Sunday, September 5, 2010

Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner

Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner

Robert J. Elder, Pastor

September 5, 2010


Luke 14:15-24

‘Go out at once into the streets and lanes of the town and bring in the poor,

the crippled, the blind, and the lame.’

And the slave said, ‘Sir, what you ordered has been done, and there is still room.’

Then the master said to the slave, ‘Go out into the roads and lanes,

and compel people to come in, so that my house may be filled.

For I tell you, none of those who were invited will taste my dinner.

I don’t know about you, but for me, I think it is that last line of our passage that haunts me the most. “None of those who were invited will taste my dinner.” None. Zero. Bagel point oh. Some people just aren’t going to make it to the party. At first glance, this goes against the grain of much contemporary thinking about the expansive and accepting grace of God. It certainly goes against what I like to think is essentially true about the nature of God. But we need to remember, it is not a declaration of the withdrawal of the invitation, it is a statement of fact about what is true in a world where people are free to turn toward God or not.

For generations, centuries even, the church has split into denominations, cults and factions trying to figure out who is going to be welcomed into God’s kingdom and who is not. Almost all religious groups began with some sort of self assurance about possessing this knowledge.

Catholics long believed that places at the heavenly table are reserved for those who die in a state of sacramental grace, who have made confession, received absolution, and last rites. Calvinists, for our part, historically believed that we would gather at the heavenly banquet only with those who were pre-selected as the elect of God, predestined from the mists of eternity to be among the saved. (Parenthetically, I sometimes wonder if Calvin really claimed procrastination, rather than predestination, as the chief doctrine of the Reformation.) Historically, millennial groups, such as the Seventh Day Adventists and Jehovah’s Witnesses stuck with a literal number found in the book of Revelation, declaring that only 144,000 would be among the saved. Fundamentalists in the tradition of the Southern Baptists expected to dine in heaven only with those who had identified a “born again” experience in the course of their lives at a certain date, place, and time. Pentecostalists believed heaven’s banquet is reserved only for those who have received the second spiritual baptism of ecstatic speaking in tongues. And so it goes with our human attempts to delineate the ways in which God will make room for folks in the Great Beyond.

But all the concern over splitting and dividing neglects to consider who the no-shows in Jesus’ parable actually were. Were they miscreants, people who had gotten their beliefs wrong, folks who didn’t memorize the appropriate creeds, or who failed on some test for religious orthodoxy? No. In fact, those might be good descriptions of the sort of folks who did get in to the party: far from passing tests for religious righteousness, the people who got to the party turned out to be any folks that the master’s servants could find sleeping under the bridge, dozing on the park benches, scraping around the bottom of the trash cans looking for returnable bottles. These were the ones who got admitted to the banquet. There is only one reason there were folks who got left out. They didn’t come. They were those who were invited but made up their minds not to come for some reason. Apparently the only standard necessary for acceptance into the banquet of the host was a willingness to show up.

The essence of the story seems to be this: The first people invited to the banquet refused the invitation, so then the host threw open the doors and invited everyone – and anyone – to come in and have a seat at the table. This reminds us of something we already know about our faith, which is that God’s grace is available to all, regardless of merit. Walt Whitman’s poem, “Song of Myself” expresses this truth about the gospel and this story:

“This is the meal pleasantly set...

this is the meat and drink for natural hunger,

It is for the wicked the same as the righteous...

I make appointments with all,

I will not have a single person slighted or left away,

The keptwoman and sponger and thief are hereby invited...

the [heavy-lipped] slave is invited...

the venerealee is invited,

There shall be no difference between them and the rest.”

For Luke, this is the story’s main point: The grace of God is extended to all sinners equally, both good and bad have been invited. Here is how Frederick Buechner describes the scene:

“...the champagne glasses are filled, the cold pheasant is passed around, and there they sit by candlelight with their white canes and their empty sleeves, their Youngstown haircuts, their orthopedic shoes, their sleazy clothes, their aluminum walkers. A woman with a hairlip proposes a toast. An old man with the face of [King] Lear on the heath and a party hat does his best to rise to his feet. A deaf mute thinks people are starting to go home and pushes back from the table...”[1]

In other words, when it comes to inviting every sinner to the banquet, we are likely to be surprised at the cast of characters who will be there in response to the inclusiveness of God’s invitation. When Jesus said, “For I tell you, none of those who were invited will taste my dinner,” he was not issuing a threat. We are not destined to be the victims of God’s choices about us, but our own. Even so, I think that perhaps God can save us from our own bad choices, I believe God is big enough to do that.

The host said to his servant, “Go out into the roads and lanes, and compel people to come in, so that my house may be filled.” Remember the fellow whose enthusiastic comments back at the beginning of chapter 14 launched Jesus’ teaching, including this parable? Finding himself with Jesus and the others in their privileged seats at the banquet in the house of the Pharisee, he had said, with no small hint of self-congratulation, “Blessed is anyone who will eat bread in the kingdom of God!” The final scene of the story must have been a surprising idea to this fellow. Probably he was not only enjoying the meal set before him, but feeling rather confident that his reservation was already taken for a seat at the messianic banquet in God’s kingdom. Yet when he looks over the guests at table in Jesus’ story, he sees no one who looks like himself, nor his friends and present dinner companions. Surprise! The host has invited anyone and everyone.

There is no place in scripture that suggests we have to do certain things or have certain abilities, or behave in socially appropriate fashion to be invited into the presence of God. This parable seems to make at least that point if no other. In fact, those who cling to the idea that their social acceptability or their possessions, or their high station are the most important assets they can bring before God are the very ones who make themselves incapable of coming to him when invited.

One commentator reflected on this idea, writing, “The point is that none of the people who had a right to be at a proper party came, and that all the people who came had no right whatsoever to be there. Which means, therefore, that the one thing that has nothing to do with anything is rights. This parable says we are going to be dealt with in spite of our deservings, not according to them ... Grace as portrayed here ... works in short by raising the dead, not by rewarding the living.”[2]

The host winds up throwing the sort of party at which his original guests – people of means who buy land, livestock – wouldn’t be caught dead. But by pointing this out, Jesus seems to say that “being caught dead is the only ticket to the Supper of the Lamb.”[3]

German pastor and theologian, Helmut Thielicke used to share a story of his own personal anguish from World War II. During the war, an 18 year-old soldier in a tank division came across one of Thielicke’s pamphlets, written for soldiers, which was titled, Where Is God? The young man wrote to Thielicke from the thick of battle in a letter filled with bitterness. “Everything you wrote is [junk]. I have yet to meet God anywhere. In fact, I have found more than ample evidence to disprove him, given all the horrible things I have seen and experienced.” Dr. Thielicke decided to keep the correspondence alive by writing to the young man. The exchange of letters seemed to get them nowhere, though. The young man remained bitter about religious faith, though interested enough to write back. Then one day Dr. Thielicke received a letter from the boy’s mother. Her son had been killed in action. She enclosed the son’s final letter, which had been included among his remaining personal effects which she received, and which he had been writing when called suddenly to duty only to be killed by an exploding shell. This would be a more satisfying story if the letter had showed some change of heart toward God. Instead, it included many of the same words of rejection as his previous letters.

Far from being the end of the matter, now Dr. Thielicke had the boy’s mother to deal with. She had read her son’s bitter denunciations of God. She was devastated. She wrote at the end of her own letter to Dr. Thielicke, “Can I expect to see my son in eternity?” It is likely that everything in her pious Lutheran faith up to that point in her life would have suggested that she expected to hear, “No, you should not expect God’s gracious offer to be extended indefinitely. Your son is lost.”

In the end, Thielicke wrote to her,[4]

“It is true that we are to pay earnest heed to God’s call while life’s clock is still running. But perhaps it is also true that God has other ways to come to us... even beyond death... and beyond our limited views of space and time. I believe God has ways to come to those...

...who did not hear Christ’s call

...who lived before Christ’s call

...who live (in this very day) beyond the sound of Christ’s call, or hear it (if they hear it at all) poorly presented

...who hear the wrong call and become misdirected

...or who lose sight of the call, only to be snatched away by death before they get back to it.

I simply cannot comprehend that the Word... should be withdrawn from, and become a judgment of condemnation upon, those who did not hear it in their earthly life. I believe that there are no limits to the sway of God’s mercy, and that it is entirely possible that the word of Jesus Christ can penetrate, even to the inhabitants of the realm of the dead.”

I have to say, I like Thielicke’s answer very much. It isn’t ruled by sentiment or wishful thinking, nor does it gloss over the young man’s rejection of God. His response is rooted in the belief that God’s love and mercy do not depend upon the adequacy of our response. No more than the poor folks in the parable can we stop God from a divine determination to show amazing grace to the lost and least and last.

The love of the young man’s mother did not end with his death, nor does the love of God for us end with ours.

How are we to feel about this parable from the lips of Jesus? I like the response of one anonymous (so far as I know), aspiring poet, who wrote,

I dreamt death came the other night,

And heaven’s gate swung wide.

An angel with a halo bright

Ushered me inside.

And there! to my astonishment

Stood folks I’d judged and labeled:

As quite unfit, of little worth

And, spiritually disabled.

Indignant words rose to my lips,

But never were set free

For every face showed stunned surprise,

No one expected me.[5]



[1] Wishful Thinking: A Theological ABC, by Frederick Buechner, Harper & Row, p. 67.

[2] The Parables of Grace, by Robert Farrar Capon, Eerdmans. 1988, p. 133.

[3] Ibid., p. 134.

[4] Between Heaven and Earth : Conversations With American Christians, by Helmut Thielicke, out of print, quotes taken from an unpublished sermon, “When the Roll Is Called Up Yonder, Who’ll Be There?”, by David Brown.

[5] Author unknown

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Take Your Seat

Take Your Seat

copyright © 2010 Robert J. Elder

August 29, 2010


Luke 14:1, 7-14


When Jesus noticed how the guests chose places of honor,

he told them a parable.


If we pay more than passing attention to the gospel stories about Jesus, we can’t help but be struck by the importance of mealtime and dinner table customs in his teaching ministry. His most profound mealtime action – which we imitate and celebrate any time we gather around this table with bread and wine – came when he and the disciples were gathered at what has come to be known as the “Last Supper.” He joined for meals at tables with his disciples and with other followers, with the curious, with Pharisees, with those who became his enemies as well as those who were his friends. And much of what we learn from Jesus we have learned because he had much to say when people sat to eat together. Mealtime can be a time when conversation is possible, when new perspectives can be tried out on dinner companions, when relationships old and new can be celebrated.


Think of the important things people learn around tables: at the dinner table, the breakfast table, the coffee table, the Session table, the picnic table, the negotiating table. I often think that if the people of the world didn’t sometimes sit down at tables together, there would be even less hope for peace in the world than there already is. It is so difficult to hold fast to animosity toward a stranger when you have to keep saying to him or her, “Please pass the butter,” “may I have the corn, please,” and “would you like some more green beans?”


Jesus did a lot of teaching while reclining, oriental style, at meal tables. After having spent my share of time in uncomfortable chairs in lecture halls trying to receive an education under the tutelage of those who were trying pretty hard to pass one along to me, I am hard-pressed to think of a good reason why the custom of teaching and learning over vittles has gone the way of the seven course meal. It seems such a natural place for passing along learning.


Our reading today describes such a table-teaching time, with Jesus’ characteristic determination to see the motivations behind the things people do. When we think about Jesus’ advice on proper ways to chose seats at a banquet, we need to remember that he was concerned to reveal not so much what people were doing when they chose to sit here or there, but why they were doing it.


Once I was booked on a long, late Saturday night flight from Las Vegas to Portland, and since Saturday is generally a light travel day in the airline industry, I fully anticipated that my flight would have lots of available seats, maybe even a whole row in which I could stretch out and snooze. Even so, I habitually book an aisle seat any time I fly to cope with crowding on full flights. I was so happy I had thought to do that when I arrived at my seat that night. Even though I was one of the first people on the plane, I had seen that the gate area had been very full – not a good sign – and a young woman was already seated in the middle seat in my row, another bad sign for my stretching-out plan. Soon, another person came to claim the window seat. People streamed onto the plane in heaps and gobs. It was a totally full flight, even though it was not due in to Portland until 1:30 AM.


I was so glad that I had a coveted aisle seat. Glad, that is, until I realized the young woman in the middle was pregnant. I had planned to get at least two or three hours of sleep on the plane, but this person, politely, even sheepishly, tapped my shoulder repeatedly during the flight so that I could let her out to go use the restroom. Inwardly I fumed over my bad luck. But did it ever occur to me to give up my preferred seat and sit in the middle so she could more easily come and go as her needs dictated? Heavens no! I had gone to the trouble to arrange for that seat, and by golly I was going to keep it, even though to exchange seats would have matched our respective needs so much better.


Jesus knew that even a sacred time for relationships can be twisted around by human pride. He had spent his share of time at feasts and banquets as well as at simple meals in the homes of the people, watching the social climbers clamoring for seats of honor nearest the host, seeing the disappointment in the faces of the late-comers who had to settle for the seats nearest the kitchen. He knew that mealtime, a potentially sacred time when people could seek intimacy with each other, even this time could be distorted into an occasion for scheming and jealousy, for misunderstanding instead of an opportunity for a higher level of understanding.


It has happened to all of us at one time or another.


A few years ago I was asked to deliver an opening prayer for a large banquet, sponsored by a local civic organization. Two friends, knowing that I would be going to the dinner, asked if I would like to sit at their table. I was delighted at the idea, but it occurred to me that I had better check and see if there was some plan to seat me at the head table since I had been asked to give that prayer. If not, I would be free to sit with my friends – clearly my preferred arrangement, but I wanted to be sure it would be OK with the banquet organizers who were, after all, my hosts.


Someone from the church office called them: “Dr. Elder wants to know if there are plans to seat him at the head table for the banquet,” was the way they innocently approached the question. But what followed was a real monkey chase. The people organizing the banquet hemmed and hawed and did the “we’ll get back to you” thing on the phone. I was told that the banquet folks had seemed embarrassed by the inquiry. “Oh, for goodness sakes, just tell them I was hoping to sit with friends, but would sit at the head table if that was the plan,” I suggested. Too late. A presumption had been made that I had been hoping for that head table seat of honor, when actually the truth was quite the reverse. The folks sponsoring the banquet, not wishing to seat me “too low” by the standards we have observed among the feast attenders in Jesus’ story and the inscrutable standards of civic organization protocol, had begun to move heaven and earth either to get an extra seat at the head table, or to move some other “dignitary” to the floor level (perhaps over by the kitchen) so that Dr. Pompous could have his seat of importance.


Naturally, I wound up at the head table, a hundred feet away from my friends, making small talk with the spouse of the guest speaker, blinded by spotlights, looking into the darkness of the banquet hall, feeling for all the world like an also-ran on display in a cubicle on the old “Hollywood Squares” TV program. After my opening, an unremarkable prayer to the chief civic deity of Salem – three, maybe four sentences which even I have long since forgotten — I had to remain seated in front of all those hundreds of people, prop my eyes open, and maintain an undivided interest in what the speaker had to say, missing a whole evening of fellowship with friends in the bargain. All because others had not wanted to insult me by seating me “too low.”


I’ll tell you, my experience is that these seats of importance at feasts, they’re not all they’re cracked up to be. And, to address Jesus’ other point of instruction for a second, I didn’t see a single person there who looked as though they would be hard pressed to pay someone back for a dinner invitation either.

Jesus’ word to prospective dinner party hosts in his parabolic teaching is that invitations should be issued to those who cannot repay us with their own dinner invitations, this in order to imitate more closely God’s behavior toward us, since no one can repay God, no matter how many resources we may have at our disposal.


Here is a story about a dinner party experience a little closer to Jesus’ intention in his teaching about table manners. Charles Rice was a pastor in New Jersey, and taught at a Methodist seminary there where I did my doctoral work. When we were together at a conference once he remembered a wedding held in the church he serves. The invitation asked worshipers to wear comfortable clothes and to bring a gift of food. After the wedding service, the bride and groom rolled up their sleeves and cooked a meal for the St. Peter’s kitchen, a “soup kitchen” run by the church. Charles remembered what he described as “the inarticulate joy” of people off the street as, along with the guests from the wedding service, they accepted plates of food dished up by the bride and groom, sharing equally in the wedding feast, concluding as the newly married couple distributed to wedding guests and homeless people alike the slices of the wedding cake. This was no joyless social service agency-style food drop. Here were people who had appreciated the reality and the joy of Jesus’ table teaching, and had recognized that hospitality is meant to extend outwards from Christ’s table, not focus inward.


In the wedding liturgy I most commonly use, the concluding prayer for the couple includes these sentences: “Strengthen this couple to fulfill the vows they have taken... Fill them with such love and joy that they may build a home where no one is a stranger...” This is a great teaching not only for marrying couples, but for the church itself. We gather around a table every week in our church, a spiritual banquet has been prepared by Christ for us. When we receive this banquet, we shouldn’t close the doors and keep the good news to ourselves. We should open the doors, invite others to feast with us, even the least, last, lost among us, so that in the end, when Christ’s kingdom comes, truly no one will be a stranger.


It is clear from Luke’s portrait of Jesus in his Gospel that “where some eat and some do not, the kingdom of God is not present.”[1] While we tend to think of baptism as the test for a church’s willingness to provide entry into the church, the Bible suggests that the church’s willingness to include people is more accurately measured by our eagerness to eat with them.[2]


Christian table manners have little to do with which fork or spoon should be used first, and everything to do with building a table large enough to seat everyone that God has in mind for this fellowship. Is our table big enough? I think it is. Let’s fill every seat!



[1] William Willimon, “At the Table with Jesus,” Pulpit Resource, July-September, 2001, p. 39

[2] Acts 11:1-3.