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All Jerusalem was afraid

1st Sunday of Advent 2024. Year C.

For the first Sunday of Advent, we are treated to Matthew’s account of Jesus’ triumphal entry into Jerusalem for the passover festival.   It might seem strange to be reading about this as are minds are anticipating his birth, but, while I don’t subscribe to a theology that says that Jesus was only born in order to die, it is helpful to remind ourselves of the circularity of time, and how so much that Jesus does is leaning back into the established covenants and prophecies.  We often forget how much of what he does has these echoes back into Jewish messianic expectation, and also how much expectation there was in Jewish society at the time of the imminent arrival of the Messiah, and therefore how attuned many people were to the key prophecies that would announce the arrival of the Messiah.

What Jesus is doing is choosing which of the prophecies he is going to fulfil.  And they way he enters Jerusalem is very intentionally positioning himself in a particular messianic tradition, that of Isaiah’s suffering servant.  His entry into Jerusalem matches his entry into the world, humble and meek.

Not that you might think it from Matthew’s account of the crowd singing hosannas as they accompany him into Jerusalem.  Matthew’s account of this differs in minor details from those of Luke and Mark, but one of them is quite telling.  He seems to make it explicit that the crowd that are accompanying Jesus are his followers from Galilee, rather than locals.  The locals obviously don’t even know who Jesus is, because they have to ask the crowd, who tell them that this is Jesus the Prophet  of Nazareth of Galilee – conspicuously identifying him as a foreigner, from the strange and untrusted land of Galilee.  Matthew also describes the city as moved or troubled by his arrival – no doubt with the city crowded with pilgrims, the nervous Romans in control, and the Passover about to start, the last thing they want is a disturbance that might threaten their peace and prosperity.  But it is interesting that in the same way that his birth caused Herod and all Jerusalem to be frightened, his arrival now occasions the same fear in the city.

Establishing that the fervent welcome is by his long term followers from Galilee, and that his welcome from the locals is ambivalent at best, if not positively unwelcoming, gives us a different insight into the events of the next week.  We do not see a crowd of fervent admirers fade away when the going gets rough.  Instead we maybe see dedicated followers just swallowed up in a sea of indifference – people who haven’t seen at first hand the miracles he has been working and heard the words he has been preaching, and therefore can’t understand why there is such a fuss about this pseudo-Messiah who doesn’t even have a warband, let alone an army to take on the Romans.  It feels like the perfidy and inconstancy of the Jerusalem mob is so ingrained into our narrative of the Passion that it seems strange to think that actually, many or most of his supporters stayed loyal and true to him throughout this week to come, stayed loyal to him, like John at the foot of the cross, even to the point of death.  It feels though, living as we now do in a secular world that is mainly indifferent to the teaching and presence of Jesus, that we have more in common with those loyal followers.

So, in the same way that Jesus’ arrival in Jerusalem has echoes of his birth in Bethlehem, and of the prophecies in Zechariah, what echoes does it have for us in this Advent season as we await again for Jesus’ birth, and for his coming again in glory in the full realisation of his kingdom.  This year, more than most, it has felt like it can’t come too soon.

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Time and eternity

Palm Sunday, 2022. BCP Lectionary.

This sermon was for a BCP service on Palm Sunday, so the Gospel reading was Matthew 27:1-54, which is his account of the trial and crucifixion of Jesus.

Reading the Gospel passage we have just heard made me think when I first heard it about the nature of time, and how we perceive it. Just last Friday, I was being interviewed by HR and being asked when certain events had occurred, and I realised that there were some events where I couldn’t remember if they had happened in August 2021 or August 2020. I suspect I am not the only person in that situation, where lockdown has compressed the whole feeling of time over the last couple of years?
But why did this passage provoke thoughts of time, even before that uncomfortable interview?
I think it is partially because this passage feels like it is being read at the wrong time. This is Palm Sunday – Jesus’ triumphant entry into Jerusalem as the messiah, waved and cheered on by throngs of people confident that the day of the Lord had arrived.
Yet our reading, by the vagaries of the BCP lectionary, is a whistle-stop account of the passion and crucifixion. It’s too early to be reading this – this should be next Friday…
Sometimes the lectionary does this because we are trying to compress the whole of history into a single calendar year each year. The Annunciation, biologically correctly nine months before Christmas, always seems uncomfortably close to Easter.
But in the case of Easter, there is no compression of time. We do go from triumph to despair and back again in the space of one week. Creation and salvation are both encompassed in seven days…
How can events move so quickly, we might think, and yet we live in an era where this is exactly what is happening. Events develop with such speed, that time seems to move faster and faster. The pace of modern life is relentless, always moving on, chewing up the next event and the next.
It makes it a sobering thought then that the war in Ukraine is in its sixth week already, and also both terrible and gratifying that it is still making headlines. Terrible because the headlines are driven by death and destruction on a scale that we are not used to in Europe in the 21st century, gratifying that such atrocities still have the capacity to shock us, even if it is only because they are so close to home. Because there are other wars going on, right now, but further away, which have faded from our consciousness; where the compassion fatigue has set in. It is a depressing reality that ‘the west’ is complicit in so many of them, but if the message of Easter is anything, it is a message that we are always all complicit in all the affairs of the world.
The Easter story is terrifyingly relevant even in a secular way today – it encompasses so much of the political behaviours that we still see in the world.
We see the fickleness of the people – one day saluting Jesus as a hero and king, and four days latter calling for his death. Led not by their own reason, but by rumour and propaganda.
We see the temple leaders stirring up this mob with rhetoric and lies, twisting events to their own profit and ends.
We see Pilate, the absolute governor, struggling to control events that he does not understand. Taking the easy route out even when he knows it to be wrong. Expediency trumping truth.
Today we see Patriarch Kiril, blessing a war against other Christians as a holy war – similarly twisting events to bloster his own power rather than listening to the gospel message.
We see President Putin similarly struggling to control the whirlwind that he has unleashed, and that he does not understand, or want to understand.
Easter is a time of despair, and of hope. Death and resurrection. Destruction and renewal.
Let us pray this Easter, all the more, for peace in our world. The peace that we cannot cannot bring, but that only God can provide.
Amen.