The disciples
and those who followed them in the first several centuries,
the ones who formulated the statement we call the Apostles'
Creed, knew that it is significant that we tell the story of
Jesus' Passion to one another.
It is an
outrageous and yet wonderful claim; that God cares about us
so much that he is willing to go through the worst of what
we can do to one another and the worst of what death
attempts against us.
Luther expressed
the wonder in his explanation of the Creed:
Jesus...true
God...true man...is my Lord.
...he has
saved and redeemed me...
...with
his...precious blood...that I may be his own....
Each of us, just
like each of the characters in the passion story are faced
with a decision: How will you react when faced with the Son
of the Living God?
Let's name some
of the possibilities:
fear
or awe, distrust or trust,
anger or joy, silence or acclamation.
In the pairs of
responses, there is not room for ambivalence; there is no
fence upon which one can try to perch, or corner in which to
hide.
When Jesus says,
“Come, follow me,” one either does or does not.
There is no
middle, neutral ground.
Every inch of
creation is claimed by God, and every inch is also
counter-claimed by Satan.
It is a struggle
we cannot avoid.
Each of us will
have a god, Luther reminds us in his catechetical teachings.
The question is
will it be the Lord God Almighty, or something less?
Do we trust the
word of the Lord Jesus as it comes to us in Holy Scripture,
and mediated through the long tradition of the church, or
are we on the lookout for something easier, less demanding,
and more fun?
At the
Processional Gospel today, the Pharisees urge Jesus to
silence the multitude who are singing “Blessed is He who
comes in the name of the Lord.”
Jesus' response
is, “If these people were silent, the stones would cry out!”
The truth must
be proclaimed.
The truth will
be proclaimed somehow; by nature itself if the personal
messengers are silenced!
That is how
important the message is.
That is how
determined Jesus is that the message shall be publicly
proclaimed.
The stones will
sing.
For a number of
reasons, the church is not doing well in Europe.
Many church
buildings are little more than museums, great piles of
moldering stone, maybe kept up, maybe not.
It was Sunday
morning in Cadiz, Spain, several years ago, and Katy and I
went walking
We decided to
visit some of these 400 year-old buildings.
I expected to
see only a few grey-haired ladies scattered around, as I had
in many other places.
But in several
places, when we pushed open the heavy, solid door, we found
a crowded nave and full-voiced singing.
The old stones
were not just sitting there, but were sheltering a lively
congregation in song.
Just when one
thinks that the church is dead, it springs up in new life.
Just when it
looks as though Jesus is defeated by death, there is
resurrection.
Remember the
prophet's words from last Sunday: Behold, I am doing a
new thing, says the Lord, can you not perceive it?
Let us tell the
story again and again, the story of the mystery of God's
love, the story of death and resurrection, the story which
calls together all who will listen.
And the whole of
creation will at length resonate with the song that moves
between two words,
hosanna = save
Lord
alleluia =
praise God
between prayer
and praise.
Let brick and
stone, glass and wood, and every bit of God's creation be
joined with us in song:
Hosanna,
Alleluia. Amen.