St.
Barnabas Episcopal Church, Glen Ellyn, Diocese of Chicago Pentecost
14, Proper 18, 9/9/01
Deut.
30:15-20, Psalm 1, Philemon 1-20, Luke 14:25-33
(Twenty years ago two days before 9/11)
It was a tough
week for religion in the news. On Monday, another Palestinian suicide bomber
blew himself up in an attempt to maim or kill others. Then, there were Protestants verbally
harassing and stoning little Catholic girls on their way to school in Northern
Ireland. The Taliban Islamic government of Afghanistan was also in the news
bringing some relief workers to trial, accusing them of seeking to spread
Christianity. And then yesterday, we heard about rioting in Nigeria between
Moslems and Christians in which at least 50 people have been killed so far. It
makes you wonder if you want to have anything to do with religion or god stuff
if it’s that problematic. Maybe those who say that religion has done more harm
than good in history are right after all.
I’m wondering
because in this morning’s gospel Jesus calls us to a radical kind of loyalty.
What kind of loyalty is he calling us to and to what? To God? What kind of god?
No doubt each situation is more complicated than this, but in one way or
another in the past week we have seen people kill or attempt some sort of
violence in the name of some god. Or, at least, loyalty to an idea about god
was involved. Is it right to do such things, to kill or be killed in the name
of god? The question sounds preposterous to us. One reason, it sounds
preposterous to us is because in western society we have become immunized to
the power of faith. Culturally, and all too often, personally, we tend to think
of religion as a sort of hobby, one step above stamp collecting or bird
watching. Some people are into stamp collecting. Some people are into bird
watching. Some people are into Christianity. Others are into Buddhism or
something else. But it is all more or less a matter of private preference, a
hobby; certainly nothing you would kill someone over, nothing you would risk
dying for. Don’t those people in Palestine and Northern Ireland and Nigeria and
Afghanistan and everywhere else get that? Don’t they understand this is not a
matter of life and death?
Or is it? Is
it wrong to kill or die in the name of God? The more I thought about it this
week, the more it occurred to me that it is actually a rather interesting
question. I’m not sure the answer is altogether obvious. If God is the ultimate
reality, the ultimate and final good, what else would be worth killing or dying
for? If I won’t kill or die in the name of God, why would I kill or die for the
sake of something less? If not God, what about country? What about ideology,
justice, or freedom? Or, as Jesus questions so offensively this morning, for
the sake of family? For whom or what are we willing to kill? For whom or what
are we willing to die? What is worth the ultimate sacrifice of my own life or
the responsibility of taking someone else’s? To what to whom or to what do I
pledge such allegiance? If we can answer that set of questions we will get
pretty close to what “god” really is for us. Whatever it is to which I am willing to give
over that kind of allegiance or loyalty, that kind of sacrifice, is my
god whether or not I call it religion. Is it O.K. to kill in the name of God? Ultimately, it depends on what god we are
talking about, what god we are seeking to follow and please. To what or whom do
I pledge such allegiance?
Since their
inception, nations and governments have demanded the ultimate sacrifice from
their citizens. When your nation says go to this place and kill these people, you
are expected to obey – to kill and to risk being killed. Others have done the
same in the name of abstract ideas such as justice and freedom. More often than
not, a varnish of god-talk is usually added to all of these to lend legitimacy.
I don’t know if the suicide bomber did what he did for God or justice or
revenge or some combination of these. I don’t know enough about Islam to know
how he might have thought he was pleasing to the God he worshiped. I do know that not all faithful Moslems would
agree with him.
I do know a
little bit about Jesus. Following Jesus rules that kind of thing out. You don’t
have to be an absolute pacifist to read Jesus and find that his way is not the
way of violence. It is hard to justify killing in the name of the one who said,
“Turn the other cheek.” It is hard to justify killing in the name of the one
who said, “Love your enemy and pray for those who persecute you.” His is not
the way of retribution. His is not the way of meanness. Whatever else the
Protestants who were hurling invective and stones at the little Catholic girls
thought they were doing, they were not following the way of Jesus. Though,
tragically, it has been done; killing in the name of Jesus and the God we know
through Jesus is an oxymoron.
To die in the
name of Jesus and the God we know through him is a different matter. In fact,
that is the point. When he says, “Count the cost. Decide now whether or not you
are going to be able to finish the building,” that’s what he has in mind. Following
Jesus into the heart of God is no hobby. In this morning’s reading from the
Gospel of Luke, Jesus is on his way to Jerusalem and he knows what is in store
for him there. He is on a mission, but it is a mission that he knows ends only
one way. It ends in his death. He is on his way to Jerusalem, the center of
power – political and religious power – and he intends to throw a wrench in the
works. He intends to throw a wrench in the usual way of things, the way of
intimidation and oppression, the way of coercion, the way of control, the way
of violence. More than throw a wrench into the works, Jesus intends to be the wrench in the works to upset the
usual machinery of violence and bondage.
To those who
are following him, he lays out his agenda pretty clearly. “If you think you are
following me in some sort of victorious parade in which we are going to march
into Jerusalem, take things over, kick the Romans out, and set the temple
worship straight, you’ve got the wrong guy. If you want to follow me into
Jerusalem, take up the cross and follow me. Take up the cross and prepare to
die.” To follow Jesus is to follow him in that mission, the mission to upset
the usual way of things – the way of things we see in the nightly news and in
the morning paper. Sometimes that might mean actual martyrdom.” There have been
places and times when people have literally died for the sake of that mission. There
are people in the world now for whom that is a day-to-day possibility. But for
most of us, most of the time, it is the daily martyrdom of dying to self and
learning to live in love for the other. That, too, is taking up our cross and
following Jesus. As Dietrich Bonhoeffer wrote, “When Christ calls a man, he
bids him come and die.” Nowhere does he bid us to kill.
There is only
one cross. Sometimes people talk about “their cross to bear” as if each of us
had his or her own individual cross. “I have this problematic child and she is
my cross to bear.” Or, “I have this illness and that is my cross to bear.” Or,
“I am in this relationship where I am being abused and that is my cross to
bear.” That is a misappropriation of
what Jesus is calling us to. Taking up your cross and following Jesus is not
resigning yourself to being abused and trapped in a situation beyond your
control. It is a call to servanthood not servitude. Taking up the cross of
Christ is choosing freely to follow him in his mission of resistance, his
mission of proclaiming mercy and grace, peace and justice. There is only one
cross, and it is the cross of Christ.
Ultimately, he bears that cross with us.
He is on the cross with us and before us.
Jesus, in this
morning’s gospel, challenges us to put all other loyalties in the context of
his mission, all other loyalties in the context of the cross. When Christians marry, they marry with that
mission in mind. Marriage is one place and one way we can serve the mission. We
can learn to love. We can learn to give
totally of ourselves. We can create space where the stranger is welcome and
generosity is given. If we choose to be single, we choose to be single for the
same reason, because sometimes being single is the best way to serve the
mission. If we choose to have children that, too, is not something that just
happens. That’s something we do because having children is a way of witnessing
to the mission, to the kingdom, and to raise up new disciples, new witnesses. All
loyalties – families, friends, nation – are redefined in the context of that
ultimate loyalty to the way of Jesus, the way of the cross. Jesus does not say
focus on the family; he says focus on the cross. And there are no precious
moments on the way of the cross. Bonhoeffer wrote, “The cross of Christ
destroyed the equation that religion equals happiness.” That might be
overstating the case just a bit. As we sang in the opening hymn (483), the
cross is also our life and our health. It is the way of grace, the way of joy. But
certainly the call to take up our cross destroys the equation that religion, at
least religion that is true to Jesus Christ, equals sentimentality and
nostalgia. It also destroyed the equation that religion is compatible with the
way of violence.
The way of the
cross is the way of Jesus and it is the way to which he calls us. It is the way
of dying to self and living toward the other. It is the way of servanthood. It
is the way of reaching out to the stranger, of proclaiming God’s favor, God’s
mercy. Those of us who have experienced that mercy are called to embody it to
those who do not yet know it. We are called to be the peace of Christ, not just
to pass it, but to be it. We are called to be people of forgiveness,
people who know how to love our enemy, people who know what it means to welcome
the stranger. Protestants welcome Catholics. Catholics welcome Protestants. Christians
welcome Jews. Christians love and welcome Moslems. We are called to a life of
resolute kindness and peace. It is the way of the cross. It is the way of
Christ. It is a call to resist all that says no to the goodness of God’s
creation and to the worth of each person. It is a call to be, in ways small and
great, wrenches in the usual way of things, to break up the machinery of the
way things usually go. It is a call to creatively and effectively disrupt the
cycle of violence. It is a call to live lives of gentleness, kindness, peace,
and justice in a world of violence and hate. It is a kind of martyrdom. It is
not a hobby.