Sermon Title:  Faces in the Crowd:  The Disciples

Sermon Text:

Sermon Date:  March 16, 2008, Palm Sunday

 

“You Do It: Andrew”

 

            I’m Andrew, brother of Simon who later became known as Peter.  I was the first disciple you heard about.  My brother and I were fishermen by trade and followers of John by passion.  It was through John the Baptizer that we came to know Jesus.  So when he said, “Follow me,” we were ready to follow.  We left our fishing business in the hands of our other brothers and took off, never looking back.

            One of the things I will also remember about Jesus is that he didn’t invite us to follow him so we could be bystanders.  He wanted to teach us to do the things that must be done.  That’s why when I think of him I hear the words – “You do it.”

            “You heal them.  You cast out demons.  You preach.”  The twelve of us were overcome with the tasks but we loved him so much that we would have done anything he asked.  So when he said, “You feed them” it shouldn’t have been such a shock.

            You know the story.  The news that John had just been beheaded by Herod Antipas had reached us.  Jesus went off by himself to grieve but the crowds followed anyway.  Finally he gave up on solitude and began to teach them.

            The day was getting long and we began to worry about them having food and lodging.  I went to Jesus and suggested that he send them home so they could have a meal and a place to sleep.  That’s when he said, “They don’t have to leave; you can feed them.”

            We had no idea how to do what he said.  Even if a shop had been nearby we wouldn’t have had the money to feed 5,000 men, not counting women and children. 

            As we stood there stunned, he patiently asked, “How much food DO you have?” 

            Just then a young boy tugged at my robe and showed me five barley loaves and two fishes.  “Here,” he whispered, “he can have my lunch.”

            From then on we did what Jesus told us.  We had the people sit and Jesus prayed over the food.  He broke the loaves and gave them to us and we took them to the people.  Every time we returned there was more food.  I’ve never seen anything like it.

            Now when I hear the words “You do it” I think of him. 

 

 

“A View from the Cheap Seats – Judas”

 

            I was delirious.  People were singing “Hosanna to the Son of David!  Blessed is the King who comes in the name of the Lord.  Hosanna!  Hosanna in the highest!”  I’d never heard such joyful singing, particularly not with Jesus as the object of their admiration.  It was truly amazing. Finally my dreams for a majestic Messiah were about to come true.  What a might army! 

            As I stood there in awe, certain rulers fought their way to Jesus on the colt and yelled for him to control his disciples.

            But Jesus said, “If I tried, the very stones would cry out.” 

            I was delirious.  Smiling with the thrill of victory yet to come.  Then I looked at Jesus and our eyes caught.  I was celebrating and Jesus was crying.  He wasn’t rejoicing in the public acclaim or basking in the glory of the moment.  He was crying.  I wanted to grab him and howl, “Don’t lose heart now!” 

            I felt panic.  Jesus looked more like a defeated messiah than a reigning king.  Nothing I said or did made any difference to him.  “Don’t give up, my Lord.  Don’t give up.  The time is coming soon for your victory.  The power is yours if only you will reach out!”

            Just then the crowds swept us away and Jesus got off the colt at the booths.  Hundreds of them in the southern portico where the tables of commerce were placed.  Where animals were sold for sacrifice.  The usual business of the day….until Jesus strode in there yelling at the merchants.  “Away,” he cried.  “Away!”

            I trembled with pleasure.  Now this was the Messiah, hurling fire to the earth.  “Judgment has come, O you people!”  Don’t cheat my people.  Don’t make this house of prayer into a den of thieves.  Away!”

            All these things took place on the first day of the week, the Sunday before the Feast of Passover.  I stood there, thinking, “This is he whose coming is a refiner’s fire – and who shall endure it now?  Who shall be standing when this week is done?”

            All the way back to Bethany I wiped tears of excitement from my eyes.  But that was the last time I felt such joy.  That was the last time that I, Judas Iscariot, was glad….for the rest of my life.

 

 

Peg’s Message:  “The Rest of Us”

 

            Sometimes he called them one by one.  Sometimes in pairs.  Their names were:

 

Peter

John

James

Andrew

Philip

Bartholomew

Thomas

Matthew

James, son of Alphaeus

Simon, the Zealot

Judas, the son of James

Judas Iscariot

 

            They were called to learn and to follow.  They were sent out to heal and rid the world of demons.  Sometimes it worked but there were times when Jesus had to come along and do it.

            Very often Jesus spent time alone with them, teaching.  If you turn in your bibles to the passages following Jesus’ entry into Jerusalem until the time when he is arrested you will see that Jesus crammed a lot into those few days.  He had so much to tell them.  So much to leave behind.  So much to explain.  This reminds me of the young mother who spent her final days making tapes for her daughter.  They taught her how to put on makeup, how to go on her first date and prepare for college.  It also told her to love the woman her father would eventually marry.  She prepared her daughter to go on without her and Jesus did the same for the disciples.

            One minute they are entering Jerusalem with the crowds waving excitedly, throwing down their coats so the donkey carrying Jesus would walk on them and just a few days later everything starts to unravel. 

            Last week we baptized Jennifer and Christine, new faces in our crowd.  And I asked if you realized that you too are faces in the crowd.  Have you thought about that this week?

            What does it mean to be a face in Jesus’ crowd?  If you had been there at the time, where would you have been?

            Throwing your coat down and waving a palm branch?

            Or looking out your window, afraid to be seen and judged as a religious fanatic?

            Would you have thought him a revolutionary and be plotting his downfall?

            Or wondering…..just wondering if this guy is who they say he is?

            Where would you have been, a face in the crowd?

            Where are you now?  There are still many faces in Jesus’ crowd, although it gets harder to judge just what that means.  If we judge it by church attendance we would say that in these United States the crowd is getting smaller and smaller.  I heard last weekend at a workshop on mission that the US is the third largest mission field with only 18% of folks in church on Sunday. 

            Is the crowd getting smaller?

            Or can we believe that people are more interested in being spiritual than being religious?  So while they aren’t in church, they are still in the crowd?

            Something to think about for sure! 

            I sincerely hope you will all come to the Maundy Thursday service at 7 p.m.  This is when we will read the scriptures that take us from waving palm branches to the cross.  We will receive communion and one by one the candles will be blown out until we are in the darkness waiting for the light to come again. 

            You see, if you just come to church on Palm Sunday and Easter, you don’t experience the community mourning together as we come closer to the cross.

The faces in the crowd receiving the body and blood.  The faces in the crowd confused.  The faces in the crowd mourning.  The faces in the crowd waiting.

            You are a face in the crowd.  Please come to the funeral as one of the family.