mini-homily preached at Church of
the Ascension, Silver Spring, MD
in the midst of Luke’s Passion
Narrative
by Josh Hosler, Seminarian
Sunday of the Passion: Palm
Sunday/ March 24,
2013
Judas
decided not to tell Jesus he had sharpened his sword and brought it along. It
seemed like Jesus might object, and Judas really needed him not to object.
After all, Jesus had tens of thousands of devoted followers in town for the
Passover feast. If he asked them to, they’d rise up and take the city from the
Romans. Then they could buckle down for the real fight! There would be a siege,
of course, but if Jesus could feed 5000 people with five loaves of bread, that
wouldn’t be a problem. Before the year was out, the Jews would have their
country back, and their Messiah as King! So Judas kept his sword carefully
stowed, and he waited.
On
the Sunday before the Passover, the gang rode into town. People started laying
palm branches at the feet of the donkey. It was the weirdest demonstration
you’ve ever seen, because there was no dissent within the ranks. No
troublemakers, no conflicting agendas, no need to reach for Judas to reach for
his sword. The people adored Jesus. They were ready to make him king; it was as
if they were waiting for a cue. Jesus’ little stunt against the money-changers wasn’t
it, though. It did upset a lot of people, what with Jesus running around
smashing things and shouting, “God is not for sale!” But the authorities didn’t
make for him then because they were so shocked. They actually allowed him to
stay in the temple and teach. Teach? Was this revolution ever going to happen?
See,
Judas worried that demonstrations of humility and minor acts of vandalism might
not have the intended effect. It was then that he realized he should have been
not just the treasurer, but also the PR and marketing guy. He had friends among
the Pharisee higher-ups, and he always had the big picture in mind. Jesus
needed a handler, and Judas would have been the best person for the job. For
one thing, he could have converted all those rambling parables of the Kingdom
of God into useful sound bites. Judas was a do-er … he couldn’t stop doing. But
Jesus didn’t want Judas to do anything like that. So in the end, Judas took his
game elsewhere. And everything unraveled pretty quickly after that.
Did
Jesus knew how all this would shake out? It’s hard to say. But here’s one thing
Judas just didn’t understand: that week that Jesus rode into town, trashed the
temple, told his final parables, and called his friends together for a meal …
that was the beginning of the end of religion. That might sound confusing, so
let me clarify. By “the end of religion,” I don’t mean the end of communities
of faith. We will always need places like this where we can worship God and organize
to help the poor, who are still with us. We need to keep practicing, because at
our best, we help reveal little pockets of the Kingdom of God. When the Kingdom
comes, it slips in quietly, through the back gate. But it can never come into
being until we’ve put away our swords.
We
also need to get together to keep telling the parables—those rambling stories
that can’t be reduced to sound bites. There was no way for Jesus to give us his
message directly, as if God were some sort of mathematical formula. So through
his stories, Jesus planted seeds in our imaginations. He left pearls, treasures
for us to find … but we don’t find them when we don’t want to look. Jesus mixed
his yeast into the dough. Will we let the dough rise? He invited us to go
fishing, and he showed us how much sustenance we could catch if only we were
hungry enough. Are we hungry enough? Are we paying attention?
If
Judas had been paying attention, he would have seen that Jesus didn’t just tell
parables. In the end, first by giving us bread and wine and then by submitting
to everything that happened afterward, he became
a parable.
And
so it ends at the beginning. The end of religion means the end of oppressive,
arbitrary rules and the beginning of a deeper relationship that put the rules
into greater perspective. It means the end of dogmatically dictated sacrifices
at the expense of the needy. It means the end of the anemic systems we create
to try to “get right with God,” like: “God, if you do this for me, I’ll never
do such-and-such again.” And arguments about who’s in and who’s out. And even
the fear of death. Jesus’ time among us was a little taste of the day when
there will be no dissent or oppression, because we’ll all learn to relax into
God’s love and relax into loving each other. On that day, we’ll all understand
that God truly has given us everything we need. I wonder if Judas understands
that now? I hope so. I hope he finally came around—even through despair and on
the other side of the grave, I hope he found the arms of his friend Jesus warm
and welcoming.