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And Jesus Asked, “Could You Not Keep Watch for One Hour?”

24 Mar

jesus_kneeling(a sermon for March 24, 2013, Palm Sunday; fifth in a series, based on Mark 14:32-42)

One of very first jobs in the “real world” was that of a midnight security guard on the weekends at the newspaper plant of the Bangor Daily News.

Actually, to call me a “security guard” was a gross exaggeration of the facts: I had no uniform, I carried no weapon, and I had absolutely no authority to deal with any situation that might have arisen!  Fact was, I was there for insurance purposes; my job (my only job!) was to walk around to about 15 different stations around the mostly empty plant once an hour, punching a time clock at each station so that the insurance company would know that everything was fine and somebody was keeping an eye on things; which was interesting, because had anything actually gone wrong, I wouldn’t have been able to do anything about it!  In fact, I remember asking my supervisor what I should do if I ran into an intruder or some kind of dangerous situation, and his answer was simple:  run!

It was a terrific job, though, especially for a young seminarian with a boatload of schoolwork to do – basically, as long as I did my walk around the building every hour, the rest of the time was my own.  The only hard and fast rule was that I could not, under any circumstances, fall asleep on the job – the insurance company needed to have that regular, hourly accounting and the time clocks were such that there was no fudging on that rule!  So it was crucial that I stay awake, which seemed simple enough when I took the job, but as it turned out this was the hardest part!  Turns out that reading thick volumes of Church History and Systematic Theology at four in the morning doesn’t aid in keeping you awake – and though I drank all the coffee I could hold, turned up the radio and sang along with every song that played, there was always this period of time in the wee hours of the morning when it was actually painful to try to keep my eyes open!  I knew I shouldn’t fall asleep; I knew I couldn’t if I wanted to keep the job, but what I remember even now is how overwhelming that urge to sleep could be, and how very close I came a number of times getting caught at it (Friends, I may well have invented the concept of the “power nap!”)!

I tell you this as a way of confessing that on some level I understand how the disciples could fall asleep that night in the garden of Gethsemane; how, even when Jesus had said to them that he was “deeply grieved, even to death,” and for them to wait and keep watch; even when the disciples seemed to know that their master was struggling with what was about to unfold (to the point of where Luke, in his version of this story, tells us that Jesus was actually sweating blood!), still the disciples’ eyes became heavy and their bodies overwhelmed by the need for slumber.

Over the centuries, many historians have theorized that the events of that night, and all that Jesus had said to them had simply drained all their strength and resistance; others have suggested that maybe it was the Passover feast itself, the dinner and the wine, that had left them drowsy, not unlike how you and I might feel after a big Thanksgiving dinner.  Then again, Luke asserts that the disciples were “exhausted from sorrow,” overcome with grief in anticipation of what was to come; and truly, anyone who’s been through it knows that grief can be physically and emotionally exhausting.  Or maybe the disciples didn’t fully appreciate what was happening; and didn’t want to see this for what it truly was; sleep was a way of pretending that what Jesus had been telling them wasn’t really true, that after a good night’s sleep everything would be better and things would go on the same as they had before.

We don’t know why, exactly; only that on this long, dark night of prayerful agony, it ended up that Jesus’ disciples – his closest friends – not once, but three different times had to be rousted out of their sleep.  And you can almost hear the disappointment in Jesus’ voice when he finds them sleeping and asks this question:  “Could you not stay awake for one hour?”  It is a moment of profound sadness and vulnerability in Jesus which is arguably unlike anything else we see in the gospels up to that point; and not only is it the point that the Passion begins for Jesus (you’ll notice that our reading this morning ends with the arrival of his “betrayer”), it is also the point where the Passion begins for us as well.

All throughout this Lenten season, we’ve been looking at some of the questions that Jesus asks in the Gospel story; and what we’ve found out is that each of these questions has a rather startling way of cutting to the very heart of our lives! But this time, I have to confess that I don’t want it to, because in truth, this question – Could you not keep watch for one hour? – might be one the hardest one of all.

You see, I don’t want to think that on the night of our Lord’s greatest agony, I would have fallen asleep.  I don’t want to consider that there was a time when the one that I need more than life itself needed me, and I might well have been among those who could not even have stayed awake long enough to give him that.

This is one of those times that I don’t want to think of myself as one of the disciples, or even one of countless others who followed along behind them; because you see, if I were like those who could not even have kept watch for one hour, then maybe I could have just as easily have denied knowing Jesus at the moment it mattered the most, like Peter;

Or it might have been possible that I would have cried out with the rest of the angry mob to crucify him;

Or that I’d have joined with the countless people along the streets who stood by and watched with morbid fascination as the Roman guards mocked him and beat him within an inch of his life;

Looking on as they made him carry his own cross up the long and narrow streets of Jerusalem to the hill of Golgotha; standing helplessly, saying and doing nothing, as they nailed his hands and feet to cross and hung him in blistering hot morning sun to die a slow and painful death.

To be very honest, I don’t want to answer Jesus when he asks me:  “Could you not keep watch for one hour?”

I want to stay at the Palm Sunday parade, thank you very much; I want to shout my Hosannas and wave palm branches in “festal adoration!”  And then I want to come back next Sunday and join in the alleluias and resurrection hymns: I don’t want Maundy Thursday to interfere with that; I don’t want to have to wait in the garden as the darkness descends, I certainly do not want to face the agony of the cross; and above all, I don’t want to be confronted with my own weakness and shame and utter brokenness before God, because then I would have to admit that I was there when they crucified my Lord. And the thought of that does, as the song goes, cause me to tremble.

It seems like an impossible question.  But it’s our answer that makes all the difference as to whether next Sunday will truly break as a bright and glorious day of resurrection, or merely as another fun celebration of springtime, bunnies and marshmallow chicks. The truth is that there’s more going on here than whether or not the disciples can keep their eyes wide open in the wee hours. What Jesus is asking them and asking us is whether we’re able to be with him in all that is to come; whether we’re fully able to embrace what God was asking of him as Maundy Thursday dawned inevitably into the Friday that is so unthinkably referred to as “Good.”

And it’s not easy to answer; because to be with Jesus now puts us face to face not only with the utter pain and absurdity of human life, not only with the reality of sin and death, but also places us at the foot of the cross on which we see above us the one who took on our pain, our sin and our death as his own. It’s hard – excruciatingly hard – and it ultimately defies our human understanding and sensibility; but that is how we need to be with him if we are also to rise with him at the day of resurrection.

The ancient church had a name for this, you know: they called it “the celebration of our Lord’s Pascal mystery,” which means, quite literally, “the mystery of Christ’s passion;” how it is that Christ’s death on the cross cannot ever be separated from his resurrection; how it is that our faith, our very salvation hinges on the sacrifice made on that cross; how it is that you and I, though undeserving, are redeemed by that act; how it is that this one single act of sacrifice, the bruises by which we are healed, brings us to the crossroads of all human history, and brings us into the kingdom of God.  As John Howard Yoder has written, “the cross is not a detour or a hurdle on the way to the kingdom, nor is it even the way to the kingdom; it is the kingdom come.”

Are you willing to wait with me for one hour? One day?  One week? That’s what Jesus is asking us on this Palm Sunday morning, friends.  Palm Sunday – this day of great paradox, a celebration of joy and triumph that also points the way of agony and shame; the glory of Christ’s entry into Jerusalem that becomes the looming sadness of the passion.  But it is when we keep vigil with him on this “holy week,” in prayer and devotion, confronting ourselves at the foot of his cross that we are met by the brightness of God’s presence and glory in Jesus’ resurrection.  It is a difficult vigil; and overwhelming for us as it was for the disciples before us; but as Ann Weems says beautifully in one of her poems, “It’s Golgotha that we fear… [but] keeping covenant means keeping covenant under a cross as well as by an empty garden tomb.”   It is indeed only in dying with Christ that we rise with Christ.

So let us not be found sleeping on this Holy Week; but rather, let us stay awake, keeping watch with him in the bleak darkness of the night. And “let the same mind be in [each one of us] that was in Christ Jesus, who… humbled himself and became obedient to the point of death – even death on a cross.  Therefore God also highly exalted him and gave him the name that is above every name, so that at the name of Jesus every knee should bend, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.”(Philippians 2)

Thanks be to God, beloved …thanks be to God!

Amen and AMEN!

c. 2013  Rev. Michael W. Lowry

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Posted by on March 24, 2013 in Holy Week, Jesus, Lent, Sermon, Sermon Series

 

One response to “And Jesus Asked, “Could You Not Keep Watch for One Hour?”

  1. Mom

    March 25, 2013 at 12:46 pm

    Again we are reminded that we are so human

     

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