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Monday, April 15, 2019

Palm Sunday: Hearts of Stone, Image of God


Palm Sunday 4-14-19
Grace to you and peace from God our father and from our Lord and savior Jesus our king, Amen.

This is it. We made it. Holy Week: This week is what the forty days of Lent have been leading up to, the most important week of the church calendar. We are about to enter a week where bread and wine become Jesus’s body and blood, and where an instrument of torture and death becomes the means by which we are rescued from death.

This week begins with a parade. Jesus comes down the road into Jerusalem, like kings of old, riding a colt and surrounded by his disciples laying their cloaks before him like a royal procession. They are filled with “Lauds” for all the deeds of power that they had seen Jesus do – for the healings, the feeding of over five thousand people, the casting out demons, calming a storm and raising a widow’s son – feats so astounding that Jesus’ followers can’t help being Loud for the Lord: “Blessed is the king who comes in the name of the Lord! Peace in heaven, and glory in the highest heaven!”

Now, the last time we heard those same words was back in December, over 4 months ago - when the sky was filled with a multitude of the heavenly host, appearing to shepherds late at night. These poor shepherds witnessed the first proclamation of the good news of great joy for all the people, the birth of a savior, a messiah, the LordThat night, the sky was filled with the shouts of angels: ‘Glory to God in the highest heaven, and on earth peace among those whom God favors!” As we learned during one of our “Eat, Pray, Learn” nights, this kind of Good News was reserved only for royalty such as Emperors and Caesars. The Emperor was worshiped as a son of the gods. And so for the angels to make this claim about Jesus – a baby born in poverty and not a palace – was news to turn everything they knew about the world upside-down.

Fast forward to today, Palm Sunday, and this time people, not angels are joyfully shouting Jesus’ praises.  But not everyone. The Pharisees, too, have seen these deeds of power that Jesus has done, and they are concerned. And they were absolutely RIGHT. They know exactly what this means: treason.

Remember that the Jewish people at this time were under the oppressive thumb of Rome, who ruled with an iron hand and tolerated no rivals. The Roman Empire claimed everything for themselves – your time, energy, property, money.

After Jesus’ grand entrance into Jerusalem, the scribes and the chief priests decide the best way to get rid of Jesus would be to get him into trouble with the Romans. They use this question about taxes to trick Jesus, because this is one of those questions where there is no “right” answer. If Jesus says yes, pay taxes, then he would be validating Roman oppression and violence against his own people, and his followers would probably desert him.  But if he said NOT to pay taxes, then he will be in big trouble.  

image of the Empire 
Fortunately, Jesus was on to them. He does what he does best, confounding the religious elite and showing them up yet again. Jesus actually used the trick to trick them. The coin he had them bring has the emperor’s face imprinted on it, much like our coins have the pictures of presidents. Because this coin had the face of the emperor on it (like this fake coin I have), and the Emperor was worshiped by the Romans as a god… therefore, coins were considered by the Jewish people to be idols. Iffy at best for the use of everyday commerce, but definitely not allowed in the Temple of the Lord…. So those trying to trick Jesus should not have had these coins on them in the first place. That they produced a coin for Jesus so easily clearly reveals THEIR hypocrisy. They got a far different answer than they bargained for. The joke is on THEM.

Images of God (photo credit M. Russo)
Give to Caesar that which is stamped with his name and image – all the trappings of empire and power. And give to God that which bears God’s image. Take a look around, because that is US. For the weeks of Lent, we have been singing as our offering plates – with our president’s image bearing money comes forward – we have been singing: “Oh my heart, imprint your image, blessed Jesus king of grace… let the clear inscription be: Jesus Crucified for me.” The true offering isn’t what’s in the plates. It’s what’s out there in the pews.

When you were born, you were created in God’s image. And when you were baptized, you were named and claimed, “child of God.” God doesn’t just want part of you. God wants everything that you are and everything that God has created you to be.  

When the scribes and the chief priests figured out this is what Jesus was saying, they were shocked into silence.  They became silent as stones.

After all, Jesus says, “If these were silent, the stones would shout out.”  Thanks to Jesus, we might need to rethink that old phrase, “dumber than a box of rocks.” Stones, boulders, rocks, and pebbles are all on standby to pick up where the everyone leave off.

The stones probably knew, as we all know, that the time was very near that the praises for Jesus would go silent, and the crowds instead would cry out for his death. They probably knew that his disciples would be silent from heavy sleep as Jesus prayed alone in the Garden of Gethsemane, before they all ran away, leaving the faithful women at the foot of the cross, weeping and wailing in grief.

The stones might see what Jesus’s disciples cannot – that this king does not go into Jerusalem to set up a peace that is like that of Rome, a peace brought by might and sword and taxes. This King doesn’t enter the holy city to set himself up as RULER, but to give himself up as SACRIFICE. As Paul wrote, the one who in the form of God and had equality with God empties himself and becomes obedient – even so far as death on a cross.

And this is what Holy Week is all about. Up is down and down is up. Stones would shout when we are silent. Men run away in fear, and women take their place at Jesus’ side. This king that we welcome, we then abandon and reject. We embrace peace that is not actually peace. "Our hearts of flesh become like hearts like stone, silent in the face of evil days and evil deeds." (Bonhoeffer)

Still. There is clearly a place in the storyin this most holy of week, for stones.

Stones can still be called upon to praise Jesus for showing us what the glory of God looks like in the flesh. You can write things on stones, like “Jesus crucified for me.” A stone sealed the tomb where Jesus lay after his death, but stones of tombs can be rolled away to make room for the power of resurrection and new life. The stone that the builders reject can become the cornerstone, the very source of our faith. Hearts of stone - like ours - can be gathered together into spiritual house around that cornerstone, gathered and loved by their creator.

Jesus describes himself as the cornerstone to same Pharisees who would continue to reject him. And Peter, our favorite “loud mouth” disciple, the same who denied Jesus three times, his very names means “Rock” or stone. And this rock – Peter - would later write about Jesus as a living rock, a living stone, rejected by mortals yet chosen and precious in God’s sight. He says that we are God’s own people, living stones, stones that are at the same time dead and alive.

In Holy week, down is up and up is down. Flesh and blood bear the image of God. Hearts of stone come back to life. We who have hearts of stone cry “hosanna” and “crucify.” We who would not show mercy, have received it. Despite our willingness to turn away from God, God will never turn away from us, and will go all the way to death and back in order to prove it.

In the meantime, join us on the road through Holy Week, on our way to the cross. Be a witness with the disciples and the women and the stones, to the journey of our savior from a parade to a last meal to suffering and death on a cross, to be hastily laid in a borrowed tomb….  Only to burst open the stone sealing that tomb three days later. Spoiler alert. Thanks be to God. Amen.  

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