November 6, 2014
Lettie Pate
Evans Interim Chapel, Virginia Seminary
Luke 15:1-10
Fred Craddock calls the joy of
finding the lost in the parables we just heard the “heart of the gospel.”[1]
This is great good news and is the message of the entirety of scripture. We all
know this: God creates us in love and desires to be in relationship with us and
even though we forget this and get lost again and again, God does whatever it
takes to seek us out so that we might turn back and experience life as we were created
to. Experience true, meaningful life in the here and now, that is, eternal
life. And when any of us do turn to God, back to God, oh what joy in heaven.
Except. Except that, as Craddock
says, “This joy is also the offense of the gospel.”[2]
Of course it’s easy for us to immediately go to the bad guys, to project that
offense onto the Pharisees and Scribes, who yet again are causing trouble for
Jesus.
Jesus, as you know, has set his face
toward Jerusalem and large crowds are now following him. Tagging along are people
Joseph Fitzmyer describes as “immoral” and “irreligious.”[3]
And Jesus, the accused drunkard and glutton, essentially revels with them. Of
course, the Scribes and Pharisees are offended. Of course, they demand to know
why Jesus welcomes tax collectors and sinners.
And as Jesus is wont to do, rather
than answering them straight out, he relates three parables: the lost sheep and
lost coin and then will conclude with the prodigal son. This weird, circuitous
non-sequitur of an answer is no doubt anything but satisfying for Jesus’
questioners. Certainly, all this is offensive.
New Testament scholar Amy-Jill
Levine, who happens to be Jewish, says that the parables of Jesus “often tease us into recognizing
what we’ve already always known, and they do so by reframing our vision. The
point is less that they reveal something new than that they tap into our
memories, our values, and our deepest longings, and so they resurrect what is
very old, and very wise, and very precious. And often, very unsettling.”[4]
Now, I don’t know about you, but I
don’t like to be unsettled. And I have found that being a seminarian, being
formed, as it were, is deeply unsettling. Things I thought I knew about myself
are constantly shifting here in our very close community, and it makes me grumble.
I confess to you that sometimes, occasionally, this community whom I love, truly,
nevertheless makes me grumble.
But this community also makes me
think that we, you and I, are perhaps parables to one another, at least
following Levine’s definition, that you and I are living parables revealing the
deep mystery of God to one another in often strange and even maddening ways.
But I digress, since of course my
grumbling isn’t really in the same order as that of the Pharisees.
Or, is it?
Perhaps the Pharisees and Scribes we
meet in today’s gospel are so offended by Jesus because they have forgotten
what they already knew about God. They forgot that this great joy that Jesus
talks about is the same joy God took in delivering God’s people from bondage,
having heard their cry. It is the joy God took in calling God’s people into
covenant, giving the law in steadfast love. And in forgetting how much they had
been, were, loved, these particular
Pharisees and Scribes were unable to take part in God’s great good pleasure in loving
others, in welcoming them home, in the rejoicing, from whence flows true life.
In reading the living parables
around me here at VTS I, too, so often forget what I know. But my prayer is
that we may all remember that Jesus Christ, as the very revelation of God, ensures
us that God loves us immeasurably. That we are all already forgiven. That each
of us is sought after, and found, and is the object of God’s great joy.
I pray we remember this so that we
might be as steadfast and persistent in our love for one another as the shepherd
is for his lost sheep, as the woman for her lost coin. May we remember so that we
might not only love one another, but also show forth God’s love into the world.
May we remember so that the whole world might accept the invitation to the
extravagant party of God’s rejoicing.