Luke 6:17-26 · Blessings and Woes
WWE Raw, Jesus Style
Luke 6:17-26, Luke 6:27-36
Sermon
by Leonard Sweet
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When pop culture transforms a “holy day” into a “holiday,” it almost always manages to focus on the wrong side of the equation.

For example:

*The number of shopping days left til Christmas is NOT as important as the 12 day period between the Christmas day miracle and the season of Epiphany.

*A huge party, Mardi Gras, on “Fat Tuesday” is NOT as important as the forty days of Lent that follow.

*Eating all your chocolate bunnies before breakfast on Easter morning is NOT as important as rejoicing over living a resurrection faith on Easter afternoon.

*Tonight, while the world is preparing to throw itself a spooky, kooky All Hallow’s Eve party, “Halloween” is NOT as important as is the celebrations it fronts for — All Saints Day and All Soul’s Day.

Outwitting spooky spirits on Halloween is not essential to Christian discipleship. But remembering the “saints” is. Celebrating our ancestors in the faith, those men and women, some unknown, some esteemed, who lived and died furthering the Christian faith, that is the “holy day” the church needs to hold up to the world.

The Roman Catholic Church calendar still establishes a two day series of special masses and prayers that follow All Hallow’s Eve — All Saint’s Day on November 1 and All Soul’s Day on November 2. All Saints Day commemorates the faithful who, according to the church, have achieved heavenly status. All Soul’s Day is a day to pray for family members and the unsung saints of the world.

There is a historical argument that can be made for All Saint’s Day and All Soul’s Day being the most undercelebrated church holiday in the post-Reformation church. Before the Reformation some overzealous fundraisers in the church gladly granted what was called a “plenary indulgence” to those who attended church services on All Saint’s and All Soul’s day. According to medieval theology this meant that if you attended church on those days your presence automatically released one soul from purgatory.

The problem was that eventually the church ended up with a revolving door of visitors. It was the theological equivalent of buying a fistful of lottery tickets instead of betting on just one number. Better odds. People with lots of dead relatives would enter the church, offer the name of their deceased loved one, exit the church, and then turn around and do it all again, theologically assured that each time they re-entered the church that day they were freeing another Purgatory prisoner. Those with few relatives would simply draw up lists of historical figures they liked and hoped to chalk up heavenly credit to liberate them.

This kind of incentive for church attendance is questionable, though it did work. But the eagerness of living generations to stay connected to past generations, both in prayers and in practices, is admirable. For medieval Christians, the dead were still an active part of the living, and past generations still had something to offer the present generations.

It is hard for some of us to make that kind of connection anymore. People used to know their “family trees” as well as they knew their own furniture. But the USA has always been a country made of up of new arrivals, and for some of us the past is a blur. After generations of being on the move and unattached, there are now internet sites that offer to help us find our “ancestry.” At “Ancestry.com” the appearance of a single “leaf” next to a name is the signal that there is more information available.

But many of us don’t have “family trees.” We don’t have a familiar forest of known relatives we can point to and proudly claim as our own. Some of us have family blackberry bushes. By that I mean unwieldy, twisted, brier-patch knots that are way too thorny to investigate without getting hurt. Whether you have a well-shaped family tree or an untamed bramble bush in your personal history, every member of the body of Christ stills participates in the communion of the saints.

No matter what you know, or don’t know, about church history, or about your own personal history, we all have common ancestors in the faith and personal knowledge of saints. We need to celebrate All Saint’s Day.

Have you ever noticed that on every other street corner almost, there is some kind of athletic center? Have you also noticed that late at night, just when you’ve settled down with a bowl of Double Chocolate Rocky Road ice cream, the TV assaults you with gizmos and gadgets that promise to work off that dairy delight and get you back into shape?

As a nation we are getting more and more obese. 38 states now have adult obesity rates above 25%. In 1991 no state had an obesity rate above 20%. Our problem is that we don’t do what we already know we need to do to get back into physical shape. Maybe that’s why the flabbier we get, the more popular big muscles have become. TV wrestlers used to be a joke. Now, they are prime-time, big-time, money-making machines. Every week “A-list” celebrities line up to be the next host of “WWE Raw.” Our twenty-first century gladiators battle it out on cable instead of in the Coliseum.

All Saint’s Day is the church’s version of “WWE Raw.” It’s our celebration of the church’s most muscle-bound ancestors. It’s also the church’s challenge to each new generation to start flexing their own spiritual muscles. The “saints” are really those who most adhered to Jesus’ cardio-vascular soul exercises. The “saints” are those whose moral muscles, whose hearts and minds, were stretched and strengthened, flexed and freed, in ways the world had never seen before.

Jesus’ workout regime for his followers, and for all the saints to come, involves rigorous activity. The ultimate spiritual muscle is the heart muscle, and it was extreme cardio exercise that Jesus proposed for his disciples.

Like any good “coach” Jesus gave his followers a goal. He gave them concrete steps they could take to reach that goal. Jesus’ goal was nothing less than turning the “me-first” morality of the world on its head. The poor, the hungry, the sorrowing — they would become the blessed, the fulfilled, the laughing. Those reviled and cast out would become those who rejoiced and reaped heavenly rewards.

Yet there was only one way to achieve these miraculous transformations. It was a simple three word directive. But these three words turned all anticipated expectations and established interpretations on their head. Here are the three words: “Love your enemies.”

Did you hear it? “Love your enemies.”

No qualifications. No exceptions. No caveats or special conditions. Just “Love your enemies.”

The step-by-step moral muscle builders Jesus offered were just as challenging.

“Do good to those who hate you.”

“Bless those who curse you.”

“Pray for those who abuse you.”

“Get smacked on one cheek, offer the other.”

“Lose your coat? Throw your shirt in as well.”

“Give cheerfully and extravagantly.”

Don’t expect to ever get anything back in return.

Except spiritual stamina.

Except moral musculature.

Except heart health and soul strength–neither of which can be measured by any cardiac monitor or stress test.

So this morning let us celebrate the “saints” of our faith, the saints in our midst and the saints in the distant past. Let us celebrate this morning those muscle-bound brothers and sisters that still stand among us. And as we celebrate them, let them inspire us to employ and embody Jesus’ kingdom of God exercise regime. Let us be as motivated to develop astonishing spiritual muscles as we are physical muscles.

Despite all opposition; in the face of “enemies” who are genuinely deadly foes: the cardiac strength of a “saint,” the “heart-and-soul muscles of a saint, never wavers, never fails.

That is our family tree. That is our spiritual legacy no matter where we have come from.

At the cost of his life, Stephen reminded us that there are some things worth dying for.

At the cost of his life, William Tyndale reminded us that there are some things worth dying for.

At the cost of his life, Jesus reminded us that there are some things worth dying for.

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