The Twenty-First Sunday After Pentecost Exodus 20: 1- 4, 7-9, 12 – 20
The Rev. Bambi Willis Matthew
When the chief priests and the
Pharisees heard his parables, they realized that he was speaking about them.
Matthew 21: 45
“The owners of the land came onto the land, or more often a spokesman of the owners came,” writes John Steinbeck in The Grapes of Wrath. “They came in closed cars, and they felt the dry earth with their fingers, and sometimes they drove big earth augurs into the ground for soil tests. The tenants, from their sun-beaten dooryards, watched uneasily when the closed cars drove along the fields. And at last the owner men drove into the dooryards and sat in their cars to talk out of the windows. The tenant men stood beside the cars for a while, and then squatted on their hams and found sticks with which to mark the dust.”
Back in the 1930’s in the
In our reading from the gospel of Matthew this morning we meet a landowner who has leased a vineyard to tenant farmers. When the landowner sends his slaves to collect the fruit, they are beaten, killed and stoned. Not even the landowner’s son escapes the wrath of the tenant farmers. The son, like the slaves, is killed.
The parable is a story of God’s
dealings with
A first century Palestinian
audience would not need Steinbeck to tell them about the realities of tenant
farming. New Testament scholars tell us
that a good bit of Palestinian land at that time was held by foreign landlords. As a result, some Jews were bent upon
revolution and overthrowing foreign oppression.
These Jews would have wanted nothing better than to take their land back
by any means. At the other extreme were
the religious leaders who sought an uneasy peace with imperial
Jesus disappointed both
groups. Jesus refused to take up arms
against
The lot of a tenant farmer is precarious
for sure. A tenant farmer is beholden to
another. And most of us, for sure, would
not opt to join Steinbeck’s fictitious Joad family as
they sought work and a new life in
This week, if nothing else, put us all on notice that the power of the free market system is limited. Bank failures, home foreclosures and bailout debates left many of us wondering, some of us in despair, and a few desperate. The god of economics is real but not all powerful. And this week that god did not make good on his promises.
Perhaps the worst part of this economic tragedy is that what we thought we knew about the economic system somehow turned out to be false. The god of the free market system turned against us and we don’t know why.
And so Steinbeck prophetically writes: “If a bank or a finance company owned the land, the owner man said, The Bank – or the Company – needs – wants –insists – must have –as though the Bank or the Company were a monster, with thought and feeling, which had ensnared them. These last would take no responsibility for the banks or the companies because they were men and slaves, while the banks were machines and masters all at the same time.”
Monsters, machines and masters
could care less about who works for them.
You and I are interchangeable and indifferent to these gods. These gods shed no tears when one of us is
plowed under, putting another in their place as readily as changing a
tire. Late this week, a man in
We know maybe this week more than
most that we are tenants working on someone else’s land. This week, the world in which we live was reminded
that economics is powerful. But if
economics is lord and this week is illustrative, we have much to fear. Not too long ago, our world was shaken by
terrorists and violence seemed to be lord.
If the world is ruled by violence, we have much to fear. When the parable we read this morning was
first heard,
God is the owner of a vineyard and we are God’s tenants. God has created us to bring forth fruit from a vineyard we did not create. This week the world got a little more anxious, a little less secure, a little less trusting that this world is meant to be a vineyard and not a shopping mall. This week the world has a right to wonder “Who is our landlord?” What will we say to this world? What do we believe? And how will we care for a world that is very sure they live under someone’s lordship but is not always sure who that someone is. You and I will affirm this morning that God is Lord. And we will leave hear with an invitation to bear witness to the world of that truth in word and deed.
Claimants to the throne of lordship of our lives will be legion. Always was, always will be. The lord of our lives might be money or fame or success or simply a good reputation. The lord of our lives might be something more altruistic like taking care of our children or our spouse or our parents. We worship a lord who said: “For whoever does the will of my Father in heaven is my brother and sister and mother;” “let the dead bury their own dead;” “Give to the emperor the things that are the emperor’s and to God the things that are God’s” – in other words, we worship a Lord who trumps all other claims without regard.
Steinbeck ends his great novel with an incredibly moving scene. Rose of Sharon, the Joad’s family youngest child suckles a dying man. She gives what she has so that someone else may live. The scene is repulsive. The breasts of a young woman are meant for an infant not a grown man. But the man is dying of starvation and Rose of Sharon has milk. In the midst of death, Rose of Sharon offers life and when she does she lives no longer in a dust bowl but the vineyard of the Lord.