Luke 13:22-30 · The Narrow Door
The Narrow Gate
Luke 13:22-30
Sermon
by John G. Lynch
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One long, shadowy afternoon, when the light was more smoke than light, a young American of Russian descent wandered along a canal in Leningrad, searching for the Palace of Prince Yarosof, where the monk Rasputin had been killed. Leningrad in winter is not a cheery place. The sun rises late in the morning and sets about 4 p.m. Daylight, always weak and wintry, never rises above a sinister haze. In that light Alex sought his narrow door.

He didn't realize quite what he was seeking. Only when he found it did he know why he had wandered most of the day in that sinister, smoky light. He thought he was looking for the murderous palace where the princes had poisoned, shot, and finally drowned Rasputin, so immune to their murderous ways. But God had a new discovery in store for him. God was leading Alex to his wide path.

The young American found the palace, a small, stylish structure recently used by the communists as an office for some department of the Proletariat. He wandered through the grounds, peeking through this portico, squinting into that dark corner, trying to find the key to why they had murdered the notorious Rasputin here: trying to catch the flavor of the place the way it was when they had killed him.

That's when he found God's wide path over a small portico on the palace grounds. He saw written in a familiar alphabet these Latin words, "Deus Omnia Conservat" -- "God takes care of everything." What a surprise! What a secret to discover in a Bolshevik palace the word "Deus" etched boldly in stone declaring that God takes care of everything ... Rasputin, the princes who killed him, the Russian people, and even an American wandering in that half-lit city.

When Alex found the narrow gate, it wasn't narrow after all. He had hoped to find, by diligent inquiry, some clue to those turbulent times in Russian history. By careful scrutiny he had planned to unearth for himself the treasure that would tell him all. He looked for something suspicious and evil -- an omen that he could claim his own. Instead God led him to a simple, fundamental truth about himself -- a truth as broad as the Steppes of Siberia, a truth as wide as the world: "Deus Omnia Conservat." "God takes care of everything."

The Pharisees in Jesus' day were specialists of the narrow gate. They really promoted narrow gate living, preaching the 613 prescriptions of the Mosaic Law as the answer to all life's problems. "Hold fast to these," they said, "and then God will love you." They did not have the faintest notion that God takes care of everything, the 613 prescriptions notwithstanding.

Shortly before Jesus told this young man about the narrow gate, a woman had walked into the synagogue on the sabbath day. For 18 years she had a spirit of infirmity. Bent over, she could not straighten herself out. When Jesus saw her he called her and said, "Woman, thou art freed from your infirmity." He laid his hands upon her. Immediately she was straightened out and she praised God.

What did the ruler of the synagogue do? He was indignant because Jesus had done this on the sabbath. For centuries leaders of synagogues had been telling people, "You come to God only by the narrow door of the sabbath and its laws." Little did they know that God has no need of that narrow gate, or of any other narrow gate humankind can construct to control access to the healing power of God. His mercy is as wide as the Steppes of Siberia, as vast as the world. It knows no limits. It has no narrow gate!

This ruler of the synagogue was so indignant that he said to the woman and to all the people standing around, "There are six days on which work ought to be done. Come on those days to be healed and not on the sabbath day." Well did Jesus speak to those who followed that command: "Strive to enter by the narrow gate."

"Go ahead," he said in irony, "give it a try. See if you can crawl into the kingdom of God by a narrow gate. You will never get there that way. Nobody ever does."

How Jesus understands the human side! How he knows that our off-the-mark nature tempts us to construct our narrow gates: "You can't be healed on the sabbath, so come another day;" "God will not accept you if you continue this behavior"; "Smile, or God won't love you."

Masters at creating narrow gates, we seek to control just how God can act among us. Narrow gates restrict, repress and block the flow of life.

Jesus himself is the householder who rises and shuts the narrow door of death. In his resurrection he closed the door of all human efforts to restrict and control the mercy of God. He cleared from the wide path of God's mercy all narrow and restrictive doors.

The narrow door, then, is not God's door at all. It is humankind's. It is primarily those relational gates we stick up in front of one another and in front of God, those roadblocks that keep life and love from flowing. Sometimes we will use our professional commitments to roadblock our interpersonal relationships. Sometimes we will use our interpersonal commitments to roadblock professional growth. The gates need not be so narrow. But they will be if we block out the grace, mercy and tenderness of God.

Why are our gates so narrow? What makes our gates so slim? Luther felt it was none other than the devil himself, the world and our own lazy flesh. We are resistant and defensive and we refuse to go on trusting God and clinging to his Word. We make our lives to be like that of the medieval knight Tondalo, who in the legend had to cross a narrow bridge barely wider than a hand. Beneath him was a pit of sulphur full of dragons. Approaching him was someone to whom he had to yield. Luther goes on to say that the only way to cross our narrow bridges is to walk on, clinging to God's Word. His Word, a lamp unto our feet, will bring us home safely to the banquet of the kingdom of God. No narrow gate can restrict his Word. His Word is first; our gates are last. God's Word breaks our narrow gates wide open so his mercy, forgiveness and welcome can flow untrammeled to our hearts, just as he wishes it to be.

CSS Publishing Company, TROUBLED JOURNEY, by John G. Lynch