grant that we may walk in the way of his suffering
Let us pray again. Almighty and everliving God, in your tender love for the human race you sent your Son our Savior Jesus Christ to take upon him our nature, and to suffer death upon the cross for our salvation. Mercifully grant that we may walk in the way of his suffering, and also share in his resurrection. Amen.
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“Grant that we may walk in the way of his suffering.”
Palm Sunday: the Sunday of the Passion, a barbaric nightmare that You Do Not Get because you are focused on Easter. This is not Easter about resurrection; this is about Jesus’ Passion: Jesus suffering unbearable, excruciating, agonizing, searing pain.
“Grant that we may walk in the way of his suffering.” Oh my God! What?
Christianity is a religion of stories, and the Passion Gospel is our most horrifying story: hear it, keep hearing it, let it ring in your head, torment you like a recurring bad dream - - haunting, compelling, a disturbing psychosis that will not go away: O God, you sent Jesus to take upon him our nature, and to suffer death upon the cross for our salvation: Grant that we may walk in the way of his suffering.
For every baptized Christian, the Way of the Cross is the Way of Life - - a way of love and sacrifice; of suffering deeply personal, agonizingly painful, deadly costly. Baptized into the death of Jesus, you are to give yourself up for others, you are to suffer that others may live. Walk in the way of his suffering.
Jesus does things and tells stories, acts and parables, for you to find yourself as you make your way through life in the way of the cross. But maybe you’ve noticed: Jesus never explains, he leaves us hanging. Sometimes in a nightmare. That’s where we are today.
Grant that we may walk in the way of his suffering. What might that mean? I have a raw metaphor.
Jonathan and his family are very dear to me. As priest and pastor, I watched them grow up, they helped me in the Church, I officiated their weddings, I baptized their children, I buried their dead. I’ve been involved with Jonathan's family for forty years. I know them personally, kind and loving people of extraordinary intelligence.
On this Sunday of Jesus Passion, I offer you Jonathan’s story in theological reflection, as a metaphor for walking in the way of Jesus’ suffering.
During the war in Afghanistan, Jonathan served as a U S Marine. On this particular day, he is out on patrol with his team. Making their way across the countryside, they go through villages.
As residents watch the Americans walk through this one village, a small child breaks free from his family and runs toward them. A beautiful, happy little boy, hardly older than a toddler.
Americans love children. Especially do young soldiers love children, they may have kids of their own back home that they miss terribly.
And you’ve seen pictures - - foreign children running to American soldiers, who give them something - - kindness, approval, a smile, a bit of chocolate. A child runs to greet you, you scoop him up in your arms, and hold him, hug him. Ruffle his hair. Kiss his cheek. Lift him up and see how delighted he smiles at you. He steals your heart - - a tiny boy.
Marines are trained, alert, observant, and Jonathan sees instantly that the boy has something strapped around his body. An explosive. Jonathan aims his weapon and fires, killing the child, whose bomb explodes in a fiery burst of flame, flesh, guts and blood -
Jonathan saved his comrades. if not for Jonathan, he and his colleagues would have been horribly mutilated and killed. Jonathan saved their lives - -
yet in that saving instant, Jonathan enters a nightmare of shame, guilt, anguish, a life of terrible suffering.
“I killed a child," Jonathan told me. “Every child belongs to God, and I killed one of God’s children, I shot a little boy. The Bible says whoever harms one of the least these little ones that belong to me, better a millstone be hung about his neck and he be thrown into the depths of the sea. I killed a child.
“People keep telling me, ‘You did what you had to do. The boy was gonna die a moment later anyway, and all of you would have been killed.’ Anyone thinks that comforts me has never killed a child.”
This is Creation. Jonathan saves, others live, Jonathan suffers. Jonathan suffers. Jonathan suffers. Jonathan suffers. Time goes one way. Nothing can be changed. Clock and calendar cannot be turned back. For others to live, someone had to suffer, and in the moment, Creation Itself chose Jonathan. Why Jonathan? Why NOT Jonathan? Would we rather Creation choose a man who would NOT care, who would NOT suffer?
What can be done? I do not know. Psychic pain can be as terrible as physical pain, and maybe there is no answer. Can Jonathan lay his anguish at the foot of the cross? Can he offer his suffering up to God. Is that a Grace that the cross offers us when our suffering is too much to bear? Could it help make suffering bearable?
”Grant that we may walk in the way of his suffering" - - where are you? I have no idea: you must find your own suffering in his image - - in your past, or today, or in your future. To suffer for others is part of your Christian walk. If it’s unbearable, I don't know. Maybe bring it here, offer it up to God.
Christianity is a religion of stories, today the story of the Cross, the Passion of the Christ, Jesus suffering. Sometimes the story leaves us hanging, in a nightmare. That's where we are today.
“Grant that we may walk in the way of his suffering.”
God help you.
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sermon/homiletic endeavor on Palm Sunday: Sunday of Jesus' Passion preached by the Rev Tom Weller in Holy Nativity Episcopal Church, Panama City, Florida on 2 April 2023. Text: Matthew's passion gospel.
The Passion of our Lord Jesus Christ according to Matthew (26:14-27:66)
People Glory to you, Lord Christ.
YOU MAY BE SEATED.
One of the twelve, who was called Judas Iscariot, went to the chief priests and said, “What will you give me if I betray him to you?” They paid him thirty pieces of silver. And from that moment he began to look for an opportunity to betray Jesus.
On the first day of Unleavened Bread the disciples came to Jesus, saying, “Where do you want us to make the preparations for you to eat the Passover?” He said, “Go into the city to a certain man, and say to him, ‘The Teacher says, My time is near; I will keep the Passover at your house with my disciples.’” So the disciples did as Jesus had directed them, and they prepared the Passover meal.
When it was evening, he took his place with the twelve; and while they were eating, he said, “Truly I tell you, one of you will betray me.” And they became greatly distressed and began to say to him one after another, “Surely not I, Lord?” He answered, “The one who has dipped his hand into the bowl with me will betray me. The Son of Man goes as it is written of him, but woe to that one by whom the Son of Man is betrayed! It would have been better for that one not to have been born.” Judas, who betrayed him, said, “Surely not I, Rabbi?” He replied, “You have said so.”
While they were eating, Jesus took a loaf of bread, and after blessing it he broke it, gave it to the disciples, and said, “Take, eat; this is my body.” Then he took a cup, and after giving thanks he gave it to them, saying, “Drink from it, all of you; for this is my blood of the covenant, which is poured out for many for the forgiveness of sins. I tell you, I will never again drink of this fruit of the vine until that day when I drink it new with you in my Father’s kingdom.”
When they had sung the hymn, they went out to the Mount of Olives. Then Jesus said to them, “You will all become deserters because of me this night; for it is written,
‘I will strike the shepherd, and
the sheep of the flock will be scattered.’
But after I am raised up, I will go ahead of you to Galilee.”
Peter said to him, “Though all become deserters because of you, I will never desert you.” Jesus said to him, “Truly I tell you, this very night, before the cock crows, you will deny me three times.” Peter said to him, “Even though I must die with you, I will not deny you.” And so said all the disciples.
Then Jesus went with them to a place called Gethsemane; and he said to his disciples, “Sit here while I go over there and pray.” He took with him Peter and the two sons of Zebedee, and began to be grieved and agitated. Then he said to them, “I am deeply grieved, even to death; remain here, and stay awake with me.” And going a little farther, he threw himself on the ground and prayed, “My Father, if it is possible, let this cup pass from me; yet not what I want but what you want.” Then he came to the disciples and found them sleeping; and he said to Peter, “So, could you not stay awake with me one hour? Stay awake and pray that you may not come into the time of trial; the spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak.” Again he went away for the second time and prayed, “My Father, if this cannot pass unless I drink it, your will be done.” Again he came and found them sleeping, for their eyes were heavy. So leaving them again, he went away and prayed for the third time, saying the same words. Then he came to the disciples and said to them, “Are you still sleeping and taking your rest? See, the hour is at hand, and the Son of Man is betrayed into the hands of sinners. Get up, let us be going. See, my betrayer is at hand.”
While he was still speaking, Judas, one of the twelve, arrived; with him was a large crowd with swords and clubs, from the chief priests and the elders of the people. Now the betrayer had given them a sign, saying, “The one I will kiss is the man; arrest him.” At once he came up to Jesus and said, “Greetings, Rabbi!” and kissed him. Jesus said to him, “Friend, do what you are here to do.” Then they came and laid hands on Jesus and arrested him. Suddenly, one of those with Jesus put his hand on his sword, drew it, and struck the slave of the high priest, cutting off his ear. Then Jesus said to him, “Put your sword back into its place; for all who take the sword will perish by the sword. Do you think that I cannot appeal to my Father, and he will at once send me more than twelve legions of angels? But how then would the scriptures be fulfilled, which say it must happen in this way?” At that hour Jesus said to the crowds, “Have you come out with swords and clubs to arrest me as though I were a bandit? Day after day I sat in the temple teaching, and you did not arrest me. But all this has taken place, so that the scriptures of the prophets may be fulfilled.” Then all the disciples deserted him and fled.
Those who had arrested Jesus took him to Caiaphas the high priest, in whose house the scribes and the elders had gathered. But Peter was following him at a distance, as far as the courtyard of the high priest; and going inside, he sat with the guards in order to see how this would end.
Now the chief priests and the whole council were looking for false testimony against Jesus so that they might put him to death, but they found none, though many false witnesses came forward. At last two came forward and said, “This fellow said, ‘I am able to destroy the temple of God and to build it in three days.’” The high priest stood up and said, “Have you no answer? What is it that they testify against you?” But Jesus was silent. Then the high priest said to him, “I put you under oath before the living God, tell us if you are the Messiah, the Son of God.” Jesus said to him, “You have said so. But I tell you,
From now on you will see the Son of Man seated at the right hand of Power and coming on the clouds of heaven.”
Then the high priest tore his clothes and said, “He has blasphemed! Why do we still need witnesses? You have now heard his blasphemy. What is your verdict?” They answered, “He deserves death.” Then they spat in his face and struck him; and some slapped him, saying, “Prophesy to us, you Messiah! Who is it that struck you?”
Now Peter was sitting outside in the courtyard. A servant-girl came to him and said, “You also were with Jesus the Galilean.” But he denied it before all of them, saying, “I do not know what you are talking about.” When he went out to the porch, another servant-girl saw him, and she said to the bystanders, “This man was with Jesus of Nazareth.” Again he denied it with an oath, “I do not know the man.” After a little while the bystanders came up and said to Peter, “Certainly you are also one of them, for your accent betrays you.” Then he began to curse, and he swore an oath, “I do not know the man!” At that moment the cock crowed. Then Peter remembered what Jesus had said: “Before the cock crows, you will deny me three times.” And he went out and wept bitterly.
When morning came, all the chief priests and the elders of the people conferred together against Jesus in order to bring about his death. They bound him, led him away, and handed him over to Pilate the governor.
When Judas, his betrayer, saw that Jesus was condemned, he repented and brought back the thirty pieces of silver to the chief priests and the elders. He said, “I have sinned by betraying innocent blood.” But they said, “What is that to us? See to it yourself.” Throwing down the pieces of silver in the temple, he departed; and he went and hanged himself. But the chief priests, taking the pieces of silver, said, “It is not lawful to put them into the treasury, since they are blood money.” After conferring together, they used them to buy the potter’s field as a place to bury foreigners. For this reason that field has been called the Field of Blood to this day. Then was fulfilled what had been spoken through the prophet Jeremiah, “And they took the thirty pieces of silver, the price of the one on whom a price had been set, on whom some of the people of Israel had set a price, and they gave them for the potter’s field, as the Lord commanded me.”
Now Jesus stood before the governor; and the governor asked him, “Are you the King of the Jews?” Jesus said, “You say so.” But when he was accused by the chief priests and elders, he did not answer. Then Pilate said to him, “Do you not hear how many accusations they make against you?” But he gave him no answer, not even to a single charge, so that the governor was greatly amazed.
Now at the festival the governor was accustomed to release a prisoner for the crowd, anyone whom they wanted. At that time they had a notorious prisoner, called Jesus Barabbas. So after they had gathered, Pilate said to them, “Whom do you want me to release for you, Jesus Barabbas or Jesus who is called the Messiah?” For he realized that it was out of jealousy that they had handed him over.
While he was sitting on the judgment seat, his wife sent word to him, “Have nothing to do with that innocent man, for today I have suffered a great deal because of a dream about him.”
Now the chief priests and the elders persuaded the crowds to ask for Barabbas and to have Jesus killed. The governor again said to them, “Which of the two do you want me to release for you?” And they said, “Barabbas.” Pilate said to them, “Then what should I do with Jesus who is called the Messiah?” All of them said, “Let him be crucified!” Then he asked, “Why, what evil has he done?” But they shouted all the more, “Let him be crucified!”
So when Pilate saw that he could do nothing, but rather that a riot was beginning, he took some water and washed his hands before the crowd, saying, “I am innocent of this man’s blood; see to it yourselves.” Then the people as a whole answered, “His blood be on us and on our children!” So he released Barabbas for them; and after flogging Jesus, he handed him over to be crucified.
Then the soldiers of the governor took Jesus into the governor’s headquarters, and they gathered the whole cohort around him. They stripped him and put a scarlet robe on him, and after twisting some thorns into a crown, they put it on his head. They put a reed in his right hand and knelt before him and mocked him, saying, “Hail, King of the Jews!” They spat on him, and took the reed and struck him on the head. After mocking him, they stripped him of the robe and put his own clothes on him. Then they led him away to crucify him.
As they went out, they came upon a man from Cyrene named Simon; they compelled this man to carry his cross.
PLEASE STAND
When they came to a place called Golgotha (which means Place of a Skull), they offered him wine to drink, mixed with gall; but when he tasted it, he would not drink it. And when they had crucified him, they divided his clothes among themselves by casting lots; then they sat down there and kept watch over him. Over his head they put the charge against him, which read, “Jesus, King of the Jews.”
Then two bandits were crucified with him, one on his right and one on his left. Those who passed by derided him, shaking their heads and saying, “You who would destroy the temple and build it in three days, save yourself! If you are the Son of God, come down from the cross.” In the same way the chief priests also, along with the scribes and elders, were mocking him, saying, “He saved others; he cannot save himself. He is the King of Israel; let him come down from the cross now, and we will believe in him. He trusts in God; let God deliver him now, if he wants to; for he said, ‘I am God’s Son.’” The bandits who were crucified with him also taunted him in the same way.
From noon on, darkness came over the whole land until three in the afternoon. And about three o’clock Jesus cried with a loud voice, “Eli, Eli, lema sabachthani?” that is, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” But when some of the bystanders heard it, they said, “This man is calling for Elijah.” At once one of them ran and got a sponge, filled it with sour wine, put it on a stick, and gave it to him to drink. But the others said, “Wait, let us see whether Elijah will come to save him.” Then Jesus cried again with a loud voice and breathed his last. At that moment the curtain of the temple was torn in two, from top to bottom. The earth shook, and the rocks were split. The tombs also were opened, and many bodies of the saints who had fallen asleep were raised. After his resurrection they came out of the tombs and entered the holy city and appeared to many. Now when the centurion and those with him, who were keeping watch over Jesus, saw the earthquake and what took place, they were terrified and said, “Truly this man was God’s Son!”
Many women were also there, looking on from a distance; they had followed Jesus from Galilee and had provided for him. Among them were Mary Magdalene, and Mary the mother of James and Joseph, and the mother of the sons of Zebedee.
When it was evening, there came a rich man from Arimathea, named Joseph, who was also a disciple of Jesus. He went to Pilate and asked for the body of Jesus; then Pilate ordered it to be given to him. So Joseph took the body and wrapped it in a clean linen cloth and laid it in his own new tomb, which he had hewn in the rock. He then rolled a great stone to the door of the tomb and went away. Mary Magdalene and the other Mary were there, sitting opposite the tomb.
The next day, that is, after the day of Preparation, the chief priests and the Pharisees gathered before Pilate and said, “Sir, we remember what that impostor said while he was still alive, ‘After three days I will rise again.’ Therefore command the tomb to be made secure until the third day; otherwise his disciples may go and steal him away, and tell the people, ‘He has been raised from the dead,’ and the last deception would be worse than the first.” Pilate said to them, “You have a guard of soldiers; go, make it as secure as you can.” So they went with the guard and made the tomb secure by sealing the stone.
LET US PRAY AGAIN.