Far From the Cheering Crowd

And when he entered Jerusalem, all the city was stirred, saying, “Who is this?” And the crowds said, “This is the prophet Jesus from Nazareth of Galilee.”  (Matthew 21:11)

Sitting here one block from a parish where I could be worshipping but feel most unwelcome as an outsider, I am again stridently aware of how atypical it is to be outside the community of faith as we enter this week that is all about community. The church gathers to share the stories of our faith; welcome its newest members into the family of faith, and together in faith experience the empty tomb.

Today we complete a 4-week series of exploration of faith that brings me to the final verse of I am the Bread of Life (S.S. Toolan)

Yes Lord I believe that You are the Christ

The Son of God

Who has come into the World

and the assurance of Jesus

And I will raise you up on the last day. 

(Minute 1:59 on recording)

On each to the 3 preceding Sundays, we have met and been challenged by people of faith: the woman at the well, the man born blind, and the family of Lazarus. We lose the arc of faithful confessions that have preceded this day. Today we are again faced with a confession of faith.

This year, I will again be exploring the essentials of faith with my mom, quietly, far from the “cheering crowds” but close to the heart of my primary faith mentor.

I will be wondering:

• How much faith is enough?
• Am I still standing by the side of the road asking, “Who is the guy?”
• Can I really lay aside my hopes and fears and believe in the promise of the resurrection on the last day?

You are invited to join me. Use either the comments section below or drop me a note. We are very fortunate in our time to be able to bridge the barriers of time and space to be “community” despite the diaspora.

Peace


Note: It is nearly impossible to find a recording that includes this final verse.  This is a clear case of the importance of including the end of the text -- a rant for another day.

We Sing Hosanna in the Highest Heaven

Hosanna to the Son of David  (Weelkes)

Hosanna to the Son of David: blessed be the King that cometh in the name of the Lord; Hosanna! Thou that sittest in the highest heavens; Hosanna in excelsis Deo!

Palm Sunday and Holy Week.  There is so much written about these sacred days. It is awkward to bring my thoughts forward for sharing.  I will and must as I stay true to my struggles as a Catholic in the Diaspora.  These are the days when we all should feel most welcome in the community of faith.  I do not. They are the days that define our faith and bring our baptismal mandate into focus.

It is painful to be apart.  These are days filled with prayers and rituals I know so well. I have lived them, led them and prayed them my entire life. 

As I read the lectionary selections for today, I was again stunned by how powerful and beautiful the passion account of Luke really is.  Uninterrupted by pseudo theatrics, the story is my story and the story of my baptismal entry into the “life, death and resurrection” of Jesus.  I am relieved to not have the story interrupted by endless fracturing of the text between various “players”.   This may have been the best, right solution for a musical setting of the story which, as it was, a precursor of the oratorio and opera; a miracle / mystery play of sorts.  Why has it persisted into modern times?

My single greatest objection to this format is simple.  The congregation is relegated to the position of shouting “Crucify him.”   Wait a minute. I did not crucify, Jesus.  I am crucified WITH Jesus. 

The crucifixion is a result of the “happy fault… necessary fault of Adam…..to ransom a slave God gave His Son.” Paul teaches us clearly that by baptism we are one with Jesus in the crucifixion and by baptism gain our place in heaven.   Why do we hold onto to this archaic representation in word and ritual that keeps the People of God the wrong place, denying their baptismal right and holding the blame for crucifying Jesus? 

Of course, in our life, we sin.  We turn away from God’s love. We do not love ourselves, as we should in order to love our neighbor.  We do not live and proclaim the kingdom. However, our sins do not condemn Jesus to die.  Only God the Father could ask Jesus to die;  a death  that could only come of Jesus’ own free will.  This is so  in order to free us from the sin of Adam in the Garden. 

Wouldn't it be a somewhat more genuine approach to have share the banquet and, then as a family, recount the story of our salvation as a story, carefully told as you would share the most tender moments of your family heritage with the children of the household?   

In truth, we sing “Hosanna to the Son of David” throughout this week. It does not end with the reading from the book of Isaiah.  We walk with Jesus  expressing our deepest gratitude for him being one among us and willingly, in a most human moment, saying yes to God the Father for our salvation. This is the reason Jesus came to live as one with us. In this he knew our struggle to say, “Yes.”  We die too with him as do we rise and sit in the highest heaven. "Hosanna in the Highest."