“The
Gullible Crowd” Palm
Sunday 2019
Luke
19:28-40 St.
Luke’s Episcopal
Palm Sunday... it’s traditionally treated with such jovial triviality. I
even had a dear friend refer to it this week as the fun and games before the
serious stuff that comes later in the week. But I sincerely believe that Palm
Sunday is Jesus’ and the Gospel writer’s last gasp living summary message to us
all before the inevitability of coming events in Holy Week swallow us –
swallows us in the eventuality of evil despair inherent in all human fear and the
human purposeful destruction of God’s will & purpose. The question facing
us this Palm Sunday, is the same question that has always faced the church and
humanity every Palm Sunday – namely: Do we idly wait for a magnificent
do-gooder Monarch to rescue us or do we roll up our sleeves and set about the
hard Holy task of building a world of love and healing? That, my friends, is
the stark reality Jesus rides into Jerusalem carrying that first Palm Sunday.
Sadly, because the maturity that is required to build a world materiality that
is rooted in the deepest Jesus spirituality is so beyond the lazy banality of
the typical human soul the answer to Jesus’ challenge has gotten consumed in
the partying fluff of waving palm branches while secretly and ignorantly
advocating: “Crucify Him.”
Perhaps I’m being overly, and I know sacrilegiously,
harsh – “Hey Mark, WHERE is your party spirit, yer killing it here.” But this Palm Sunday I trust I am speaking to
serious adults not a bunch drunken freshman at a frat party. Because the stakes
are too high, and the suffering too great for any mature adults to be eating,
drinking, and making merry right now.
Dietrich Bonhoeffer for my entire adult
Christian life has weighed heavily on my spirit. There is nary a month that
goes by that in my prayer and meditation I don’t push out against The Veil –
you know that veil – the one between this life and the one we only struggle to
imagine – push against the veil hoping to touch Bonhoeffer’s shoulder, his arm,
his hand trying hard to hear his voice or receive just a look from him. In his book The Cost of Discipleship, he
explicitly lays out the stakes of a Church & people who are bent on living
out, what he calls, “cheap grace.” His execution at the concentration camp he
spent the last years of his life in was testimony to how the vast number of
people still silently let the crucifixion of Love happen while giving lip
service to “Hosanna in the Highest.”
Let me lay out the meaning Of the statement
Jesus was making on that colt 2000 years ago. Human beings are fundamentally
lazy. I know because I frequently fall into it. My immaturity continues to
haunt nearly everything I do. I want someone else to do the hard work for me. I
look for a Messiah to rescue me. I can’t tell you how often I’ve howled at the
full moon for Jesus to come and rapture me into heaven. Who of us can’t
identify with “Calgon Take Me Away!”? So, the crowd has been living,
LANGUISHING under the sadistic iron fist of Roman rule. The ONLY ones doing
well are the toadies of the Roman Emperor - doing the Emperor’s bidding –
Pharisees/Saduccees scared to death their own shadows might rock the cushy boat
they’ve constructed for themselves. So they strive hard to keep the masses
calm, cool and imbibed with hopes of a Messiah who will come and sweep the
Romans away with his terrible swift sword. A conquering Messiah of this stature
would come to the seat of power riding on a grand huge stallion breathing fire. It’s true.
Jesus knew
the seat of power in Judaism was Jerusalem. He had great faith in the Jewish
people, but they were being duped. To affect a change he had to go there. He
had become so acclaimed he could go nowhere without a mass of people in tow. He
comes to Jerusalem on a colt. A wee donkey by some tellings. All 4 gospel
writers are uncharacteristically unified on this point: it WAS a colt. Yet the
gullible mob – under the influence of the snitches, the fakers, the fawners
after the crumbs of the powerful – are whipped up to frenzy to believe AND
WANTED their superhero. To believe this was their guy- the king awaited one,
the defender, rescuer, and Savior. The celebration in anticipation was
exuberant! BUT he was on a colt. No
sword. No army on chariots & in armor. A cloak and empty hands: proof
positive this was no Messiah. And this dangerous public display of obsession
with the “King of the Jews” was a public act of sedition against Rome itself.
It would bring real horses and real swords falling upon all the wealth &
power the Jewish hierarchy had worked so hard to carve out for themselves. This
FAKE must die.
The message Jesus was sending that day was his
last public statement: “This is NOT about me and what I can do. I’m not your
Savior. I’m not going to do the growing up work that you all need to be doing
for yourselves. I’ve been modeling and showing you the way. The way to
salvation is through your love of God and of your love of neighbor. You must be
thinking all the time of the other- healing, sheltering, clothing, feeding.
Basic needs, basic thoughtfulness, basic caring for everyone around you. Therein, IS YOUR SALVATION.
Power and wealth are frightened to death by one
force - the rising of a mass action of compassion, hope, and mass sharing and
defense of all - and by all I mean all- not just human mind you (though we
aren’t even doing a good job with just humans), but I mean defense of all creation that gives and sustains
life for the entire planet; that gives us the very air we breathe and water we
drink. Those are fundamental to all life on this planet and they cannot and
should not be for sale by the ones who have wealth or power! Any more than they
should control who we love or who we feed or who we clothe.
Do you see? Do you hear? Do you feel? A humble
man on a burro rides into a seat of power with open hands offering love as the
example for all of us to do the same. And the forces of greed, violence, and
graft - like they have historically done every damned time throughout the ages
inside the Church and outside have done the same damned thing- they’ve done their
best to crucify Love.
Palm Sunday is not a party or a celebration. It
is a call to roll up your sleeves and take Love to the masses. It is the call
to pry open tight little fists grasping to collect more & more for me and
mine and open them up and share it with the whole world- to give our all and
trust in a God capable of spinning out galaxies, that we’ll (TOGETHER) have
enough for everyone. That is called faith. That is what forces of evil call
“socialism.” That is what Jesus called Love.
Love, our
love broken and poured out is what saves us. Fight the internal lazy immature
temptation to hole up dig in and hope for a rescuer to come on mighty steed to
save you. Look. Listen, Feel the power of Christian faith and community in
action. Trust in it! Then, pour your
heart and mind and hands into the task of facing down the rich & powerful
with your own style of little colt and open hands.