Text of the sermon preached on Palm Sunday Year C (March 20, 2016) by the Rev. Katie Hargis at St. Cornelius’ Episcopal Church in Dodge City, KS.
If you’ve spent any length of time in the Episcopal Church, you know the sermon comes after the Gospel reading. But because of the nature of our Gospel reading today, I hope you will allow me to flip that convention around. The Passion Gospel we will read in a few moments has the lyric substance of an epic poem; the depth of one of the works of a Dr. Seuss book. And the emotional weight of the entire book of Psalms. All in the space of an average magazine article. So rather than preaching after we listen to the performance of this momentous work of faith and story-telling, I thought I’d talk with you now, before we listen. I plan, in the next few minutes (don’t worry Jim, I won’t go over my time limit), to give you something of a listening guide: a few keys to listening faithfully, and a few things to listen for.
Before we begin the reading, I invite you — during the silence — to acknowledge all of the things that are clamoring for attention in your mind: going back to school after a week off, the NCAA March Madness basketball tournament games that are happening this
afternoon and how terribly your bracket is busted, the bills that need to be paid, the impending surgery or doctors visit, deadlines at work. Acknowledge each thing and then gently push it aside — breath it away for the time being. Clear a space within — within your mind, within your heart. And invite God to fill that space with the truth of Christ’s Passion.
Also, before we begin reading, just a note for our performance practice today. My stepdad Barth, John, Edna, and Nan will be the narrator, Jesus, Peter, and everyone else. That is, except for the place in the story when Pontius Pilate addresses the crowd. That part is yours. I know many people feel uncomfortable voicing this part. Saying, “Crucify! Crucify him!,” feels like the worst kind of betrayal. Speaking aloud those words always causes a deep sorrow to well up in me, and I bet many of you feel it too.
Even so, I hope you will still ay the words when it comes to your turn. I know they are hard to voice, painful to say aloud, but they are also necessary. Cathartic, even. Saying those words today — “Crucify! Crucify him!” — allows us to give voice to a year’s worth of our own sin, our own willful separations from God, both small and great. In those four words, we identify with the jealous leaders who brought Jess to the Roman officials. We confess our complicity in this sad desire to separate ourselves from the source of grace and healing. We say those words today. We live with them rattling around in the hollowness inside us this week. As they reverberate within, their echo is like a mirror held up to our willful separation. We see ourselves for the lonely, despairing people our choices often make of us. For a week, we live with those words on our lips. Then, a week from today, we replace them with fresh words of praise, with shouts of triumph, with good news about God’s eternal embrace heralded by Christ’s resurrection.
Before we move on to our proclamation of Christ’s Passion, here are a few things I invite you to listen for. First, listen for things you might never have heard in this reading no matter how many times you’ve listened to it. Small things like Jesus’ own non-violence; Simon Peter’s weeping; Judas’ repentance; the warning of Pilate’s wife; the final witness of the Roman centurion.
Second, notice how often Luke, our Gospel writer, puts truth on the lips of those in charge
of Jesus’ execution. When Pilate washes his hands of Jesus’ death, the rioting crowd is essentially saying his blood should be on us and our children. And in a way, it is — not as evidence of murder, but as a cleansing agent, as a way of removing the very sin the rioting crowd is committing. We are “washed in the blood of the lamb.” Notice also the soldiers who hail Jesus as king. They do it in mocking, as a despicable game, but even so they speak the truth. Notice finally, the words of the chief priests as jesus hangs from the cross, also said in cruel jest. These words include, “He trusts in God.” This trust is independent of their desire for corroboration of that trust. This trust is Jesus’ own brand, which goes well beyond saving his broken body and finds its home on the other side of Easter.
After you empty yourself to allow God to fill you with the witness of Christ’s passion, and while you are listening for those small details Luke gives us, I invite you to enter the story yourself. Taste the tang of fear in the air. Feel the crush of bodies clamoring for blood. Listen to the jeers. See Jesus standing silently, absorbing the cruelty of the world in order to bring it with him to the cross in order for its power to die.
And as you stand with Jesus’ enemies, hear them speak the truth unbeknownst to themselves. Allow that ironic truth to well up within you. And believe. set your heart on the one who went willingly to torture and death. Set your heart on the one who suffered for us. Set your heart on the one who died on the cross. Because he has set his heart on you.