Sermon for Pentecost 16/Proper 19, Year B
St. Philips In The Hills Parish, Tucson, AZ
Vicki Hesse, September 16, 2012
27Jesus went on with his disciples to the villages of Caesarea Philippi; and on the way he asked his disciples, “Who do people say that I am?” 28And they answered him, “John the Baptist; and others, Elijah; and still others, one of the prophets.” 29He asked them, “But who do you say that I am?” Peter answered him, “You are the Messiah.” 30And he sternly ordered them not to tell anyone about him.
31Then he began to teach them that the Son of Man must undergo great suffering, and be rejected by the elders, the chief priests, and the scribes, and be killed, and after three days rise again. 32He said all this quite openly. And Peter took him aside and began to rebuke him. 33But turning and looking at his disciples, he rebuked Peter and said, “Get behind me, Satan! For you are setting your mind not on divine things but on human things.”
34He called the crowd with his disciples, and said to them, “If any want to become my followers, let them deny themselves and take up their cross and follow me. 35For those who want to save their life will lose it, and those who lose their life for my sake, and for the sake of the gospel, will save it. 36For what will it profit them to gain the whole world and forfeit their life? 37Indeed, what can they give in return for their life? 38Those who are ashamed of me and of my words in this adulterous and sinful generation, of them the Son of Man will also be ashamed when he comes in the glory of his Father with the holy angels.”
I speak to you in the name of one God, Father, Son and Holy Spirit. + Amen
Jesus asked them, “But who do YOU say that I am?”
When I thought about that question, I remembered a story
that I heard about two friends, Marion and Sandra.
They were school friends who met on the street one day.
Marion had recently lost her husband, David.
They had been married for about 34 years,
he had had a heart attack and he had died.
About 10 days after he had died, Marion met Sandra along the street.
Sandra was not a close friend but one who was very warm to Marion; they had seen each other occasionally.
When they met, Sandra was filled with remorse because
she had not contacted Marion when she saw David’s obituary.
Sandra was highly apologetic,
“I should have phoned you, I should have come to see you, and
I don’t know why, but I just want to say, I’m sorry, Marion.”
Marion said, “That’s alright, Sandra.
You know, when people die, not everyone knows
what to say to those who are bereft,
so please don’t feel embarrassed about that…
it was a very sudden death. We had not anticipated it.
He had had a massive coronary and it turns out that
if he had lived, he would have had a very restricted existence.
So, because he was such a lively man,
maybe in a way that this is a blessing.
We’ve been upheld by the prayers of the church and
by the people who have come to see us and
we’ll just have to go through the grieving, you can’t go around it.”
Then Marion asked, “How about you, Sandra?”
Sandra said, “Oh, everyone’s fine, Marion, fine, yeah, fine,
all except my father.”
“Oh?” Marion said, “What’s up with your father?”
Sandra said, “Well, he, um, died about 8-9 months ago.”
“Oh!” Marion said, “I never saw the notice of your father’s death
in the newspaper.”
Sandra said, “No, we never put it in – but he died a peaceful death,
he was about 85 and his time was up and he went gladly.”
Then Sandra asked, “Do you remember my father, Marion?”
Marion said, “ Of course I remember your father…
I remember when I would walk down King Street
(a main street in the town) and
I would look into the butcher shop at the cross roads and
there would be your father, when he worked in the shop,
with his pork-pie hat on and a blue and white stripped apron
and his sleeves rolled up and his arms up to the elbows in
mincemeat or kidney or liver or whatever he was working on.
Oh! in fact, I can remember your father
more easily that I can remember my husband David.”
Now here is an odd thing –
a woman’s husband has died 10 days earlier and
she can remember another woman’s father
more easily than she can remember her own husband.
If we had time we could discuss why that might have been the case
and might come up with any number of possibilities –
a guilt associated with the death,
perhaps an argument, or
some reason of a block.
This is actually a more common phenomenon
than we like to admit.
Sometimes when people die, we cannot remember them.
Perhaps the reason was because Sandra’s father was a man
that Marion only knew as the butcher on King Street.
She looked through, as it were, a frame and
saw him at his work.
She had never seen him fishing.
She had never seen him bowling.
She had never seen him in his Masonic Apron
(probably his wife had never seen him in his Masonic Apron, either!).
She had never seen him on vacation,
she had only seen him as this man who worked in a butcher shop.
Now David, her husband, she’d seen him in many guises.
She’d seen him in his army suit.
She’d seen him in his gardening suit because that was his first job.
She’d seen him in his wedding suit,
she’d seen him in his birthday suit,
she’d seen him when he was in deep grief, as when
his younger brother, Tom, died of pneumonia at age 14.
She’d seen him delighted as when it was announced to him
that he had become the father of twin boys.
She’d seen him in so many guises – so what could she focus on?
Sometimes we imagine that the people we know well
are actually the people we know only in one context.
See, the people I know best and that you know best
are those who will have seen us at work and at play
and in different situations –
or full of fun,
full of joy.
And when we see people in a numerous ways, then,
we can say that we know people well.
This is how God knows us and relates to us.
God, through Jesus, has chosen to relate to us person to person,
not as distant, far off objects.
And we will have a fuller understanding
of the one who calls us “friend” if we have in our mind –
and in our experience –
a range of pictures or images or characteristics of that one,
from which we can draw to seek and serve the Christ in one another.
In today’s gospel, Jesus asked his disciples,
“Who do people say that I am?”
and they answered him, with single-frame personalities –
“John the Baptist, Elijah, one of the prophets.”
Jesus re-asked, “but who do YOU say that I am?”
and Peter answered, “You are the Messiah.”
When Jesus taught them the Son of Man
must suffer, be rejected, be killed and
after three days, will rise again – then,
Jesus expanded the frame of who he was.
Peter reacted by rebuking Jesus;
this was not the Jesus he thought he knew so well.
Jesus reacted by rebuking Peter;
he was not accepting this expansive frame.
Jesus said, “You are setting your mind not
on divine things but on human things.”
Jesus rejected Peter’s control,
Peter’s single-minded context of who Jesus was.
Jesus expanded the frame of who he was and
who the discipleswere, too.
Jesus explained that
to be a disciple of his meant this:
“if any want to become my followers
let them deny themselves, take up their cross and follow me.”
Jesus set his mind on divine things and
saw the disciples in an expansive frame,
that they were called to
“take up their cross”
for the cause of God’s kingdom.
Perhaps we can see ourselves in this scene.
Perhaps we know Jesus as the one who
shares communion with us every Sunday
but if we meet Jesus on Monday,
at the corner of River and Campbell begging for food or money,
we don’t know what to say.
We want to rebuke that Jesus –
we have set our mind not on divine things but on human things.
Perhaps we know Jesus as the one who
holds a sheep with a gentle smile,
but when we hear about the Jesus who speaks truth to power
by saying, “get behind me, Satan!”
we cringe, close our ears and don’t know what to say.
This is not the Jesus who fits into a nice, neat frame.
Like Marion who knew Sandra’s father just as the “butcher”
with the pork-pie hat and striped apron,
we sometimes see Jesus only in one frame –
as the one “up there,” the one distant from us.
Or is he only that?
In today’s gospel,
Jesus told the disciples about
God’s faithfulness to redeem all of creation.
He told them what it meant that he was the Messiah.
He refused to be boxed-in.
He told them how it was necessary
to be rejected, to die and that then he will rise again.
Jesus told them that through him, all of humanity –
even those in the isolated region of Caesarea Philippi –
all of humanity, will be redeemed – that is,
liberated, healed and saved –
that all of humanity will know God’s love.
In the question, “But who do YOU say that I am?”
Jesus freely invited his disciples to expand their frame –
to follow him in the same manner,
to have their own experience of God’s gracious love.
God, through Jesus, revealed a
deep, vulnerable, and intimate everlasting love
for all of humanity.
In this question, “But who do YOU say that I am?”
Jesus freely invites usto expand our frame and
to follow him in the same manner,
to have our own experience of God’s gracious love.
In this question, Jesus invites us to “set our mind… on divine things.”
In this question, Jesus reveals God’s steadfast love of you and of me.
Jesus expands the frame of who we are, as his disciples, too.
Each time we look deeply into the eyes of our sisters and brothers;
each time we suffer, are rejected and some part of us dies;
each time we share ourselves deeply;
we increase our capacity to know who Jesus is -
We broaden the frame of Jesus and of ourselves.
We are transformed when we follow as a disciple
in the footsteps of the one who calls us friend.
And each time, we can recognize
how God is alive and faithful and present with us in
our own suffering, our sacrifices and our deaths.
This is where Jesus reveals, again,
God’s unwavering love for us and
is already resurrecting new hope in our lives.
Jesus asks me, today, and you, today, “Who do YOU say that I am?”
When you answer this question,
know that you are a disciple of him who refuses to be boxed in,
who offered himself to God’s will and
who reveals God’s deep, abiding love.
When you answer this question, think of who God says that you are:
Know you are loved.