Sermon for 3rd Sunday in Lent: 28 February 2016

Sermon for Sunday 28 February 2016

3rd Sunday in Lent


The Rev. Carrie Ballenger Smith


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Grace and peace to you from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ. Amen.

I had an entirely different sermon written for today.

The sermon I am not preaching started with a lovely story about my grandmother and her abundant generosity, especially noting how she loved to force food on anyone who dared to step into her kitchen.

That sermon then sought to make a connection to this context, so it moved to a description of the street vendors here in the Old City calling out to tourists, “Everything $1!” –  unbelievable offers, attempts to get someone, anyone, to come into their shops.

And then that sermon – the sermon I am not preaching today – proclaimed that God is even more generous, God’s offer of grace and mercy is even more unbelievable, God’s love is even more extravagant – and through the cross of Jesus Christ, we have received abundant gifts of water, wine, bread, without money, and without price. Amen!

It was not a bad sermon.

But then I went to dinner last evening in Beit Jala, at the home of a Muslim coworker.

We ate with his family outside on the terrace, overlooking the Arab village below, and beyond that, all of Jerusalem and even all the way to Jordan. 

It was a lovely view, one of the best I’ve seen in my time living here. 

But if you turned around, you saw that in every other direction, the view is very different. 

The view is different, because on the three other sides, my coworker’s home is surrounded by the separation wall, which is topped with barbed wire, which divides him from his neighbors. 

The tree Mohammad's sons used to climb was uprooted to make way for the wall.

The road which led them to a field where the children played football was cut off by the wall.

But most importantly, what was uprooted, what was cut off, was their relationship with their long-time neighbors, a Jewish family.

“We used to have good relations with them” the son told me. “We used to say ‘Bokra Tov’ and they would ask about our family. When the wall was built, I think they were even sadder than we were.”

And it was there, in the shadow of the wall, at a dinner table heaping with home-cooked Palestinian food, that I started to rethink my sermon.

Suddenly I was hearing the words of God from the 55th chapter of Isaiah very differently:

1Ho, everyone who thirsts,
  come to the waters;
 and you that have no money,
  come, buy and eat!
 Come, buy wine and milk
  without money and without price.

2Why do you spend your money for that which is not bread,
  and your labor for that which does not satisfy?
 Listen carefully to me, and eat what is good,
  and delight yourselves in rich food.
 3Incline your ear, and come to me;
  listen, so that you may live.

This is the voice of Yahweh, the holy one of Israel, speaking to an exiled people. Yahweh was calling the people of God back from disobedience, back from despair, to a table overflowing with every good thing—which was very Good News indeed to people who had not only been wandering in the desert, but had been eating manna for breakfast, lunch, and dinner for forty years in a row.

Long ago, this was Good News for the hungry and thirsty people of this land.

And this is exactly the Good News we need in this same land today.

We need to hear again the Good News that God’s good creation, God’s love, and God’s mercy are enough – more than enough – for every human being made in God’s image. We desperately need Isaiah chapter 55’s message of God's abundance.

We need to hear it, and to listen, because today a great many people in this land have been surrounded by a 650-meter long, 8-meterhigh monument to scarcity.

That monument, the wall which surrounds my coworker’s home, says:

There is not enough.
There’s not enough land.
There’s not enough water.
There’s not enough space between our holy sites or our homes.
There’s not enough trust.
There’s not enough in common between our cultures.

This is what the wall, and the checkpoints, and the barricades, and the settlements, and the identity cards, and the permissions, and the whole rotten system of occupation screams to the people on both sides of the wall:

There is simply not enough of anything for all of us.

Whether we realize it or not, whether we live near the wall or not, whether we live in the holy land or not, this message of scarcity too often controls our behavior.

Scarcity is the reason we immediately judge people on the street in this context: Which religion are they? Are they Arab or Israeli? International or local? Do they have their hands in their pockets? Are their guns in ready position?

There’s not enough room on this street for all of us.

Scarcity is the reason political candidates in my home country twist themselves into pretzels trying to explain why we can’t really have health care for all, or education for all, or humane treatment of illegal immigrants, or a country where religious liberty means liberty for all religions.

There cannot be enough human rights for every human.

Scarcity is the reason why we find ourselves praying for peace with justice, but settle instead for a kinder, gentler occupation, a less offensive racism, or somewhat friendlier extremists.

Surely there’s not enough goodness in the world to overcome our divisions.

Scarcity compels us to accept one-liners in place of working toward a future as one human family--

So we say:

“These people have been fighting for thousands of years.”
“They teach hate.”
 “They want us to disappear.”
“It won’t be fixed until Jesus comes back.”

This is what happens when people of faith start to accept the hunger for freedom as futile, and the thirst for power as justifiable. It’s what happens when we start to believe our own lie, the lie represented by that wall – and that lie is that there simply isn’t enough even of God to go around.

But let me tell you that this monument to scarcity, the wall which cast its mighty shadow over us at our dinner last night, was no match for the abundant generosity on the table before us.

The food kept on coming:

Makloubeh. Waraq Diwali. Hummus. Arabic Salad. Apple Cake. 


(are you hungry yet?)

As we were feasting on this meal, a feast we didn’t expect, a gift of love we couldn’t possibly repay, a meal prepared for a group of international Christians by a local Muslim family, I once again felt deep in my heart—and in my belly! –the truth of God’s undeserved, generous, and abundant mercy. 

There at that table overflowing with food I was reminded that no matter how many walls we construct, no matter how we justify our own greed, no matter how long we wander away from God’s ways, no matter how loudly we proclaim “NO, we’re not hungry!”, the God of abundance is always near, calling us home, extending the invitation:

“Come and eat.”

Just as God called to God’s people long ago, God calls to us today:

2Why do you spend your money for that which is not bread,
  and your labor for that which does not satisfy?
 Listen carefully to me, and eat what is good,
  and delight yourselves in rich food.
 3Incline your ear, and come to me;
  listen, so that you may live.

Dear sisters and brothers in Christ, why, oh why do we buy what that wall is selling?  

Why do we let its message of scarcity write the future of this land?

Why must we accept the lie that there is not enough peace, not enough justice, not enough equality, not enough human rights, not enough freedom to go around?

As long as we worship monuments to scarcity, as long as we buy the bread of inequality, as long as we drink from the well of cynicism and division, then we will always be hungry. We will always be thirsty.

But my dear sisters and brothers, we must not accept such hunger. We must not remain thirsty.

Hear the Good News of Jesus Christ: 

This table has been set for you. At this table, the God of abundance has prepared for us a feast of love – the Body and Blood of our Lord Jesus Christ. 

Here is the love that is higher than any wall. 
Here is the mercy that speaks louder than any political rhetoric. 
Here is the grace which covers our own complicity in the world’s sufferings. 
Here, in and among the gifts of bread and, we encounter the One who emptied himself for our sake and for the sake of this broken world—Jesus, Son of God, Prince of Peace.

All who thirst for justice…come and eat.
All who hunger for forgiveness…come and eat.
All who are weary from the struggle….come and eat.
All who have lost hope…come and eat.

Come, eat, and know the abundant mercy and love of God in Christ Jesus.

Be nourished. Be strengthened for what God is calling you to do.

For the hunger in the world is great. And this feast is meant to be shared.




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