Luke 9:57-62 · The Cost of Following Jesus
The Beginning of the End
Luke 9:57-62
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As they were going along the road, a man said to him, "I will follow you wherever you go." And Jesus said to him, "Foxes have holes, and birds of the air have nests; but the Son of man has nowhere to lay his head." To another he said, "Follow me." But he said, "Lord, let me first go and bury my father." But he said to him, "Leave the dead to bury their own dead; but as for you, go and proclaim the kingdom of God." Another said, "I will follow you, Lord; but let me first say farewell to those at my home." Jesus said to him, "No one who puts his hand to the plow and looks back is fit for the kingdom of God." (Luke 9:51-62)

The people on the tour bus were not prepared for the hostility they encountered when they stopped in a small village in Samaria. They had visited Hebron before going to the north, and there they were met with hostile stares from the Palestinians who were in the town. But in Hebron, Israeli forces seemed to be everywhere, almost turning the ancient city into an armed camp. There were no untoward incidents in Hebron; the tourists were even able to visit the shops and bazaars - never far from the guns of the soldiers - and buy whatever they wished to remind them of their visit to the place where the patriarchs of the Jewish and Christian faiths were buried. Some had shopped for replicas of the cenotaphs for Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, Sarah, Rebecca, and Leah - since no pictures could be taken inside the large building that was erected over the cave of Macpelah where their graves were supposedly located, but they had no success. Hebron was rather scary, but there was no violence, not even any ugly remarks let alone threats. But it was different in Samaria.

As the bus travelled along the narrow road into the region of Samaria, they had passed some of the reminders of the past - the ruins of Roman buildings that stood as monuments to their occupation of the Holy Land. The traditionally-robed natives that they saw seemed to glare at the bus then quickly look away. When the bus stopped in a kind of village gathering place, one man stepped down from the doorway, raised his camera to take a picture, and several people were galvanized into action. A woman grabbed a small stone - and threw it - but her aim was bad. Before the others could hurl their rocks, the man jumped back into the bus and the driver took off from that place. But half a dozen rocks and stones hit the rear of the bus as it pulled away. The tourists knew that these particular Samaritans wanted nothing to do with them or with any other outsiders.

No Hospitality for Jesus

Something like that happened to Jesus when he intended to visit a Samaritan village many centuries ago. There were no rocks or stones - no threats to break Jesus’ bones - but the rejection was just as positive and shocking. But there was a totally different reason. Jesus had made up his mind to go to Jerusalem. There the final act of his dramatic mission for God would be played out before Herod, Pilate, Jews and Romans, friends and foes, family and strangers, disciples and dissenters. Gradually Christ became convinced that God’s intention was for him to go to Jerusalem so that the ancient Scriptures might be fulfilled in and through his death and resurrection: "At a time when everyone was full of admiration for all he did. he said to his disciples, ‘For your part, you must have these words constantly in your mind: The Son of man is going to be handed over into the power of men?’ " He had already told them that his fate would be death, but that God would raise him on the third day.

Christ had no illusions about the outcome of his journey to Jerusalem; he would not take the city captive, as countless kings and armies have done over the centuries. His would be no grand entrance like some of theirs had been. His was not a pilgrimage to be undertaken with the pomp and ceremony of near-modern secular power "to impress the inhabitants of the city and create a climate favorable to the illustrious pilgrim’s native land," writes J. Boudet in Jerusalem: A History (New York: G. P. Putnam’s Son, 1967, p. 262.) A road was prepared for Emperor Franz Joseph in 1864, who stopped in Jerusalem on his way to the opening of the Suez canal. Later, Prince Friedrich Wilhelm, heir apparent to the Prussian throne, visited Jerusalem, and in 1898 his son, Wilhelm II, made a pilgrimage to Jerusalem. The writer continues: "The German emperor wished to make his entry on a white stallion. According to an old legend, Jerusalem would be conquered by the emperor who passed through one of its gates on horseback. In order to calm the anxieties of the inhabitants, a breach was made in the wall. The emperor was satisfied; he was entering the city on horseback; the inhabitants were reassured; he was not doing so by one of its gates." Jesus would enter, as the prophet had predicted long before,

Say to the daughter of Zion:
Look, your king comes to you;
he is humble, he rides on a donkey
and on a colt, the foal of a beast of burden. (Jerusalem Bible)

He knew what was before him - and how it would come off - but still he turned his face toward Jerusalem. He was determined to complete the work that the Father had given him to do.

If it had been you or I, we know what we would have done, don’t we? Pain and suffering are our enemies, and they are to be avoided at any cost, if there is any possibility of escaping them. A year ago I read the story of a fourteen-year-old girl, Denise Anderson, who seemed to have a promising future ahead of her - until she underwent abdominal surgery for severe pain; the doctors knew it wasn’t appendicitis, but they were also aware that exploratory surgery was called for. When Denise awakened, she learned that her doctor had removed a malignant tumor from her left ovary. She said, "I looked at him in awe, desperately not wanting to believe him. I prayed that he would change his mind, that he would say that he had made a mistake. I wanted him to apologize for scaring me, to report that the pain I had was really the result of a ruptured appendix. What I wanted I did not receive. I received only the truth: I had cancer." Later, when chemotherapy had begun in a frightening fashion, she said, "I wanted this experience to be non-existent. Cancer had no right to be within me. What had I done to deserve such a punishment? There was no justice." Later, she could say, "It was a bad dream, and I desperately wanted to wake up." Ultimately, she did - and she reclaimed her life and the future which was almost taken away from her. There was no such deliverance from pain and death for Jesus - and he knew it as he turned toward Jerusalem.

And it was simply because Christ was heading toward Jerusalem - instead of worshiping on their mountain - that the Samaritans refused him any hospitality in their town. They sent him on his way, and his disciples wanted to level that town with fire, but Jesus would not have any of that. He moved on to another village and toward Jerusalem.

The Cross Offered No Options

Jesus knew that there was no escaping death - on a cross - in Jerusalem - and we know it, because people still persecute those who disagree with them or would change the order of things. And it is especially those who identify themselves with the poor and the needy, with the victims of injustice and violence, who themselves fall beneath the attacks of the enemies that their good intentions and deeds have created. Some time ago, George Cornell, who writes for the Associated Press, wrote a five-part Easter series "about persecution in the modern world and the prototype of it in the crackdown on Jesus." It was titled, "The Horror and the Hope." One of the persons he wrote about was the Rev. Dmitri Dudko, a Russian Orthodox priest who had been attracting large crowds in Moscow, "something of a religious upsurge around Moscow by his open ‘dialogues’ with all comers, believers and unbelievers." When his church overflowed its capacity, the authorities moved him to a church fifty miles from Moscow, but "people still flocked there." A couple of years later he was assigned to a smaller parish twenty miles from Moscow - "still the crowds came as the end drew near in 1980."

Twelve days before his arrest, Fr. Dudko declared in a sermon on the eve of Epiphany:

In our days the world persecutes and rejects Christ by its depravity, by its race after wealth and power, it persecutes and crucifies Christ. But the alleged wisdom of the persecution turns out to be a stupidity that leads to its own downfall ... Wisdom begins with the fear of God. Those who fear God fear nothing in this world.

And so, Fr. Dudko wrote out "My Last Will and Testament" to his beloved followers:

Please do not weep. Do not weep ... we are not parted forever ... All our refuge is in Christ. Stay well! I will be waiting for you.

Dudko was not executed but he was imprisoned for two months (he had spent eight years in a Siberian labor camp during his seminary career). Later he was "treated" for four months in a psychiatric hospital, "apparently with powerful drugs, before being presented on Soviet Television to read, from a printed statement, a monotone confession that he had slandered the state." The state gave him a "secretary" and allowed him to return to his parish, but, in a way, he was destroyed by the "treatment" and apparently has not been the same since his release.

Would Father Dudko preach so boldly for God - and against atheism - if he were given the chance to go back and start over again? Who knows? But we do know that Jesus would probably turn toward Jerusalem - and the cross - again, if it were necessary. You see, he knew full well what he was getting into, and he was aware of the danger involved in his journey to Jerusalem. In that city death was waiting for him, but he couldn’t be turned aside or diverted by Samaritans, protective disciples, or anyone else. It was the Father’s will that he should die. And Jesus could accept that knowledge in perfect obedience and hope. Jerusalem presented him with no options.

On Following Christ

Jesus expected his disciples and others who believed in him to follow him to Jerusalem and to witness those things which were to happen there and turn the world upside down - without delay. He would accept no excuses from people who said, "I believe, Lord, and I will follow you, as soon as I ..." For us, that means that serving Christ is one way of following him. We are to meet every opportunity, every need, that is placed before us in life. To follow Jesus is to live life’s experiences with him, for him, whatever they may be. It is to live faithfully and to be useful to God and people Soon after I dedicated a book (The Gift, the Glitter, and the Glory) to my father-in-law, my wife received a letter from her hometown. The letterhead read: "Hawley School Bell Project." It was an appeal to raise money to move the old school bell that had originally been in the town’s first school from its present location in a school about to be razed to a site near the public library. Under the letterhead and before the appeal came two names: "Mr. Roger Blough and Mr. Albert Haggarty, honorary co-chairpersons." Blough was superintendent of schools in Hawley in the late 1920s; Haggarty was the principal. Roger Blough gave up teaching and administration to enter law school. He was graduated and admitted to the bar; he specialized in corporate law. U.S. Steel hired him, and gradually, he made his way up through the administrative ranks until he became chief counsel, then president, and, finally, chairman of the board. His picture once graced the cover of Time. He was known all over the world, but he maintained a home in that town and remained faithful to his church. He has a small law office there today.

Mr. Haggarty became superintendent of that school system in time. He earned advanced degrees and was offered opportunities to move to larger school districts. But he stayed in that small town in the belief that he could have a greater effect on the lives of boys and girls by getting to know them and allowing them to get to know him. He has been retired for over twenty-five years but he still receives visitors in his home - middle-aged men and women whom he taught or helped in various and numerous ways when he was a principal or superintendent of schools. When he read the dedication in the book, his reaction was, "It is too much for me; I can’t possibly live up to it." He didn’t realize it, but he had been living up to it all his life, and in his own way, following Jesus all of his life. Jesus wants all of us to be useful, helpful, and productive - to follow him in loving service.

But his "follow me" has another dimension to it; we are to follow him to Jerusalem every time our congregation gathers for Sunday worship and, to some degree, every day of our lives. Sunday is celebrated as a "little Easter," but it also needs to have the character of a "small Good Friday." We remember and celebrate his death as well as his resurrection - what he suffered on our behalf in the Holy City. Only when our worship has both of these dimensions - death and resurrection - will we begin to understand what it means to call him "Lord" and to declare, "I will follow you and do whatever you want me to do with my life." Instead of being cheap and optional, in the face of the cross we are able to comprehend the cost of discipleship and learn to pray regularly for God’s grace that - alone - supplies the power we need to be faithful and true to our Lord.

This Sunday and every Sunday he calls us to follow him to Jerusalem and to witness - through minds and memories quickened by the Holy Spirit - and to celebrate Christ’s death and resurrection and our deliverance. Maybe then he will find room in our hearts and lives, and we will be able to follow him as long as we live. Amen.

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