Sunday, January 25, 2015

Blessed are the meek: Another reason God doesn't care who wins the Super Bowl

Matthew 5:1-20

Russell Wilson, the quarterback for the Seattle Seahawks, created a minor stir this week—nothing as serious as deflated footballs, mind you, but a minor stir nonetheless—when he said that God prepared his team to win, that God wanted him to go back to the Super Bowl, and that this is “my season for Grace & Favor.” This is about as normal as sports clichés get, but, given our focus on the Beatitudes this week, I felt like maybe it’s the perfect intro into blessing.
Blessed are the poor in spirit, those who mourn, the meek, the hungry and thirsty, the merciful, the pure in heart, the peacemakers, the persecuted and the reviled. That’s a pretty long way from “Blessed are the Seahawks.”
For those of you who attended the event at Maria on Wednesday where Ben Hylden spoke about his experience I’m going to expand on some of the themes he talked about, but you should all know a little of the story. Ben was a high-schooler who was an athlete first, and a family member and Christian far after that, until a terrible accident and the repercussions of it pushed his life in an entirely different direction. One of the moments that hit me in his talk was when he decided he was done playing basketball, which was a decision he made not because he absolutely could not play anymore but because it just wasn’t worth the risk. He felt that God did not save him from his accident to play basketball, but for something much better.
Now, there’s nothing wrong with giving God credit for what we have or what we achieve, but there is a subtle line between doing that out of humility and doing it out of a different kind of arrogance—a Christian kind of arrogance that transforms the language of “I did this because I’m great” into “I did this because of my great faith”—and Russell Wilson’s comments probably strayed somewhere in that latter direction. So people rightly bristled. It’s a question of humility. To be humble requires more than giving God credit with your words, since that can be just as arrogant as claiming credit yourself. To imply that God blessed me because of my faith and because of my hard work is a humble brag par excellence.
Jesus proclaims that the meek and the poor and the merciful are blessed; not that they will be blessed in the end but that in their very nature of living out humility they are blessed by it. It’s not that the poor receive wealth, or that God is going to bless them by changing their situation; it’s that the suffering they endure in this world is mirrored by a divine reality where everything is flipped upside down. Blessed are you when you are persecuted, when you mourn, when you are lying half-dead in a ditch, because God can do something with a person half-dead; a person who understands their ultimate limitations, a person who understands it’s not about them. A good deal of the draw of Ben Hylden’s message was that image of him lying half-dead in the field, that juxtaposition of an athlete with all the physical tools to achieve great things against the harshness of a world where our bodies are vulnerable, where all things will someday come to an end, and for some it happens more immediately than anybody would expect. That strange paradox is where Christianity finds its home, because it’s not the great things we do that define us but the great things God does through those who are the least, the last, the littlest, the lost, the lonely, and the dead.[1]
It’s one thing to tell a story about a great team who has all the advantages. It’s another to talk about underdogs—David vs. Goliath or the Miracle on Ice. But both of those are still just stories about achievement—expected or unexpected. The story that matters above all else is more an underdog story; it is a story of death and resurrection. Ben’s story was about more than healing; at times it felt like he was only an underdog who defied odds, but then he would come back to a place that was deeper and more soulful. To be a Christian is not to overcome impossible odds; it’s to die and rise again.
So the meek are blessed in their meekness; the poor blessed in their poverty; because each of them is closer to the knowledge of their complete dependence on something greater than themselves. The more you turn away from accolades not because it’s the “right” thing to do but because humility is itself a blessing, the more you discover that Jesus knew what he was talking about. You keep your mouth shut not only because people don’t want to hear you talk about yourself; you also keep your achievements to yourself because the moment you open your mouth you admit your dependence on a thing that will only disappoint. Your achievements will come to an end, and if you live so deeply in that world that it’s the most important thing, then all you have left when it is gone is to look back on the glory days, wishing they could return. But it’s all a shell of a real thing. None of it is fulfilling.
It’s difficult to explain, especially to young people, that the happiest day of your life is not the most important. Understanding that distinction takes wisdom. Whether it’s a wedding or a state championship, or even the birth of a child, it’s not happiness that persists; it’s something much deeper. Most of our cultural messages tend toward the idea that happiness is what we’re after, but the honest truth is that happiness is not enough. Underdog stories are not enough. It’s not even enough to give God credit openly for our achievements, because there is a part of us that will always do even that with a kind of selfishness and arrogance.
Blessed are the meek in their meekness… for they will inherit the earth.
Have you ever stopped to think about that? The meek will inherit the earth. Garrison Keillor is fond of saying that, yes, the meek will inherit the earth, but so far all they’ve got is Minnesota and North Dakota. But even here we elect people who we see as strong figures, and we bemoan our terrible sports franchises, and we complain about the ways the economy is not serving us in particular, and we just generally do all sorts of things that show we are more than meek. It is incredibly difficult to imagine a world inherited by the meek. Every time a politician admits he or she doesn’t know they get lambasted for lacking decisiveness. We expect our leaders to play the game, pretending they know everything, feigning strength. Humility is weakness. Meekness is the opposite of what you want in a leader.
This is part of what the temple elite hated in Jesus. This wasn’t the vision they had for a Messiah either. But the key is in that phrase “they will inherit the earth.” What does Jesus mean? Will the meek take over from the proud and the strong? Will the way everybody thinks about power change? I don’t think so. See, throughout the Beatitudes Jesus is painting a wider picture. He says “their reward is great in heaven,” which we tend to interpret as “they will one day go to heaven” but, in the context of Jesus’ victory over death, what it more likely means is that the one who reigns over heaven—in other words, God—values humility over pride and meekness over arrogance. After all, the meek will inherit the earth; not only a spiritual reward but a physical one, a tangible one.
Here, early in his ministry, Jesus is setting the table for a different kind of vision. He is coming not to remove us from the world but to cleanse the world from this veneer we call sin. He isn’t coming to take us up to heaven; he’s coming to bring heaven down to us. He’s going to do this on the cross, and then he’s going to do it again when the world is over, and then—right then—it will be the meek who rule. It will be the humble, and those who are mourning, and those who are persecuted—the bullied, the friendless, the people we scoff at. They are given the new heaven and the new earth. They are the ones who reign in the place that Ben Hylden described; that deeper reality that is here with us. It’s not that this is only a someday promise. It’s also a today promise. We need not look forward to the end of the world, looking for signs and heavenly portents. It is here all around us in this thing we call living. Your end of the world may be coming today, or tomorrow, but it is most assuredly coming.
So what to do? What to do?
Well, Jesus says to repent, which is the ultimate act of humility. It’s taking a good long look at yourself and admitting all the ways that you don’t add up. It’s imagining yourself lying half-dead in a ditch and thinking, “I could have done so much more. I could have been a better son or daughter, parent, Christian…”—you name it. It doesn’t take so dramatic a moment. It shouldn’t. But we live our lives mostly in the world of efficiency where we are measured by what we achieve and quantified by statistics. Meekness and humility have little place there. So, like Russell Wilson, we bring God into our achievements; we attempt to live our faith in that world of prestige, but it ends up sounding hollow. Worse still, it sometimes sounds like braggadocio.
This isn’t an underdog story. You didn’t achieve things because of your faith. God doesn’t influence football games, or test scores—at least not because God likes to favor people with strong faith. Instead, this is a resurrection story. God takes those who are dead—the losers—and transforms the rules of the game. So, the honest truth: if you want to hear about God those reporters should be talking to the losers, but not the Packers. Not even the Vikings (though that would be getting closer). No, they should go to the ones who don’t even make the team, who fail at the game entirely. They’re the ones who must tell us about God’s work in the world. But we mostly don’t ask: they make us feel ashamed and uncomfortable. They might say things we don’t like. They might question what is most important.
Maybe it’s not winning. Maybe it’s not happiness. Maybe it’s meekness and humility. And maybe those who have it and do succeed will never tell us about it, so maybe we’ll never hear that story. They won’t claim to be an underdog, because they know it’s not enough. We’ll never know they were dead but now live. That’s why Jesus had to say it for us: Winning? You think that’s it? No. Blessed are the meek, the reviled, the ones lying half-dead in a ditch, because Jesus is coming. The rules of the game are flipped. More than underdogs, we are dead. Stone-cold dead. And if you believe that there is a promise to the dead, then we can start talking about what it means to win.


[1] To use Robert Farrar Capon’s words.

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