“they did not receive
him, because his face was set toward Jerusalem.” Luke 9:53
If only…
We all have those moments where we think… “if only…” “if
only I had taken that job…” “if only I had asked her to dance…” “if only I had
bought that lotto ticket….” We could probably write a book filled with the “if
only” moments of our lives.
I remember once missing out on a beautiful experience. I was at an amusement park…Storybookland…and
there was an attraction you walked through.
It was the story of Alice in Wonderland, and you walked through the
retelling of the story. There was one
room that you could walk into or bypass.
I remember very distinctively trying to make that decision. The room flickered with an unnatural seeming
light and there was a dense fog pouring out from it. I was scared and yet excited at the
possibility of the time. But I gave into
my fear and I took the bypass. I have no
idea what was in that room and probably never will. It may seem silly or inconsequential, but for
me, this was a missed opportunity.
Missed opportunities are all around us…each and every
day. We have missed opportunities to eat
foods, or spend time with friends, or perhaps to get some work done. We miss opportunities to enjoy life…or most
importantly, to experience God’s grace.
Today’s gospel lesson is about such a town in Samaria. In Luke’s gospel, this event takes place
after a very key turning point in the gospel.
In 9:51, Jesus has “set his face toward Jerusalem.” This means that after this point, Luke will
focus on Jesus’ travel to Jerusalem—his death and his resurrection. But along his way, he sends out his messengers
to announce the way. He goes into the
towns that will receive him and preach the good news.
But this town won’t receive him.
But why? We are told
in an interesting way, “that did not receive him, because his face was set toward Jerusalem.” Why wouldn’t they? What was the big deal about Jesus going to
Jerusalem? A couple of things come to mind.
First, they won’t receive him because he has not come to see
them.
This village in the middle of Samaria was not Jesus’ terminal point. In other words, Jesus wasn’t about them. Perhaps they felt as if Jesus should come and
live with them, or that his face should have been set towards them. Perhaps they felt that if he really cared, he
would have dwelt and preached with them. By going to Jerusalem, they can see
that they are just a stepping stone and unimportant to Jesus.
We may feel like this from time to time. We may feel that we are unimportant and that
Jesus…or rather anybody at all…doesn’t really care for us. We are just an abandoned outpost in the
middle of the desert that nobody really takes an interest in. We are nothing. In our pride we say that if we aren’t going to
acknowledged as important, than we’d rather not be acknowledged at all. We want the show to be all about us and we
want to be the terminal point, the end place that people are coming to, not just
a side stop along the way.
Except that this is completely untrue. This village…and us…are not just side
shows. We are the reason that Jesus goes
to Jerusalem. He needs to go to
Jerusalem…to die for us and to set us free, but somehow we can’t see that. We can’t see the big picture. We can’t see that the love of God does not
make us unimportant. We are all part of the
big picture, we just never know our part.
This village missed the point and sent Jesus on his way…how many times
do we do the same?
But more than this…it was the fact that Jesus was going to Jerusalem - that was the end of the deal
for this village. Samaritans and Jews
never got along. They were fighting
cousins and could never fully reconcile themselves to each other, despite even the
Psalmists plea for unity (Ps. 133).
Rather, in this moment…all of the ancient racism, pettiness, jealousy,
ethnic hatred reared its ugly head once more and the people decided to forgo a
blessing of God.
Jonah felt the same way about the people of Nineveh. When God told him to go, he ran the exact opposite
direction. Jonah never got over his
hatred of the people of Nineveh and in the process missed out on the great
blessing of God’s forgiveness. Jonah
could not rejoice in the repentance of the people of Nineveh. He couldn’t celebrate with new believers and
hear great stories of renewed and healed lives.
Rather, he was left alone with his bitterness and anger in the noonday
sun.
We…I…am not all that different from this village in
Samaria. How many blessings of God do I
forgo because of my own pettiness? My
own hatred? My own jealousies? My own
refusal to allow God to work in me AND in others? How many times do I want to hoard the
blessings of God and keep them to myself rather than going out to celebrate and
to encourage people in the mission of God?
How many times do I refuse to receive Him?
I remember living with a friend who had more success in life
than I had. He was better at his job, he
had more friends and the ability to comment intelligently on almost any topic
in the world. Rather than celebrate with
him and rejoice in the gifts God had given him, I felt my own jealousy working
against me. Jealousy turned to anger and
anger turned to resentment and I never was able to work with him. I secretly hoped he would fail in his
endeavors and somehow my criticism and my hatred would be justified before
God.
There are people who irritate me. It is nothing in particular that they do,
they just irritate me. I find myself avoiding
them and making excuses not to talk to them or to engage with them. There are situations I avoid because they
make me uncomfortable. They would
stretch me beyond my comfort zone and therefore I come up with excuses not to
engage with them.
My heart is a sea of hate and I hate that it is.
In all of this, every time Jesus draws near, I refuse to receive
Him. I would rather hang on to my old
jealousies, my racism, and my hatred than to allow him to come in and preach
the Good News of the Kingdom of God.
The only recourse the people of his small village had was to
let go of their hatred and of their racism and to allow Jesus to enter in. That is the choice I face…that we all face…every
time Jesus draws near. Will we let go of
our hatred and receive him…or will we hold on to the old ways and miss the
blessing?
But if we keep missing the blessing…if we keep holding onto
our anger and our hatred…then our lives will be dominated by two simple and
lonely words…
“If only…”
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