“The Colors Through Which we Look at Life”

Sixth in a Series on the Sanctuary Stained Glass Windows

 

March 28, 2010 (Palm Sunday) Des Moines

Philippians 2:5-11

 

Prayers of the People

Steadfast God, you whose son did not turn away but faced into the difficult winds, we pray for courage and strength for ourselves.  If we are to be your witnesses in this time and place – if we are to be Christ’s body – we will need the movement of your Spirit behind us.  For though your name is paraded through the streets and over the airwaves, your way is commonly ridiculed and mocked, and those who try to follow it are dismissed as misguided.  We are told to stick to more spiritual matters and leave the ways of the world to those who know better. 

But who knows the ways of the world better than you – you who separated it from the waters and made sun to shine on it and plants to grow from it; you who molded our very flesh like a potter?  And what could be more powerful than your spirit that animates us with life itself?  We give you thanks and praise, O God, ruler of all that was and is and is to be, confessing our trust that you are more powerful than armies and economies, multi-national corporations and ideologies, political parties and even talk-show hosts. 

 

We pray, then, for courage and strength to be transformative instruments of your peace.  But we pray not simply for ourselves, but for all those in need of the blessing of your Spirit, ...even as we give you thanks for all those flashes of joy that brighten and encourage our days.

 

Center us in and guide us by the light of your movement ahead of us, O God, for we pray in the name of Jesus.  Amen.

 

Sermon

 

“The Cross”

            While in Italy a year or so ago, one of the pilgrimages I was determined to make was to the Church of San Lorenzo in Florence.  Somewhere in that church was a painting that had captivated me since the time I saw it as a college student traveling with a group from the religion department, and for the past 30 years the memory of it had captivated me.  It is a painting by the contemporary artist Pietro Annigoni who uses an unusual combination of bright gold and rich blues to accentuate the simple scene of the young boy Jesus in his father’s carpenter shop.  He is bent over a worktable, concentrating on the project at hand, Joseph standing patiently, affectionately beside.  The shop, itself, is a sparse and simple shed – suggested rather than detailed by a couple of upright studs and a curiously red lintel that just might recall the lamb’s blood smeared over the doorways of Israelite households on the night of the Passover.  In the foreground, a particular piece of lumber leans upright against the table, casting on the wall behind the figures a shadow in the shape of a cross. 

            Which, looking back from our vantage point in time, is the way we filter Jesus’ entire ministry:  as lived under the looming shadow of the cross.  It’s strange, when you think about it, that the cross has come to be such an ubiquitous symbol of our faith – fashioned into jewelry, mounted as wall ornaments, integrated as architectural elements.  The cross, after all, isn’t a pretty thing.  Having much in common with nooses and gas chambers and electric chairs, the cross was an imperial form of execution reserved, in the case of Rome, explicitly for enemies of the state – those guilty of treason and chronically defiant slaves; which isn’t the way we typically think of Jesus.  Crucifixion, by design, was a public, prolonged, and excruciatingly painful form of execution “that carried the message, 'Don't you dare defy imperial authority, or this will happen to you.' It was state torture and terrorism” conceived to maintain order – or, as the Roman government would have defined it, “peace”  (Crossan and Borg, The First Paul, pp. 131-132).

            My sense is that we are more accustomed to thinking of the cross in spiritual rather than political terms – the cross as symbol of personal salvation rather than social revolution; as the guarantee that my sins are forgiven rather than a frontal assault on the ways that the world is ordered and run.  But any insights about our soul that we might glean from the death of Jesus are artificial if they ignore what that death also has to teach us about the kind of community God intends. 

            It is worth noticing that the authorities of the time – the “system” – took the measure of Jesus and essentially voted “no.”  Like a deadly virus they needed to eradicate, Jesus was deemed to be a threat to the order of life as they had quite methodically shaped it.  And Jesus would have agreed, casting something of a “no” vote of his own:  no to any way of life that values peace and quiet over honor and compassion; that blithely accommodates the starvation and disenfranchisement of the many as the reasonable and acceptable cost of the gluttony of the few; that deems some to be too important to fail while others are scored too insignificant to matter; that settles for immediate pleasure over long-term well-being.  It’s easy to see how any king might recoil at being told that he is really only a pawn.

            But at the same time that Jesus on the cross was speaking a powerful “no” to all that dehumanizes and compresses human value and dignity into smaller and smaller boxes, he was also proclaiming a triumphant “yes” to the generosity of God’s affectionate grace, freely available to all.  No wonder the Apostle Paul could write such an otherwise bizarre sounding wish to the Galatians:   “May I never boast of anything except the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ” (6:14).  And how dramatically evocative it is now to hear him urge the Philippians to “Let the same mind be in you that was in Christ Jesus...”

This same Jesus who, among other things, “humbled himself and became obedient to the point of death on a cross.” Let the same mind be in you – the same “no’s” and the very same “yes.”

All of which helps me realize that if it can be said that all of Jesus’ life was lived toward this demonstration – not so much making possible God’s love for us, as rather making that love known; not so much passing through this life like a parade float tossing sweet wisdoms to the crowd, but engaging this world at its very roots and trying to reorient it to its proper axis; if all of his life was lived under the shadow of this cross, then we do well to notice that every time we gather in this room we find ourselves under the very same shadow.  There it is, on the south side of this room, yet another of the colors that we have been meditating on during this Lenten season through which we, as Christians, look at life:  in this instance, the cross: a sign not simply of what Jesus did, but of what we, ourselves, are called to do.   

That, I am convinced, is what Jesus meant when he told his disciples that they, too, needed to

take up their cross daily and follow me. For those who want to save their life will lose it, and those who lose their life for my sake will save it (Luke 9:23-24).

            It isn’t enough, in other words, to simply fly through life under the radar of conflict, keeping ourselves unsullied and on the straight and narrow; we are called to stand full posture, pay attention to those ways both structural and informal in which the generous, determined and embracing love of God as demonstrated on the cross is twisted into favoritism, belittlement, or disregard for the pain and well-being of others, and speak a bold and defiant “no” of our own. 

            It won’t be easy.  People who talk like that are publically ridiculed as naïve – or worse, lifted up and branded as objects of scorn.  Peacemakers, civilizers, reconcilers – lovers in the biblical sense – rarely make the news, and are more commonly mocked and martyred than respected or heard.  Let me give you an example.  Earlier this month, on his nationally broadcast talk show, one high-profile commentator whose name I’ll charitably omit counseled his listeners this way: 

“I beg you, look for the words ’social justice’ or ‘economic justice’ on your church Web site. If you find it, run as fast as you can. Social justice and economic justice, they are code words. Now, am I advising people to leave their church? Yes!  If you have a priest who is pushing social justice, go find another parish.”

            Really?  How, I wonder, would the prophet Micah respond to that – him who suggested that all God requires of us is to do justice, love kindness, and walk humbly with God (Micah 6:8)?  How does that square with Isaiah’s invitation – spoken as though coming from the very lips of God, "All you who are thirsty, come and drink. Those of you who do not have money, come, buy and eat!  Come buy wine and milk without money and without cost (Isaiah 55)?  How does that jibe with Jesus’ own parable about God’s assessment of heaven-worthy living that whenever we feed or clothe or visit or care for even the least of those around us we are as though caring for Jesus himself (Matthew 25)?  How does that set alongside the model of Christian community described in Acts where “all who believed were together and had all things in common; 45they would sell their possessions and goods and distribute the proceeds* to all, as any had need” (Acts 2:42)?

            It sounds to me like we could fairly conclude that any time we find ourselves in a religious sounding organization that is disinterested in social and economic justice we have already left the church.  I can’t squint my eyes enough to see what a church is that doesn’t talk about and advocate around such words.  It’s what compels us to undertake mission trips to impoverished and virtually forgotten villages.  It’s what drives us into organizations like AMOS.  It’s what unsettles us about the thought of people not having access to adequate health care.  It’s what moves us to bring canned goods for the Food Pantry and open classrooms for immigrant language study.  Because it finally sounds not only hollow but silly to talk about people’s soul without any conversation about or concern for the rest of their lives. 

            The gospel according to Jesus, after all, was not simply “Jesus loves me, this I know...” but also “God so loved the world that he gave his only son...”  It is a world we now view through cross-shaped glasses. 

            I understand that this isn’t real “happy talk.”  It isn’t a sexy way of seeing things, and isn’t likely to lead to prosperity, popularity, leisurely days or restful nights; it’s only likely to lead to the Kingdom of God. 

Let the same mind be in you that was in Christ Jesus, 6who humbled himself and became obedient even to the point of death on a cross.

“Take up your cross daily,” Jesus said, “and follow me.” 9

What else, after all, could we do?  We live under the shadow of -- or better said, in the full light – of it.