"Turning Toward Jerusalem "

Rev. Peter Grandy
March 30, 2003

 
Luke 9:51-62

Jesus spent much of his ministry in Galilee, the sun-drenched fields and rolling hills by the beautiful inland Sea of Galilee. He talked about the love of God, about the Kingdom of God, the rule of God… he gave life to so many people. But when we arrive at the 51st verse of the 9th chapter of Luke, the scene changes, changes radically, it’s just like turning a corner. It’s one of the key verses in the Gospel. “When the time had come for him to be received up, he set his face stead-fastly to go to Jerusalem.”  And we find that Jesus is now moving toward Jerusalem, the Lenten journey if you will, and Jerusalem means suffering, rejection, resentment, separation from friends, misunderstanding, and ultimately death. And what I want to do this morning is just to present to you an image to carry around with you this week in your imagination, a pictorial image of Jesus literally leaning into his pain. He knows that if he goes to Jerusalem, there will be suffering and pain. I don’t believe he knew the details, but he certainly knew what the situation was, and he was literally leaning into pain.

Now one of the reasons I want us to think about this is that many of us have been brought up with, and many of us are living with, a pain avoidance style of life. The basic principle on which we operate is “avoid pain at all costs.” We fear pain; we run away from pain, we try to escape pain. The moment the first pain comes, we leap for the aspirin bottle. Television, of course, has schooled us to do this. When we go to the dentist, we want the Novocain even before we know whether it’s going to hurt or not. And this is literally the life style that we’ve developed:  avoid the pain.

Now sometimes that’s good counsel, obviously. I was so amused by a newspaper clipping. I suppose I was amused because when I was a little boy in elementary school, I was getting a drink at the drinking fountain and the boy in back of me pushed my face down into the fountain and I hit my mouth on the drinking spout. I started to bleed and had to go to the nurse’s office with blood dripping down my shirt and tears in my eyes and a loose tooth in my mouth. I can still remember that. And that’s why I was so taken by this account in the paper of a class of ten-year-olds who had been asked to write a little essay on “The Care of the Teeth,” They’d had a hygiene lecture. And one little boy said, “Number one, see your dentist often; two, brush your teeth after every meal; and three, watch out for shovers at the drinking fountain.”  That’s good advice in many cases. Just watch out for those shovers who are going to inflict pain on you. But the trouble is some of us spend so much time watching out for shovers at the drinking fountain, that we are never able to drink deeply of the waters of life. It has become a whole style for us. Avoid pain at all costs.

I am not suggesting that we go out and look for pain, which is a form of illness in itself. What I’m suggesting is that in the full rich human life, some pain is absolutely unavoidable…some of it because of circumstances beyond our control, and some of it because, as in the case of Jesus, when you stand up for what is right and for what you believe in, you will often suffer for it.

The good news in all of this, the beautiful good news, is that while God loves us in an infinite number of ways, God never loves us more clearly, more fully, more beautifully, than in our times of suffering and pain. It’s part of the Gospel, part of the Good News. And I really don’t understand it. I don’t know if it’s like a father or mother who loves their children all the more when they’re hurting, or whether it’s simply that we are sensitized, that we are more open to God’s love that is always there after all, I really don’t know.

I just want to ponder this for a moment or two this morning with you and let you think about it, but I have to be very careful. We have had so much misfortune over this past year here at the church…the deaths of some very close friends, and now, of course, the war in Iraq - talk about leaning into pain! I don’t want to just get up here and spiel off a lot of pat clichés, because it is no fun to hurt, and some people here are really hurting. So I’m not giving you ultimate answers; I’m just giving you an image of Jesus moving toward his pain, leaning into it; and if you read the section of the Gospel you will find there’s a special vitality about him, a special sense of God’s love, and I’m convinced that’s the way it is, even though we may not feel it at the moment.

Even something as common as the flu. I don’t know anything that makes you more depressed than the flu. I remember once getting the flu and there’s some period in your illness when you’re sure the doctor has made a wrong diagnosis, and you’re actually dying, and nobody appreciates the fact that your dying. I heard a story of a man who died and went to heaven, and St. Peter asked him how he got there, he said, “flu” (flew). And St. Peter said, “What a way to go!”

You know, the strange thing is that while we’re struggling to overcome it (we get the rest, we get the medication, we do whatever is necessary to overcome it), we don’t overlook the possibility of something beautiful and good happening in every occasion of illness: discovering how much other people love you, for instance; or being more sensitized just to what it’s like to be well…we take that so much for granted. So many people, who have been very, very ill and who have survived, tell me how different everything was when they recovered and were out again--the smell of bacon frying in the morning, the cry of a little child, a tree, a flower, just things we take so much for granted. We become so much more sensitized to them. And that’s part of what happens. Don’t miss that in your illness, by spending all the time trying to avoid the pain. Kind of lean into it and see what happens to you.

Or the pain of relationships is where it is for many of us--the things that happen to us in relationships. I was on a weeklong workshop last summer. At the end, one of the women in the group was crying deeply. And she told her story that all of her life, every close relationship she’d ever had had ended in separation of some kind or other: death, estrangements, and here she’d had a wonderful week of sharing life, but now it was coming to an end, and she felt this thing just pouring in on her again. She felt the loneliness and the desolation and the despair. She really had built a life style that protected her from getting close to anyone, because she was afraid to hurt through the separation.

Then there’s the problem of honesty that we have with each other. We have this kind of unwritten rule that you don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings, and so very often we don’t speak the truth. It’s not so much that we lie directly, but we just sort of cage it around indirectly and it never comes out straight; it always comes out crooked. And yet some of us have also discovered that while there may be pain in the moment of honesty, God can do something with that pain. God can move into the situation then, and healing can come. And it can happen if we’re willing to be honest, but even God can’t do much with the dishonesty.

There’s also the pain that’s involved in witnessing for truth and justice. Martin Luther King could have avoided so much pain and suffering. He could have. But he believed in what he was doing and he believed it was the will of God, so he leaned into the pain, not enjoying the hurting…he didn’t enjoy hurting anymore than any of us…but he leaned into that pain and look what God was able to do.

And then of course there is the war. I don’t know about you, but as I lean into the human pain of this war, I personally struggle, and it is painful. I am saddened that war was the answer to what I know was a difficult situation. I felt, and still do, that there were, and hopefully still are, more peaceful solutions to this conflict, which are closer to the teaching of Jesus. Yet, I also want with all my heart to pray for and to support our brave, and I’m sure also very frightened, young men and women in Iraq. We have a nephew in the marines in Iraq, which makes it very personal. I want to stand behind America, a country, which has given me so much and which I still believe can be a beacon of freedom and hope and tolerance in this chaotic world. I wish for the people of Iraq that they be rid of a dangerous and despotic leader who has caused them so much pain. And I also want the people of Iraq to understand that this is not a war against them. No, I don’t have answers, I struggle with my ambiguity, as perhaps many of you do, and I weep with those who are weeping. It is a very painful time for all of us.

Yet in the midst of this I want also to affirm that God still loves us and is with us in our pain, and that, in the end, remains a mighty God who is in control. I want to say that war will never stop the spring from coming or little children from laughing and playing; that war will never stop us from acts of kindness; and that in this church we will not give into fear or revenge, but will continue to be hopeful and courageous and faithful, and be open to dialogue, even if it’s painful.  

And so today I want to keep that image of Jesus as he moves toward Jerusalem, leaning into his own pain. The important thing for us this morning is just to see how this fits in with all the rest of it and what’s happening here. We spend so much of our energy trying to avoid this and hide from it and run away from it, that we miss the glory of things God gives us in and through the experience of suffering through pain.

Please understand me…I’m not saying we go out and look for pain. What we ordinarily do is struggle to overcome it. But one of the options, while we’re struggling to overcome it, is to lean into it a while, feel what’s there, and be alive to it, and be sensitive to what God is doing in and through the pain.

My last word, it’s a very difficult thing for me, because as a parent, I’ve had this thing about protecting my children and my family, to whatever degree I can, from pain. We all want to do that. We want to protect them, to save them, to shield them, from suffering. We don’t want them to go through it. But in many cases that is not the most loving thing that we can do for our children, for our family. The ability to be realistic about suffering and pain and to deal with it in a positive way is one of the great things that can happen to us, and if we shield them, we’re depriving them of this. Perhaps you remember the image of Christian, in Pilgrim’s Progress, who went through terrible suffering and made it to the gates of the celestial city. When he got there, the one thing on his mind was to send a carriage back for Christiana and their children so that they could come directly to the city and not have to go through all of that pain. And it could not be. Each one of us, every one of us, individually, each one of our children, has to walk the road to Jerusalem with Jesus and discover the incredible love of God who give us such fullness of life when we lean into our pain.

 

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