SERMON NOTES FOR PALM SUNDAY 2010
I have never been fond of roller coaster rides. The slow chug up to the top, looking out at the crowds and the amusement park below, the hesitation as the car reaches the top, the fear that wells up as you realize what is about to happen, the sudden swoosh as the car leaps over the peak and hurls you straight down at the ground, the dizzying whirls and loops as your stomach leaps up into your chest. All these are things I can live without.
Well, if you don’t like roller coaster rides, then Palm Sunday may not be your favorite day at church – because this liturgy is like nothing so much as a huge, dizzying roller coaster ride, hurling us from jubilant high to stomach-churning low with barely a pause for breath.
It is a day of polar extremes – from the beginning of joy and jubilation, as we hail Jesus as our king and shout Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord! Hosanna in the highest! – to the dizzying drop into darkness and sorrow as we watch Jesus die, slowly and painfully, on the cross. This is a day so bipolar that we have to give it two names: the official name of this day is Palm Sunday/Passion Sunday.
And if you want to ask, why is the Palm Sunday/Passion Sunday liturgy so strange, why couldn’t they adopt one theme – either Palm or Passion – and stick with it in an intelligent and rational manner – there are several excellent practical answers -- the foremost being the fact that you truly cannot experience Easter as a day of resurrection, unless you have also experienced the death that preceded resurrection. You can’t have Easter without Good Friday. If you try, you will end up with a lovely spring celebration that involves pastel colors and eggs and bunnies and visits from grandma, but you will not have Easter. And since many people will not or cannot worship on Good Friday, our calendar is set up so that we all experience some of Good Friday today.
Fair enough–but I think there is more to this roller-coaster day than that.
I think that this crazy swirl of emotions we experience today is very close to what the disciples experienced that last week in Jerusalem. One day they were parading in triumph through the streets, watching their leader hailed as King of the Jews. The next they were watching that same leader provoke the authorities with acts of defiance like driving money-changers out of the temple that were sure to get anyone killed who tried it. And a few days later they were hiding in terror as that leader died on the cross. A roller-coaster week indeed.
And when I read the gospels, I think Jesus intentionally set it up this way – he meant for this to be a week of extremes, veering from high to low in seconds flat. I think Jesus set this whole thing up knowing that it would come out exactly as it did.
To give you some context, Marcus Borg, John Dominic Crossan, in their book “The Last Week,” describe two processions arriving in Jerusalem that day. From the west arrives a column of Roman soldiers, Pontius Pilate at their head; though they live and prefer to stay in Caesarea Maritima, the new Roman capital of Judea on the coast 60 miles to the west, once a year at Passover, they make the journey to Jerusalem. They make this trip not out of any reverence for the Jewish festival, but in order to keep an eye on the population and the 200,000 pilgrims who swell a town of 40,000 to celebrate the Jews’ deliverance from an earlier empire that held them as slaves – and to squelch any trouble that might arise.
So imagine the Roman procession, say Borg & Crossan: “a visual panoply of imperial power: cavalry on horses, foot soldiers, leather armor, helmets, weapons, banners, golden eagles mounted on poles, sun glinting on metal and gold. Sounds: the marching of feet, the creaking of leather, the clinking of bridles, the beating of drums. The swirling of dust. The eyes of the silent onlookers, some curious, some awed, some resentful.” The Roman procession demonstrates not only Rome’s power, but also Rome’s theology: Caesar was called Son of God, Lord, Savior – he was considered divine.
On the other end of town, from the east, an entirely different kind of procession is occurring, almost a parody of the first, certainly as a challenge. A ragged prophet from a no-account town in the northern countryside, a man with no profession and no home, has found a donkey – a donkey! – to ride into Jerusalem. His ragged crowd of followers follow him, shouting and proclaiming him king, and curious onlookers who are avoiding the Roman procession on the other end of town flood into the streets to join in the mayhem – not necessarily understanding what the fuss was about or even knowing about Jesus and his mission, but enjoying the insult to Rome.
If you ask why a donkey, which contrasts so pitifully with the grand horses of the Roman army, the answer goes back to the prophet Zechariah, who had said that one day Jerusalem’s king of peace would come, riding a donkey. Jesus has chosen this mode of entry to not only proclaim himself king, a king of peace, but also deliberately to set up a contrast and a challenge to Rome – another bipolar extreme on this day of extremes. He does this knowing that Rome’s answer will be swift, unhesitating & brutal; knowing that the fate of anyone who challenged Rome was slow death on a cross.
Jesus knows that the week that begins with joy and jubilation, as people elevate him with the lofty title of “king of the Jews”, will end in crashing despair, as he is crucified for that same offense – claiming to be king of the Jews, challenging the power of Rome.
Luke, our gospel writer, of all the four gospel writers the one who writes most from the heart, catalogs the emotions of the week with precision: the shouting; the exultation so fierce that the very stones might cry out; the betrayal; the arrest in the garden; the armed defense that Jesus stops by healing the ear of the servant; the denial and then the bitter weeping of Peter; the release of an insurgent terrorist while the king of peace is put to death; the weeping of the daughters of Jerusalem; the crucifixion; the prayer, “Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing”; the soldiers mocking him from the foot of the cross while the women who love him watch from afar. The darkness. The death.
It is a roller coaster ride from jubilation to agony, this Palm/Passion Sunday. And why would Jesus set us up for this? Why take us on this ride, why go to Jerusalem at all, why not hide out till all the fuss blows over and live to minister another day? Why come riding into Jerusalem in a way guaranteed to get him killed? Why do we celebrate this colossal disaster in this liturgy of Palm Sunday/Passion Sunday?
I think the answer, for us, lies in the fact that we call this worship a “liturgy.” Liturgy is not just a word that means “ritual” or “ceremony.” It is a word that means “the work of the people” – literally, a liturgy is something that we create together as community, with song, prayer, and communion. And when we understand what we are doing as not just a ritual but a liturgy, the work of all of us, we can begin to understand that, like the crowds in Jerusalem who one day shouted Hosanna and acclaimed Jesus their king, and days later shouted out for him to be crucified, we are not innocent bystanders. We are the same people shouting Hosanna and Crucify him. As Fleming Rutledge says, “the liturgy of Palm Sunday is set up to show you how you can say one thing one minute and its opposite the next. This is the nature of the sinful human being.” It’s the nature of each one of us. The extremes are in us. We are the disciples who sit at his feet and listen to his teaching and try our best to go out into the world and live as he has taught us. And we are also the disciples who sometimes betray him, sometimes deny him, sometimes cry out for his crucifixion - and then go out and weep bitterly when we realize what we have done.
On the cross we see Jesus identifying with the innocent victims of the world, those put to death, those mired in poverty, those stuck in hopelessness, homelessness, or despair, those who are stressed beyond the breaking point, those who are grieved even unto death, those who know that they are called to do something almost too painful to bear, those who watch as their loved ones suffer, those who have lost their way and those who have nothing left. On the cross Jesus takes on their burden.
And yet on the cross Jesus takes on another burden too. It is not only the suffering victims Jesus identifies with on the cross, it is other extreme too: the torturers and the perpetrators, the arrogant and the guilty. When Jesus says, “Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they do,” he is identifying not only with those who suffer but with those who cause their suffering. And as we shout the words Hosanna and Crucify him, we recognize that we are both of these things – the victims who need to be rescued, and the sinners who are causing their suffering – as Rutledge says: “he makes himself one, not only with my pain but with my sin–because I myself, and you yourselves, and all of us ourselves, are sometimes victims of others and sometimes torturers of others and sometimes both, and when we recognize this we are, as Jesus says to the scribe, ‘not far from the kingdom.’”
Here we are, on this dizzying roller coaster of a day, hovering on the brink of disaster, careening madly downhill towards Good Friday. In this whirling, spinning, stomach-churning world, there is one point of stillness: the Son of God is motionless, suspended on the cross. To all our words of “Hosanna” and “Crucify him,” he responds with only one word: love.