After the Palms
Two weeks ago
was Palm Sunday, the Sunday before Easter.
It was the celebration of the triumphant entry of
Jesus
into Jerusalem.
Riding upon a donkey,
Modest, noble, glowing,
A carpet of palm fronds, straw and flowers
Were laid before him.
His triumphant progress was hailed by
The waving palms above his head.
He brought hope.
He received reverence.
This was to be but the beginning
Of a future never ending.
Jesus’ short ministry
had inspired thousands and now he was entering the center of the Jewish world,
the navel of the universe, to proclaim his "Good News".
Palm Sunday was the celebration of
Jesus, the human being. Jesus, the human being, was not a Christian – only
the resurrected Jesus is truly and solely a Christian. The human
Jesus was unabashedly Jewish. Like Paul, who insisted that he was a "Hebrew born of Hebrews and
as to the law, faultless" Jesus’
ministry was to Jews and he was informed by his Jewish heritage.
Jesus did not seek to rebel from his Jewish tradition. Like all Jews, he celebrated the
Passover, and like all Jews he sought to celebrate it in the capital city of
Jewish culture, Jerusalem. Palm Sunday was the culmination of
his journey. At the table when Jesus
sat down to celebrate the Passover Seder with his disciples was the lamb shank,
the egg, the salt water and greens, the bitter herb and the charoset, each
representing an important theme in the recounting of the story of the
emancipation of the Jews from Egyptian bondage a thousand years before. Laid out before him was the
unleavened bread and the wine. The
Catholic Church has transformed them into the wafer and wine of the communion.
The traditional Unitarian
understanding that Jesus was a human
teacher and not divine would seem to indicate that the Sunday
before Easter,
Palm Sunday, should be considered UU Easter - Palm Sunday - the celebration of the triumphant
entry of Jesus the man, not
Jesus the God, into Jerusalem.
Jesus taught a new
understanding of the way that Jews should live their lives. This was the genius of
Jesus. His view of life was not an
encyclopedia of Jewish wisdom literature but rather an imperative for how to
live responsibly, ethically and religiously. Jesus was not, like Moses,
a lawgiver. He did not chisel out ten phrases that people must obey. Rather, he
provided a perspective on how one should live; a path, a way, a road to personal
salvation.
Personal
salvation was his goal. In this he differed radically with his Jewish tradition.
Jesus’ parables, the Sermon on the Mount and the Beatitudes
were, indeed, new. They represented
a true departure from Jesus’ Jewish
tradition. Personal salvation was
not at all like the Jewish tradition which emphasized the triumph of a group, a
nation, a religion.
Jesus sought to move human beings beyond their personal
self-interest toward the recognition of an ideal society.
If the
expectations of the followers of Jesus
had been met following Palm Sunday there would be no Christianity as we know it.
But what occurred after the triumphant entry of Jesus
on Palm Sunday was not what was anticipated.
His short ministry was celebrated by an even shorter period of triumph. Less than a week later, at the
Passover Seder that Jesus had journeyed
to Jerusalem
to celebrate he was betrayed and then quickly tried by his adversaries and
crucified. The followers of Jesus were
stunned. They pretended not to know
him and did not come to his aid. The
period following was a period of chaos.
The promised land of the
Kingdom
of God seemed no longer
possible.
Today
commemorates the day when, following the betrayal, trial and execution of
Jesus,
Thomas refused to believe that the apparition
that he saw was Jesus until he could
verify it with his own hands.
John 20:24-28
But
Thomas, one of the twelve, called the twin, was not with them
when Jesus came.
The
other disciples said to him, “We have seen the Lord”. But he said to them, “Unless I see in
his hands the print of the nails, and put my finger into the print of the nails,
and thrust my hand into his side, I will not believe.”
And
after eight days, when his disciples, were together again within, and
Thomas
with them, Jesus came and, the doors
being shut, stood in their midst, and said, “Peace be unto you.”
Then
Jesus said to Thomas,
“Reach here your finger, and behold my hands; and reach here your hand, and
thrust it into my side: and be not faithless, but believing.”
Some consider
this Sunday, proclaimed by the Catholic Church to be
St. Thomas’ Day, to be “Skeptic’s Easter” (another UU
Easter?).
If Jesus’
followers had paid better attention to the lesson of the Passover Seder they
might have been better prepared for what occurred.
The defeat of
Pharaoh by Moses and the escape across the Red Sea had also
produced a celebration a thousand years before.
The Israelites then celebrated the immanence of their passage to the
“Promised Land” of “milk and honey”.
Yet soon the former slaves lost faith with their leader.
Rabbi Kushner tells the story this way:
Moses
tried. He climbed up
Mount Sinai to bring down instructions from God in the form of the
Ten Commandments. As he climbed down
the tablets were heavy to the point of being unmanageable but
Moses
found the strength to carry them for he believed that the Israelites were
waiting faithfully, steadfast in their belief that they were the “Chosen
People”, the “Children of God”.
But
as he descended he witnessed the Israelites worshiping a golden calf. The energy drained from his body and
the tablets slipped from his hands as he raised his arms in anger. The dream of
a holy people, obedient to the word of God seemed to have been dashed. So much for gratitude.
Moses
and the Israelites ended up wandering for forty years in the desert wilderness
subsisting on the strange “manna” that could only be harvested at dawn and then
had to last them through the day.
Forty years! They yearned for the
fish and vegetables that they had eaten as slaves. Some promised land!
“Maybe we should have stayed in
Egypt!” So
we see that Jesus’ disciples were not
the first to become discouraged and betray their leader at the first setback. The “Kingdom of God”
like the “Promised Land” seemed to have been an illusion.
Abandoning the road leading to an untried
and uncertain future seemed more reasonable.
When we find ourselves disappointed, in the midst of chaos, trying
something new that seems to be turning sour, we often turn right back around and
seek to return to the tried and true.
In fact, some are so sure that anything new will not work that they
tenaciously hold on to what they know works.
That way they are sure of not failing and being inevitably disappointed.
Like the disappointment experienced by Jesus and his followers after Palm Sunday,
Moses and his followers experienced dismay not victory after
crossing the Red Sea. Yet, that is not the end of the story
for either Jesus and his followers nor
for
Moses and his followers. If it were we would all be
depressingly relegated to the chaos and wilderness of disappointment. The lesson would be “Don’t even try,
it will only end badly.” Alas, that
is not the moral of either story.
The moral is what comes after - after the dream has failed. The moral is that there is, in fact,
a light at the end of the tunnel.
But that light may not be the same as the one that we were originally seeking.
My
cousin, Carol, was a lovely bride.
There is a saying that “all brides are beautiful” and I can tell you,
after having performed a few hundred weddings, that it is true. I don’t know how it happens, but I
have never yet seen a homely, sullen bride.
They are all full of life, full of joy, with anticipation of the new life
that lies before them. Grooms, on
the other hand, are usually nervous and, though joyful, often quite out of sorts
- just so with Carol and Joseph. They couldn’t wait to start a family. They had the dream of a beautiful
suburban house, a couple of children, a dog and, perhaps, a tabby cat. Carol
had been teaching elementary school for several years and loved children. Joe
had graduated college and had found a job with the government. But they just couldn’t seem to get
pregnant. They tried for a year and
then two. They finally sought medical assistance. Then the disappointment turned
to desperation.
After the long period spent in the
wilderness of childlessness they did, in fact, conceive. They were delighted at the news. The joy, the jubilation, their dream
of a loving family, was going to come true after all. At Carol’s
next exam, however, they discovered something unexpected. They discovered that . . . there was
not just one heartbeat! Not just
two. Not just three. Not just four.
There were, in fact, five heartbeats!
Carol was pregnant with quintuplets!
There was, of course, great joy. But mixed with the joy was concern. There was a great deal of concern for
the health of Carol and the babies. Carol
had to stop working much earlier than anticipated and was placed on strict bed
rest for several months before delivery. The infants were, indeed, born
premature, and, although they were all apparently healthy, they were not all
well enough to leave the hospital at the same time. Two of the infants were quite weak
and needed additional care before they could be released. Alas, all five turned out to be
healthy and the dream could now be realized.
But
wait – not the same dream! Five
infants take a great deal more care than one; the two bedroom apartment was not
nearly big enough even now much less as the children grew; the expense of
raising five children is significant.
A new dream and many compromises were required. Fortunately,
Carol and Joe’s
parents were able to help them buy a house that would be adequate for this
growing family. And, since there was
a large extended family in the area, in addition to the grandparents, several
aunts and uncles and cousins agreed to sign up for baby sitting duty on a
regular basis.
Carol
loved teaching but Joe was less than
enthusiastic about his job so it was agreed that Carol
would return to work and Joe would
become a house husband. In the mid
eighties that was something quite novel.
And the
publicity! In the last few decades
quintuplets have become, if not common, at least not a unique event. But, Carol
and Joe’s children were born at the
time when there were only one or two other sets of quintuplets in America! News magazines and women’s magazines,
newspapers and book publishers all wanted pictures, all the time. We have seen the problems that
Paparazzi cause for movie stars and politicians.
The five infants could not live anything approaching a normal life with
photographers and reporters constantly around.
To
preserve a normal life for the “quints” Carol
and Joe made a rule.
Every year on their birthday the “quints” would be made available for pictures
and stories but not at any other time.
The
“quints” have now all graduated college and are beginning their careers and
getting married. They are living
their own private lives.
Carol
and Joe are moving on. They have lived a dream life – not
the one that they had planned on their wedding day – but they couldn’t be
happier.
he
Kingdom of God
that the followers of Jesus sought was
an earthly kingdom.
Rome would not allow such a thing. But, a spiritual kingdom was out of
the power of the Roman or Jewish
establishment to prevent. The matzo
that, at the Seder represented the hurried way that the followers of
Moses
had to leave their homes, was transformed into the communion wafer representing
the crucified body of Jesus. The cup of wine set aside for
Elijah at the Passover Seder became the communion wine
representing the blood that Jesus
spilled on the cross. The land of milk and honey promised by
Moses turned out to be a land already occupied that required a
different leader to conquer, a warrior not a prophet.
The
dreams needed to change, the goals needed to change, the expectations needed to
change in order for the new vision to be fulfilled.
Could the new visions, the spiritual
kingdom of the risen Christ
or the very real hard fought for soil and stone of Jerusalem be inhabited without the earlier visions? Could Peter
and then Paul create the Christian
world view without Jesus? Could Joshua
“fit the battle of Jericho”
without Moses?
You
may not remember, for it is seldom mentioned, that there were, in fact, two sets
of tablets that Moses carried down from Mount Sinai.
The first, carved by God, were smashed
when Moses, carrying them down the
mountain, was shocked to see the Israelites worshiping a golden calf in his
absence.
Moses, disappointed but undaunted, climbed back up the mountain
and, this time in a collaborative effort with God, carved a second set. When, later, an arc was built to
contain these new tablets Moses gathered up the shattered pieces of the first ones and
placed them into the arc as well.
The first vision, though unsuccessful, provided seeds, a learning, a prelude to
the second, more enduring vision.
Similarly, the
disciples of Jesus, although they denied him at the trial, did not abandon him
completely and, in fact, took up and continued his ministry after his
crucifixion. In both cases the original dream might have been shattered. But the pieces were gathered
together, not to make them whole again but as a reminder of the promise and a
lesson that another path is needed.
It has been said that no experience is a bad experience if one learns from it.
Victor Frankl, wrote a book
“Man’s Search for Meaning” after having been captured by the Nazis in World War
II and thrown into Auschwitz. There he witnessed both desperately
defeated and depressed people and others who were able to endure the most brutal
treatment that one person can inflict upon another. He concluded that “Everything can be
taken from a man but the last of human freedoms, the right to choose one’s
attitude in any given set of circumstances.”
Rabbi Harold
Kushner, in his new book, “Overcoming Life’s
Disappointments”, interprets that to mean “what happens to you, no matter how
hurtful or unfair, is ultimately less important than what you do about what
happens to you.” He continues, “When
the real world turns out to be a lot less friendly than we dreamed it would be,
do we give up and settle for what the world is willing to give us without a
struggle? Do we rail against God for
the unfairness of life? Or do we
look deeply into ourselves and only then discover how resilient we are?”
In
this same book, Rabbi Kushner begins with a quote from
Langston Hughes:
“What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?”
Rabbi
Kushner comments: “In these lines, the poet
Langston Hughes
wonders what happens to dreams that don't come true. I wonder what happens to
the dreamer. How do people cope with the realization, that important dimensions
of their lives will not turn out as they hoped they would? . . . Many of us look
at the world and see two groups of people, winners and losers: those who get
what they want out of life and those who don't. But in reality, life is more
complicated than that. Nobody gets everything he or she yearns for. I look at
the world and see three sorts of people: those who dream boldly even as they
realize that a lot of their dreams will not come true; those who dream more
modestly and fear that even their modest dreams may not be realized; and those
who are afraid to dream at all, lest they be disappointed. I would wish for more
people who dreamed boldly and trusted their powers of resilience to see them
through the inevitable disappointments.”
Overcoming
life’s disappointments turns out not to be something that occurs to only us sad
few. Everyone, the world over,
experiences disappointments not just once and not just about minor things. It is, in fact, part of living, part
of being human. It is not our fault,
it is not God’s fault, it is no anyone’s fault that lives turns out differently
than our dreams. It’s just life, in
all its magnificent complexity. As
Victor Frankl
wrote: “Life ultimately means taking the responsibility to find the right answer
to its problems and to fulfill the tasks which it constantly sets for each
individual.”
the
hopes and dreams that the followers of Jesus
entertained as Jesus paraded under the waving palms had to be reoriented. Yet the dreams that he brought,
though changed, were significant and a necessary ingredient for what came after
in the ever flowing events that constitute our living stream.
I have yet to
meet a single person whose life turned out to be what he or she thought it would
become – not necessarily better or worse, just different. We all discover forks in the road
when not actual road blocks. Like
Forest Gump said, "Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're
gonna get." The measure of a person
is, thus, not whether or not they have lived their dreams, but whether they have
lived their life fully even when those dreams turn out to have been different.