Sermon on Matthew 25 for Christ the King Sunday

Matthew 25

³¹When the Son of Man comes in his glory, and all the angels with him, then he will sit on the throne of his glory. ³²All the nations will be gathered before him, and he will separate people one from another as a shepherd separates the sheep from the goats, ³³and he will put the sheep at his right hand and the goats at the left. ³⁴Then the king will say to those at his right hand, 'Come, you that are blessed by my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world; ³⁵for I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you welcomed me, ³⁶I was naked and you gave me clothing, I was sick and you took care of me, I was in prison and you visited me.' ³⁷Then the righteous will answer him, 'Lord, when was it that we saw you hungry and gave you food, or thirsty and gave you something to drink?³⁸And when was it that we saw you a stranger and welcomed you, or naked and gave you clothing? ³⁹And when was it that we saw you sick or in prison and visited you?' ⁴⁰And the king will answer them, 'Truly I tell you, just as you did it to one of the least of these who are members of my family, you did it to me.'

Here’s the story I tell about how I met my husband Matthew.  I had left the conservative, sectarian church of my childhood along with their teaching that being Christian mostly meant buying an insurance policy for the hereafter.  We were told not to concern ourselves with this world.  We need not bother ourselves with the poor, the hungry, the stranger unless of course in doing so we might sell them the eternal insurance policy thus adding a notch to our holiness belt. See, as our hymns suggested, we were the spiritual 1% we were all about gold streets and mansions in heaven so the deteriorating sub-standard housing around the corner was not our concern.

Almost 10 years after leaving that form of Christianity and after involving myself quite deeply into issues of social justice  I met Matthew, a really cute Lutheran seminary student.  On our first date we sat across the booth from each other at el taco de mexico and talked about social issues and we saw eye to eye on everything.  Then he said “my heart for the poor is rooted in my Christian faith” at which point I looked at him and thought: What are you?  like a unicorn? some mythical combination of creatures that doesn’t exist in reality?  Soon I learned there was a whole world of Christians out there who actually take Matthew 25 seriously.  Who believe that when we feed the hungry, cloth the naked, and care for the sick we do so to Jesus’ own self.

 

The ELCA, the denomination this congregation is apart of, even has this great slogan: God’s work, our hands.  And I believe that.  No question.  And most of you believe that too.  The work many of you do serving the poor is informed by your Christian faith as well it should be. Soon after meeting Matthew I heard from the pulpit of a Lutheran church that we are the only feet and hands that Christ has so we are to be little Christs out in the world.  And to a large extent this is true.   God’s Work, our hands…absolutely. So I could preach a sermon about how actually giving a crap about the poor is part of following Jesus.  But most of you already are on board with that.

 

And as tempting as it seems when we read a Gospel text like this to think  Look!  Even Jesus agrees with us!  We are probably missing something…and we can so easily replace the conservative personal morality insurance plan for the hereafter checklist with a liberal social justice, here’s what Christianity REALLY means checklist.  Either way we end up not really needing Jesus so much as needing to make sure we successfully complete the right list of tasks.  Because in the end every form of Checklist Christianity leaves Jesus essentially idling in his van on the corner while we say “Thanks Jesus…but we can take it from here”

 

So while we as people of God are certainly called to feed the hungry and cloth the naked that whole Christian “We’re blessed to be a blessing” thing can be kinda dangerous.  It can be dangerous when it starts to feel like we are placing ourselves above the world waiting to descend on those below so we can to be the “blessing” they’ve been waiting for like it or not. It can so easily become a well-meaning but insidious blend of benevolence and paternalism.  It can so easily become pimping the poor so that we can feel like we are being good little Christs for them.  

 

So this week I had these dangers in the back of my head as I read Matthew 25 a little closer and I realized this: Jesus says I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you welcomed me. Which means…Christ comes not in the form of those who feed the hungry but in the hungry being fed.  Christ comes not in the form of those who visit the imprisioned but in the imprisoned being cared for.  And to be clear, Christ does not come to us AS the poor and hungry. Because as anyone for whom the poor are not an abstraction but actual flesh and blood people knows…the poor and hungry and imprisoned are not a romantic special class of Christ like people.  And those who meet their needs are not a romantic special class of Christ like people.  We all are equally as Sinful and Saintly as the other.  No, Christ comes to us IN the needs of the poor and hungry,  needs that are met by another so that the gleaming redemption of God might be known.  And we are all the needy and the ones who meet needs.  Placing ourselves or anyone else in only one category or another is to tell ourselves the wrong story entirely.

As many of you know I was at the funeral this Monday of Cythia Burnside.  Wife of bishop Bruce Burnside. I met Bruce at the ELCA church-wide assembly and had preached about that the following Sunday.  I preached about how he and I had sat next to each other at a worship service where I discovered that his wife had been diagnosed with stage 4 cancer a month before. During  a particularly un-singable hymn that I was distracted by hating…I realized he was crying. So, throwing my snotty opinions about church music aside I just had to sing that terrible hymn twice as loud because my grieving brother in Christ couldn’t sing.  After the liturgy ended, even though I was a new pastor he had just met and he was a bishop I asked him if he would like for me to pray for him and anoint him with oil and his eyes teared up and he said thank you yes.  I committed to pray for him every day since and checked in occasionally via text message and email.  At his wife’s funeral Monday I asked him “Who pastors Bishops?” He whispered “no one”   So here’s the thing…I don’t really think I was the one who allowed Christ to be revealed in this encounter… it was Bruce.  Because Bruce allowed himself to bear a need that someone else could, however imperfectly meet.  And when the grief of our brother was cared about Jesus was cared about.

I’m not a great example of this. I hate asking for help.  Clearly not in terms of setting up chairs or baking bread for communion.  I mean, if I am hurting or in pain it’s like torture to admit it and even worse to humble myself to ask for help.  It’s as though I think that I am not deserving of the care I give others which, of course, is totally arrogant.  So I wonder in this text about how we withhold Christ from each other when we pretend we have no need.  When we are only the ones being the blessing to others do we keep Christ from being revealed in our own needs that could be met by another.

Because I just don’t think the economy of grace includes 2 separate classes of people, one who hunger and one who offer food.  The fact is, we are all both sheep and goat.  We are both bearers of the Gospel and receivers of it.  We meet the needs of others and have our needs met.  And the strangeness of the good news is that, like those who sat before the throne and said huh? when did we ever feed you Lord?,  we never know when it is that we touch Jesus in all of  this. All that we have is a promise, a promise that your needs are holy to God.  A Promise that Jesus is present in the meeting of needs and that his kingdom is here.  And that he’s a different kind of king who rules over a different kind of kingdom.   Because it looks more like being thirsty and having someone you don’t even like give you water more than it looks like polishing a crown. It looks like giving my three extra coats to the trinity of junkies on the corner than it looks like ermine trimmed robes. That is the surprising scandal of the Gospel; the surprising scandal of the Kingdom:  it looks like the same crappy mess that bumps us out of our unconscious addiction to being good, so that you can look at Jesus as he approaches you on the street and says, man, You look like you could use a good meal.

 

 

 

Comments

[Joy Lutheran Church]

Nadia: thank you for sharing this. People often don't realize how devilish this text is to preach on. Thanks for sharing the reality of the Law and Gospel as it hits us in the real world. Blessings, my sister and colleague. -- Martin Eldred, Eagle River, Alaska

[John Stevens]

Thank you! We are both Sheep and Goats. Amen.

John

[Jim Fisher]

I recently returned from a mission trip to the DR. We worked alongside Haitian refugee and migrant worker communities for a week. Sometime during that week, while giving an elderly Haitian man a back rub and praying for healing, my entire worldview got turned outside-in. Those Haitians are now within me and I cannot see anything without looking through their faces. And the name on one of those faces is Bella (pronounced Bay-yah) which her kids proudly proclaim means “beautiful.”

As an Incarnational Christian, one should be able to look deeply into my eyes and see the image of Christ; tarnished and dim to be sure, but His image nonetheless. As a Missional Christian that image within me meets His image within Bay-yah and we serve each other in love.

Two thousand years ago the Word became flesh. Now is the time for the flesh to become Word. The incarnation of His love within us becomes the missional love that we spread through relationships that become sacred because His image is reflected from both ends. I am just starting to “get” that. Thanks again, Nadia, for leading me in that direction.

[Gunfighter]

Excellent, Nadia!

[kbonikowsky]

It is so easy to become self-sufficient. The words of Bob Dylan's "Forever Young," have shaped my on going struggle to let others help me... "May you always do for others, and let others do for you."

[Matt in SW Washington]

Once again,you tear down the barrier between "us" and "them". Constant vigilance is needed as that barrier is so much easier to put up than it is to remove.

[Jennifer]

thank you. you say what is in my heart and what I wish was in my heart.

[Nixon is Lord]

I don't go to church because it's boring.