I preached this sermon on Sunday (27th October) at All Saints church. I'm not claiming to be a prophet, but the subsequent result of the derby match that afternoon makes me wonder if I was on to something..
The Geordie stood up, puffed out his chest
and marched up to figure behind the desk. St. Peter looked him up and
down and spoke in a clear, measured voice.
“You're not coming in
wearing that!”
The man stared back. “You have to let me in,” he
began.
“I'm a good person. I deserve to go to heaven.”
“Why do
you say that?” asked Peter.
“Well, I
don't drink, smoke or swear, unlike most of the Mackems down there!”
he replied. “I always
give up my seat to a lass or granny on the Metro, and I don't do the
bookies or look up dirty pictures on the internet like everybody else
seems to.”
St. Peter
seemed unmoved, so the man kept going.
“I even
watch Songs of Praise sometimes, though not when Aled Jones is on
'cos he sold out and did that rubbish thing on ITV. And I'm
generous!”
Peter raised
a quizical eyebrow.
“Yeah,”
said the Geordie, “Ask anyone, they've all seen how generous I am.
I put a £20 note on the plate the vicar was holding when our Mandy's
bairn got done – he saw it, he'll tell you! And I gave a tenner to
a tramp the other day when I was with wor lass – she said I was
dead soft, but was pleased I told him not to waste it all on drink,
though he will anyway. That must be enough to get me in here.”
St. Peter
stroked his beard and thought for a moment.
“I'll go
and tell the boss what you've told me,” he said. “Wait here.”
A few
minutes later, Peter returned. “I've talked to the boss,” he
said.
The man
smiled, knowing what was coming.
Peter looked
him straight in the eye and said “He agrees with me – here's you
£30 back, now sling your hook!”
The opening
sentence of our Gospel reading makes it clear who the parable Jesus
goes on to tell is aimed at: those “who trusted in themselves that
they were righteous and regarded others with contempt.” People who,
when they take a look at themselves, their lives, their overall
behaviour, lifestyle, etc., conclude they are acceptable to God –
that God will look favourably on them because of how they live and,
by the same token, look down on those who do not do as they do, or
live as they live.
But the
interesting point is that his audience is unlikely to have been the
Pharisees themselves. Aside from being incredibly offensive, and so
out of whack with the way he often sought to teach them over dinner,
it could have easily led those in the crowd who were not Pharisees to
fall into the kind of behaviour he was condemning - “Ooo, he's
having a pop at those Pharisees over there – I'm glad I'm not like
them...!”
Rather, it
was addressed to his disciples, not just the twelve, but the crowd of
others who followed him around – something born out in the next
part of the Gospel when he rebukes them for not allowing the little
children to approach. He's not
criticising all Pharisees, and he's not criticising the things the
Pharisee says he has done – things like tithing and fasting are
encouraged elsewhere. The issue is his attitude toward others. His
list of those he is not like shows his misunderstanding of a God who,
as those of you who came to our Harvest celebration may remember,
requires
His people to do justice,
and to love kindness, and to walk humbly with their
God, as stated in Micah 6
verse 8.
But
how often do we unwittingly fall into the same trap as the
Pharisee, or the Geordie: the “at
least I'm not like...” thoughts that creep in uninvited. We may not
be as blatant in our boasting as those in our tales, but we can be,
for want of a better word, proud of our perceived virtues when it
comes to our treatment of others.
For example,
our regular Church attendance of itself does not 'earn' us a place in
heaven, because it is not something that can be earned. Rather our
regular Church attendance helps us to grow, to hear scripture
explained, to join together to seek God's will for us and our
neighbour, to find the strength to look outside the walls of our
building here, and our homes and seek to show the remarkable love of
Jesus Christ, who lived and died and rose again so we may have
eternal life, to those who do not know him. In other words, to grow
his kingdom on earth.
When a
church congregation is a truly non-judgemental, safe space where
people can come and learn to become a disciple of Jesus, it grows. We
need to remember, as Archbishop Justin Welby recently said, that “the
church is not a rest home for saints but a lifeboat for sinners.”
Then, like the tax collector, we will find ourselves justified before
our maker.
And this is
the really shocking part of the parable – and deliberately so.
Jesus is saying the tax collector, though still a sinner, is more
open to God than the Pharisee, who to all intents and purposes is a
very sincere, devout individual -
purely for humbling himself:
for seeking to take the plank from his own eye instead of jabbing
around for the specks in the eyes of those around him.
This doesn't mean we are to consciously continue in sin – as we learnt from
Paul in last weeks reading from 2 Timothy once you have a
relationship with the living God this is not an option – but a
reminder that none of us are spotless, none of us are better than the
person next to us, or the young person having to stay in Centrepoint,
or the single parent living off benefits, or whoever it is the Daily
Mail feels the urge to criticize this week.
We all fall
short. We all need God's grace. Our virtuous living becomes a
millstone if it is used to exclude people from God's presence
rather than as a way of drawing them into his kingdom.
Paul got
this; he understood better than most the temptation to justify
oneself for following 'the law' from his time as the most fundamental
of Pharisees - something he alludes to in verse 16 of today's
reading, where he echoes the plea of Stephen, whom he watched stoned
to death for talking of Jesus while guarding the coats of those doing
the throwing.
So when Paul
states that the “the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the
righteous judge, will give to” him when he dies will also be given
to “all who have longed for Jesus appearing,” we can see how far
he has come. When you take today's reading in context, as the
conclusion of his letter, Paul appears to be saying to Timothy –
and to us all - “I have fulfilled my ministry, during which the
message was fully proclaimed so all the Gentiles might hear it
– now you must fulfil yours, and do likewise.”
It is not up
to us to judge who is worthy of a place in heaven – only God can do
that, and he will. Our job is to help all around us into the lifeboat
and let Him steer us to shore. And for those of us here who feel
just like the tax collector: painfully aware of our shortcomings,
unable to lift our eyes because of the weight of failure or guilt on
our shoulders, questioning if God could ever love somebody like
you...rejoice! Those who humble themselves will be exalted.
Acknowledging our sin is the first step. Asking Jesus to help us
change is the second. After all, if he can love somebody like me
there's hope for everybody.
So please,
this week take the pew sheet home and carve out some time, even just
half an hour, to re-read the passage from Luke. Thank God for all he
has done in you life, and ask Him to help you look with His eyes at
all you come across that day. Then finish off by saying what has now
become known as the Jesus prayer, the words of the tax collector:
“God, be merciful to me, a sinner!”
So maybe our
story should have gone like this...
The Geordie
opened his eyes and found himself outside the pearly gates which, to
his horror, were festooned with red and white scarves, bunting and
flags. He looked down at his black and white shirt, unable to lift
his eyes, and thumping at the badge that symbolised his rebellion,
his mistakes and his pride cried out “God, be merciful to me, a
sinner!”
Then all
around him the light grew brighter. The black stripes on his shirt
faded away, as did the red decorating the now-open gates. All was
white and radiant, but somehow the brightest part was a man, dressed
simply, bearing deep wounds on his forehead, hands and feet, now
standing before him.
Holding out
his scarred hand toward the weeping Geordie, with a voice soft and
welcoming, he spoke.
“Follow me,” he said, “We need to talk...”
