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A Sermon for “Passion Sunday” (the old Lectionary)

Passion Sunday

A few years ago,the season of Lent had a slightly different structure than it does now.

Some of you will remember that this particular Sunday was known as “Passion Sunday” when we thought about and meditated upon the meaning and significance of Christ’s suffering on the Cross.

In the last few years, however, you will typically see that next Sunday – which was always known as “Palm Sunday” – is now labeled “Passion (Palm) Sunday, incorporating the Entry into Jerusalem and going beyond that triumphant day to consider the approach to Christ’s crucifixion.

Nevertheless, I’d like us today to take as our theme what would have been traditionally associated with the focus of the old “Passion Sunday” – the pain and suffering of Jesus.

But first let us pray:

Living God

As we approach the days leading up to your Son’s suffering and death, may our eyes today fix firmly upon his Cross and may the words of my mouth and the meditation of all our hearts be acceptable in your sight, O Lord, our strength and our redeemer

Amen
SERMON: “The laughter of Derision”

 

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Mark’s Gospel records that the soldiers before his crucifixion mocked Jesus.

In the 17th and 18th verses of the 15th chapter: “They clothed him in purple”. (Purple being the colour associated with royalty, of course) “and made a crown of thorns” – a crown… but oh the irony – it would have certainly given them a “good laugh” – and this they “put on his head, and began to salute him: ‘Hail! The King of the Jews’”

What a jolly jape for them! What a laugh! This juvenile mickey-taking must have had them in stitches.

How cruel. How hurtful. Not clever; but condescendingly wicked.

I remember reading about a so-called tribute to that magnificently awful self-styled “poet and tragedian” the wonderfully bad bard of Dundee, William Topaz McGonagall. This particular accolade was written in 1891 by students from Glasgow University who talked of his splendid achievements, professing the hope that some of the inspiration of the great man would be passed on to them from afar.

It’s an acutely cruel piece of sarcasm.

 

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As always when he was being made fun of, McGonagall missed the point entirely and was happy to accept apparent praise from such educated men.

So many others ridiculed this figure of fun, who really did think that he was making a serious contribution to literature.

But the last laugh is on him. He is still widely read and gives pleasure to thousands with his ill-constructed doggerel.

Others – not as naive as McGonagall – can be wounded and distressed by such verbal sneers and ridicule which can sting and maim and destroy.

Think of how children’s laughter can have its cruel elements. The strong pick on the weak – the poor laddie, the disabled girl, the slower pupil.

How children can gloat when they triumph over another child. How they laugh when they see something demolished or kicked out of shape.

Sadly, many adults haven’t outgrown this sadistic childish trait.

I guess all of you will know the story of “The Elephant Man” who lived at the end of the 19th century.

John Merrick was grotesquely deformed, his body and face distorted, his skin thick and pendulous, hanging in folds – resembling the hide of an elephant.

People flocked to see him at carnivals and sideshows, where he was billed as “Half a man; half an elephant”

Exhibited as a freak, an object of mocking disgust, Merrick was eventually freed from those wanting a cheap laugh.

He was, it was discovered, a gentle, highly intelligent, sensitive man with a romantic imagination. This makes his degradation at the hands of others all the worse.

An eminent surgeon of the day, Sir Frederick Treves, helped to rehabilitate him – even introducing him into high society…. he became a favourite of the then Princess of Wales (later to become Queen Alexandra).

 

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How often the objects of our humiliation are, in reality, not weaker than us – but rise above our puerile insults and jibes, appearing stronger, more noble, better than us.

Supremely – how true of Jesus in the scenario we remember today.

The soldiers dressed him up with the Imperial purple, the Royal cloak, and on his head placed that other symbol of majesty, the crown….. though this crown was fashioned from twisted thorn leaves.

And they made a show of homage and obeisance as they pretended to worship him.

In reality, they were mocking the freak, taunting the weakened fool, humiliating the deluded weakling who misguidedly talked about the Kingdom.

Oh, the irony! They may have tried to make a caricature of Jesus as King, while the truth is that he is the King of Kings!

Beneath the jest, there was an eternal truth.

And Christ rose above it all. He may have been treated as a ribald crowd would a figure of fun, but he suffered them – and would suffer FOR them – and rode out his humiliation with dignity.

Through the centuries and continuing to this very day and this very hour, there has been many a burlesque of allegiance to Christ, near matching the mockery of the soldiers.

A crown has been put on his head, a crown of formal declaration, King of Kings and Lord of Lords.

People have stood in reverence as those words have sounded out to the stirring words of Handel’s Hallelujah Chorus.

But how many really mean it? How many are taking it lightly, half-heartedly, perhaps even with a tinge of mockery underpinning it?

On the spot where this mockery of Christ was supposed to have taken place, a church has been built. It’s name? “The Chapel of the Derision”

 

 

It’s a strange combination of words, isn’t it? Chapel; derision

But is it really so paradoxical? If there should be a church of Christ in which class and race lines are drawn, a church in which Christ’s teaching of self-sacrifice and humility and compassion is disregarded, would it not, in truth, be a chapel of derision?

There’s an old internet story – an urban legend – of an American pastor who transformed himself into a homeless person and went to the 10,000 member church that he was to be introduced as the head pastor at that morning. He walked around his soon to be church for 30 minutes while it was filling with people for service….only 3 people out of the 7-10,000 people said hello to him. He asked people for change to buy food….NO ONE in the church gave him change. He went into the sanctuary to sit down in the front of the church and was asked by the ushers if he would please sit n the back. He greeted people to be greeted back with stares and dirty looks, with people looking down on him and judging him.
As he sat in the back of the church, he listened to the church announcements and such. When all that was done, the elders went up and were excited to introduce the new pastor of the church to the congregation……..”We would like to introduce to you Pastor Jeremiah Steepek”….The congregation looked around clapping with joy and anticipation…..The homeless man sitting in the back stood up…..and started walking down the aisle…..the clapping stopped with ALL eyes on him….he walked up the altar and took the microphone from the elders (who were in on this) and paused for a moment….then he recited:
“Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by my Father; take your inheritance, the kingdom prepared for you since the creation of the world. For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.’ “Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’ “The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’
After he recited this, he looked towards the congregation and told them all what he had experienced that morning…many began to cry and many heads were bowed in shame…. he then said….Today I see a gathering of people……not a church of Jesus Christ. The world has enough people, but not enough disciples…when will YOU decide to become disciples?

 

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It’s not necessarily a factually true story, but isn’t it true of how many so-called Christians make a mockery of what we are called to do?

Today, on this Passion Sunday – or call it what you will – let us be glad (yes, “glad”)… even joyful and happy… a happiness shot through with love, adoration and praise, giving true homage to the one who could never be hurt by mockery, never wounded by cruel laughter, but who rose above it all.

We commemorate not a time of humiliation, but celebrate a time of victory.

So let us “bring forth the Royal diadem and crown him Lord of all”!

Amen

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Six feet above contradiction

There is no denying that some ministers are extremely tedious, and though the congregation can do nothing to mend matters, sometimes a man arises with a courage above his peers.

The sermon was on the Books of the Bible, and for fifty minutes the minister expounded his views, first on one book, and then on another until the congregation began to show signs of fatigue. At last, just as he seemed about to close he began afresh. “We have examined the five great books of Moses; we have sympathised with the patient Job; we have revelled in the psalms of David; we have braved the lions in their den with Daniel; we have been cheered with Isaiah’s ‘rapt seraphic fire’; what shall we now do with Jeremiah ”

“Jeremiah can have my seat,” replied old John the beadle, “I’m awa’ hame.”

 

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Lamentations of Jeremiah

Thomas Tallis, c. 1505–1585

Thomas Tallis, c. 1505–1585 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

Thomas Tallis made two famous sets of the Lamentations. Scored for five voices (either one on a part or in a choral context), they show a sophisticated use of imitation, and are noted for their expressiveness. The settings are of the first two lessons for Maundy Thursday. As many other composers do, Tallis also sets the following:

  • The announcements: Incipit Lamentatio Ieremiae Prophetae (“The Lamentation of Jeremiah the Prophet begins”) and De Lamentatione Ieremiae Prophetae (“From the Lamentation of Jeremiah the Prophet”)
  • The Hebrew letters that headed each verse: AlephBeth for the first set; GimelDalethHeth for the second. These letters were considered part of the text in the Latin Vulgate Bible of Tallis’s day, although most English translations omit them. Tallis’s use of ‘Heth’ rather than the correct ‘He’ appears to have been an error
  • The concluding refrain: Ierusalem, Ierusalem, convertere ad Dominum Deum tuum (“Jerusalem, Jerusalem, return unto the Lord thy God”) – thus emphasising the sombre and melancholy effect of the pieces

Tallis’s two settings happen to use successive verses, but the pieces are in fact independent even though performers generally sing both settings together. Composers have been free to use whatever verses they wish, since the liturgical role of the text is somewhat loose; this accounts for the wide variety of texts that appear in these pieces.

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July 2, 2013 · 21:17

WOULD THE REAL J.C. PLEASE STAND UP

An eight-year-old was asked to write a homework essay with the title ‘Explain God’ This is what he wrote:

One of God’s main jobs is making people.  He makes them to replace the ones that die so there be enough people to take care of things on earth.

He doesn’t make grown-ups, just babies.  I think because they are smaller and easier to make.  That way, he doesn’t have to take up his valuable time teaching them to talk and walk.  He can just leave that to mothers and fathers.

God’s second most important job is listening to prayers.  An awful lot of this goes on, since some people, like preachers and things, pray at times besides bedtime.

God doesn’t have time to listen to the radio or TV because of this.  Because he hears everything, there must be a terrible lot of noise in his ears, unless he has thought of a way to turn it off.

God sees everything and hears everything and is everywhere, which keeps him pretty busy.  So you shouldn’t go wasting his time by going over your mum and dad’s head asking for something they said you couldn’t have.

Jesus is God’s son.  He used to do all the hard work like walking on water and performing miracles and trying to teach the people who didn’t want to learn about God.  They finally got tired of him preaching to them and they crucified him.

But he was good and kind like his father and he told his father that they didn’t know what they were doing and to forgive them and God said OK.

His dad (God) appreciated everything that he had done and all his hard work on earth, so he told him he didn’t have to go out on the road anymore.  He could stay in heaven. So he did.  And now he helps his dad out by listening to prayers and seeing things which

are important for God to take care of – and which ones he can take care of himself, without having to bother God.  Like a secretary – only more important.

That’s an eight year old’s perception of who God and Jesus are and what they are like.

 It’s a misconstrued perception, but, sadly, such warped descriptions aren’t restricted to children.

 Many adults too have a false impression of who Jesus is.

 Jesus once asked his disciples who people think he is.  He was testing public opinion.

The answers ranged from John the Baptist to Elijah and Jeremiah or some other prophet.

But Peter, when asked, was able to give the answer to the puzzle of Jesus’ identity – and his answer should be ours also –  ‘You are the Messiah, the Son of the living God’

Jesus is Emanuel, God with us, the head of dominion in whom is full salvation and access to God.

He comes from God, is one with God, reveals his purpose, and leads humanity back to him.  He is what God intends humankind to become.

Jesus is about love and reconciliation.  He’s about broken lives and putting them back together again.

Jesus is about everything that is good and pure.

He looks at us as he did the disciples that day and says, “Who do YOU say I am?”

Jesus is not someone, who is easily defined, but when, with Peter, we acknowledge him to be the Messiah or Christ, we confess him as we have experienced him.

As we have experienced his compassion and his love.

For Jesus is love.

The real Jesus is someone who cares for us, who has compassion on us, who loves with a love divine all loves excelling; a love that made him sacrifice himself for the likes of us – yes, us, loveless and imperfect as we all are. 

When we have experienced that wondrous love, then we truly know who he is – “the Messiah or Christ, the Son of the Living God”

Who is the real Jesus?  Someone who loves us far more than we will ever understand.

As the old Hymn puts it –

Jesus loves me this I know

For the Bible tells me so

Little ones to him belong

They are weak, but he is strong

Yes, Jesus loves me

Yes, Jesus loves me

Yes, Jesus loves me

The Bible tells me so

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