Friday, March 30, 2018

Dinner With Friends (A Sermon for Maundy Thursday)

Mark 14:1 - 15:15
(The Passion account according to Mark)



It was about to go down.  All of Jesus’ teaching, all of Jesus’ healings and exorcisms, the miles he traveled on foot, the loaves and fishes multiplied to feed thousands all led to this moment.  Jesus had told his disciples that he was going to Jerusalem – since they were following him, so were they.  And he warned them that in Jerusalem, he would arrested, tortured, killed.  But, he told them, there was hope: on the third day, Jesus would rise again.  Whatever that meant.  His disciples were too busy jockeying among themselves as to who was the greatest among them, and imagining those sweet thrones they’d be sitting on judging the twelve tribes of Israel. 
But, before it went down – the betrayal, the arrest, and all that followed – Jesus would have a last meal with his friends, those to whom he was the closest, his “ride or die” friends.  Except he knew them well enough that, while they were perfectly willing to ride – on his coat-tails, so to speak – none were willing to die for him.  Nobody was willing to go the distance for him.   Yet he was willing to ride and die for them.
He gathers them for one last Passover meal together.  Mark’s account begins with a foreshadowing of danger – we’re told that the chief priests and scribes, the Jerusalem religious establishment, backed by Rome, wanted Jesus dead.  While they were willing to wait until after the Passover festival if they absolutely had to, in order to avoid a riot, there was no question that they wanted Jesus out of the way.  And people in their position eventually got their way.
Before the Passover, and before what we call the Last Supper, Mark’s gospel tells us about another supper, at which Judas with the other disciples was present.  Mark tells us it was held in the home of Simon the leper.   Apparently that’s how this man Simon was known – not Simon son of whoever his father was, as would have been the custom, but simply Simon the leper.  Perhaps his family had cut him off.  In any case, given that leprosy was a dreaded, contagious disease, you may well imagine Simon didn’t get a lot of dinner guests.  But Jesus was there – likely to avoid drawing the notice of the authorities.  But it also shows that even in the final days of his earthly life, Jesus was willing to cross boundaries to associate with those whom society shunned. 
Suddenly, there was an unexpected dinner guest.  While Jesus was sitting at table, an unnamed woman came with an alabaster jar of very expensive ointment.  She opened the jar and poured the ointment on Jesus’ head.    We’re told that some at the table loudly questioned what they saw as a waste – John’s gospel names Judas as the lead instigator.  They said that the ointment could have been sold for 300 days’ wages – almost a year’s wages is what this ointment cost – and the money given to the poor.  But Jesus stopped their griping – the woman did what she could.  Since I will dead by this time tomorrow, consider it an anointing for my burial.  When people tell of this night, what this woman did will always be remembered.  The love and generosity of this unnamed woman, and not the griping and penny pinching of the disciples, is what Jesus wants us to remember. 
Apparently for Judas, this was the last of many straws.  He had followed Jesus as the others had, listened to his teachings, saw his miracles, but Judas saw Jesus going off the rails – or at least that’s how Judas saw it.  Judas thought that Jesus had to be stopped, somehow, anyhow.  After the dinner at the house of Simon the leper had ended, Judas went to the chief priests and scribes and offered to dime Jesus out.  They of course were delighted, and even offered to compensate Judas for his troubles.
Jesus wanted to gather his disciples, his friends, together for one last Passover meal together.  He sent two of his disciples ahead to make preparations.  Interestingly, Jesus had made some advance preparations of his own.  Jesus told his disciples to go into Jerusalem and look for a man carrying a jar of water, who would lead them to a furnished room.  As we read this, we likely wonder how the two disciples were to pick this person out from so many in the city.  But in Jesus’ day, carrying jars of water was generally women’s work – so this man, breaking gender roles as he was, would have stuck out in a subtle but definite way.  The two disciples found the man, who led them to the room, and the two made preparations for the dinner.
The dinner conversation got off to a difficult start:  “Truly I tell you, one of you will betray me, one who is eating with me.”  Imagine that you’ve gotten together with your closest friends, for a religious festival no less, and the one at the head of the table says, “One of you is a traitor.  One of you is going to get me killed.”  The conversation later went downhill even further from there, as Jesus told his friends, his closest friends, “All of you will become deserters.”  But in between those two statements, Jesus asked his friends to remember him, and gave them a specific way in which to remember him, in which we participate tonight:  “While they were eating, he took a loaf of bread, and after blessing it he broke it, gave it to them, and said, ‘Take; this is my body.’ Then he took a cup, and after giving thanks he gave it to them, and all of them drank from it. He said to them, ‘This is my blood of the covenant, which is poured out for many. Truly I tell you, I will never again drink of the fruit of the vine until that day when I drink it new in the kingdom of God.’”
So Jesus knew that one of his friends would betray him, and that the rest would desert him.  We can go through almost anything so long as we have support from others.   Remove that support from others, and it is difficult indeed to bear up.  Jesus knew that he would be arrested and crucified….and that his closest friends would abandon him.  Nobody would be writing letters of support to Caiaphas the high priest or to Pontius Pilate the governor.  Nobody would be raising bail money.  Nobody would be doing jailhouse support.  No, he would be on his own.  And yet, he asked to be remembered, and he spoke of covenant – binding agreement – his covenant or binding agreement of love with his disciples, which he upheld, even though they broke it almost immediately, his covenant of love with us, a covenant that the risen Christ stands by through our repeated betrayals and desertions.
The denial of Peter and the betrayal of Judas remind us that we have no idea of the depth of evil of which we’re capable.  Just when we think, “I could never do something like that,” that is the time to be on guard, lest we be tempted to do exactly that.  And the covenant of communion, of breaking bread and sharing wine, reminds us that we have no idea of the height and depth and breadth of God’s love for us.  Jesus invited his friends to eat bread and drink wine with him, even though they would turn their backs on him that very night.  And Jesus said, later, “When I am raised up, I will go ahead of you to Galilee.”  Even though you run from me, you will come back to me, and I will be waiting for you, in love….and in the same way, Jesus waits in love for each of us.  God’s love, not our sin, has the last word.  Amen. 

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