September 13th Sermon by The Reverend Loree Reed

Matthew 18: 21–35
May the words of my mouth and the meditations of our hearts be acceptable in your sight, O Lord our strength and our redeemer. Amen

Every year, the anniversary of 9/11 allows me to reflect on where we are as a nation. Maybe that’s something you do, too. And last Friday on the 19th anniversary, I expected we would observe the day pretty much as we have in years past – with a solemn recitation of names of those who died at each site, read out by family members and punctuated by bells – all to remember a day that brought us together as a nation, and changed our way of life forever.
Certainly, September 11, 2001 did that for most of us. We all, still, remember where we were the moment we first heard and saw those planes crashing into the twin towers. We all learned to appreciate the first responders who courageously rushed toward the danger to save others – rather than away from it to save themselves. And I think we all remember the days of holy awe that followed – all over the world – as people flocked into churches to pray, trying to make sense of what had just happened, asking God for light in those dark days. So yes, 9/11 is a day we will never forget.
But this year there was no way we could commemorate the day exactly as we have in the past. This year the threat of corona virus has forced us to avoid large gatherings of people – especially in churches, where in other years we have held memorial services. Instead, it’s the corona virus itself that has changed our perception of things, our view of ourselves. Just like the events of 9/11, it has made us aware of our own vulnerabilities. It has made us grateful for the first responders – this time the nurses, doctors and EMS technicians who’ve courageously come forward to help. But it has also highlighted the plight of the poor among us, who have suffered the worst casualties in this pandemic. Suddenly, those of us who have adequate food, shelter and healthcare are aware that many of our neighbors do not.
And, of course, this year it isn’t just the pandemic that has seized our national attention. That eight–minute, forty–six second film of one man snuffing out the life of another caught everyone’s attention. Suddenly we all understood the cries for justice and mercy around us. Maybe, just maybe we’ve all begun to realize that something has to change . . . and the change might have to begin in us.
In fact, what we’ve experienced is the same kind of sudden reversal Jesus was always pulling on his disciples. “Jesus,” the disciples cry, “dismiss this crowd so they can go off to some nearby village and find something to eat.”  “No, you give them something to eat,” Jesus replies. And then proceeds to show them how it is done.
Or, on a day when the disciples are shooing children away from Jesus as he teaches, he says, “Hey! Leave those kids alone! They’re the Kingdom’s pride and joy! In fact, unless you accept God’s Kingdom in their kind of simplicity, you’re the ones who will never get in.” (Luke, 18:15–17, paraphrased.)
So this morning, maybe you’re not surprised to hear Jesus at it again, turning the tables on someone. And this time it’s Peter on the receiving end. Peter has been listening to Jesus describe the surprising ways God looks at things – where the little, the least and the lost are favored ahead of the rich and privileged. And probably in an effort to show Jesus that he’s understood the lesson, he asks, “Jesus? How many times do I forgive a brother or sister who hurts me? Maybe seven?” And in this he’s no doubt thinking that’s a pretty good offer, since in those days even the strictest rabbis taught that forgiving someone — as many as three times — was a generous plenty.
But Jesus isn’t interested in putting a limit on forgiveness. It’s a free and joyful way of life he’s teaching, not a grudging way of limits. So he responds to Peter using a figure of speech everyone in those days recognized, because it comes straight out of one of the foundational stories of the Hebrew scriptures. He quotes Lemech, a descendent of the murderer Cain. Lemech, a tribesman who lived by blood revenge, boasts that he plans to avenge wrongdoing with unlimited violence. In a passage from Genesis that scholars call the “Song of Swords” Lemech sings, “If Cain is avenged seven–fold, truly Lemech seventy–seven fold.” That phrase “seventy–seven fold” is used only once in the Old Testament – to describe Lemech’s violent way of life. But here in Matthew, Jesus uses the phrase to shock Peter, to remind him that a life of violent retribution is not the kind of life Jesus has called him to.
Instead, Jesus is calling Peter – and by extension all of us — into lives of unlimited mercy and forgiveness. He’s reminding us that love and forgiveness have their own power, especially when we invite God into the transaction. Whether the injury has been done to us or to someone close to us, we’re to let it go – and with it our pride, our injured dignity, our sense of entitlement. And when we do — out of the tragedy, out of the sacrifice — God restores the harmony. He brings transformation.
Now you might think it’s a bit of a stretch to apply these lessons to situations as varied as 9/11, the Covid pandemic, police brutality and people’s indifference to the plight of the poor. But the more I thought about it, the more I saw that any act of violence, any trauma, any careless cruelty has a way of destroying the precious web of relationship that holds us all together. Conversely, any act of mercy, any gesture of kindness, any word of forgiveness begins to reconnect us . . . to each other . . . and to God.
So the choice is ours. We can go the way of Lemech, endlessly wreaking vengeance all around us for any wrong we think has been done to us. Or we can follow a way of forgiveness – and become the peacemakers this world so desperately needs.
Amen

 
 
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