The Tragedy of Palm Sunday

The Tragedy of GOOD FRIDAY

This coming weekend hundreds of millions of Christians around the world will celebrate Good Friday, that pivotal event when Jesus of Nazareth entered Jerusalem, being welcomed by cheering crowds as their Messiah. In tens of thousands of churches of most Christian denominations there will be hymns of triumph, children waving small palm branches (made in Sunday school of paper, or purchased for the occasion). It will definitely be a happy time and well attended, a great start to the traditional Holy Week which will, of course, end in Easter Sunday. This week holds the entire basis and reason for Christianity. Get this wrong and it’s a farce. That’s what we’re doing. Tragedy number one.
To help get it right let’s look at the event historically and with the knowledge and brains that we have been given. Jerusalem is a fortified city.
The Romans rule, have ruled in fact for about fifty years and have had a military presence for twenty years. The largest building inside the city is the Fortress Antonia, located just inside of and controlling the main gates. Next to the Fortress is the Temple - directly next to it, sharing a wall even. You can look down from the fortress wall directly into the temple grounds. There is a legion of soldiers stationed in the Roman fortress, one thousand of the best.
Since King Herod died, the land has been ruled by a governor appointed directly by Rome. This small land is so strategically located that its rule cannot be in any doubt. It’s present ruler is Pontius Pilate, one of Rome’s most able (read ruthless and cruel) administrators. He has been there for several years. Several years before this over three thousand unarmed men, women and children were massacred in front of the Temple when they came to peacefully demonstrate against the Standards of the Roman Legion that had been erected within the holy Temple grounds.
There are three ways to view the event that is celebrated on Palm Sunday. One, it is entirely a fabricated tale. Two, it was such a small and insignificant event that the Romans never even noticed it, just a few scragglers from out of town doing some shouting as they joined the others who were coming in for Passover celebrations. Three, it was a very large event indeed, one which the Romans chose not to challenge immediately. I believe the third is the truth.
The city of Jerusalem had a live-in population of about fourty thousand. At Passover, the population swelled to four or five times that, most of the people camping out in the surrounding hills. From all over the eastern Mediterranean Jews came, if they were able, to celebrate this most holy festival in the Holy City. A city that belonged only to God. A city sworn to pay no tribute to any other god. A city who now paid taxes to a tyrant in Rome who claimed to be a god. (It said so right on the Roman coins. To say, “Hail Caesar!” was indeed a statement of belief and worship.)
Revolution was not just a political choice or option. For the religious it was a necessity. For many and perhaps most of the Jews, it was just a matter of time before the Romans were thrown out. And also the matter of having a Messiah. There had to be one who was called by God to lead. One who was recognized as chosen.(the title ‘Messiah’ means ‘Anointed by God’) They would wait until there arose such a person, otherwise their efforts would be in vain. When he was found, they would follow him against the hated Romans, against all odds, knowing Yahweh would be with them.
But at the moment the odds WERE with them. There were only one thousand Romans soldiers, mainly hiding within the fortress walls. They were hardened and capable soldiers, but were not suicidal enough to come out and mingle with crowds that were so antagonistic, where there could be a sword or dagger under any robe.
And here was Jesus of Nazareth! Nobody had excited the people as much! He spoke out against the wealthy and proclaimed a kingdom of justice and love. There was healing and understanding of God’s Way. Surely he was the longed for Messiah!
At least twice before people had tried to get Jesus to declare himself to be the Messiah. He had roundly refused. When Peter had named him as the Messiah, Jesus had told him in the rudest New Testament language we have (cleaned up in translation) to shut up and never say it again. Yet his followers persisted. The people persisted. They simply could not evision God acting in any other way. The Romans must go. God would act by enabling a just and loving king (Messiah) to rule, a Son of David, a true Son of God, whose kingdom would dominate and bring good times to the People of God.
Try as he did, Jesus just could not make them understand that God’s WAY was not the way the people wanted. He had simply done all he could to make them see. He had failed. His closest, his disciples, argued among themselves who would have the most power, sit at his right hand, when Jesus came to the throne. Since they refused to understand his words, maybe they would understand if he showed them. How to show them? Become the Messiah and then reject it! That’s what he did.
Jesus allowed his followers to literally take over the city. Everything was planned out. It was not a secret. He WAS welcomed into the Holy City as the Messiah. In the traditional way, obvious to all. Especially, the Romans, who looked directly down on the procession from the Fortress Antonia. So, yes, there were crowds of people. They ARE cheering. Everyone is happy. But look closely at Jesus. Does he have his arms raised high? Is he beaming? Does he look victorious? You know he doesn’t. He isn’t. There are tears in his eyes. He knows what is to come. He knows what must lie ahead, what must happen before the people can begin to understand God’s WAY. Why couldn’t they be more aware? Why does this have to be part of his awareness? But the decision had been made, in Garden the night before. He knew that this was the only way. That is ministry would be meaningless if this wasn’t played out to the last. The die was cast. Here he was, gaining the throne of violence in order to reject it. So be it. Abba, thy will be done.
He entered the city gates, went to the Temple and literally closed it down, calling the High Priest a theif in the process. (The Roman Governor appointed the High Priest to the highest bidder - he and his family were Roman stuges.) The Romans fearfully waited behind their walls, wondering how long it would be before they would have to make a break for it. They were certainly too outnumbered to make a stand or to go on the offensive. For the time being, they would wait and hope for the best. These crazy Jews - You never know what is going to happen!
The the unexpected DID happen. That night, when he had the city in the palm of his hand, after sharing the traditional Passover meal with his disciples, Jesus just up and left the city! In doing so he rejected the palace, the crown, the way of the Messiah. He went back to his camp in the hills. To a place that was unprotected and easily accessible to a Roman commando raid a short time later.
What comes later is for later. What is for now is hopefully, an understanding of how the followers of Jesus saw what they wanted to see, how they ignored the message of Jesus and re-made him to suite themselves, how their blindness and stupidity killed him. That was tragedy enough. But we do the same. Even though we now have not only the words of Jesus, we have the lessons of his DOING, we repeat, again and again, the mistakes of those blind and stupid people. We turn Palm Sunday into a time of triumph and celebration. We dress up in our best, drive to church in our cars and SUVs, ignore what Jesus said and did and are content and even proud to claim him as our own. Be believe. And continue to support the ways of power, privilege and violence that enables us to live the way we are. Jesus is on our side. He MUST be. We simply cannot comprehend any other way.
What a tragedy! For us and for all the world. What needless waste of our lives of of the lives of others, now and for many tomorrows. That we should cling to our lies and yet claim to follow one who has so plainly shown us the WAY!
So, to all of those who are having (or had) a great Palm Sunday, I hope your good times make up just a little for the sorrow of Christ, the sorrow that his followers then and now are perpetuating and causing throughout the world.
Just once in while, though, take a moment to question your life, comparing it to the life of Christ. Look at Jesus. He is still weeping.

Our Three Temptations - And Christ's

The THREE TEMPTATIONS OF CHRIST - AND US

I am visiting dear friends in Prince George. Yesterday was the first Sunday in Lent and we attended mass at their neighbourhood Catholic church. Without going into detail I am pleased to share that the experience was a good one. I was certainly uplifted in general but then again, I was not challenged.

The main text was the story of Jesus going into the desert after his baptism where he was tempted three times: Firstly, to make bread from rocks; Secondly, to fling himself from the top of the temple wall in Jerusalem in the knowledge that God would save him, and Thirdly, that all the kingdoms of the world would be under his power if he would but worship the Devil.
The priest did a usual ho-hum talk about how we need to lead good lives of moderation and belief. He missed a great chance to proclaim God’s Word for our time.

Here we are, looking forward to the substance and centre of the Christian belief. Lent is the best chance to re-discover and claim for our own the message that has changed the lives of so many. In the hope of entering into the story for ourselves, that we might understand it, let’s take a closer look.

The setting of the text couldn’t be more clear. Jesus has just been baptized, making the first hard choice toward faithfulness. He has declared publically what he was leaving and to what he was going. Baptism then was a sign and symbol of repentance, of the decision to lead a new life that was directed to and by God’s challenging love and justice.

After this decision came a time of testing. This is always the way. The hardest steps are the first ones. The greatest temptations are met at the start of any journey. One never realizes the challenges of change until the first steps are taken. As it still is today, choosing to follow the way of God for Jesus went against the things and assumptions that popular knowledge held to be true. The three temptations of Christ were symbolized these three precisely.

What are the three things we wish for? Ask anyone, now or then. The answers are the same: wealth, fame and power. Isn’t this what we assume will make us happy? Isn’t that what the commercials tells us? Isn’t that the basis of our decisions regarding our vocations and future, our savings and career choices? Aren’t these three the objects of most of what rules our present society? There is no doubt. Although these three objectives may not have the same power in Jesus’ time, they were as real in their coercive tempting then as they are now.

Books could be written about each one, about how we rationalize our daily surrender to these temptations, as a culture, nation, church and as individuals. What could be wrong with wealth? Couldn’t we then use it for the cause of GOOD? Couldn’t my loved ones use some more stuff? And why not be famous? Wouldn’t that enable us to be more affective for GOOD? And of course we could use a little more power! We would be more affective in doing good for everybody/family/church/country/ (add what ever you want). What seductive arguments, each with just enough truth to seduce.

Jesus certainly became famous in his small place. He even had influence and power. But there is absolutely no doubt that he did not seek any of the three for their own sakes. They may have been granted him by others. But he always gave them away, the same as he gave wealth away. He reserved his harshest criticism for his followers who tried to increase their popularity and/or power.

He was not only spiritually wise, he was smart. He knew and tried to tell/show his followers how destructive, unhealthy and unloving a life would be if based on any of these desires. To be part of God, to claim ‘heirship’ as a child of God, to seek for growth, to become healthy, wise or happy, how ever we think of things, we must react to the temptations as did Jesus of Nazareth. We simply cannot change, cannot grow, cannot be happy, cannot help the world or others, unless we categorically reject wealth, fame and power.

And thereby, paradoxically, we will find true wealth, recognition and true power. This is not just pie-in-the-sky stuff, but real, identifiable, measurable and an irrefutable fact. But you have to ask the questions. You (we) have to recognize the dozens of ways we are tempted by assumptions and systems that surround us. Wouldn’t it be great if it were as easy for us as in the gospel story, to be led into the desert and to have the Devil tempt us, to have it over in a mere fourty days?. All we would have to do is say NO three times and that would be that. But no such luck. We have been blessed/cursed by living in a culture that has been so ruled by the forces of POWER, WEALTH AND FAME that we don’t even recognize them as temptations. For us they are merely the facts of life. We will always be tempted. We have to say NO many times.

In the Christian traditions we have six weeks to choose our baptisms as our own, again, to choose again to be faithful to God’s Call, to see clearly enough to recognize the tempting forces that will stop us right where we are if we let them. What a temptation, to continue as we are, seeking wealth, fame and power, and still believe in our spare time. We can root for Jesus and cheer him as he goes into his ministry. We can vote for him and urge him to go on to Jerusalem. We might even accompany him from time to time. But go in with him? No Way! We’ll be quite all right believing in Him and living in the “real” world.

If we don’t believe in any faith, we can do the same, remaining in the mainstream of our society but believing that there really is a better way, but not caring enough about ourself or anything else to stop long enough to take a better way seriously.

But in the doing, we’ll not grow, not learn, not risk, remain as unhappy and dissatisfied with life as ever. The world and all around us will get worse and so will we and our loved ones.
Don’t put it off another year. Let this Lent become a time you will never forget, the time you chose to take seriously what you have theoretically agreed with for so long. If you don’t care about Lent, think of it as a good thing to do as Spring approaches. A step toward new life. For just once, allow what you really know and believe to dictate what you do, how you live, how you spend, who you talk to, what you see and what you say. Start to live in love and not fear.