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The questions posed by Jesus in
today’s gospel reading appear to be “ripped from the day’s headlines.” While we
don’t have any confirmation from outside the Bible about the particular
incident of Pilate mingling the blood of slaughtered Galileans with the blood
from their sacrifices, what we do have are numerous references to confirm
Pilate’s barbarism. One example, recorded by Josephus, is about a group of
Samaritans who were climbing Mt. Gerizim that he had killed. So whether or not
it happened, it’s credible.
Jesus seizes on the current
events of his day to ask the theological question that is raised whenever bad
things happen to innocent people. The first incident is a ruthless act ordered
by Pilate on behalf of the Roman government. “Do you think that this happened
to the victims,” Jesus asks rhetorically, “because they were worse sinners than
others?” The second is a tragic accident, the collapse of a tower over at
Siloam that raises the very same question. “Do you think those who died were
worse sinners than others?” Jesus asks.
I suspect you’ve heard this
question or maybe even asked it yourself before. When something big happens, we
want to know why. We want to find a reason. Notice that, if you don’t hear
anything else I say today in this sermon, that Jesus is very clear in his
response: no, they were not worse
sinners. These events were not some punishment from God. Jesus rejects the
notion that tragedies like this are connected to moral behavior. Those people
did not deserve to die. Period.
It would be comforting in a
strange way if the world were that predictable, so that I could remain good and
then be safe. On the other side, it’s easy to scapegoat people – when bad
things happen it has to be somebody’s fault and conveniently it’s often the
people we trust the least whom we are quick to blame. Some, in the name of
Jesus, did this after 9/11 and Hurricane Katrina, deciding that these things
must have happened because of God’s judgment on New York City and New Orleans. If
bad things only happen to bad people, and good things happen to good people,
there is some comfort in that. We can keep ourselves safe by behaving. Going to
church keeps us safe from harm. Putting a silver cross around our necks is a
kind of “lucky charm.”
But of course that isn’t how
the world is. Sometimes people who have never smoked a cigarette their whole
lives, get cancer and die. Sometimes people get all the aerobic exercise they
are supposed to and eat a low-fat, healthy diet, go out one day for their usual
six-mile run and drop dead of a heart attack. Sometimes chaos is unleashed, and
things happen for no good reason. Sometimes life is uncertain, and not fair. There
are just no guarantees. So Jesus is clear: no…they
were not worse sinners.
But this doesn’t mean there
aren’t important things to ponder after such tragic events. Precisely because
the world is not always tidy and predictable, we can take such moments and
reflect on them. Moreover, they can become for us occasions that invite true
repentance. They can be wake-up calls for us.
Repentance.
In Greek, it’s meta-noia. It’s the
same root found in our English word, paranoia. Para-noia is when you are, literally, “out of your mind.” Noia, in other words, is “mind.” Meta-
is the prefix we know from metamorphosis; it means “to change.” So metanoia
means, literally, “to change your mind.” We do well to remember that this
Lent. Repentance isn’t a feeling. It’s not about feeling sad, or remorseful, or
guilty and certainly it isn’t about feeling ashamed. In fact, my experience is
that shame is a stumbling block that very often keeps us from true repentance
and real change.
Most people I know, including
myself, don’t like to have to consider changing our minds about much of
anything. Most arguments are more about stating our case louder and louder
rather than about listening. We try to keep things in order, holding onto the
“way we were raised” or the “way we were taught” as if that settles the matter.
People were taught for centuries that the world was flat, though. People were
taught for a long time that black people were inferior, and that women must
never be ordained, and that the first European settlers and the native
Americans got along just swell and sang kumbaya
over turkey and cranberry sauce.
This story is told from the
desert tradition:
Once upon a time a visitor came to the monastery
looking for the purpose and meaning of life. The Teacher said to the visitor,
“If what you seek is Truth there is one thing you must have above all else.”
“I know,” the visitor said. “To find Truth I must have
an overwhelming passion for it.”
“No,” the Teacher said. “In order to find Truth, you
must have an unremitting readiness to admit you might be wrong.”
Faith isn’t a security
blanket to keep us snug and warm. At the heart of Lent is this notion that true
repentance is not about stability, but about being shaken up. It means we have
to learn, one way or another, to live with contradiction and ambiguity as we
encounter “the other” and then listen to that person who sees the world from
another angle than we do. It’s almost always pretty unsettling stuff. But it’s
an election year so we have lots of opportunities to practice! It is easier to
just shout louder than it is to listen, and easier still to make our world smaller
and smaller until it is filled only with people who tell us what we already
know to be true. The problem with that way of being in the world, however, is
that we stop learning and we stop growing. And when that happens, repentance
becomes nothing more than a psychological exercise, a kind of spiritual
narcissism.
The Christian journey is
about growth in Christ, and there is never growth without change. So Jesus
invites us to true repentance in these forty days. And he seems to be suggesting
in today’s gospel reading that the uncertainties of life can become an
opportunity for spiritual growth. It isn’t always about big national tragedies.
Sometimes it can happen when a person who is very dear to us dies. Or when we
encounter failure, or lose a job. Or when a priest leaves a parish and there is
some amount of uncertainty about what will come next. Anything that helps us to
see that we, too, are mortal; that we, too, will one day return to the dust,
can become an occasion for us to ask: how
might these lead us to rely more and more on God’s mercy, one day at a time?
And that, I think, is the
main thing in today’s gospel reading. The parable of the fig-tree that doesn’t
produce figs is a “right-brain” way of making this same point. A fig tree that
doesn’t produce figs isn’t doing what it’s meant to do. (Is it even still a fig
tree?) The owner of the vineyard says to the gardener that he may as well cut
it down; it’s just wasting soil. The gardener, however, buys the tree another
year by digging around it and fertilizing it in the hopes that it will still
bear fruit. The tree gets a second chance—another year to see if it might do what
it is meant to do.
Jesus invites us to see our
lives in the same way and to bear fruit worthy of repentance. What if when tragedy strikes, we ponder the
implications long enough to ask the question, “what if that was me?” How would I be remembered if I
died today? And is that how I want to be remembered? What if in the very asking
of such a question we discover the seeds of change within us and become willing
to dig around the ground of our lives, and to fertilize our souls?
Such moments offer us an
opportunity for real change—for new possibilities—to see the world through new
eyes, and therefore for authentic spiritual growth. What happens when we hear
God giving us a second chance, another
year “to bear the fruit that is worthy of repentance?” Remember
that you are dust, and to dust you shall return. How might your mind be changed,
and then your life, if you were told you had twelve months to live? What needs
to be dug up in your life? What needs to be fertilized, so that you can bear
fruit worthy of repentance?
Sometimes people think that
this must mean that they should “live every day as if it were their last.” But
think how intense that would be, and really almost crazy – like the film Groundhog Day on steroids. Rather, I
think what we need, is to make room each day in our lives for putting first
things first: for God and for each other and for making the neighborhood a
little bit better of a place to live in. What we need is to learn to pay
attention to the normal stuff of life: dinner together and a fire on a winter
night and a kid’s soccer game. What we need is to “open our eyes to see God’s
hand at work in the world about us.” What we need is to discover (and
re-discover) that each day is a gift and then fully live that present moment.
What needs to happen for you
to tap into the creativity God has given you, the gifts God has given you to
use in service to others, that make you more fully alive? If your present life
bears no resemblance to the way you answer that question and you begin to make
some real changes—even incremental ones—then this will indeed by a truly holy
Lent that leads to the joy of Easter morning.