Tuesday, March 31, 2015
In the afternoon on Palm Sunday I found myself in the pew of a church I’d never been to, surrounded mostly by people I had never met before. As a pastor, I had already worshipped three times that weekend with my own congregation. It had also been a long weekend of celebrating and re-celebrating the birthdays of my husband and son. Back at home, I still had out of town guests waiting in a house that I knew was a mess.
In this worship service I had no responsibilities.
I did not have to do anything.
I did not have to be there.
My own long list of unfinished to-do’s for the coming week still hung in the air.
It was a foolish use of my time.
And then the benediction came:
And may God bless you with enough foolishness
to believe that you can make a difference in this world,
so that you can do what others claim cannot be done.
We live in a culture that demands that things make sense:
Love those who love you.
Act out of self-interest.
Consider the cost.
And in the face of all of that, here comes the foolishness of Holy Week.
God made flesh, simply for love’s sake, ready to give everything for a world that will reject him.
A friend who welcomes all to the table--especially the ones who do not deserve to be there.
A king who seeks to serve, getting on his knees like a slave.
God’s Son convicted and executed as a criminal.
A victory that comes only through the most crushing of defeats.
New life born from the tomb.
Messengers greeting failed disciples with words of forgiveness, not judgment.
These are foolish things that we do:
But considering the foolish ways of God, we cannot be any other way.