Grace Is Free, Not Cheap

Sermon for Proper 23, Year A

Matthew 22:1-14

Okay, so that was a really tricky parable! It’s pretty high on my list of “things I wish Jesus had not said.”

At first glance, it looks like a story about a violent megalomaniac who murders people for declining a wedding invitation, and then has his troops go out into the city and bring a bunch of random people in, but then kicks one of them out because he didn’t happen to be wearing a tuxedo that day.

If this doesn’t sound fair to you, don’t worry, you haven’t missed the point. It means that you’re paying attention.

This is a parable that requires quite a bit of unpacking, but lucky for you, you just happen to have a resident Bible nerd to do it. So let’s jump right in.

Jesus spoke this parable during Holy Week, where our gospel readings have been for the last several weeks.

In the reading that we heard last week, we heard the parable of the wicked tenants, who would not give the vineyard owner the fruits of the harvest when the time came. And when the vineyard owner sent his servants to collect that produce, they beat them up, mistreated them, and killed them. Finally, they did the same to his own son.

You can see the parallel between last week and this week. The king’s servants sent out to deliver the invitation to the wedding were also beat up and killed by those who did not want to accept the invitation. Their rejection came with violence. The king then answers with even greater violence.

This is one of those areas where a parable is not exactly an allegory, so it’s not just that the king symbolizes God, therefore everything the king does is what God would do. That’s not how parables work. I think we can see this quite plainly because, at the end of Holy Week, Jesus will be rejected and killed by the established authorities, but he does not return violence for violence. Instead, he prays for the ones crucifying him, saying, “Father, forgive them.”

The world answers violence with more violence, but Jesus shows us another way.

The really remarkable thing about this parable is that, after this initial rejection of the invitation, the wedding feast still goes on. The invitation is then extended to the people in the streets, far and wide, “both good and bad.” Everyone is welcome here.

The elites turned down the invitation, but the common people accepted it. Nobody there earned their seat at the table. They just happened to be in the right place at the right time. They’re at the feast because grace made room for them.

Jesus is creating a community that is a sanctuary, a place that is safe from the ongoing power struggles in the world today. In his feast, belonging is given rather than earned.

But then, we have this coda at the end of the parable, where a guest is kicked out for not wearing a wedding robe.

Why would the king expect a random guy from the neighborhood to be dressed in a tuxedo, if he was just on his way to the grocery store?

This is where the parable is more metaphorical story than party planning advice. This character has accepted the invitation to the party, but refused to participate in the celebration.

Here is a modern equivalent: I’d like you to imagine a wedding where the mother of the groom disapproves of the bride, so she comes to the wedding dressed as if she was going to a funeral: black dress, black veil, head cast down, weeping tears of grief. It would be pretty clear to everyone that she was sending a message with the way she was dressed. She’s saying, “I’m physically present, but I am not joining this celebration.”

I think the same thing is true of this man who did not have a wedding garment. He is deliberately choosing to reject the meaning of the celebration. Jesus ends the parable by discussing some rather stark consequences for this rejection.

The king says, “Bind him hand and foot and cast him into the outer darkness where there is weeping and gnashing of teeth.”

Jesus follows up with, “For many are called but few are chosen.”

I don’t think this warning is about hellfire or damnation. I think this is about the danger that we face when we show up to the celebration in the Church of Christ, but refuse to participate in that celebration.

Grace is free, but it is not cheap.

This story is more familiar to me personally than I would like to admit. When I was in seminary, I had very high academic ambitions.

I planned to get a PhD, write many important books, and have one of those tweed blazers with the patches on the elbows. I wanted to prove that I was the smartest person in the room, so I tried to dominate every classroom discussion and get the professor’s attention.

My girlfriend at the time was disturbed when she saw this behavior. She said, “This is not who I know you to be.”

There was a second problem with my strategy for being the smartest person in the room:
Namely, that I was not in fact the smartest person in the room.

There was always someone who was just a little bit smarter than me, a little bit quicker with their response, and a little bit better at playing academic politics with the right professors.

I was getting really frustrated, and I began to question whether an academic career might not be the right place for me, after all. I asked my roommate one night, “Do you think that maybe ordained ministry might suit me better than a career in the academy?

He laughed in my face and said, “I think just about anything would!”

I thought my problem was that I was losing the game of academic competition. But I realized later that the real problem was the game itself.

I was turning seminary into another contest for recognition.
I was turning theology into another way to win.

But Jesus was offering me something much, much better.

That, I think, is what the symbol of the wedding garment is really about.

In his letter to the Colossians, St. Paul encourages the people to clothe themselves with compassion, kindness, humility, patience, and above all, love. This is the clothing of a follower of Christ. This is what it looks like when someone participates in the gracious celebration of the community that Christ has created.

If you’re going to come to the party, you need to dress for the party.

You don’t need money or status.
You don’t need a spotless past.
You don’t need to prove that you earned your spot there.

Dietrich Bonhoeffer famously wrote, “When Christ calls a man (sic), he bids him come and die.”

Sometimes, the thing that needs to die in us is that need to win, dominate, and be right. To make other people smaller than we are.

We think of grace as a lovely and feel-good concept, but the fact is that grace is very offensive.

It offends us twice:
First, it offends us because it lets in the people that we think don’t belong there. The people who don’t look like us, think like us, pray like us, vote like us, or love like us. The people we’d rather not have in the room.

The second way that grace offends us is that it asks us to give up those struggles for power and one-upmanship that made us think that we belong more than those other people.

Grace is free. But it’s not cheap.

What grace costs us is the power struggle that we thought we needed in order to have a place at the table.
Because we don’t earn a place at God’s table.
Grace gives it to us.

God Is Not In Competition With Us

Sermon for Proper 22, Year A

Matthew 21:33-46

God is not in competition with us.

I talk about my kids a lot. When I do, I say, “my kids,” which makes sense because that’s how we’re used to talking. But the thing is: they’re not really my kids, in the same way that my books or my car belong to me.

They’re not my possession. They are their own, independent, strong-willed, intelligent people. And the older they get, the more I realize that they’re going to have their own likes and dislikes, as well as their own opinions (which they are very happy to voice).

I have a responsibility to love and care for them, but at the end of the day, it is their life, not mine. I’m their parent, not their owner.

We use possessive language over a lot of things in this world. We talk about my time, my life, my family, my church, my country.

But there’s a danger there: We can forget that we do not, in fact, own time, life, our families, the church, or our country. They don’t belong to us. Nevertheless, we care about them, we are responsible for them, and we love them.

That mistaken identity between stewardship and ownership lies at the heart of today’s Gospel. We hear this story that Jesus tells about these tenants in a vineyard. The owner of the vineyard builds the watchtower, plants the vineyard, sets everything up, and leases it out to them.

They care for it as they’re supposed to. But somewhere along the way, they start to get the idea that it’s their vineyard. And they start acting accordingly.

When harvest time comes, the landowner sends various servants to collect the landowner’s portion of the produce, and the tenants treat those servants with increasing levels of violence: beating them, killing them, and stoning them. Finally, the owner says, “I will send them my son. Surely, they will respect him.”

But that’s not what happens. They kill the son too, thinking that if they kill him, then they’ll get the inheritance. Which doesn’t really make sense, if you know how inheritance laws work. It just shows you how possessiveness and violence can twist our thinking into some really foolish directions.

I can relate to that on a personal level. I notice that, when I feel threatened, I start using language about “taking things back.” I want to “take back my family,” “take back my church,” or “take back my country.” That language gives me away. Because, when I say “take back,” I am implying that I think it was mine to begin with.

If I’m feeling particularly spiritual, I might say, “I’m not taking it back for me, I’m taking it back for God.” But here’s the thing: God never lost it in the first place. God is not in competition with us.

If I say, “I’m going to take this or that thing back for God,” God never lost it, so that doesn’t make sense.
If I say, I’m “taking it back,” it was never mine to begin with, so that doesn’t make sense.
Which means that, in the end, I’m just taking.  

I am willing to use force and violence to perpetuate the illusion of ownership over whatever it is that feels threatened in my life.

Jesus exposes this tendency in today’s parable.
And there’s something very subtle in his response to the people:
At the end, Jesus asks a question, as he often does.

He asks, “What do you think the owner will do to these tenants?”

And they respond, “He will put those wretches to a miserable death.”

Did you notice who gave that answer? Was it Jesus who said that? No. It was the religious leaders that he was talking to.

This scene takes place during Holy Week. The tension between the Jesus movement and the established temple institution is coming to a head. In the midst of this tension, Jesus tells this parable about them, implying that they are the tenants who have mistaken their stewardship for ownership. And the other mistake they make is assuming that God is just as violent as they are.

What Jesus actually does is ask another question. Basically, he asks, “Have you guys never read the Bible, where it says that ‘the stone the builders rejected has become chief cornerstone; This is the Lord’s doing, and it is amazing in our eyes’?”

Jesus doesn’t agree with “putting the wretches to a miserable death.” For Jesus, God is in the business of building, not tearing down. For Jesus, “that which has been rejected is now the cornerstone.” They are the bringers of death, but God is the bringer of life.

It’s not a mistake that this conversation is happening during Holy Week. At the end of this week, Jesus the Son of God, is going to be taken outside of the vineyard, Jerusalem, and crucified. And then on Easter Sunday, will be raised from the dead. Thus, showing how God brings life, not more violence. God is not in competition with us.

When my wife was a little girl, her parents had a particular prayer that they prayed for her: They prayed that she would have more faith than they do.

What I love about that prayer is that they’re not praying that she would believe what they believe. They weren’t praying that she would grow up to be exactly like they are, or that she would never change, or that they could always control her. They prayed that she would go beyond where they would go.

This is a wonderful image of stewardship. It is an open-handed holding of what has been entrusted to them. They loved her without possessing her. That’s what being a good tenant of God’s vineyard looks like.

Open hands don’t mean idle hands. We still have a responsibility to care for that which has been entrusted to us. We have a duty to protect that which is vulnerable.

But we do so while recognizing this life belongs to God, and God is perhaps guiding it in ways that we can’t see. Maybe that’s also true of our churches, of our country, and of our very lives.

Because at the end of the day, God is the owner of the vineyard, not us. And God holds everything with those open hands, including us.

Grace Isn’t A Paycheck

Sermon for Proper 20, Year A

Matthew 20:1-16

“Grace isn’t a paycheck” is a hard truth to wrap our minds around because many of us grew up with the belief that life should be fair. We think that good deeds and hard work should be rewarded while bad deeds and laziness should be punished. This belief persists, even though the world we live in often fails to live up to our belief that life should be fair.

We can see this deep-seated belief on full display in the workers who appear in Jesus’ parable in today’s gospel. The first group of workers begin their day at the usual time and agree to work for the usual rate. As the day wears on, their employer keeps going back to the employment line to hire more workers. At the end of the day, the employer pays all the workers the same wage, regardless of what time they started their work.

Those who had worked the longest have every reason to be upset at this new development. Equal pay for unequal work doesn’t exactly incentivize working harder. In fact, it does quite the opposite. Moreover, it undermines that deep-seated belief that life should be fair, that people should only get what they deserve. And that, according to Jesus, is the whole point.

The central fact in this story, for Jesus, is not the balance sheet of right and wrong but the generosity of God. Jesus tells this parable immediately after a conversation with his disciples where they ask about what they can expect to receive in return for all they have given up to follow Jesus. He tells them, in short, “That’s not how God works. Grace isn’t a paycheck. God’s generosity is not limited by what people deserve.”

The meaning of Jesus’ parable becomes more apparent if we hear it from the perspective of the workers who were hired at the end of the day. For all we know, those workers might have been standing out in the hot sun for just as long as those who were hired at the beginning of the day. The story doesn’t tell us why they weren’t hired with the others, just that they weren’t.

All of the workers in this parable were day-laborers, meaning that they had no secure employment. Their entire living depended on what they could earn by their labor in a given day. And no work beyond the present day was ever guaranteed. This is the same boat that all the workers were in at the start of the day.

As the hours wore on, those who were left on the hiring line were probably starting to think about what they would have to tell their families when they got home that night. They had tried to find work but no one had hired them. They may have been dreading the look of disappointment on their children’s faces when dad came home with nothing to put on the table that night. That’s where the generosity of the landowner comes in.

The most remarkable thing about the landowner in Jesus’ parable is how he keeps going out, again and again, hour after hour, until everyone has been invited to come work in the vineyard. At the end of the day, the landowner’s offer of a day’s wage for an hour’s work was incredibly generous, even though it was undeniably bad for business.

The workers who were hired at the beginning of the day would have been perfectly content with their daily wage, had the latecomers not received the same amount. The only thing they lost in this deal was the distinction between themselves and their co-workers. In that moment, their concern for fairness eclipsed the needs of the people standing beside them. For the landowner, who is a symbol of God in this parable, fairness is not enough.

Human institutions, like businesses, governments, and churches, need rules in order to keep things fair. But those rules can sometimes fail us. A social system can function in exactly the way it was supposed to and still leave some people out. A person can follow the rules and do what’s right, but still fall through the cracks of the system. After the rules have decided what people deserve, grace asks, “What happens to them now?” Grace doesn’t say that fairness is wrong; it just refuses to let it have the last word.

I can imagine, for example, a single mother working her way through school while raising her kids on her own. Then government changes the rules for work requirements, forcing the mom to choose between continuing her education or providing for her children. The rule was designed to prevent abuse of the system, but ends up hurting the very people who were not abusing the system. What is a good employer supposed to do for an employee in such an unfair situation?

The landowner chooses to be more generous than fairness requires. That is what grace does. It refuses to let what someone deserves set the limits of what generosity can give. And once grace has broken that boundary, it becomes possible to ask not only, “What do they deserve?” but, “What do they need?” When fairness fails, grace makes exceptions.

Grace is willing to risk the fallout that comes when generosity gives people what they need instead of limiting them to what they deserve. The landowner in Jesus’ parable says to the upset worker, “Friend, I have done you no wrong,” and asks the worker outright, “Are you envious because I am generous?” A more accurate translation of that question would be, “Is your eye evil because I am good?”

The phrase, “are you envious” is not entirely wrong because an “evil eye,” in that culture, was a Jewish figure of speech for begrudging another person’s good. What I like about the more literal translation is that it draws our attention to the way that grace changes how people look at one another.

When we look at each other through the eyes of grace, we see neighbors, not competitors. We look into our neighbors’ bowls, not to see if they have more than us, but to make sure they have enough.

That’s how grace sees the world. That’s how God looks at us. And that’s how we see each other, when we look at each other through the eyes of God.

We see someone who God came back for.

We see someone who God chose when nobody else wanted them.

We see someone whose children will not have to go hungry just so I can feel like I got what I deserved.

Why We Fight

Sermon for Proper 18, Year A

Matthew 18:15-20

When we Christians fight, we fight to win.
The question is: “Win what, exactly?”

Athletes are trying to win a game.
Politicians are trying to win an election.
Lawyers are trying to win an argument.
But what are Christians trying to win?

Church is not a game.
I don’t slam-dunk the gospel book after the reading.
(Although… someone did send me a meme this week that said: “If people cared about church as much as they cared about football, they would dump Gatorade on their pastor’s head, whenever he makes a good point.” All I can say to that is: “Please don’t.”)

But you know… there is a game that we play in our broader society. That game is called “the economy.” And the points we score are called, “dollars.” Sometimes we can get caught up playing that game.
Unlike politicians, we’re not trying to win an election. We’re not trying to beat an opponent to gain power.
When we argue, like lawyers often do, we’re not trying to win an argument.
So, what then are we trying to win?

That’s exactly what Jesus is talking about in today’s gospel. He has a lot to say about why we fight and how we fight.

To begin with, he talks about the facts of the fight itself.
He says, “If another member of the church sins against you…”

Has anyone in this room ever sinned against anyone else in this room? I have.
We are human beings. We are flawed. We are going to disagree with one another.

As you have heard me say many times before, and will hear me say many times again, that is baked into our Episcopal tradition. For us, faith is always a dialogue between Scripture, tradition, and reason. People sitting in the same pews, sometimes for years, will disagree on particular interpretations of Scripture or ways of doing church. We, as Episcopalians, recognize that. On top of that, we recognize that we are indeed all flawed human beings, who are doing our best and sometimes failing. That’s life.

Jesus gives us an example of how we’re supposed to have these fights. He says, “If another member of the church sins against you, go and point out the fault when the two of you are alone.”

That’s an invitation to relationship: A direct encounter with our siblings in Christ. We, as Christians, may not always see eye-to-eye on everything. But at the very least, we can have those conversations face-to-face.

Next, Jesus gets into why we fight. What is the goal that we are trying to accomplish? What are we trying to win?

He says, “If the member listens to you, you have regained that one.”
Notice that he does not say, “If the member agrees with you, you have won the argument.”
He says, “If the member listens…”

It’s about listening to one another, even if we don’t agree, to the end that, hopefully, we will have “regained that one,” which is actually a poor translation of this text. In Greek, that text literally says, “you have won your brother.” Which, of course, can also apply to our sisters and non-binary siblings in Christ.

It is about people.
That’s why we fight.
We’re not fighting to win an argument.
We’re fighting to win each other.

After that, Jesus talks about what happens when this conversation does not go well, and what happens when it does go well.

When that does not go well, he says, “If the member does not listen, take along two or three others.”

He’s talking about widening the circle of community, a little bit at a time. The point is not to gang up on someone, but to increase the scope of the conversation. It’s about asking ourselves, “Whose voices are not yet in this room? Who else do we need to be listening to, that we are not listening to right now?”

And then there’s a follow-up step to that: If they don’t listen to the smaller group, bring them to the wider community, in hopes that, by widening that scope of the community again, you can continue to hear more voices, more perspectives, and gain greater wisdom.

As Proverbs says, “In a multitude of counselors, there is wisdom.”

Finally, if even that doesn’t work, Jesus says, “Let such a one be to you as a Gentile and a Tax collector.”

That’s not about kicking them out. That’s about saying, “We cannot come to a mutual understanding that will allow us to remain in relationship.” And so, sometimes, the community needs to draw a boundary. But that does not mean giving up on those who are on the outside.

Because Jesus said, “Let such a one be to you as a Gentile and a Tax collector.”
Do you remember how Jesus feels about Gentiles and Tax collectors? He gives them unconditional love. He makes them the special recipients of mercy and compassion, especially as those who are outside the community of faith.

So, what happens when it does go well? What happens when, somewhere in this process, each of us begins to step outside of our own little egos, meet one another face-to-face, and really listen to one another?

Jesus tells us, “Whatever you bind on earth will be bound in heaven, and whatever you loose on earth will be loosed in heaven. And again, truly I tell you, if two of you agree on earth about anything you ask, it will be done for you. For where two or three are gathered in my name, I am in their midst.”

This talk of binding and loosing is a little confusing. What Jesus is saying is that there is power in community. When we come together face-to-face, work through the hard conversations, and listen to one another, there’s a power in that, and it gives us the ability to make a difference in our lives and in the wider community.

At the end, Jesus says, “Where two or three are gathered in my name, I am there among them.”

Somehow, in this process, of gathering, listening, and working through the hard stuff, Christ is indeed among us.

My favorite verse of scripture is 1 John 4:16, “God is love, and those who abide in love abide in God, and God abides in them.”

If God is love, then the only way to really worship God is by loving one another. The only way to honor love is through love.

In later Christian tradition, the fathers and mothers of the Church came up with what we now call the doctrine of the Trinity. Our conception of “God” is not simply that of an “old man in the sky.”

For Christians, God is a community of persons: Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, existing in a state of eternal and perfect love. That is why we say that “God is love.”

God is a community, so paying attention to the quality of our life in community is the way to honor the God who is love and who is a community.

As Christians, this is how we fight. And this is why we fight.
We fight to win.
Not to win points, or to win power, or to win an argument.
We fight to win each other.

Whenever we do that, by sitting down, face-to-face, and listening, we will find in some mysterious way that Christ is indeed here among us.

The Gates of Hades Shall Not Prevail

Sermon for Proper 16, Year A

Matthew 16:13-21

When I was in seminary, I had a friend named Cole.

Cole and I had a class together that met out of town, about two hours away, and Cole would regularly give me a ride. Two hours was a long drive, so we’d get to talking, and we would talk about everything: Faith, family, the future.

We talked about where God might be calling us in life. We talked about family because he was about to become a dad, and I was about to get married. Those conversations became really important to me because I was at a moment of transition in life, thinking about my future and my calling.

I had gone to seminary thinking that I was going to be some fancy professor, but along the way, I started sensing something changing. It began to occur to me that I might actually be called to be a priest. And Cole was one of the people who was alongside me while I was wrestling with that question. Cole was a friend who could truly see me.

Maybe you have had friends like that in your life: Someone who really sees you, deep down. Sometimes they can see things about you that you can’t even see about yourself. Somebody who helps to shape you into the person that you are becoming. And maybe you’re helping shape them in that same way. Those kinds of friendships are really special and mysterious.

I bring that up because there is a moment of a deep seeing between friends that happens in today’s Gospel.

Jesus and his disciples are traveling through the region of Caesarea Philippi, and Jesus conducts an opinion poll of the disciples: “Who do people say that the Son of Man is? ”

The disciples gave him the answers they had heard: “Some people say John the Baptist, or Elijah and Jeremiah, or the other prophets.”

Then Jesus makes the question a little more personal: “But who do you say that I am?”

Simon Peter is the one who answers, saying, “You are the Messiah, the Son of the living God.”

Simon sees Jesus for who he is. And Jesus then blesses Simon.

And there’s something else in this passage that I had never noticed before this week:
Jesus then turns around and talks to Simon Peter about who he is.

Jesus says to Simon, “I tell you, you are Peter, and on this rock I will build my church, and the gates of Hades will not prevail against it.”

So, Peter sees Jesus.
Jesus sees Peter.

I see you.
You see me.

I don’t think Jesus is only seeing a secret identity that Peter already had inside of him and was waiting for someone to notice. He is seeing who Peter is becoming. Because Peter isn’t finished yet.

Peter gives a pretty good answer, today: “You are the Messiah, the son of the living God.”
But next week we’re going to hear the story that comes right after this in the Gospel, where Peter gets it completely wrong.
So, that should assure us that being Jesus’ disciple and friend isn’t about having all the right answers, because none of us do.

Peter is still becoming the person he’s going to be. Jesus sees that in him, even as Peter sees Jesus for who he is.

I see you,
and you see me,
and we become us.

This is not just about Peter. It’s about all of us.

Jesus says, “On this rock, I will build my church.”

He’s not talking about a building or an institution. He’s talking about the community of gathered disciples that now covers the Earth and spans the last 2,000 years. This is about all of us seeing each other and loving each other into who we are.

And then, finally, Jesus says something else that’s really, really remarkable:
He says, “The gates of Hades will not prevail against it.”

Which brings me back to my friend Cole:

At the end of seminary, in those days before social media made it possible for us to stay in touch with everybody we’ve ever met, Cole and I decided that we respected and loved each other too much to lie to each other.

I was going to the East Coast and Cole was going to the West Coast. We weren’t going to make false promises about calling every week or writing letters. We knew that probably wasn’t going to happen.

So, instead of fooling ourselves, Cole and I told each other the truth. We gave thanks for the beautiful time we had together, for the ways that we had shaped each other as fellow disciples of Jesus, for the love we shared as brothers in Christ, and then we went our separate ways.

A couple of years later, Facebook became a thing, and we got back in touch. We were never as close as we had been on those days when we were making those drives, but the fondness remained.

And then, about a month ago, Cole died of cancer.

I reached out to his wife. I attended his memorial service online. I got to hear all these amazing stories of the people who had loved him in the 20 years since I had last seen him. I got to hear about the kind of husband, and father, and pastor that Cole had become. And I was filled with so much gratitude for him, even as I was missing him.

That’s when I was struck by Jesus’ words about the gates of Hades not prevailing:

Hades means death. It is the Greek name for the underworld and the god of death.
According to Jesus, Hades has gates.
And gates are defensive.

We tend to think of death as something that is attacking us, so we huddle in our churches and pray that it will eventually give up and go away, but that’s not how Jesus sees death.
According to Jesus, we are the ones attacking death, and death is on the defensive.

We’re afraid of death, but it’s death that should be afraid of us.

Jesus says that Hades is behind those gates and the gates will not hold.
Death will not have the last word.

I think I learned something about that at Cole’s memorial service.

The love that he and I shared was greater than the geographical space between us, and even bigger than the space between life and death itself.

Death cannot undo what love has made.

Kindred in Christ, I think our calling this week is fairly simple:
Look deeply and really see one another, not just with the eyes of our heads, but with the eyes of our hearts.
Know one another deeply and allow yourself to be known.
Help nurture one another into who we are becoming,
so that, like Jesus and Peter, we too can say:

I see you,
you see me,
we become us,
and, by the grace of the living God,
death cannot undo what love has made.

Pastor Cole Meckle

The Sin of Stupidity

Sermon for Proper 15, Year A

Matthew 15:10–20, 21–28

Dearly beloved kindred in Christ:
Don’t be stupid. Amen.

Okay, I should probably unpack that a little bit before I sit down. When I say, “don’t be stupid,” I’m not talking about a lack of intelligence or knowledge. That’s ignorance. And the fact is that every single one of us is ignorant about something (or many things).

Stupidity is not a lack of information.

Learning is hard work, but there comes a point when it takes more work to not learn something than it would take to just go ahead and learn.

And when we reach that point, we have become committed to our ignorance. And it’s that commitment to ignorance that I define as “stupidity.”

Therefore, stupidity is not an intelligence problem at all. It’s a moral problem.

Stupidity is a sin in the eyes of God.

I bring this up because today’s gospel contains a story where Jesus refuses to be stupid.

The scene begins with him traveling to the region of Tyre and Sidon. This is Gentile territory, not Jewish. A bunch of pagans running around with different culture, and different customs. Things that Jesus and his disciples were probably not familiar with on a day-to-day basis.

While they’re traveling through this area, a very impertinent woman comes and starts shouting after them. “Jesus, Lord, Son of David, have mercy on me!”

And at first, Jesus is just ignoring her, not responding at all, until his disciples get annoyed.

“Jesus, can you send her away or something? She’s really getting annoying.”

Jesus says, “Listen, ma’am, I was sent only to the lost sheep of the house of Israel.”

Does she listen? No. She stays on him, blocks his path, kneels in front of him, and says, “Lord, help me.”

Jesus says something really rude at this point. He says, “It is not fair to take children’s food and throw it to the dogs.”

He’s calling this woman a dog. We have a word for that in English. I’m not going to repeat it, but you know what it is. It’s really uncomfortable to imagine Jesus talking to someone in that way, especially someone who’s just a mother seeking help for her child! So what if she’s from a different culture?

But still, this woman doesn’t give up. She says to him, “Yes, Lord, but even the dogs receive the crumbs that fall from their master’s table.”

Jesus is taken aback.

“Woman,” he says, “great is your faith.”

And let’s not gloss over that moment. Remember that Jesus, a faithful Jew, the central figure of the Christian religion, is talking to a pagan and saying, “You’ve got a lot of faith.”

That’s the way Jesus interacts with people of different religious beliefs.

What we see happening here is Jesus changing his mind.

That also might make us uncomfortable.

We have this idea that Jesus is perfect, he’s the sinless son of God, and things that are perfect don’t change. So why would Jesus change his mind? Unless… changing is part of his perfection.

Jesus here is refusing to be stupid. He’s willing to change his mind when love demands it.

In the beginning, it seems like he really thought his whole movement was just for Jews only. But then, as a result of this encounter, Jesus changes his mind.

In Luke’s Gospel, it says that Jesus “increased in wisdom.”
In the letter to the Hebrews, it says that Jesus as the son of God “learned obedience.”

Jesus learns.
Jesus grows.
This makes sense because Jesus was fully human.
And human beings grow.

If that’s true for Jesus, then it can be true for us too.

I think of the people who I tend to write off because they disagree with me, or because I think they don’t know as much as me about something.

Sometimes I get a big ego about it.
I want to write them off, and in that moment, Jesus comes to me and warns me about the sin of stupidity.

The sin of stupidity is not about being wrong. It’s about being so convinced that I am right, that I am not willing to consider any other perspectives, or change my mind, no matter what truth or love demands of me.

That’s the sin that Jesus avoided and gave us an example for how to avoid.

Here in today’s gospel, the incarnate Son of God is willing to be challenged. He’s humble enough to consider someone else’s situation and change his mind when he’s presented with new information.

Jesus refuses to be stupid.
Our invitation is to do likewise.

As we go into this week, encountering people who may differ from us or disagree with us, let’s remember how Jesus acted with someone who disagreed with him:

Let’s keep an open mind.
Let’s be like Jesus.

And most of all,
Let’s not be stupid.

The Faithful Tension

Sermon for the Fourth Sunday in Lent

John 9:1-41

I heard a story about a physics professor who began the first day of his quantum mechanics class in an unusual way:

He looked out at the room full of students and said, “Right now, the difference between you and me is that you understand quantum mechanics and I do not.
But if you study hard and pay attention this semester, by the end of this course you too will not understand quantum physics—just as I do not.”

The deeper someone studies the universe, the more they discover how strange it is.
In fact, the physicist Richard Feynman once said, “I think I can safely say that nobody understands quantum mechanics.”

The more you learn, the more you realize how much you don’t know.
Which is interesting, because most of us tend to assume the opposite.
We assume that knowledge leads to certainty.
But sometimes knowledge leads to humility.

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Psychologists have a name for this: the Dunning–Kruger effect. People who know the least about a subject often feel the most confident about it. And the more someone actually learns about something, the more aware they become of how much they still don’t understand. In other words, the first step toward wisdom is realizing that we don’t know as much as we thought we did.

But our culture doesn’t reward that kind of humility. Our culture assumes that mature opinions are strong ones, that faith equals certainty, and that clarity means figuring everything out. The only problem is that the social pressure—to have the answers—can keep us from seeing what’s actually in front of us.

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Today’s gospel is about being able to see what’s right in front of us.
In it, Jesus heals a man who was born blind.
But the healing itself turns out not to be the main point of the story.
The real story is about how people interpret what they see.

In fact, the story begins with a question from Jesus’ own disciples.
They see the blind man and ask, “Rabbi, who sinned—this man or his parents—that he was born blind?”
It’s an understandable question. But notice what they are doing.
They are trying to explain what they see by fitting it into a neat category. In that culture, people saw any kind of suffering as divine retribution for sins.
Someone must be to blame. Someone must have caused this.
That instinct—to explain things quickly, to sort the world into clear black & white answers—is something all of us share.

After the man receives his sight, the religious leaders begin questioning him. They want to know how it happened, who did it, and what it means.
And very quickly, three very different responses begin to emerge.
First, there are the Pharisees.

They keep repeating the same phrase:
“We know.”

We know this man is not from God.
We know this man is a sinner.
We know that God spoke to Moses.

They are certain.
Their minds are already made up.

Then there are the man’s parents.
When the authorities question them, they say something different:
“We do not know.”
But the Gospel tells us why they say this: They are afraid.

The religious authorities have already announced that anyone who openly supports Jesus will be expelled from the synagogue. So the parents step carefully. They avoid taking a stand. They say just enough to protect themselves.
“We don’t know.”

And then there is the man who was healed.
He speaks differently from both groups.

At one point he says, “I do not know.”
He admits he doesn’t understand everything that has happened.
But he doesn’t stop there.
He also says,
“One thing I do know: though I was blind, now I see.”

Do you hear the difference?

The Pharisees claim certainty about things they cannot see.
The parents retreat into uncertainty because they are afraid.
But the healed man holds two things together at the same time.

He is honest about what he does not know and truthful about what he does know.
Real faith often lives in that tension.

“I don’t know whether he is a sinner,” he admits.
“But one thing I do know: I was blind, and now I see.”

And as the conversation continues, something remarkable happens.
The more certain the Pharisees become, the harder their hearts grow.
The parents remain cautious and quiet.
But the man who stays honest about both his knowledge and his ignorance begins to see more clearly.

You can watch his understanding grow as the story unfolds.

At first he simply refers to “the man called Jesus.”
Later he says, “He is a prophet.”
Then he goes further and says,
“If this man were not from God, he could do nothing.”
His faith is developing.
Not because he started with perfect understanding.
But because he stayed honest about what he had experienced.

Eventually the religious leaders lose patience with him. They say, “You were born entirely in sins, and are you trying to teach us?”
And then the Gospel says something that would have been devastating in that world.
They drive him out.

Being expelled from the synagogue was not just embarrassing.
It meant being cut off from the center of life. It meant exclusion, isolation, and possibly even the loss of family relationships.
All because he refused to deny what he had seen.

And for a moment, the story becomes very quiet.

The man who was once blind now sees.
But he stands outside the community.
Alone.

Then the Gospel says something very simple.
Jesus heard that they had driven him out.
And then he found him.

That line is easy to miss.
But it is the turning point of the entire story.

The man does not go looking for Jesus.
Jesus goes looking for him and finds him.
And when they meet, Jesus asks him,
“Do you believe in the Son of Man?”
The man answers with the same honesty he has shown all along.
“Who is he, sir, that I may believe in him?”
He still does not pretend to know.

And then Jesus says something extraordinary:
“You have seen him.”

And when the man hears this, the Gospel says,
“Lord, I believe.”
And he worships him.

Think about the irony of that moment:
The people who insisted that they could see clearly remain blind.
And the man who admitted that he did not know is the one who finally sees.

That brings us to the promise at the heart of this story:
We see more clearly, not when we have all the answers, but when we’re honest enough to admit we don’t.
That can sometimes be a lonely place to stand, but it is exactly where Jesus meets us.

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The willingness to be both honest and humble, even when we don’t have all the answers, makes a practical difference in the real world, as well as in our spiritual lives.

There was a doctor who lived in Vienna in the 1840s named Ignaz Semmelweis. His name is not widely known today, but he laid the groundwork for huge medical advances that continue to save lives.

While working in the maternity ward, Dr. Semmelweis noticed a disturbingly high mortality rate due to postpartum infection, known at the time as “Childbed Fever.”

These were the days before humans understood what germs are, so the prevailing medical theory was that diseases were caused by the body’s four humours being out-of-balance.

As a man of his time, Dr. Semmelweis did not understand the true cause of his patients’ deaths.
But as a man of science, he knew to trust the evidence of his eyes. He noticed that the patients in the ward run by midwives had a much lower mortality rate than the patients in the ward run by the doctors.

His best guess, after examining the evidence, was that his student physicians were coming into contact with some kind of toxic particles while working on cadavers before coming to the maternity ward.

So, he came up with a creative solution that would go on to revolutionize the practice of medicine and save lives in the future: he had the doctors wash their hands with disinfectant before examining their patients.

Today, we would look at this simple solution and say, “Well, duh!“ but at the time, it was highly controversial. Dr. Semmelweis’ idea flew directly in the face of established medical theory and practice for the time. He was reviled and insulted by his fellow doctors until he had a nervous breakdown.

But years later, Dr. Semmelweis would be vindicated by Dr. Louis Pasteur, who discovered germ theory and made it central to the practice of medicine, as it is today.

Like the man born blind in today’s gospel, Dr. Semmelweis was ostracized from his community for questioning the established orthodoxy of his day, but in so doing, he saved lives. Not just in his own day, but in ours as well.

I invite you to give thanks to God for Dr. Semmelweis the next time you use a bottle of hand sanitizer.

Even though he paid a price for his honesty and bravery, I believe that Jesus was with him, just as Jesus was with the formerly blind man after he was expelled from the synagogue.

Kindred in Christ, I invite you today to stand with Jesus, in the company of those who have been exiled from their families and homes, because they have dared to question the way things have always been, and trusted instead in the evidence of their own eyes.

I invite you to share in the honesty and humility of the man born blind in today’s gospel. I invite you to share in the courage and curiosity of Dr. Semmelweis, who changed the practice of medicine.

I invite you to stand also with President Thomas Jefferson, who rejected the divine right of kings and proclaimed instead: “We hold these truths to be self-evident: That all men are created equal: That they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights.”

I invite you to stand with the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, who had a dream that his children would “one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.”

Each and every one of these people had the humility and curiosity to say, “I don’t know,” to the prevailing prejudice of their day. And they had the honesty and courage to say, “one thing I do know,” to the evidence of their own faith and experience.

From the perspective of this world, they stood alone, but we the people of faith know in our hearts that Jesus stood with them, as he stands with us still, in the faithful tension between what we know and what we don’t know.

When the world demands certainty from us, we answer with humility: “I don’t know.”
When the world demands silence from us, we answer with courage: “One thing I do know, that though I was blind, now I see.”

Amen?

Turning the Lights On

Sermon for the 3rd Sunday of Epiphany.

The biblical text is Isaiah 9:1-4.

Back when I was a little kid, I would sometimes wake up in the middle of the night, maybe after a nightmare, and I would look around my room in the dark.

And this place that felt so comfortable and so familiar to me in the daytime suddenly felt very foreign and strange in the nighttime. I was certain that there was danger in the darkness. And some of it, to be fair, was real. I never did a good job of keeping my room clean—either then or now—so it was entirely possible that I might trip and fall over something without the lights on. But some of that danger, I now know, was imaginary—like the monster under the bed or the boogeyman hiding in my closet.

But either way, whether I was thinking about real danger or imaginary danger, the feeling of fear was real.

I think we’ve all felt that way at some point or another in our lives—whether it was back when we were kids or maybe even now that we’re grown-ups. The things we’re afraid of might be different, and they too might be real or imaginary. But the fear itself stays the same.

The people of the kingdom of Judah in the 8th century BCE felt that fear too—the terror of a kid waking up in the middle of the night and not recognizing their own bedroom—Except that the people of Judah were feeling it about their country.

They didn’t recognize it anymore. There was trouble brewing at home and abroad. Their leaders had become self-absorbed and inhumane. And the prophet Isaiah—the one person in the capital city who was making any sense at all—wasn’t being listened to by anyone.

The Assyrian Empire was lurking on their borders, threatening invasion, and meanwhile Ahaz, the king of Judah, was busy flirting with their king and trying to impress him in any way that he could. It was as if a deep darkness had settled over their country, and the familiar landscape had suddenly become unrecognizable.

These were scary times for the people of Judah. And that’s where our first reading, from the book of Isaiah, picks up today.

And the prophet Isaiah doesn’t beat around the bush: He gets straight to the point, saying, “The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light; those who lived in a land of deep darkness—on them light has shined.”

Light is a funny thing. It doesn’t change much, but it makes all the difference.

For that kid who wakes up in the middle of the night, turning on the light is the one thing that can assuage that overwhelming fear. When the light is on, you can see a path through the messy room to the door. When the light is on, you can see that there are no monsters under the bed or in the closet. When the lights are on, you can remember that the place where you are now is the same place where you felt so at home before—you were just temporarily blinded by the darkness.

Turning on the lights doesn’t bring the night to an end any quicker, and it certainly doesn’t cause the room to be any less messy than it was before, but it makes it possible for you to see a way through the mess to the other side, and it gives you the comfort and strength you need to make it through the night until a new day dawns.

That’s the hope that the prophet Isaiah was giving to the people of Judah during their time living “in a land of deep darkness.”

The candle in the night was a sign of better days to come.

The word Isaiah uses to describe this new day—the word he repeats over and over again—is joy. He says, “You have multiplied the nation; you have increased its joy… They rejoice before you, as with joy at the harvest.”

It’s joy, joy, joy.

Isaiah says to his people, “I know things are tough right now, and in the darkness, you don’t recognize the country that once felt so familiar to you. But I promise you that a new day will dawn—a day of joy. And it will come when you least expect it, and in a way that you didn’t see coming.”

He said to the people that, “the yoke of their burden… the bar across their shoulders… and the rod of their oppressor,” would be broken “as on the day of Midian.”

And that’s a very interesting phrase.

When Isaiah talks about “the day of Midian,” he’s talking about a very specific scene from the book of Judges.

In Judges, chapter 7, the hero Gideon defeats a vast army in battle with an impossibly small force of underdogs. By the numbers, it should not have worked. But God was with them, and they stood up for what was right anyway, in spite of the overwhelming odds. And in the end, they were victorious.

So when Isaiah says that “the rod of the oppressor will be broken as on the day of Midian,” he’s saying to the people of Judah, “Just as God was with our ancestors in their struggle for what was right, so God will be with us too in ours.”

And I believe that message applies not just to the people of Isaiah’s day in the 8th century BCE, but to us too in our own day.

It’s easy to look around at the way things are today and see the darkness.

It’s easy to feel the fear and want to lash out in anger.

But what God asks of us instead is to be the light and let that light shine for all to see.

As we already talked about, light doesn’t change much—but it brings clarity. It allows the truth of our present moment to be seen for what it is. Light beats back the darkness of fear with the brightness of perspective. When we look around the room with the lights on, we see what’s really going on, and we are not afraid.

With the lights on, we can say to the monster under our bed, “You’re not really there. You have no power over me.” With the lights on, we can say to the mess on the floor, “I’m going to clean you up tomorrow, and you will not cause me to stumble and fall during this temporary time of darkness.” With the lights on, we can say to our fears—both real and imaginary—“You don’t scare me anymore.”

So, kindred in Christ, my message to you today is this:

Let your light shine. Now more than ever.

When the darkness of this world threatens to overwhelm you with fear, answer with light—light that brings truth and clarity, light that refuses to let you deny the evidence of your eyes, light that exposes monsters for the illusions that they are, light that dispels the darkness of fear for the brightness and warmth of home.

Because that is where we are.

Scripture tells us, in the Gospel according to John, chapter 1, verse 5, “The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.”

My dear, beloved kindred in Christ, I proclaim to you today, in this season of Epiphany, that the scripture is true: The darkness has not overcome the light.

In fact, darkness is simply the absence of light. So, wherever the light shines, the darkness flees in terror.

You need not fear the monster under your bed, because the truth is that the monster is afraid of you.

So, let your light shine, my friends. Say to yourself, “This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine.”

Let it shine through the cameras of your cell phones.
Let it shine in your posts on social media.
Let it shine in your conversations with friends and family.
Let it shine in the acts of mercy and justice that you share in solidarity with your neighbors.

Let it shine.
Let it shine.
Let it shine.

Because, “the people who walked in darkness have seen a great light; those who lived in a land of deep darkness—on them light has shined.”

“The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.”

Amen?

Home By Another Way

Sermon for the Feast of the Epiphany

The text is Matthew 2:1-12.

When I was younger, I used to believe that there was one specific right way, and a whole lot of wrong ways, to practice spirituality. I thought I had to believe all the right doctrines and follow all the rules perfectly, or else God would get mad at me and punish me accordingly.

Now, to be fair to my younger self, there were a few upsides to this way of thinking. For one, it gave me a very strong moral compass, which is a good thing for a young person to have. And number two, it gave me a strong sense of community with others who were trying to practice their spirituality in the same way. And that’s also a good thing.

The downside, however, was that I lived with a constant sense of dread—that if I asked too many tough questions, or failed to live up to my moral code, I would be in deep yogurt with God, who watched everything I did, listened to every word I said, and knew every thought I thunk, and was keeping a meticulous record of all of it, for which I would one day have to answer.

I knew very well just how much I failed to live up to the high standard I set for myself, and I figured that God was looking at me in just the same way—only more so, because God could never forget.

I’ll be honest. Living with that kind of fear, 24 hours a day, seven days a week, was crazy-making. I was told that I needed to trust in God, but the God I believed in—the all-seeing and all-knowing micromanager—wasn’t trustworthy. That kind of God was less like the lover of our souls and more like an abusive ex-boyfriend. No matter how hard I tried, nothing I did would ever be good enough.

I believed these things about God because I thought that’s what it said in the Bible. But then I made one fatal mistake: I actually read the Bible. And what I found there was something more complex, more nuanced, and more loving than the abusive ex-boyfriend I had been in a relationship with up to that moment.

It’s funny, isn’t it, how the Bible is a central source of our theology, but actually reading it can completely wreck that theology?

The gospel for the Feast of the Epiphany is one of those biblical passages that absolutely wrecked my theology. But it didn’t just break me down—it broke me open. This story opened my eyes to the reality that God is both bigger and more loving than all my narrow ideas about God.

This story—the visit of the magi, or wise men from the East, as our translation renders it—is one of the best-known and least-understood stories in the New Testament. The magi themselves were not Jewish. In all likelihood, they were Persian, from somewhere around the modern-day city of Baghdad in Iraq. The dominant religion in that area at that time was not Judaism, but Zoroastrianism. And these magi were astrologers.

And that’s the first place where the Bible starts to mess with my theology. Because I had always been told that astrology was fake and bad, and that I should stay away from it. But here was this famous story in the Bible, no less, where spiritual seekers are using astrology to find their way to the presence of Jesus. That made me go, wait, what?

And it didn’t stop there. It gets weirder—so hold on to your seats.

These Persian astrologers determined, by practicing their craft, that a great king was being born in the land of Judea, so they figured they should go and pay their respects. And if you’re looking for a newborn king, where else would you go except to the king’s palace in the capital city, right?

So they ring the doorbell and say, “Hey, congratulations.” And King Herod is just standing there like, “What? There’s no newborn king here. What are you talking about?” So he goes and consults with the bishops and the theology professors, and they tell him, “Yeah, it’s not happening here. It’s supposed to happen in Bethlehem, according to the ancient prophecies.”

So Herod sends the magi back out to find this new king—not because he wants to pay his respects, but because he wants to eliminate any possible threat to his power. But the magi don’t know that. So they set out again.

And another really interesting thing happens. The text of Matthew’s Gospel specifically says that the magi didn’t follow the directions the clergy had given them from the Bible. It says that they set out, and they saw the star again, and they followed that instead—and lo and behold, it led them to the exact same place the clergy had told them to go.

They weren’t following the “right” way that was prescribed by the Bible. They were following the light they knew, and it led them to the same place.

It’s hard to be a fundamentalist when you actually read the Bible.

So they get there, to the presence of Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. They pay their respects. They offer their gifts. And just as they’re getting ready to go home, they have a dream. And in this dream, God warns them not to return to Herod, but to return to their own country by another road.

Other translations render this sentence as “they went home by another way.” And I really like that turn of phrase.

The magi were going home by another way—not just at the end of the story, but the whole way through. They were not members of the God Squad in the traditional sense. And they didn’t follow the guidance of the Bible. They walked by the light of their own star and ended up exactly where they needed to be anyway.

That says something to me about the God we believe in today—not the abusive ex-boyfriend god, not the all-knowing micromanager, but one who is not afraid of people who ask questions, make mistakes, and travel by their own light. God was with the magi in ways that broke the rules. And that same God is still with us today and has been all along.

One of the many things that I love about the Episcopal Church is that we have a theological tradition where diversity is baked in. Our theology is not about obedience to a single infallible authority. It’s an ongoing dialogue between scripture, tradition, and reason. There is room in our theology for differing viewpoints, and the God we believe in is bigger than all of it.

No book or person or institution is capable of having the last word, because we believe that word hasn’t been spoken yet.

Like the magi, God is still guiding us closer to the presence of Jesus by many and various paths. So none of us has the right to pass judgment on another, or say with absolute certainty, “You’re wrong, and I am right.”

We might think we’re right, but God is usually standing off to the side with a little smirk, going, “Are you sure about that?”

If God could lead the magi to where they needed to be by the light of a star, then surely it’s no big problem for God to lead you wherever you need to be by means of whatever light you follow—no matter the size of your questions, the severity of your mistakes, or the strangeness of your personal beliefs.

Kindred in Christ, that’s the good news of Epiphany for us. What that good news asks of us is the courage to ask the big questions, the humility to make mistakes, and the confidence to trust that we are still loved, even when we don’t get it right.

That is the light that will lead us home by another way.

Amen?

Hope First

Sermon for the second Sunday of Christmas

The biblical text is Jeremiah 31:7-14.

Sermon recording:

In September 1940, at the height of World War II, the German Luftwaffe began a sustained bombing assault on the British capital that eventually became known as the London Blitz.

As the city burned above them, the people of London gathered and slept in the underground subway tunnels for safety.

And yet, even as the city was being bombed night after night, something remarkable happened: Concerts continued, drama troupes put on plays, teachers taught classes, and an inter-shelter darts league formed. One pianist, Myra Hess, organized daily concerts at the National Gallery. People would come on their lunch breaks, not because the war was over, not because things were safe again, but because something in them knew this mattered.

They didn’t sing because the bombing had stopped.
They sang because without beauty, without meaning, without joy, they wouldn’t survive the bombing at all.

And that human instinct — to cling to hope before everything is fixed — is exactly what we hear in today’s reading from the prophet Jeremiah.

This passage comes from one of the bleakest books in the Bible. Jeremiah is not an easy prophet. He doesn’t offer quick comfort. He doesn’t soften his message. He spends much of the book warning his people — the people of Judah — that a crisis is coming.

For the first large section of the book, Jeremiah is doing one hard thing over and over again. He is speaking the truth about his nation’s injustice, exploitation, and unfaithfulness to God’s covenant, even though he knows the king won’t listen. He keeps telling the truth anyway, even though it gets him ignored, mocked, threatened, and eventually imprisoned.

And the truth he speaks is this:
“If we have lost faith in the core principles that make us who we are as a nation, then no amount of wealth, power, or political strategy will be able to shelter us from the consequences of our own actions.”

Jeremiah is not speaking as an outsider. He is speaking as a concerned citizen. He loves his people. That’s why he tells the truth.

Later in the book, the tone shifts again. By that point, his warnings have gone unheeded. The moment of truth has come and gone. The disaster Jeremiah spoke about has arrived. Jerusalem has fallen to the Babylonians. The people have been carried off into exile.

So, for Jeremiah and the people of Judah, the question is no longer, “How do we avoid this?”
The question is, “How do we live now that it’s here?”

That final section of Jeremiah is about acceptance — not resignation, but the sober recognition that what’s done is done, and all that remains is to make the best of it.

But right in the middle of those two sections, between the warnings and the acceptance, we get a third section that scholars call the Book of Consolation. Chapters 30 through 33. This is the section where today’s first reading comes from.

What’s striking about the Book of Consolation is that Jeremiah offers hope before the exile is resolved. Consolation comes before acceptance. Not because everything is okay, but because Jeremiah knows that, without hope, the people will not be able to survive what lies ahead.

Listen again to the imagery Jeremiah uses. This is not quiet, private reassurance. This is public celebration. Singing. Shouting. Gathering. Grain, wine, and oil. A watered garden.

And notice who’s invited:
The visually impaired.
The mobility impaired.
Those who are pregnant.
Those in labor.
The people who cannot move quickly. The people who cannot carry much. The people who are exhausted, vulnerable, and easily left behind.

If you step back and picture it, what Jeremiah is describing looks less like a church service and more like a street party.

This is not a party for the strong. This is not a celebration of victory or success. This is a gathering that moves at the pace of the most vulnerable. No one is told to wait until they’re healed. No one is told to come back later when they’re stronger.

Everyone belongs.

Jeremiah even says, “I will give the priests their fill of fatness” — as a priest myself, I’m trying not to take that one personally.

But the most important thing to notice is this: the party happens before anything is fixed.

The exile is still real. The losses are still fresh. The future is still uncertain. And yet — the singing continues.

Just like the music during the Blitz, this isn’t a celebration because the danger is gone. It’s a celebration because without joy, without meaning, people won’t make it through what’s coming.

What’s fascinating is that psychology tells us something very similar.

Viktor Frankl, who survived the Nazi concentration camps, noticed that people didn’t endure suffering because it stopped. They endured because they found a reason to keep going. Meaning came first. Relief came later — if it came at all.

Or as Frankl famously put it, those who have a “why” to live can bear almost any “how.”

In other words, hope comes before acceptance. Without it, people collapse.

Developmental psychology tells us something similar from the very beginning of life. Erik Erikson wrote that hope is the first human virtue, formed not through explanation or reasoning, but through trust.

You don’t argue a baby into trust.

You don’t sit down with a newborn and say, “Now listen here, if you’ll just consider the evidence, you’ll see that you have been fed and changed, that your parents love you very much, and that it’s in everyone’s best interest that you lay down and go to sleep…”

Obviously, you don’t do that. You hold them.

Trust comes before understanding. Hope comes before explanation.

That explains why Jeremiah doesn’t wait until the exile is over to offer hope. He offers it first — because without it, the people won’t survive the truth they’re about to face.

The kind of hope Jeremiah is talking about is not mere optimism or denial, but something tougher.

I read a Tweet online that illustrates this kind of hope perfectly. It was written by someone named Matthew @Crowsfault and says:

“People speak of hope as if it is this delicate, ephemeral thing made of whispers and spider’s webs. It’s not. Hope has dirt on her face, blood on her knuckles, the grit of the cobblestones in her hair, and just spat out a tooth as she rises for another go.”

I absolutely love that. That’s the kind of hope you need when you’re living in exile.

And that kind of hope matters not just for us as individuals, but for us as communities.

When communities come under strain, they tend to split into two instincts. Some respond by saying the only faithful thing to do is expose every failure, until there’s nothing left but despair. Others respond by saying the only faithful thing to do is protect what’s good, even if it means refusing to see what’s broken.

Jeremiah refuses both extremes.

He loves his people too much to flatter them — and too much to abandon them.

That’s why hope comes first. Accountability without hope turns into cynicism. Hope without accountability turns into denial. Jeremiah offers hope not to erase the truth, but to make it possible for the people to face it.

And this isn’t just about nations or communities. It’s about individual lives, too.

I once read about a mother whose child was born with a severe and terminal disease. There were no long-term plans. No grand ambitions. None of the milestones people usually imagine for their children.

From the outside, many would have called that situation hopeless.

But the mother wrote about discovering a different kind of hope — not hope that things would be different, but hope rooted in love, presence, and fierce attention to the life in front of her. She described learning to delight in small moments, celebrate what was real, even though the future looked nothing like what she had imagined.

That’s the hope Jeremiah is pointing toward.

Not hope that skips over suffering.
Not hope that waits for everything to be resolved.
But hope that shows up anyway — and holds us together while the story is still unfinished.

The music during the Blitz didn’t stop the bombs. But it reminded people who they were.

Jeremiah’s street party didn’t end the exile. But it reminded the people that their story wasn’t over, that God wasn’t done with them, that life itself still carried the possibility of renewal.

So the invitation in this passage is not to pretend that everything is fine. It’s to accept the fact that things are pretty messed up and practice hope anyway. To create moments of joy. To notice what is good and celebrate what is being born, even though the ending is still unclear.

Kindred in Christ, as you look around at our troubled world today, gape in horror at the latest news reports, and wonder what it’s all coming to, I dare you to practice hope as a spiritual discipline.

Not a vague optimism that everything will work out fine, not a distraction from the real problems that we are facing, but a defiant commitment to keep hoping in the face of despair. An unshakable faith that God is not done with us yet, so we owe it to ourselves and each other to keep holding on and keep looking for opportunities to do what good we can, where we can, with whomever we can, and for as long as we can.

Like the people who lived through the London Blitz, we too have a need to sing before the war is over.
We too have a need to gather before the exile ends.
We too have a need to hold tightly onto one another, not because everything is okay, but precisely because it isn’t!

Because hope isn’t what comes after we heal the world.
Hope is what makes healing the world possible.

Amen?