PROPERS: PROPER
10, YEAR C
TEXT: LUKE
10:25-37
PREACHED AT TRINITY CHURCH, HATTIESBURG,
ON SUNDAY, JULY 10, 2016.
Those were the memorable first words of Thomas Paine’s pamphlet, The Crisis, published on December 23, 1776.
Paine had barely been in the
American colonies two years, yet he had already come to know the dynamics of
his day. He had already rung the
firebell of revolution with his earlier pamphlet, Common Sense.
Indeed, those were days that tried
men’s souls. As are these days.
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A few years ago, I read contemporary
historian Rick Perlstein’s book, Nixonland. It was a detailed, day-by-day account of
the United States in election year 1968.
It was breathtaking in its
sweep. It brought to mind details of
that dramatic year which had long-since passed from my memory.
There were the big events: Johnson’s
renunciation of a presidential bid; Martin Luther King’s assassination; Bobby
Kennedy’s assassination; riots in the streets of the cities; the Vietnam War;
and the dramatic and tightly fought election that year.
I recall that year as clearly as any
in my life. I guess you could say I came
of age. The movie Wild in the Streets made the song Born to be Wild an anthem for a generation. If you can imagine this, I embraced it as my
theme song.
All that is to say that 1968 was a
tumultuous year. It was the pivot-point
of an entire nation. And things did not get better.
1968 was followed a tide of
cynicism. The war continued. People became more estranged from one
another. Watergate ensued. A president
resigned office.
As Queen Elizabeth termed one year,
our annus horribilis of 1968 was not
the end, but a continuation of an era of bad feelings.
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I needn’t dwell on the difficulties
of the past week. There has been too
much pain, much grief, copious amounts of horror, and a rising tide of
estrangement.
And I have been reminded of 1968 –
and not for good reasons. It is an
uncomfortable feeling. It seems
portentous. I am wondering what will be
the next shoe to drop.
And I am wondering what we, as
people of faith can do.
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Into this week comes the gospel
lesson – the Parable of the Good Samaritan.
Jesus is asked a simple
question: “Who is my neighbor?” The question raised a pertinent point –for
then and for today.
Keep in mind that the world in which Jesus
lived was a tribal world. There were
Jews. There were Samaritans. There were
the people of other nations and faiths.
The account of Pentecost Day from the Book of Acts describes them: Parthians, Medes, Elamites, and residents of
Mesopotamia, Judea and Cappadocia, Pontus and Asia, Phrygia and Pamphylia,
Egypt and the parts of Libya belonging to Cyrene… Cretan and Arabs…
The tribalism of that culture ruled
the day. In fact, tribalism still
animates the conflict of the Middle East.
Lawrence of Arabia encountered in the early 20th
century. In many ways, it is the
dividing force – even today – in Jesus’ part of the world. Suspicion
of the other. The stranger. The person who, for whatever reason, is
different.
Jesus tries to lance that cultural
boil. He tells a parable that describes
a priest passing an injured man on the roadside – and walking on the other
side. Likewise, he tells of Levite – a
member of a sacred caste of Jews – passing the injured man as well. Neither man gave aid or comfort to the
injured man.
But there came a Samaritan – an other; an unclean person; one to be
shunned by people of faith – who tended the wounded man, who took him to a
place of rest, healing and refuge, and saw that he was cared for.
Jesus ends the story with a
question: “Which of these three, do you think, was a neighbor to the man who fell
into the hands of the robbers?” When
the lawyer answered, “The one who showed
him mercy,” Jesus said, “Go and do
likewise.”
Go and do likewise. Wise words for our time.
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Years ago, when I was just a boy, my
family would gather around a piano in my great-grandfather’s house, just down
Hardy Street from here. When my aunt was
there, we would join together as she played some of my great-grandfather’s
favorite hymns.
It was a cringe-worthy moment for a
teenage boy, but I now cherish those memories.
My great-grandfather was a staunch
Methodist and I suspect we sang hymns from a long-past hymnal. One of his favorites, which we would sing,
would be Give Me that Old Time Religion.
The hymn likely emerged from the
Black Gospel and Southern Gospel traditions in the late 19th
Century. My great-grandfather loved it
and its very simple message:
Give me that old time religion,
Give me that old time religion,
Give me that old time religion,
It’s good enough for me.
Call me naïve – which I may well be
– but I think we need today the old time
religion expressed in Jesus’ parable today.
If we could stop seeing one another as the other we could structure our world, our culture, and our
society on what our founders described as a
more perfect union.
We have heard this message
preached. We have heard the story again
and again. And the fact is that G. K.
Chesterton was right: “Christianity has
not been tried and found wanting; it has been found difficult and not tried.”
Christianity is hard, It is demanding. It is so much more than a feel-good, personal experience. It requires us to intentionally alter our normal, cultural methods of relating to one another. We cannot simply embrace what we could call cultural Christianity -- without having have lives transformed -- and expect a different world.
Christianity is hard, It is demanding. It is so much more than a feel-good, personal experience. It requires us to intentionally alter our normal, cultural methods of relating to one another. We cannot simply embrace what we could call cultural Christianity -- without having have lives transformed -- and expect a different world.
It is time to truly try Christianity – to read, learn, mark, and inwardly digest the
teachings of Jesus, such as the Parable of the Good Samaritan.
We
need to rise above and move beyond the tribal culturalism which infects our society. We need to be transformed – to be
counter-cultural. We need to show people
that we see them not as a class, as a uniform, or as some projection of our own
fears and biases, and that we see them instead as brothers and sisters of the
same God.
Perhaps if you and I can do it, our
transformation of perspective and behavior will affect others. And bit-by-bit, we will begin to change the
world.
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