Mark 11: 1-11
Jerusalem was also the seat of the
Roman government in the Mediterranean world in the Roman Empire. The people were burdened with taxes,
economic issues, systems of land debt to the Romans, and Herod, a puppet ruler
of Rome was not a happy, or skilled ruler for “all” the people. The people
resented him. They wanted badly to
prevent the transformation of Jerusalem into a Greco-Roman city. This was the situation that year and
the people shouted, “Hosanna” which means in Hebrew, save us! Not hooray, or yippee, not even praise
him, hosanna means save us.
Their hope and expectation was for a king who would be able to save them
from the Roman authorities and the Greco-Roman influence that threatened their
religious identity. Many believed
Jesus was their man. They sang out “Hosanna in the name of the highest, blessed
is he who comes in the name of the Lord.”
The ‘Palm Sunday’ narrative is recorded
in all four of the Gospels each supplying its own unique details of that
day. Mark’s account is the
shortest of the four gospels and it is the focus of today’s reflection. Hear now the Gospel of Mark, the 11th
chapter:
When they were approaching Jerusalem, at Bethphage
and Bethany, near the Mount of Olives, he sent two of his disciples and said to
them, ‘Go into the village ahead of you, and immediately as you enter it, you
will find tied there a colt that has never been ridden; untie it and bring it.
If anyone says to you, “Why are you doing this?” just say this, “The Lord needs
it and will send it back here immediately.” ’
They
went away and found a colt tied near a door, outside in the street. As they were
untying it, some of the bystanders said to them, ‘What are you doing, untying
the colt?’ They told them what Jesus had said; and they allowed them to take
it. Then they brought the colt to Jesus and threw their cloaks on it; and he
sat on it. Many people spread their cloaks on the road, and others spread leafy
branches that they had cut in the fields. Then those who went ahead and those
who followed were shouting,
‘Hosanna!
Blessed is the one who comes in the name of the Lord!
Blessed is the coming kingdom of our ancestor David!
Hosanna in the highest heaven!’
Then he entered Jerusalem and went into the
temple; and when he had looked around at everything, as it was already late, he
went out to Bethany with the twelve.
Just east of Jerusalem on the other
side of the Mount of Olives lies sleepy Bethany. Jesus went there often for respite; it was his little ‘get
away’ retreat spot. As he and his
disciples were getting close to Bethany, Jesus says to two of them, “Go, run
ahead, will you? Go to the village
and when you see a donkey, a colt, untie him, then bring him to me.” “Oh,” Jesus says, “and if anybody says
anything to you, just tell them that I sent you.” Seems as if Jesus already had thought this donkey fetching
through. In fact, out of the 11
verses that comprise this story, 6 are focused on donkey detail. It’s a big deal.
I can just hear the two disciples now
as they run ahead. “What the
heck? Why do we have be the ones
to get the donkey? Why didn’t he
choose those other two, you know the ones who never do anything? For this we left our fishing boats and
our beautiful Galilee?”
Beyond their kevetching their mission
was successful; and they lead this colt back to Jesus. Certainly this animal was not fit for a
‘king’ so they put their cloaks on the donkey; at least it would protect Jesus
from the dirt and dander of the animal.
Jesus began his journey out of dusty
Bethany, over the steep incline of the back side of the Mount of Olives, down
into the Kidron Valley and into bustling and contentious, Jerusalem. The disciples followed, the people
followed. People threw their
garments on the ground and they ripped down branches from palm trees, maybe
even branches from some of the prolific olive trees that dot the side of the
Mount of Olives.
But what about the donkey and those two
disciples who were dispatched to bring back such a lowly creature? I bet that
they never, in their wildest imaginations thought that they would be untying a
donkey that didn’t even belong to them, and then have to bring it to
Jesus. They probably never
envisioned that this was ministry, that this mundane detail would become such a
large part of the events of the day.
When Jesus said, follow me, he meant,
really people….follow me. Believe
me. Trust me. Do what you can. But come on, untie a donkey? That probably means cleaning up after
the donkey too. It’s hard to grasp
the larger picture when grunt work is all that you are doing in the name of the
Lord.
Yet, to follow Jesus is just as much
hands on as it is an intellectual and spiritual exercise.
When I entered the ministry a former
colleague of mine asked me if I had my Swiss Army knife on me. Being a quarter Swiss I had to stop and
think for a minute, was he making a joke at my cultural heritage expense? He
was a joker! No, he really did
want to know if I had a knife with me, he needed the screwdriver because we
were erecting the stage together for the upcoming Christmas pageant.
They don’t tell you in seminary that sometimes
you’ll have to fix a leaky faucet, pick up cigarette butts, reset large and old
furnaces, wash the floors, screw stages together and fix paper jams. They don’t tell you to keep a Swiss
Army knife on you. And they forget
to tell you about all the committees and paperwork that needs tending to. This is donkey detail!
To be relevant Karl Barth once said,
“One should read with the Bible in one hand, and the newspaper in the
other”. I say, “One should read
with the Bible in one hand, the newspaper in the other, and have a Swiss Army
knife hanging from your belt.”
Then, and only then are you prepared to follow Jesus, to bolster the
church and to deal with the grunt work of ministry.
Ministry of the Church takes many hands
and hearts. Hands and hearts that
are willing to perform the unglamorous because most of life is, well,
unglamorous.
This is the ministry of donkey duty,
grunt work where we will have to metaphorically, go and untie that donkey. It behooves us to do it ourselves for
in that humble moment you know you are serving not yourself but God. You have humbly given of yourself and
your pride over to the greater need.
We will have to serve in unglamorous ways that equally and ultimately,
too, lift up the body of Christ.
Our time and our efforts do NOT go unnoticed; it is all for a purpose
which happens to be God’s purpose and not ours. That’s why we are here, that’s the outer grunt work of being
a Christian.
But that’s only part of it. Between Palm Sunday and Easter Sunday
there is a whole lot of inner grunt work to be done. The inner work is between you and God where forgiveness and
grace meet. It is where you humble
your heart and have a ‘come to Jesus’ real life moment. Are you willing to untie THAT
donkey even when you don’t want to?
Are you willing to follow Jesus to the end, through the betrayal, the
arrest, the interrogation, the denial, the whippings and crucifixion? Are the sounds of THAT beast of burden
within earshot? I hope that it is.
The expectation of Holy Week is that we
will be with Jesus every step of the way until he hangs upon the old wooden
cross.
The expectation is that you will
examine your relationship with God honestly to ready yourself for resurrection.
Are you willing and daring enough to
cry out from the depth of your being, hosanna, save us, so that your Alleluias
on Easter morning will be your authentic voice?
When Jesus says, follow me he doesn’t
specify where and for what reason or what kind of work he wants us to do. One day you will be a visionary and
prophetic leader championing justice and visiting the sick and the next day you
will be called to change light bulbs.
He simply says, follow, trust me, and believe in me, I will lead you to
a better place.
And Jesus, well, he follows through, he
does not disappoint us. He leads
us to hope not despair, joy not sorrow, self-sufficiency not helplessness; he
leads us to God’s immeasurable grace.
Untie that donkey my friends and ride into Holy Week over the dusty and
rough terrain we call life. It may
not be glamorous but it will be the best thing you will ever do.
Amen.
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