Homily for the Last Sunday before Advent
Margaret D. McGee
It was with no joy that I saw I had been assigned to preach on the last Sunday before Advent. I disliked the assigned gospel lesson, a depiction of the Day of Judgement in which the good sheep are separated from the bad goats.
And if I didn’t want to preach about heaven and hell, my main alternative would be to wrestle with the day’s theme of “Christ the King,” another religious metaphor that doesn’t do much for me.
So I ended up sticking with the sheep and the goats. Here’s the result. As usually happens, in the process of reading and re-reading the day’s lessons, and letting them roll around in my daily life, my relationship to the text changed. Now I can read Matthew’s take on Judgement Day from a different — and more grateful — frame of mind.
Think back to your school years. Remember the day when report cards came out? Was it a big deal at your home? Or was it more casual—like, if it looked like the kids were gonna make it to the next grade level, all was good?
When I was growing up and school report cards came out, I had the great privilege of receiving a personal interview about my grades with the superintendant of the school system: my father. At the McGee family home, no report card ever passed without comment. The interview was all together a solemn occasion.
I usually got pretty good grades. Still, even a B+ could be discussed.
My dad made it clear that he didn’t expect his kids to get all A’s, all the time. At some point in the discussion, he was sure to say, “Well, as long as you did your best. That’s all we ask. Just do the best you can.”
I think the Superintendent probably meant those words in a positive and supportive way, but, for me, as elementary school turned into junior high, then high school, those very assurances became the hardest part of the whole interview.
He’d ask, “Did you do your best?” and I’d answer, “I guess,” because I couldn’t say out loud the questions flooding through my mind.
“What is my best? What is that? Sometimes at school, I daydream during American History class. Sometimes at home, I sprawl out on the couch and read comic books. In fact, I do that as much as possible. Am I ‘doing my best’? When it comes to studying, can’t you always do more?”
A little window into Margaret’s soul.
So you can imagine my feelings on encountering today’s gospel reading, The Day of Judgment.
Our passage this morning comes at a turning point in Jesus’s life and ministry, just as we are at a turning point now, in the church’s liturgical calendar. Today is the final Sunday of the church year. This week of Thanksgiving we are turning, turning toward Advent and the coming of the Christ child.
All through this section of Matthew’s Gospel that we have been following in the past weeks, we see Jesus turning, turning toward his own trial and Day of Judgment in the Roman courts. In the very next verse after today’s reading, Jesus tells his disciples that, within the week, the Son of Man will be handed over to be crucified.
So that’s the context of our Gospel reading this morning, which starts with the Son of Man sitting on his throne of glory. In this scene, he is not the one on trial; he’s the Judge, separating the sheep (those who are blessed and who inherit God’s kingdom) from the goats (those who are accursed and destined for eternal fire.)
Every time I read or hear this passage, the first thought that pops into my mind is: Am I a sheep? Or am I a goat? And … how would I know?
Now in this case, the judge on the throne does notsay, “Well Margaret, did you do the best you could?” That doesn’t seem to be the question. In fact, the judge doesn’t ask any questions. He just describes how the sheep and the goats have lived in relationship with each other. And this Judge seems particularly interested in how they lived in relationship with other sheep and goats who are hurting in one way or another. Because the ones who suffer, the ones who need help, these are the very ones that this Judge identifies with so closely, it’s like they are the same person.
“For I was hungry, and you gave me food. I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you welcomed me, I was naked and you gave me clothing, I was sick and you took care of me, I was in prison and you visited me.”
That’s what he says to the sheep. The goats, evidently, behaved differently toward the vulnerable, hurting members of the family of the Son of Man.
So okay. I read these words, and I’m still asking myself whether I’m a sheep or a goat? If this is a test, do I pass or fail? And just like I never know whether I’ve done my best, I can’t tell whether I end up on the right hand or the left.
I mean, sure, I’ve fed a few people. I’ve donated some clothes. When I meet someone new, I try to be friendly. But I sure know plenty of people who’ve done plenty more than me along those lines. And not just theoretical far off people either, like Mother Theresa, or Bono. No, I mean I actually know some pretty amazing people when it comes to feeding, caring for, and visiting.
Which sends my imagination right back to those report card discussions, and the imaginary Judge asks, in a voice remarkably like my father’s, “Well, did you do the best you could?” Who knows?
This is a difficult, and scary reading.
What saves it, for me—what in the text itself saves me from the abyss—is when I finally notice that, according to Matthew, nobody else in this courtroom knows where they belong either. Neither the sheep nor the goats have a clue how they end up on the judge’s right or left hand.
“When was it that we saw you hungry and gave you food?” asks the sheep. The goats ask, “When did we ever see you in trouble and not take care of you?”
If we put ourselves right in and amongst this flock of clueless ruminants, then it becomes clear that any doubt and fussing about ‘Am I a sheep or a goat?’ is just wasted energy. It’s not our job to know who’s on the right and who’s on the left, not about ourselves or anybody else. In this courtroom, we are not the judge. (Sigh of relief.)
So then, on the other side of that dichotomy of the sheep vs. the goats, it becomes possible to focus on what this judge is really judging. Which seems to be, how did you live your life in relationship to other people? Not compared to how Mother Theresa lived her life. This is not a test, and the judge is not grading on the curve. Rather it seems to be a very one-on-one thing for the Judge. You saw me hungry, and you fed me. If you didn’t recognize me, well, that’s because you were feeding a member of my family. And to me, says the Judge, there’s no difference between me and a member of my family.
It turns out that this judge has a really big family, and they are all hurting in one way or another.
Once we can get past the distracting separation between the sheep and the goats, then all of a sudden we are in a world devoted to breaking down whatever separates us, one from the other. Whatever isolates anyone from the human family. The stranger is welcomed. The sick, the prisoner are not alone, but are cared for and visited. When we co-create and live in that world, it turns out, there is nothing to fear, because we are living in the presence of our God.
It is in this world—where someone who’s hungry isn’t a threat to my own supper, but a family member with a seat at the table—it’s in this world that we have a chance to escape from our own damnable isolation and break bread every day with our Savior. With the One who heals wounds and who gathers the sheep who have been scattered in thick darkness.
As Ezekial tells us, this is the nature of our God, a God who says, “I myself will search for my sheep, and will seek them out…. I will rescue them … I will feed them on the mountains [and] by the watercourses … I will seek the lost … I will bind up the injured, and I will strengthen the weak … but the fat and the strong … [the ones who shove the more vulnerable members of my flock to one side—they won’t do so well.] I will feed them [all] with justice.”
In describing the day of judgment, yes, Jesus issues a warning – a scary warning – and yet, wrapped up in this warning, it seems to me he also presents a way of life that’s full of opportunity. Not one single final exam, pass or fail, but a continuing stream of opportunity that presents itself day by day, moment by moment, age by age.
The opportunity to live as one with the whole human family. To sit at the same table with the hungry, the thirsty, the stranger, the one who is sick, or imprisoned, and to share in one meal out of God’s abundance, starting with the assurance that we are all members of the same clan—all sheep of the same fold.
Ezekial’s vision of our God, the One who gathers the scattered sheep and feeds them by the watercourses, this intermingling of vulnerability, generosity, kindness, and abundance brings to mind the writings of Hildegard of Bingen, a Benedictine abbess who lived in the 12th Century and wrote theological works that present the Creative force as a green, moist, and flowing presence on earth.
God’s soul is the wind rustling plants and leaves, the dew dancing on the grass, the rainy breezes making everything to grow. Just like this, the kindness of a person flows, touching those dragging burdens of longing. We [can] be a breeze helping the homeless, dew comforting those who are depressed, the cool, misty air refreshing the exhausted, and with God’s teaching we have got to feed the hungry. This is how we share God’s soul.
This is the opportunity that comes today, tomorrow, and everyday: a way of living with Jesus. Thanks be to God.
Delivered at St. Paul’s Episcopal Church in Port Townsend, Washington on November 20, 2011.
This opening prayer, an adaptation of the Sunday collect, was used at the 10:00 service:
Almighty and everlasting God, whose will it is to restore all things in your well-beloved Son: Mercifully grant that the peoples of the earth, scattered and starved in body and spirit, may be brought together and fed in the company of Christ our Savior; who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and for ever. Amen.
Readings for the day:
Ezekiel 34:11-16, 20-24
The quote from Hildegard of Bingen comes from “Hymn,” in A Little Daily Wisdom by Carmen Butcher, p. 195, as quoted on the blog “Spiritually Directed.”
Here’s an excerpt from a note my sister Rose sent me after reading this homily:
… just looked at the latest Courtyard. “clueless ruminants”!! That’s us isn’t it — endlessly chewing, chewing, chewing it over and over again. It goes down, it comes back up again. We chew. When we’re lucky enough to actually digest something, receive nourishment from it, and get rid of the waste — a time for celebration! …
Thanks, Rose — love those digestible thoughts!
Margaret, wish I could have heard you rather than just reading your excellent homily. You know me – I don’t believe in any hell except what we create for ourselves. What strikes me is that the sheep weren’t going around “seeing Jesus” in ever hungry, hurting person. They were just helping because they cared, they loved, and they acted. The goats did not care and did not act because they did not love, and would not have loved even had they seen Jesus in the suffering ones before tham. Without love, they are in the most awful hell imaginable. Jesus told us and everyone that, at center, love is the total answer. My personal belief is that God loves everyone and condemns no one, shuts no one out – but whoever chooses not to love creates a personal purgatory of horrible separation from the One who longs to see us all come home.
Thanks, Brad. Your comment makes me think about whether it’s possible to “do good” without love. If I feed the hungry out of a sense of duty rather than out of love, then am I in that purgatory of separation anyway? Are my “good” works worth anything without love?
Of course this is a question that has been endlessly argued-over by theologians for millennia, and I don’t really want to slug it out with the ancients! But as someone who isn’t always sure whether she’s acting from duty or from love, it’s an interesting question to ponder.
Clueless ruminants….endlessly doing the thing we love:chewing, chewing…Rose is too right. I think it does not matter whether we do what Jesus commands, to care for the poor, out of love or duty. Just do it. Chewing is the excuse for not doing. Love your homily. Picked you up at Sheila Bender’s writing It Real and scooted to your blog. I write the commentary on the anthem for Sunday service for my choir for focus and purpose both in the choice of the music and for it’s meaning and it’s application. This is something I thoroughly enjoy, for it is very important to know what we’re singing about. I plan to visit here often. My memoir is about a child consigned to an orphanage by an inadequate and overburdened bother in a time of war sand her widowhood. I write my own blog at http://www.makeminememoir.blogspot.com about the disciplines and tyrannies of memoir as it addresses abandonment and child abuse.Sheila has been my mentor, my editor, my instructor, encourager and friend for two years now.
Thanks, Barbarann, for your thoughts. Yes I agree about just doing it. Sometimes love grows out of duty. And if it doesn’t I can try doing something else. There are lots of ways to feed the hungry.
I read your latest blog post & agree with you about the value of online classes. There are some wonderful resources out there, available through the web in the comfort of own homes. It’s a miracle!