Unexpected Faces

Luke 10:25-37

July 27, 2014

Harmony Presbyterian Church

Dr. Robert Wm Lowry

This sermon was begun as an exercise in a seminar at the Engle Institute of Preaching.  I own a debt of thanks to the other participants for their insights and feedback. 

Jesus has a way with stories. It is like he reaches into a box of Legos and manages to build the Taj Mahal with whatever he finds there.  He takes our expectations and turns them upside down.  People do unexpected things, stories have unexpected endings, and what we think at the start is the moral of the story rarely is.

The story we have this morning is no different.  And like others of Jesus’ parables there are a lot of doors we can use to get inside.  One of those doors, the one I want to invite you into this morning, is right in the middle of the Samaritan’s face.  He is our way in this morning.

It is the Samaritan’s face that gives us a glimpse of what God is doing here.  That probably seems odd since it is the Samaritan’s acts we most often focus on. After all this is the parable of the Good Samaritan not the parable of the Samaritan’s face!  But bear with me.

So, there he is lying in a ditch beside the road.  Beaten and now penniless, this unnamed traveler has lost everything. After hearing footsteps come and footsteps go, someone finally stops to help!  He must have been incredibly relieved when he finally heard the sandals of one passerby start coming closer rather than just keeping on keeping on down the road. 

Help was at hand.

So he opens his eyes and what does he see?

A Samaritan.

A Samaritan!

It must have been disorienting because Samaritans don’t stop!  Samaritans don’t help!  Samaritans just don’t care!  Right?

Still, the face he sees, the face carried by the feet that did not walk on by, is the face of a Samaritan. 

Needless to say it was an unexpected face to see in that moment.

When it comes down to it, we all have Samaritans. People who have given us every reason to believe that they would keep on walking down the road. People who have given us absolutely no reason to expect anything but the worst from them.

Samaritans come in all shapes and sizes in our lives;

The guy who is fine with you making 70 cents on the dollar.

The person who crosses the street when they see you coming.

The person who would sooner tear you down than build you up.

We all know some Samaritans.

Can you picture yours?  Can you see the face of that person; the one you know will just pass you by?

Let’s go back to thar road for a minute.

Close your eyes and go back with me to that ditch. 

The robbers are gone and they have taken everything; your wallet, your dignity, your feeling of safety.

Lying there in the ditch naked you try to move your legs but they are just too sore.

You try to lift an arm, but the pain from the fists and the kicks keeps you down.

The pain in your ribs makes it hard to breathe and the pain in your head is building by the second.

Footsteps get closer and then drift away as passerby after passerby leaves you there.

Until finally, a pair of feet come closer and closer still.

A hand on your shoulder- a comforting word- your heart stops beating so fast because finally a friend is there to help or at least a friendly traveler.

You breathe a bit easier, you begin to calm down, and slowly you open your eyes to see the face of your savior…

…a Samaritan.

The face looking back at you is the face of your Samaritan who takes you in their arms, carries you to safety, tends to your wounds, ensures your well-being and defies every expectation you ever had.

Kind of like God does.

God works through unexpected faces in unexpected places.

That is one of the miracles and mysteries of the faith that keep it interesting!

It happens throughout the story of God’s work in the world; God using unexpected people to do God’s work and tell God’s story.

Joseph, despised by his brothers, tossed down a well, taken as a prisoner, and left for nothing eventually becomes the second in command and rescues his family from their suffering.  Joseph’s is the unexpected face of a hero.

Or what about Deborah?  In ancient Israelite history women rarely have names let alone good stories, but Deborah was a general.  And not just any general, but a general who manages to lead her people to victory when no one else could do it.  Deborah’s is the unexpected face of a leader.

Then there is Mary.  Young, just married, inexperienced in the ways of the world and wanting nothing but to set up housekeeping with her fiancé Joseph.  But an angel appears and tells Mary that she is carrying a child.  And not just any child, but God born into the world.  Mary’s is the unexpected face of the mother of God.

And there is the Samaritan.  The sole passerby who actually stops and tends to the wounded man.  He stopped when Samaritans don’t stop.  He helped whom Samaritans don’t help.  His was the unexpected face of a neighbor that day.

That is just how God works.  In unexpected places and unexpected faces. 

Sometimes those unexpected faces are worn by the Samaritans in our lives; those people whom we have given no reason to expect any better from us.  Sometimes God uses Samaritans to reach out and show us what it means to be a good neighbor.

We all have those Samaritans, don’t we?  We all have a face we least expect to see in our moment of need.

And if we are honest with ourselves; if we are really honest with ourselves and with God, I think we have to admit that along with the Samaritans we have in our lives, we are ourselves, sometimes, the Samaritans in other people’s lives.

Can you see that person?  The one you just can’t quite connect with?  Can you see that person?  That person whom you have disappointed or failed to quite see as your neighbor?  Can you see the face of the person who, looking up from a ditch after a robbery, would be at least a little surprised to see you lending a helping hand?

Let’s go back to the road that day; that dusty, lonely road.

Like so many in the ancient near east, this road feels like the hottest one you have ever walked. 

With every mile the air is drier, the dust is thicker, the journey seems longer than you expected.

The load you are carrying seemed light in the early predawn when you left home.  This wouldn’t be too bad a trip.

Of course that was before the noon day sun came up and started to bake the earth like your mother’s bread. 

As you trudge on, the load that seemed so light in the early morning has gained some heft with the noonday sun.

There is nothing in the world you want more than to stop and get a drink of water.  Or wine.  Or whatever will get your tongue from sticking to the roof of your dry dusty mouth.

This walk cannot end soon enough. 

Eventually you see a familiar landmark.  You’ve walked the road enough times to know that it is not too much further along the way.  Light at the end of the tunnel.

Then you hear it.  The faint groaning of…something.

A wounded animal you guess.  You feel sorry for the farmer whose livestock is injured but you have places to be.

As you get closer the groaning gets more familiar.  It isn’t a sheep or a goat.  It’s a man. 

You glance over at the side of the road and sure as the sun is in the sky, a man lies beaten in the ditch.

Now, this is really not your concern.  It is not your problem.  You are not the county ambulance service but something compels you to walk over and check on him. You are compelled by compassion the parable says.

You walk over and give him a reassuring pat on the shoulder, tell him that he will be alright and begin to lift him off the ground. 

Just then his eyes open and he sees your face; a look of surprise in his eyes.

But…you’re a Samaritan.

Who’s Samaritan are you?  Who is it looking up at you from that ditch?  In whose life might God use YOU to be an unexpected face?

Sometimes part of being surprised by God’s use of unexpected faces in unexpected places is letting one of those faces be our own. 

Sometimes we are the man in the ditch and sometimes we are the Samaritan.

In all times, it is the God of love and grace and hope and friendship and promise who is working on and through us.

So be ready for the unexpected when God works in your life.

And be ready to be the unexpected when God calls you to work in the life of another.

Amen.

Something Worth Sharing

Something Worth Sharing    

Matthew 13:1-9, 15-23

5th Sunday after Pentecost Year A

July 13, 2014

First Presbyterian Church, Clarksville

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Harmony Presbyterian Church

Dr. Robert Wm Lowry

            There are two common mistakes speakers at youth ministry events generally make.

            First, middle aged pastors who were never cool in high school cannot, under any circumstances or in any remotely reasonable way, act cool in adulthood.  There is not much in this life as sad as a staggeringly uncool preacher trying to pull off hipster glasses and pop music lyrics in an effort to connect with youth.

            Second, they fall into the trap of thinking that the only way to get through to a teenager is through the door marked “fear.”  This is the school of thought that says you had better scare them straight while they are still in the church or lose them forever.

            The speaker at the Jr. High youth event when I was in the 7^th grade managed to hit those and every other possible pot hole on the road.

            The theme of the weekend was the parable we heard this morning;  the parable of the sower from Matthew 13.

            After impressing us with his grasp of Michael Jackson and Men at Work lyrics which had nothing at all to do with the point he was trying to make, he began the stern warnings against drifting away from the life of the Christian faith. 

            For the most part his talk walked a pretty familiar interpretive path through this text.  The sower, God in the person of Jesus Christ, graciously spreads seed on the ground in the hopes that something will grow.  The seed, of course, is the word of God revealed, and the soil, our lives.  Some seed falls in good places other seed falls on less hospitable ground; the good soil representing faithfulness and rest of the soil varying degrees sinfulness.

After painting the ominous picture of what would happen to us if we failed to live up to our spiritual potential- bad grades, bad lives, bad futures, bad luck, even bad skin (I actually think he even blamed acne on sin!)-  he asked us the question he obviously hoped would spark in us a lifetime of faith in God or at least scare us away from lives of sin:

            What kind of soil are YOU?

            Now it is important to say here that I was a child of Second Presbyterian Church and the pastor there over most of my lifetime was J. Allen Smith.  Allen was known to be many things, fire and brimstone throwing was not one of them.  Allen was a great gentle preacher who managed week after week to take the words of scripture and paint a vivid picture with God’s word.  So when the keynote speaker up on the stage asked us “what kind of soil we were” in the most menacing tone he could manage, it was unusual and it did scare me a little. 

            What kind of soil are you?

            Well, I certainly didn’t want to be the soil on the path.  After generations of feet stomp along, that soil is compacted and as hard as concrete.  Jesus tells us in the parable that the seed that falls there is eaten up by the birds.  

            Didn’t want to be the rocky ground either.  Better than the bare road, but still shallow and rootless.  The seed that falls there fares better than the seed on the road, but it still burns up in the sun as soon as it sprouts.

            Not much more luck with the thorny plants.  The soil there is better and the seeds the sower throws are able to find some purchase, but so are the weeds and the thorny plants.  I guess that is the ancient near eastern version of kudzu growing up trees and over fields.  If you have ever tried to fight back that unholy weed, you know that the seeds cast on that soil don’t have a chance.

            When faced with the choice, there is really only one soil you would want to be in this story- the good soil.  That is the soil that managed to produce 30, 60, even 100 to 1 yield on the crops.  It bore fruit and then some.  That is good, rich, delta soil. 

            That is the soil I want to be.  I want to be the good soil- the soil that bears fruit and makes the story work.

            What kind of soil are you?

            Hopefully I am the good soil.

            I am pretty sure that is the answer the speaker at that youth retreat wanted to hear.

            It is the answer that this parable seems to point us toward giving.

            It is the answer that we long to give.

            And it is a good answer.

            Except for one thing.

            It misses the point of the parable.

            For whatever reason, this parable, which for centuries has been called the parable of the sower, has for centuries been interpreted as a parable about the soil.

            So we ask, what kind of soil are you?

            We worry that though we want to be the fertile soil we will be found wanting and trodden and packed down too hard like the soil of the path.

            We worry about being the right kind of soil, but the parable is not about the soil.

            It is a parable about the sower.

            And this is where our shared interpretive task gets tricky. 

            Making this parable about the soil is uncomfortable, after all we all have those days when our hearts are as hardened as the dirt of a well walked road, but in the end the soil is something that we can at least control.  Whether it means tilling up the hardened earth or throwing away the rocks that litter the ground or pulling the weeds that choke the fruits of the spirit seeking to grow in our hearts, we have some control over the state of the soil when the soil is our own hearts and spirits. 

            If this was the parable about the state of the soil in our hearts, it would be an easy parable.

            Then if it was an EASY parable, it would not be a parable of Jesus. 

            Jesus always has something extra for us; and added layer of complexity, an unexpected lesson, a spiritual word lurking, not in secret, but in plain sight among the parabolic images.

            Yes, the state of the soil in our souls is part of this parable, however what makes it a parable of Jesus worth the retelling is not the admonition to get your soil right nor is it the allegory of the seed as the word of God.  It is instead the word it has to speak about the sower. 

            This is the parable of the sower.

            It is a parable about God.

We may ask, what kind of soil are you, but the parable answers with a question if it's own…

What kind of sower is this?

It is a parable about God; a parable about the sower. 

            As I was working on this sermon, I stumbled upon a passage in Karl Barth’s Church Dogmatics that has been turning over in my head all week.  As a matter of fact, I was still mulling it last night around 11.

            Barth wrote about this parable from Matthew;

“For this Sower there are not four different fields in which to sow but only one...To the one field traversed by the Sower belong alike the path, the stony ground, the thorny ground, and the good ground. [Men] constitute a homogeneous community in relation to the Word of the kingdom addressed to them.”

While so many of us try to take this parable and navigate the twin rocky shoals of judgment and moral categorization, Barth points us back to the underlying reality that the sower is far less concerned with what kind of soil is under foot than that the seed- the word- falls on it all.

I wish that speaker so long ago had read this passage from Barth before he got up there on stage in front of that room full of impressionable middle schoolers.  Had he, he might have avoided the interpretive cul-de-sac that comes when we make the parable of the sower the parable of the soil.

If the soil is the point, we are left with two less than helpful choices in understanding the sower.  Either the sower is careless- constantly wasting precious seed on unfertile and useless ground- or the sower simply doesn’t care- and the seed, the word of God, can be wasted as long as some of it gets in the right places the rest can go ahead and be eaten, burned up in the sun or tangled in the thorns.

So is it the parable of the careless sower or the parable of the parable of the sower who just doesn’t care?

Neither, Barth reminds us.

This is the story of a sower who, owning the whole field, traverses it end to end and refuses to give up on one square inch. 

He traverses it all because he realizes that each of us wanders from beaten path to fertile soil.  God knows that none of us is ever always good fertile soil- we are all sinners and fall short of the glory of God, Paul reminds us.  The sower who shares the seed, the savior who shares the word, knows that the soil that is one day hardened by the stomping feet of experience or pocked by stones that prevent them taking root, may yet one day be rich and fertile and support new growth so the sower continues to plant it.

This is a parable about the relentless, hopeful, generous sower; the sower who deems each and every square inch of ground worthy of planting.

And that is where we find the good news in this story. 

Not in the adolescent scare tactic to be good soil or else, but in the truth that whether our hearts are as hard as a well-travelled road or as fertile and rich as good delta soil, God continues day after day and year after year to plant seeds of the spirit in us in the eternal knowledge that in God’s good time our soil- our souls- will be ready for that word to grow.

I suppose we could still ask the question, what kind of soil are you?  As long as we remember that this parable gives us only one answer:

We are God’s soil- the medium in which the word of God grows in this world. 

            And God is our sower- always and in every way planting seeds of the spirit in our hearts and lives- never deterred by one unsuccessful harvest, God comes back time and time again, sharing the seeds of the spirit, until each and every heart produces a harvest of 30, 60, even 100 to 1.

            And that, my friends, is good news!

            And in a world with plenty of beaten paths, rocky ground, and thorny fields, it is good news worth sharing.

            Sola deo Gloria!  To God alone be the glory! Amen