Testing and Passing - in the Grace of Jesus

Matthew 25:14-30 - The Parable of the Talents - November 15, 2020

            Nearing the end of four or more years of seminary instruction, after internship and Clinical Pastoral Education are over, as a candidate for ordained ministry is just beginning to see the end of the tunnel, come two oral examinations that will ultimately decide his or her fate. The term “approval” is applied to each one, and indeed these “approvals” are the ones a candidate for ministry has been pursuing for so long.

            Along the way to ordination there have been other trials to overcome – aside from learning biblical Greek and ancient Hebrew. There are tests a candidate must pass in order to pursue preparation for the ministry to which you are called.

There is an in-depth psychological exam with its own set of tests to endure; essays to write to candidacy committees, oral examinations at “entrance” – before you begin study, and again at endorsement – some time in your second year of study. There are a series of evaluations throughout your year-long internship. Finally come these two hurdles - faculty approval and candidacy approval. You must pass both in order to be recommended for ordination.

            Following a positive recommendation from my faculty approval panel during my last year of seminary, I went before my candidacy committee, made up of my bishop, the bishop’s assistant relating to candidacy, a seminary professor and representative, and a mixture of lay and ordained members of the committee totaling 12 or 14 individuals. There is always one member of the committee – you are lucky if it is just one – who likes to ask the tough, tough questions you never saw coming.

            After responding to the many questions of the candidacy during my approval interview, and conversing with members of the committee for about 45 minutes, and thinking my time with them was just about done, came the question from that member – I’ll call him “Chris”.

Chris is one of those highly intelligent, serious theologians who loves to test and try candidates to be sure they have the stuff it takes. He also happened to think seminaries were going too light on the deep theological training he felt pastors should receive and so his questions were often deeply theological and academic.

            The gospel passage we just read was the focus of his question to me that day. I had several times referenced my belief in the enormous, overwhelming and undeserved store of grace and mercy, forgiveness and reconciliation that God pours out on us poor sinful slobs throughout my interview. Then Chris pointed out verse 30 of this passage and asked me to explain it in light of God’s mercy, grace, and love.

            In that moment, I was pretty sure I would not be approved for ordination that day.

            I can’t tell you what I answered. All I remember is my mouth going dry and my face going bright, bright red and sweat breaking out on my forehead and in other uncomfortable places throughout my body. I experienced a sudden inability to even feel my tongue. I am pretty sure I babbled.

All I know is that my response was either satisfactory or my better angels won out during the committee’s deliberations of my suitability for ministry, because I was approved for ordination that very day.

            Perhaps you can understand, then, why I break out in a sweat whenever I read this passage that, the way we often read it, with the man allegorically being God and we being the slaves, doesn’t much reflect the merciful, graceful, and forgiving God that I love to talk about and tell you about week after week, in sermon after sermon. Because as we read this parable, this God is neither forgiving nor merciful, but rather is punitive and vengeful. That is not the God we know, but perhaps it is the God that deep down we all really fear.

            However, what if we look at the parable in another and perhaps more faithful way?

Unlike other parables, Matthew does not begin by comparing this scene to the kingdom of heaven, nor does he make the opening character a king. He is just a man, an extraordinarily rich one at that.

            We remember that a talent – one, single talent – was not a single coin, but more like a large hefty hunk of precious metal, usually gold or silver, that was quite heavy and weighty, with a value equal to about 20 years of an average man’s wages. It was far more than most people would ever hope to have pass through their hands in an entire lifetime. Yet the man is wealthy enough to give one of his slaves five talents, and another two talents, and yet another one talent.

            In those days, agents of a wealthy man such as this would have been given the responsibility for managing all his properties, tenancies, and businesses, including the collecting of debts, during his sometimes long absences, with the expectation that he would not only multiply the holdings of the owner, but also, through adding fees here and there, would  make himself comfortable if not rich as well. Poor farmers would borrow money at exorbitant fees (60 – 200% interest was not unusual) and then, when and if they became unable to pay, the agent would strip the farmer of his land and add it to the holdings of the owners.

Managers, in this case the “slaves” would add a little here and a little more there to what all the tenants, renters, and debtors owed the man, impoverishing more than one person along the way with their corrupt but accepted practices. No one dared complain. Ancestral lands were lost in this way whenever drought, illness, pestilence or other misfortune kept them from paying up. Foreclosure stripped them of their inheritance and other property. In this way the wealthy elite were further enriched, and the unlucky farmers and landholders would become nothing more than landless day laborers with uncertain futures, struggling for their daily bread.

So, if we read the parable this way, if in fact it is one way it was meant to be read, and I think there is a strong argument to be made for this to be the case, then Jesus was not warning us about taking our God-given talents and in faith multiplying them. It is not simply a warning about what happens if we do not faithfully use our gifts to grow God’s kingdom, the way it is often read and preached (as I have in the past interpreted it as well).

Rather, this parable is about the world we occupy now (as opposed to the coming Kingdom of God). It is about systems of oppression and exploitation, of corruption and culpability. It is about the world’s tendency to reward corruption and oppression and it is about speaking truth to power.

That is what the third man did. Perhaps he could no longer stand taking part in the broken system by which the rich made even more profit on the backs of the poor. Perhaps he is the hero of the story, who speaks the terrifying truth to the powerful man and is thrust out into the darkness for his hutzpah. Perhaps the parable’s value is in telling the cold hard truth of what discipleship looks like and what it costs.

Perhaps this third man is Jesus, who turned the world upside down refusing to play the game, and pointing out the hypocrisy, the shame, the sinfulness and the darkness of playing by the world’s rules rather than God’s. Jesus so often spoke out against the systems that bankrupt, marginalize, impoverish, and strip people of every right and every good thing for the purpose of turning a profit.

This interpretation of the parable is certainly a faithful rendering of the gospel. For the reward of telling the truth, of speaking truth to power, of speaking out for the poor and the oppressed, the powerless and the destitute, Jesus was the one thrown into the outer darkness. Jesus our Lord was the one who bore the cross for the sinfulness of the world, he bore the weight of the sin of the world upon it, and he took the weight of all those talents to the hill upon which he was crucified.

Jesus died in order to shine a light on the corruption and sinfulness of the world and to offer a way to new life, a life of service rather than exploitation and love rather than oppression and manipulation. Jesus suffered torment rather than follow the way of the world that uses people up and then throws them away.

Jesus instead turned the world upside down; crucified, dying, and being buried like the talent hidden for the good of the world.

Jesus didn’t stop there though, did he? Because in Jesus we see the ultimate victory over sin and death in the resurrection story. We see that the way of the world does not win in the end. As Jesus rose from the dead, we see a love that reaches out to those who are weighed down, cast out, thrust aside, ignored, oppressed, and judged as worthless. It is love that offers new life. Love that we can choose to share, joy that we can spread, life that we can live all for the sake of Jesus.

That is the connection that I am pretty sure I missed on the day of my candidacy interview. Focused on the wealthy and powerful man, and the attractive opportunity to growth my talents in the love and mercy of God, I missed the story of how our Savior chose the way that cast him in the outer darkness, missed the part of the story that connected so well to his suffering and death, and therefore missed the connection to the glorious resurrection to come.

Let that be a lesson to us all. God comes to us in story that surprises, astounds, and takes our breath away. Praise be to God, forever and ever!

Amen!

 

 

           

 

 

Not All Waiting is the Same

 Matthew 25:1-13

            It’s another sunny, warm day in heaven (just like every other day there) and Jesus and Moses are bored stiff. "Hey Moses," says Jesus, "why don't we disguise ourselves, go down to earth and play a round of golf?"

Moses agrees, and after putting on the appropriate clothes and renting equipment they arrive at the first tee.

They flip a coin and Moses wins; he tees off first. He takes a mighty swing and the ball sails 300 yards right down the middle of the fairway. "Nice shot," says Jesus grudgingly.

Jesus tees up his ball, takes his driver and swings; he hooks the ball onto the side of a hill less than 100 yards away.

A squirrel spots the ball, picks it up in his mouth and runs off.         A snake curled up on a rock strikes out at the squirrel and swallows it whole, ball and all.           

An eagle spots the snake, swoops down and carries it off in its talons.  

Just as the eagle flies over the first green, lightning flashes from the sky and hits the eagle, which drops the snake.

The snake regurgitates the squirrel on contact with the ground, whereupon the squirrel drops the ball which rolls five yards across the green and into the hole.           

Moses turns to Jesus and says, "Are we going to play golf, or just mess around?"

We might think that the problem with the five foolish bridesmaids in the parable Jesus tells is that they weren’t taking their roles as members of the wedding party seriously enough. They were just messing around.

The five foolish girls were every bit as much a part of the wedding party as the five wise ones; the distinction between the two groups is based on what the wise or the foolish girls did in response to their already granted acceptance, not on anything they did to earn/deserve it in the first place. But once given the honor of being chosen, did they take the gift seriously, or did they mess around?

Both groups had the same invitation, the same role to play, the same circumstances in which they found themselves; they each were faced with an unexpected period of waiting for the bridegroom to show up.

What distinguishes them from each other just might be how they approached the grand position in which they find themselves through the grace of the bridegroom, especially when there was a wait to endure.

We all know about waiting. I remember as a young girl how long every single wait seemed to take. It seemed like the better and more exciting the thing you were waiting for, the longer it took. The perception of time passing while waiting for something changes over time and depending on the value of the thing you are waiting for.

But not all waiting in life is the same. Waiting for the traffic to move along on Route 23 right at the end of Quarry Road for instance, may be frustrating, but it’s a relatively insignificant wait. While sitting and waiting, you might fool around with the radio stations, or check the messages on your phone, check your makeup or hair, or gaze up at the sky. It’s okay in that waiting to be relatively inattentive – until it is time to move! What you do while waiting could be construed as “messing around”.

In the past several months, we have impatiently waited for a good many things: we have waited for the pandemic to ease up and go away; we have waited for church to resume indoor worship or our favorite store or restaurant to begin serving the public again.

Some have waited uncomfortably to find out what would happen with their jobs.

We have waited to visit with loved ones, waited to take the planned trip, waited to find out the latest in infection rates and what that would mean for wedding plans, graduation parties, or funerals.

Students in all levels of education have waited to find out if or when their classes would begin or resume or how they would be held at all.

Families have waited to learn the outcome of loved ones’ hospital treatments, and far too many have waited to learn whether their loved one would live or die, separated from them and unable to receive the comfort of their beloved.

This week found us waiting for the results of the election. We have come to expect results of the races the night of Election Day or by the next morning – but not this year. In fact, as I wrote my sermon this week, we were still waiting. Now, many of us are waiting to determine what our holidays will look like, and to figure out how big a risk is too big a risk to take to come together with friends and family.

We don’t like waiting. We don’t like uncertainty. We don’t like feeling the lack of control – the “unknowing”.

The Gospel writer Matthew was living through a great time of waiting. What were he and his community waiting for? They were waiting for Jesus to return. They were waiting for the Second coming of Christ, when God’s kingdom would come in all its fullness. They were waiting for our broken earth to be restored and for all the world to be restored, just as God had promised through Scripture.

The wait had been long. They had expected Christ to come with healing on his wings long, long ago. Instead, their world continues to crumble around them as Jerusalem falls and the Temple is destroyed and as they face persecution and uncertainty, and everything, just everything has become so hard.

Some came prepared with a deep well of faith and endurance for an indeterminate wait – after all, Jesus didn’t exactly mark an X on the calendar telling them exactly when he would return.

Others were ill-prepared for such a long wait, like the “foolish bridesmaids”. They have not only run out of oil, but out of patience, and many of them, out of faith and hope as well. They no longer really expect the Good Shepherd to return.

Some have begun to wander off, and some lose focus, keeping one eye on the banquet room door just in case Jesus appears, and the other on all the distractions around them.

We don’t like the part of the story where the foolish bridesmaids return the find that they are too late for entry into the banquet. We don’t like the fact that they are left out in the cold. We don’t like the fact that they are left out of the party. What, we fear, if that would happen to us?

Yet, how many of us today can say that we, too, are waiting in anticipation of the coming of Christ? How many of us even have that on our radar? Perhaps it is hard for us to understand any symbolism which may be found here because we no longer focus on the Second coming of Christ as being a real and intensely awaited reality.

While most of us here today probably believe in heaven and an eternity promised through the salvation of our Lord, Parousia, or Second Coming, or Christ’s Return – whatever you want to call it – has simply lost its meaning to us.

The Scriptures remind us, however, that Jesus will indeed return one day, and in anticipation there are things we can be doing while we wait, rather than just “messing around.” We can read Scripture and pray and continue to feed and grow our relationship with God.

We can recognize that in Christ we have all that we need. We won’t need to leave the waiting room in order to get oil for our lamps, for Jesus is our light and in him we find joy, hope, peace, love, and faith.

Unlike the “foolish” bridesmaids, we don’t need to turn away from the door and turn to the world to give us the oil we need, and unlike the “wise” bridesmaids, neither do we need to hoard what we have, refusing those who come to us in need, because in Jesus, we have what? We have all we will ever need.

Jesus invites us all to the wedding banquet where there is celebration, remembrance, thanksgiving, sharing, laughter, and completion. As Christians, even as we wait, we can live fully into the abundance of God. We worship the God of abundant light, love, forgiveness, generosity, grace, and mercy, who out of his abundance cares for us and gives us plenty to share.

As we wait we shower love on one another, caring for each other in our need. As we wait, we continue to feed, clothe, forgive and love those Jesus places along our paths. As we wait, we continue to look as our world in wonder, knowing the blessing of God with each sunrise and sunset. As we wait, we care for the stranger, protect and share our abundance with our neighbor, offer a word or gesture of care and concern for the one struggling in the midst of the world’s brokenness and the oncoming winter. As we wait, we continue to look for the Lord, we continue to love him, worship him, honor and praise him for all his goodness to us in the midst of this precious time of waiting. Amen.