Who
Cares?
sermon based on Matthew 25:31-46
By Dr. David Rogne
When
Vince Lombardi, the eminently successful professional football coach
in the 1960s, was asked how he produced winning teams, he declared
that any group of naturally-endowed football athletes could win more
games than they lost if they concentrated on the "little things" of
the game, the fundamentals. After a close game won by his Green Bay
Packers, Lombardi called a special session for Monday morning
because he felt his players were losing sight of the small details
that guarantee victory. Appearing before his players, he held a
football above his head and announced: "Men, we need to review the
basics of the game. This is a football." Max McGee, so the story
goes, drawled, "That's a little fast, coach. Go over that again."
In the
passage we read from the Gospel according to Matthew this morning,
Jesus has gathered his team, his disciples, around him for one of
the last teaching sessions of his career. Throughout his ministry
he had been attempting to help his followers understand the meaning
of the "Kingdom of God": what it is, who is in it,
what is expected of people who are a part of it. He takes this
occasion once again to clarify what it means to be a part of God's
Kingdom. He returns to fundamentals, and in the process he helps us
to understand how the game of life is to be played. In order to
help you remember the fundamentals of Jesus's message in this
passage, I offer them as six "S"s, hoping the alliteration will aid
memory.
One of
the things he says is that scrutiny is part of the process. There
comes a time when our conduct is subjected to judgment. He says
that nations and people come before the King, and there is a
separating of people as a shepherd separates the sheep from the
goats. Studdert-Kennedy, the British poet, said that he once had a
dream about this scene. In the dream he saw people coming face to
face with Jesus, and he heard Jesus ask each of them one question,
"Well, what did you make out of what was given to you?" Such a
question would be a challenge to any of us.
But the
prospect of having to give an accounting of what we have done with
the gifts God has given can have a positive impact on our conduct.
One morning in 1888, Alfred Nobel, the inventor of dynamite, the man
who had spent his lifetime amassing a fortune from the manufacture
and sale of weapons of destruction, awoke to read his own obituary.
The obituary was a result of a simple journalistic error--Alfred's
brother had died, and a French newsman carelessly reported the death
of the wrong brother. Any person would be disturbed under those
circumstances, but to Alfred Nobel the shock was overwhelming. He
saw himself as the world saw him--"The Dynamite King," the great
industrialist who had made a fortune as a merchant of death and
destruction. This, as far as the public was concerned, had been the
entire purpose of his life. None of his other aspirations--to break
down the barriers that separated people and ideas--were recognized
or given serious consideration. As he read his obituary with
horror, Nobel resolved to make clear to the world the true meaning
and purpose of his life. And through the final disposition of his
fortune, he established the most valued and prestigious prizes given
to those who have done most for the cause of world peace, the arts,
and sciences. At some point in our lives, Jesus says, we submit to
scrutiny, we have to give an accounting.
Jesus
goes on to say that the evaluation process elicits surprise. Those
at the King's right hand are told that they have rendered service to
the King himself. They are surprised and say that they were not
aware of it. The King says that when they were serving others they
were serving him.
Often we
are not aware that an act of caring or compassion has any effect
beyond our immediate view. Stephen Lewis, formerly Canada's
ambassador to the United Nations, tells of visiting Pashawar, the
city in Pakistan closest to the Afghanistan border. There, he and a
Canadian External Affairs member--whom he identified only as
Barbara--met an Afghan poet. For writing a poem critical of the
Afghan government, the poet had spent four years in solitary
confinement--one of many prisoners of conscience. But now he was
free. "How did you get out?" the Canadians asked him. The poet
replied that the Afghan government had been beseiged by a torrent of
letters and postcards on his behalf, organized by Amnesty
International groups all over the world. Barbara nodded. "Yes, I
know," she said. "Before I came out here I was a member of Amnesty
Group . . . . " And then suddenly she realized that this man,
sitting before her, was one of those for whom she herself had
written letters, back in Canada. And he realized that he owed his
release, his freedom, his life, to this woman and others like her.
Even though they had not known each other, the actions of one had
had a profound impact on the life of the other. One day we, too,
will be surprised to discover whose life we have impacted.
Note,
further, that the story Jesus is telling is about small things. "I
was hungry and you gave me food," the King says to those on his
right. For most of us, our opportunity to please God will not be
the result of some benevolent act that impacts all of humankind. It
will be a small act of caring directed toward an individual. W. W.
Lax was a British Methodist minister, and he tells a story from his
own experience that underscores this point. He served 40 years
among the people who lived in the East End of London. Once he was
asked to visit an elderly gentleman who lay very ill in a one-room
flat. But when the preacher called, the man rebuffed him by turning
his face to the wall and refusing to speak. While the minister was
trying to carry on a conversation, he noticed the poverty of the
room, the inadequate heat, and no evidence of food. When he left
the house he went to a nearby restaurant and arranged for a lamb
chop dinner to be delivered to the little apartment.
He called
again in a few days, and the crusty patient was a little more
receptive. On the way home, the preacher left another order for a
lamb chop dinner to be delivered. By the preacher's third visit, a
radical change had occurred in the man's attitude. He was congenial
and smiled several times. And he listened as the minister read the
Scripture, talked about faith in Christ, and prayed before he left.
A meeting took the clergyman out of town for a few days, and when he
returned to London, he learned that the old man had died. However,
a neighbor reported to the minister that the old man's dying words
were these: "Tell Mr. Lax it's all right. Tell him that I love
Jesus and that I'm going to God. But be sure to tell him it wasn't
his preaching or praying that saved my soul. It was those delicious
lamb chops." "I was hungry and you gave me food, and as you did it
unto one of the least of these members of my family, you did it to
me," says the King. In small things love is revealed.
That love
is also revealed in simple things. "I was thirsty," says the King,
"and you gave me a drink." Showing that we care, doesn't require an
elaborate system of social service. Mabel Shaw, a missionary to
Africa, relates how she was
telling her little Bantu children in Africa about giving a cup of
water in the name of the Chief, which is what they called Jesus.
They were tremendously interested because in a hot country a cup of
cold water can be beyond price. Not long afterwards she was sitting
on the veranda. Up the village street came a string of porters,
obviously exhausted. They sank down wearily at the side of the
road. And then something happened. These men were of another
tribe; that could be seen from their clothes and from the way they
wore their hair, and there was suspicion and often hostility between
tribe and tribe. Out from the veranda came a little line of
primary-age girls. Each had on her head a water pot. They were
obviously a little frightened, but just as obviously determined to
see this thing through. They went out to the tired porters; they
knelt before them and held up their water pots. "We are the Chief's
children," they said, "and we offer you a drink." The astonished
porters knelt in return, took the water and drank, and the girls ran
off. They came running up to Mabel Shaw. "We have given thirsty
men water in the name of the Chief," they said. In any ordinary
village, had these men asked for a drink they would have been told,
"You are not of our village; get water for yourself." It was
reverence for the Chief that bridged the gulf. And it is clear that
the simple act of the Bantu children would do more to make
Christianity real to those porters than any number of sermons.
Long ago
Mohammed said, "What is charity?" And then he answered. "Giving a
thirsty person a drink, setting a lost one on the right road,
smiling in your brother's face--these things are charity." These
are the kinds of things that anyone can do. So often, because we
can't do something great, we do nothing at all; but there are
kindnesses which anyone can do. To do them is to walk the Christian
way and in the end to win the approval of the King.
Obviously, this message of Jesus makes much of another "S,"
serving. "I was sick and in prison," says the King, "and you came
to me." We are challenged to do for others what they cannot do for
themselves. Henri J. M. Nouwen, noted theologian, author,
professor, and speaker, made a move from the faculty at Harvard
Divinity School to the staff at Daybreak--a residential community
for mentally handicapped people. What a dramatic transition this
must have been--from working with the world's brightest and best
under the spotlight of constant recognition, to laboring almost
invisibly with people that the world would sometimes like to forget
altogether. A typical day in the Harvard setting might include
lecturing to packed auditoriums, perhaps an outside speaking
engagement, an interview with a magazine editor, and some time at
the typewriter working on a magazine article or book manuscript. At
Daybreak, the day begins by helping others out of bed, bathing,
feeding, and clothing them. Tending to their physical, emotional,
and spiritual needs as part of a ministry team fills the day.
Nouwen shares what led to this change. "Most of my past life has
been built around the idea that my value depends on my
accomplishments. I made it through grade school, high school, and
university. I earned degrees and awards, and I made my career.
Yes, with many others, I fought my way up to the lonely top of a
little success, a little popularity, and a little power. But as I
sit beside the slow and heavy-breathing Adam (a resident of
Daybreak), I start seeing how violent that journey was. So filled
with desires to be better than others, so marked by rivalry and
competition, so pervaded with compulsions and obsessions, and so
spotted with moments of suspicion, jealousy, resentment, and
revenge." In serving those who cannot help themselves, Nouwen heard
the voice of Christ: "Just as as you did it to one of the least of
these who are members of my family, you did it to me."
The final
"S" is sovereignty. It is, after all, the King who says to those at
his right, "Come, you that are blessed by my Father, inherit the
kingdom prepared for you."
What
Jesus has been talking about is the
Kingdom of God. It sounds as
though he is saying, "Do these good things and you get in." But
that runs counter to so much that Jesus and the New Testament say
about God's gracious acceptance of us regardless of our merits.
I think
that what Jesus is sharing with us here is not a formula for how we
save ourselves by our good works, but, rather, a description of how
people who have pledged allegiance to Christ live out that
allegiance. Acts of caring and compassion toward the least and
loneliest demonstrate that a person is a citizen of the Kingdom,
even when they don't realize what an impact their actions have. As
we are involved in these little acts of kindness, we are helping to
make the Kingdom of God more visible.
When
Ignatius Loyola and his band of nine followers went to petition Pope
Paul III in the 16th century to form the Society of Jesus, the Pope
was unimpressed. Although the men arrived in Rome with glittering
degrees, doctors of divinity among them, the Pope was still
unimpressed. And then came the winter of 1538, the most desperate
in Rome's memory. These ten people took upon themselves the burden
of the city's destitute. They put the sick into their own beds,
begged straw mattresses and food for the rest, and at times had as
many as three or four hundred crowded into a ramshackle residence,
which was all they could afford. So spectacular were their efforts
that the Pope could no longer ignore them, and in 1540 he granted
them the right to call themselves a genuine religious
brotherhood--the Society of Jesus (Jesuits). Their actions
indicated whose they were.
Undergoing scrutiny, registering surprise, not overlooking small
things, involving ourselves in simple acts, serving "the least of
these," acknowledging God's sovereignty--these are ways we come to
recognize God's Kingdom and give evidence that we are part of it.
In time, others will notice that the Kingdom has come close to
them. They may not know what to call it, but they will know that
something has happened that makes life better.
I close
with this. One of the best letters of reference ever received at
the University of Alabama Medical School, according to the Director
of Admissions, came from an old mountaineer. The letter read: "I
knowed this kid from the day he was born. He played with my kids,
helped me with the chores. I don't know if he has sense enough to
make it in medical school, but I do know he'll be the kind of man
I'd like to come here to take care of me and my folks." Jesus would
say "Amen!" to that. "As you did it to one of the least of these,
you did it to me."