first
workers became completely unfair. “So
the last will be first and the first last.”
Because God’s way
is not about fairness. The kingdom of
heaven judges and condemns our sense of fairness. “Fair” compares people to each other, and
rewards those who those who earn it.
“Fair” maintains a hierarchy. “Fair” says that by what we invest or
accomplish, we can deserve to receive more than another. God does not respect
the rule of fairness that we have set up to keep life orderly. The kingdom of heaven levels the playing
field. It brings us all back to our
common denominator, our humanity, and it upholds it. In the kingdom of heaven, if nowhere else, we
are made equal.
And the beauty of the parable
is that the landowner’s action redeemed not only the last workers, but also the
first. Because the landowner’s actions
said to all of them, You are worth the
same as one another. You are all valuable to me.
We like to feel in control of
our own destinies. But we’re not in
control of our own destinies. We may not
be wondering from day to day where our food will come from, but we may be
wondering how long our health will hold out.
We may not be stuck waiting to be hired for work today, but we may be stuck
waiting for test results, or word that the grandbaby is out of surgery. We invest our money wisely, and then the
financial markets crash; we work for 30 years for the same company and get pink
slipped without warning. We follow all
the advice and steps for a good marriage and end up divorced.
Putting our trust in the
rules is a dangerous mind game. It is like
the rich man trusting his wealth, and Peter trusting his sacrifice – it’s
thinking that something we do can make or keep ourselves secure, or worthy, or
good, or safe, somehow other than vulnerable human, in it alongside everyone
else.
The big picture, the kingdom
of God, shows the illusion for what it is.
That no matter how fair we may try to make things, they are never really fair. It’s easier to do well and go far, for
example, if you’re raised with enough resources, with tons of people who
believe in you, in a culture where you speak the dominant language and look
like the majority. It doesn’t hurt at
all to have an extra dose of math skill in your genes, or the good looks and
athleticism that opens doors, or to know someone who knows someone. On top of that it’s handy to avoid any
genetic conditions, serious illnesses, or unforeseen accidents in your lifetime.
And when the system is
working well for us, it is easier to swallow the lie that we are somehow
earning our worth or securing our lives.
But the truth is, that while life is a lot of things, fair is not one of them. Life is precious and scary and holy and messy
and precarious, and no matter how we
feel about the matter, according to this parable, God doesn’t care at all about being – or even appearing to be –
fair.
Instead, “God is” as the
Psalmist says, “gracious and merciful, slow to anger and abounding in steadfast
love.” (Psalm 145:8) All of these
parables we will encounter this Lent invite us to peel back the surface and
step into something deeper, something troubling, something that is risky and
life-giving, but at first it is going to feel like dying. It is going to feel like losing your life
instead of saving it, it is going to feel like being last instead of being
assured you are first. The kingdom of
heaven is like this. It confronts the
kingdom of earth, the way of fear, and strips away all illusions and all false
security, and it leaves us standing exposed in our true and simple humanity –
with the lies we tell ourselves and the invitation of the truth right before
us. It invites us to let go of fairness and join in generosity instead.
And for some people, it’s
simply too terrifying of an invitation, or too offensive, and they walk away
grieving, or leave grumbling.
But to the last
worker, the thief on the cross, the lost sheep, the son who returns, and really
to every single of us at one point or another in our lives and everyday, if we
are extremely honest, this is the good news of the gospel. God’s way is not interested in fairness, it’s
interested in life. When you are beyond
hope, God is there. When you have
wandered so far that you can’t find your way back, God will rescue you and
nurse you back to strength. And when
you have squandered all that God has given you and you limp home ashamed and
miserable, God will run to you with open arms and embrace you as his beloved
child. Because we are not paid by what
we have earned; we are paid by the generosity of our God.
I hope that this
makes us brave. We’ve got nothing to
prove and nothing to lose. We are loved
and called to share in the joy and the work that God is doing in this world
that God loves and claims. And we are
part of the kingdom of heaven, where all people really are equal, made in the
image of God, and every single person is loved by God without earning a thing, and
is meant to be part of God’s redemption and hope in the world.
But lest we begin
to think we have earned it, lest we ever begin believing that in any way we
deserve something that others do not, there is the parable of the workers, the
story of the last receiving the same reward.
Those who clearly couldn’t earn it, and obviously don’t deserve it.
And lest we ever
begin to doubt our place, suspect that we don’t belong, that God can’t use us,
we have nothing to offer, or that others are more valuable than we are, this
parable reminds us that we are all recipients of the unfair grace and
outrageous mercy of our generous God.
Amen.
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