Palm Sunday, April 1, 2012
Mark 11:1-11
This is the week we call Holy, the week preceding Easter. The events of Holy Week commemorate the last week of Jesus' life. Today is Palm Sunday, which many consider a "little Easter," or as I used to think of it, "dress rehearsal" (because my sister and I would put on our Easter dresses and break-in our new shoes on Palm Sunday). Palm Sunday is the day that Jesus entered Jerusalem on a donkey colt, while crowds waved palm branches and shouted "Hosanna!"
If we ignore the events of the rest of the week, we might think that Jesus moved from a "little Easter," to a "big Easter," from dress rehearsal to the big production number, from glory to glory. But it wasn't like that at all. The events of Holy Week were the original "Arab Spring." The Palm Sunday procession itself mocked the triumphal procession of the Roman governor and his guard, through the opposite gate of Jerusalem. It was a dangerous political demonstration.
Crowds were pouring in to Jerusalem to celebrate the Passover, which commemorates the foundational event for the nation of Israel. It declares that God heard the cries of the people when they were slaves in Egypt, that God led them out by a mighty hand, and gave them the land of Israel, a good and broad land, a land flowing with milk and honey.
Now remember the context of this particular Passover: Occupied Jerusalem. Jerusalem under the rule of the Caesar, a self-proclaimed Son of a god. A Jerusalem with a puppet king, selected, appointed, and protected by the powers that be in Rome.
Imagine celebrating Bastille Day in occupied Paris. Imagine celebrating the 4th of July in occupied Washington, DC. This is the context of Jesus entry into Jerusalem.
It was a demonstration of the Kingdom of God v. the Empire of Rome. It was a proclamation that the Lord God is King of Israel, and that the only one worthy of the throne is the one who comes in the name of the Lord. “Hosanna” is the shout of praise from the coronation psalms of King David. The crowds were proclaiming a Jesus king.
But Jesus was modeling a very different kind of kingship. While the Roman Governor, Pontius Pilate, was riding in on a war horse, with his armed guard marching with him (O the sound of the trampling warriors!) making a show of force, Jesus was making a show of peace. Here comes your king. Humble and riding on a donkey. Not with force of armaments, not with sword and shield, but with a force of palm-branch waving peasants.
The next day, Jesus led a demonstration at the temple, a symbolic protest of the unholy alliance of market economics, the empire and religion. It is commonly known as the clearing of the temple. It might have been called Occupy Jerusalem.
On Thursday, Jesus celebrated the Passover with his disciples. After supper, while he and his disciples prayed, Jesus was betrayed by one of his own; he was arrested, tortured, and summarily executed the next day, which is a day ironically called "Good Friday."
Jesus didn't move from the little glory of Palm Sunday to the greater glory of Easter. No, the week we call Holy was, for Jesus and his disciples, hellish. It was "that lonesome valley" of the old spiritual. But in that very experience of suffering, people of faith through the ages have found hope for salvation.
How can this be? I suppose it is because real life doesn’t move from glory to glory. When I was a child, there was a popular evangelist whose trademark truism was “Every day, in every way, it’s going to get better and better.” That may have sounded true in the suburbs. But, that must have rang hollow for people who were marching for the right to vote in Mississippi, or for people who were striking for decent working conditions in the farm fields of Texas and California, or for people who were watching children die in Viet Nam. No, for a lot of people Every day in every way life’s going to get better and better was just a bald-faced lie. These were people of the lonesome valley.
It may seem as if our nation has never been more divided, never more lost, never less hopeful. When I learned of the murder of Trayvon Martin, I couldn't help but think of the lynching of Emmett Till (1955) and wonder, "Have we learned nothing?" Emmett Till's murderers were tried and acquitted. Trayvon Martin’s killer has not been arrested. The powers that were in Mississippi in 1955 and the powers that be in Florida in 2012 both seem to believe that being in the wrong place at the wrong time is reason enough to kill a black man. Where is the justice for the bereaved mothers and fathers? Where is the mercy for Emmett and Trayvon?
Where was the justice in Jerusalem for Jesus?
In our United Church of Christ statement of faith, one of the most meaningful lines for me is “In Jesus Christ, the man of Nazareth, God has come to us, and shared our common lot.” That means there is nothing we experience that God has not experienced. God knows what it’s like to be despised because of his race; Jesus, the Galillean half-breed, was despised. God knows what it’s like to be beaten and tortured; Jesus was beaten and tortured. God knows what it’s like to cry for mercy and find none; Jesus cried out on the cross. And God knows what it’s like to be killed; Jesus was killed.
The suffering of Jesus sanctifies all suffering. Through the Jesus story, God takes human suffering and makes it holy. Through the Jesus story, the endurance of suffering becomes a spiritual virtue, which redeems our past, and gives us hope for the future. Because suffering was not the end of the story.
Maybe we are in that lonesome valley as a nation. But I must believe that this is one lonesome valley with a promise of glory at the end. Because that is the story of Jesus. That is the story of God in this world. It is a story of a little glory, and a lot of suffering, and in the end, a greater glory than we could ever ask or imagine. But that’s a story for next week.
I pray that good will come out of evil, that justice will prevail. I believe that we shall see the goodness of the Lord, and the goodness of God’s creation, in the land of the living. So be it. Amen.
