First Sunday of the Last Week – Chapter 1

There’s been a saying bumping around my church world off and on for about 20 years:
“Christ came into the world to comfort the afflicted and afflict the comfortable.”

A little reading of the gospels might just confirm that in your mind.  Jesus spent time healing the sick and preaching about helping the poor while spending a few choice words on the wealthy.  While that feels like a good Christian aphorism, it’s not from the Bible.  Check out this link.  I’ve confirmed this from other sources and it seems this little saying was first applied to newspapers 1902.  Christian preachers started applying it to the church around 1987 and I recall first hearing it in a church setting in the mid-1990‘s.  Despite the saying’s origin, it can be seen throughout Jesus’s ministry.  We’ll see that as we unwind the events of his last week.

When I approached this first chapter of, The Last Week, in 2011 I spent much of my thought relating what happened 2,000 years ago to my current Palm Sunday experiences, like being given palm branches to wave, or marching around the building during Sunday service.

This time I am stuck by a phrase that Borg and Crossan use a lot in this chapter: domination system.  The authors spend sometime discussing this and I am struck by its importance in my current thinking about this week.

The domination system was the Roman occupation and how the Romans held control over Jerusalem and the Jewish people.  It was a system of oppression that used local collaborators to enforce control and gain what the Roman’s really wanted: Tribute in the form of taxes, heavy taxes.  Normal Roman protocol was to send in the Roman Legions to conquer and then put locals in charge of a new puppet government.  These collaborators were allowed to hold power as long as they kept the peace and kept the tribute flowing to Rome.  In the early years of Jesus’s time this local ruler was Herod, but at the time of Jesus’s march into Jerusalem, Herod was gone and Rome had installed a local military governor, Pontius Pilate.

Pilate maintained control with a garrison of troops and by selecting the priests who ran the Jewish Temple in Jerusalem.  The Temple was the center of the community and they aided the Romans by collecting taxes and other methods.  The priests acted to legitimize the domination of Rome in the name of God.  Over time the general population got poorer as land was converted to producing crops and goods for Rome rather than for the Jewish people.

Wealth became concentrated in the hands of the few at the top and some of the things the temple use to do, like caring for the poor, fell away.  Any priest who wanted to keep his job in the temple, supported Rome, not Jewish custom or theology.  This set the stage for general conflict between the Jewish people and the temple authorities and ultimately Rome.

On the last page of the chapter, the authors state that there are two themes for the week:
Death and resurrection – as many of us have been taught in church.
Confrontation with the domination system – as Jesus did all week.

It’s the latter of these two that interest me at the moment.  Jesus’s message to his followers was in direct opposition to the message coming out of Jerusalem and the Roman occupation.  He’d already had a few run ins with religious authorities and likely knew his teaching made them a little nervous – especially as his following grew.  There’s a lot going on here – more than just a guy riding into town on a colt with crowds waving palm branches.

What really gets my mind working isn’t that he came to confront the system but rather how he chose to do it – first with a bit of political theater and later by willingly walking to his death.  The theater part is his ride into Jerusalem.  What doesn’t get talked about in the gospel is what was happening on the other side of town when Jesus was doing his thing.  Over there Pilate was marching into the city at the head of a Roma Legion with all the pomp and ceremony that the Romans could muster.

It should be noted that Pilate didn’t live in Jerusalem – he had a nice palace down by the sea – and only came to Jerusalem to be in the city during the Jewish Passover.  This event gathered a great number of Jews into the city and swelled the city population.  Historically there were always problems with this many people and more than a few anti-Roman agitators running through the city.  The Roman solution – send the governor in with an army large enough to suppress any likely trouble.  First, Pilate marched his troops through the city with an impressive display of arms and military strength – enough to impress the locals of the futility of resisting.  Then Pilate would take up residence in Jerusalem until the crowds went home.

Jesus on the other side of town does the opposite – rides into the city on a non-military animal at the head of an unarmed group of followers proclaiming his usual messages which did get the crowds worked up and hopeful.  It was a courageous move to openly declare his presence in the city and let it be known his criticism of the system was here.   He knew that such a move would put his life at risk, but yet he does it and leads his disciples on the same path.  If we think of this as a model for personal action, it makes me wonder if I have been courageous enough in my life when standing up to injustice.

So, on Palm Sunday (as we call it), Jesus rides into Jerusalem to comfort those afflicted by the domination system and give them hope of something  better.

He will start afflicting the comfortable temple authorities on Monday.

Till next week,
Andrew

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The Lessons of Water Wheel Falls

Teacher,
Watcher,
Carer,
Defender,
Friend,
Mother of the twelve year-old boy.

Teacher says “Boots tie like this
Hoist the pack like this
Sleeping bag here, food there, jacket on top
Now, take the map and the lesson taught
And led the way
For I long to see the water fall.”

She led from back
Letting me think it was me.
Who knew mothers could
scramble up the rock
or walk the log across the creek
Not graceful or fast, but proved it done.

The trail too long for short legs
Heights that take the breath away
can’t go on as strength and air fail.
Go on we must, teacher says
Step and rest, step and rest
Slowly up the hill go and to the shade of camp.

Her hands light the fire,
cook the food,
instructs mine to gather the wood,
cover the ground for a bed,
fetch the water to wash,
watch for the bear who might.

In the midday light
Arching high wheels of water
Spring from the walls of the gorge
A sight never to be forgotten
Grand mysteries fill the young mind
while age cools her feet in shallow pool.

Years roll on
Memory fades
but lessons remain
Step and rest, move as you can
The gorge can be crossed
The majesty can be found.

How then at the end of days
does one stand here?
Listening to doctors saying.
Needing to tell her
that it’s time
for the last lesson.

 

This is a poem I’ve written for my book.  It’s in the second part of the book where I share about my mother’s final days with pancreatic cancer.  The subject is one of the strongest memories I have of my mother – our hike to Water Wheel Falls.  I described this in a post a couple of years ago titled, Trails, Love and Hardtack.  Standing by her bed in her final days, it was also a memory that was often on my mind.

Till next time,

Andrew

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Lent Today and Four Years Ago

I started this blog on April 13, 2011 – four years ago.  The idea was to start a blog with a simple task I set for myself for Easter week.  I had read the book, The Last Week, by Marcus Borg and John Crossan, the year before and found it interesting.  The book follows Jesus’s week from Palm Sunday to Easter Sunday, with each chapter in the book covering a single day’s events.  The task I set was to read a chapter a day and write a blog post about it.

That’s where the name of this blog started, “Andrew’s View of the Week.”  The domain was available and I decided not to stress over the name too much.  I’ve expanded the themes I write about a lot over the years and lately have been doing more poetry.  It’s not the greatest name, but it’s mine.

The idea behind the original task was really two-fold – to engage in a spiritual study during holy week and to force myself to the keyboard and write.  It worked to a certain extent, although it took getting prostate cancer to really drive home the need to write consistently.  As a spiritual study it did work to teach me things about the events of that week that I never really understood before.

It’s this week in Jesus’s story that really defines many of my core spiritual beliefs. Things such as forgiveness, sacrifice, non-violence, loving one another and courage.

The season of Lent starts on the 18th and my mind is drawn again to this book and that exercise I did four years ago.  I thought I’d revisit it and read, The Last Week, as part of my personal Lenten study – with a small difference or two.

When I did this the first time I found myself very pressed for time to do the reading and writing in just eight days.  It wasn’t a lot of time for prayerful reflection of the material.  This time I’ll something similar but I’ll do it over eight weeks starting the Monday before Lent and ending the Monday after Easter.  I’ll refer back to my 2011 writings and update my thinking and insights – so those should be short posts…

During this season of Lent I’ll be doing three posts a week to maintain both a spiritual and writing discipline.  On Sundays I’ll post a poem – likely one from my book since I need to keep that project moving.  Mondays become, “Meditative Monday” where I’ll post a link to my 2011 piece along with a short essay with any new or different thoughts I have.  Wednesday will still be for woodworking as I find working in my shop to be a creative activity and in my world creativity is a spiritual practice that brings me closer to the spirit.

I’d like to thank all of you who have been following my blog.  It’s hard to describe the warm feeling I get knowing that I have so many people reading and liking my little bits of writing.  It’s also difficult at times for me to wrap my brain around the fact that I’ve written 260 posts and that people I’ve never met in person have read them.

Thanks!

Till next time,
Andrew

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Lucidity

Instead of a wood working post. I am rebloging a post from one of my favorite blogs, Cast Light. Today’s thought is particularly interesting to me as I’ve been having similar thoughts lately.

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“Most days weren't clear when you were in them.” ― Naomi Shihab Nye “Most days weren’t clear when you were in them.” ― Naomi Shihab Nye

“Older now, you find holiness in anything that continues.” – Naomi Shibab Nye

As the days go faster and we go slower, we may long for days gone by, our youth. But the days slow when we remain squarely within each one, fully aware and awake. Wiser from what was and hope-filled for what is to come. The wide path becomes narrow and we can see and appreciate what is most important.

As the need to prove oneself subsides, moments linger and connections grow deeper. Creating and being replace competing and doing. And if we are fortunate to find clarity in the days when we are in them, we discover what has been there the entire time…love expands, multiples, grows, sustains and is what we are here to do. Our moments become holy.

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