Pentecost 17 (September 11, 2016)
Luke 15: 1-32 – Joy when the lost are found
15 Now the tax collectors and sinners were all gathering around to hear Jesus. 2 But the Pharisees and the teachers of the law muttered, “This man welcomes sinners and eats with them.”
3 Then Jesus told them this parable: 4 “Suppose one of you has a hundred sheep and loses one of them. Doesn’t he leave the ninety-nine in the open country and go after the lost sheep until he finds it? 5 And when he finds it, he joyfully puts it on his shoulders 6 and goes home. Then he calls his friends and neighbors together and says, ‘Rejoice with me; I have found my lost sheep.’ 7 I tell you that in the same way there will be more rejoicing in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who do not need to repent.
8 “Or suppose a woman has ten silver coins[a] and loses one. Doesn’t she light a lamp, sweep the house and search carefully until she finds it? 9 And when she finds it, she calls her friends and neighbors together and says, ‘Rejoice with me; I have found my lost coin.’ 10 In the same way, I tell you, there is rejoicing in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner who repents.”
11 Jesus continued: “There was a man who had two sons. 12 The younger one said to his father, ‘Father, give me my share of the estate.’ So he divided his property between them.
13 “Not long after that, the younger son got together all he had, set off for a distant country and there squandered his wealth in wild living. 14 After he had spent everything, there was a severe famine in that whole country, and he began to be in need. 15 So he went and hired himself out to a citizen of that country, who sent him to his fields to feed pigs. 16 He longed to fill his stomach with the pods that the pigs were eating, but no one gave him anything.
17 “When he came to his senses, he said, ‘How many of my father’s hired servants have food to spare, and here I am starving to death! 18 I will set out and go back to my father and say to him: Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. 19 I am no longer worthy to be called your son; make me like one of your hired servants.’ 20 So he got up and went to his father.
“But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him.
21 “The son said to him, ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son.’
22 “But the father said to his servants, ‘Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. 23 Bring the fattened calf and kill it. Let’s have a feast and celebrate. 24 For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’ So they began to celebrate.
25 “Meanwhile, the older son was in the field. When he came near the house, he heard music and dancing. 26 So he called one of the servants and asked him what was going on. 27 ‘Your brother has come,’ he replied, ‘and your father has killed the fattened calf because he has him back safe and sound.’
28 “The older brother became angry and refused to go in. So his father went out and pleaded with him. 29 But he answered his father, ‘Look! All these years I’ve been slaving for you and never disobeyed your orders. Yet you never gave me even a young goat so I could celebrate with my friends. 30 But when this son of yours who has squandered your property with prostitutes comes home, you kill the fattened calf for him!’
31 “‘My son,’ the father said, ‘you are always with me, and everything I have is yours. 32 But we had to celebrate and be glad, because this brother of yours was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’”
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A letter from Paul Matheny and Mary Nebelsick — Philippines
It is 5 am in the morning and I am sitting at the dining room table. The roosters are crowing outside and our cats are running and jumping all over the furniture. My thoughts are with you and with the people I met this past week. I travelled two hours from our home in Dasmariñas Cavite to Manila to participate in a doctoral student’s dissertation defense. This is our usual trip. We walk to the bus stop, take a bus to a central terminal, change to a city bus, walk a little way and change to a smaller jeep and get down at the University.
The University was particularly quiet that day since the Philippines was celebrating the EDSA Revolution, the day that they peacefully freed themselves from the Marcos dictatorship and returned to democratic rule. Many people had gathered in public places to celebrate this liberation over tyranny. In the Union Theological Seminary boardroom we were also talking about liberation. We were discussing a dissertation devoted to conflict transformation. Our student, a woman pastor, devoted to her congregation, asked, “Can conflict be transformed into growth? Can death be turned into life?” She was concerned with all the violence within and without the church and developed a curriculum to begin to address the problem. Women in the Philippines are dedicated to addressing issues of violence. Its destructiveness seeps into every part of life. “We have to begin to find a way to talk about conflict,” she insisted. “We must find ways of working through conflict so that a new vision of church life can emerge.”
At the end of the dissertation defense I was given three oranges. They were lovely, perfect globes that fit exactly in the palm of my hand. Their skins gave off a spicy, clean perfume that promised sweetness. I carefully placed them in my bag because they seemed too beautiful to eat.
After the defense I got into a jeep to travel one hour to another part of Manila. I was going to visit a fellow faculty member who had contracted a high fever and fallen into a coma. I decided to give him the oranges. Perhaps, I thought, the sweetness would remind his family of God’s perfect goodness and the sweetness that lies beneath the outer, seemingly impenetrable surface. But when I got to the hospital I was disappointed. He was not there. He had been transferred.
The oranges stayed nestled in my bag. I sadly made my long way back home. The jeep was full of tired passengers sitting facing each other. Most people were leaving the hospital with large manila folders containing x-rays and doctor’s orders. The jeep made a stop at the famous Quiapo church that houses the statue of Jesus known as the Black Nazarene.
At the Church another passenger entered the jeep. He did not duck his head to climb into the back of the jeep and bend down to sit on the benches that line the side of the jeep as did all the other passengers. Instead he crawled in on his hands and knees. In his hand he held a rag and with it began to wipe everyone’s feet. Most of us were wearing sandals or flip-flops and his soft rag brushed against our toes and skimmed the soles of our feet encrusted with the city’s grime. When he had wiped all our feet, he raised himself up onto his knees and held out his shaking hand to ask for donations. Most people physically shied away from him and looked down at their laps, not willing to make a connection. I looked into his face. I was surprised to see the face of a young man with dyed reddish orange hair and a pleading look in his eyes. Into his outstretched hand, I placed an orange. Its scent filled the jeep. He looked at it, surprised, smiled at me and ducked out of the vehicle a little taller, and a little more sure of himself.
I could still feel the slight pressure of his rag on my foot and thought of Jesus who washed his disciples’ feet. My feet seemed to have been blessed by this unknown young man. The orange I gave him had been transformed from a simple piece of fruit to a foretaste of God’s love. The young man who had expected rejection had experienced acceptance. Instead of resentful looks he had received hope. In this small way, we both witnessed to a new kind of life where the delicious things in life are shared and all of God’s people are invited to eat. I still had two more oranges in my bag waiting to be spent.
This is the way we, with your help, do ministry here in the Philippines. It is not only teaching, it is living the gospel in every aspect of our lives. Our teaching has a direct connection to all the people we meet, whether they are our students or the people we meet on the streets. Your gifts to us are the oranges, sweet and fragrant, that help us reach out to the people of the Philippines in love. Wherever we are, you are with us. We thank you with all our hearts.
In Christ,
Mary and Paul