“It May Not Be the Main Point, but

Maybe It Should Be”

Matthew 25:14-30

First Presbyterian Church of Jamestown , New York

The Reverend Thomas A. Sweet

November 16, 2008

Sacrament of Holy Communion

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I am not sure that this parable of the talents that Jesus told is particularly persuasive right now in these times of stormy financial weather.  In the story, the master applauds the first two servants who invested their talents, a unit of money equal to fifteen years wages, and in an “up” market realized a hundred percent rate of return on their investments.  Meanwhile, the servant who simply held on to the talents given to him by the master, just stuffing the cash in his mattress, was excoriated for returning no gain.  In our present calamitous days, that third servant is looking pretty smart.  There are a lot of us looking wistfully at our portfolios these days wishing we had buried our money in a coffee can in the backyard.  

But the parable is not really about money matters even if it often is preached that way.  Many churches across the years have used the parable to support a gimmicky kind of fundraiser in which members are given a certain amount of money and asked to come back a month or so later with a return on the money akin to one of the first two servants in the story.  But I doubt that Jesus intended the parable as an incubator for budding capitalists.  

Neither is it really about using our gifts, the interpretation that is often, though wrongly, applied to the word “talents” in the parable.  This slant on the story encourages us to discover whatever gifts and “talents” we have and use them to the glory of God and in the service of others.  Everybody has a talent, so the story goes, and some have many.  Perhaps our talent is playing the violin or helping people to navigate the welfare system or maybe it is providing hospitality to those in need of it.  Regardless of our “talents” and whether we have one or many, God wants us to use them wisely and well and not waste them.  

That seems a reasonable enough explanation of the passage and surely there is nothing wrong with the idea of using our gifts to the glory of God, but that is too benign, too tame, an understanding of the parable.  It is a “nice” and “polite” rendering of the story but Jesus encountered and endured way too much in his life to go around offering “nice” platitudes.  Telling people to use and develop their gifts would not have gotten him tethered to a cross.  

The treasure to which Jesus was referring in the story is the gospel or, as he understood it, God’s good news about a world that works for everyone.  Investment in the gospel is costly because a life committed to justice, generosity, compassion, and mercy bangs up against a current in the world that is too frequently flowing in the opposite direction.  But a life immersed in the gospel always pays dividends even when appearances may seem otherwise.  It did not seem that Jesus had succeeded when he succumbed to the powers of the Roman Empire , but that empire is long gone and the spirit of Jesus still suffuses the world.  It seemed on that day in April, 1968 that Martin Luther King’s dream had been shattered by an assassin’s bullet, but last week we elected to the presidency of our country a black man who was judged not by the color of his skin but by the content of his character.  Nelson Mandela was jailed for twenty-seven years for trying to end apartheid in South Africa but helped to set the tone for reconciliation and forgiveness in post-apartheid days in that country by inviting his jailer to sit with him on the stage at his presidential inauguration.  

Living the gospel also pays dividends, not always immediately apparent, when a cadre of church members, away from headlines or fame, cook Thursday night summer suppers for the neighborhood.  It pays dividends when a man comes to his pastor, as one of our members came to me earlier this year, presenting the entirety of his vacation savings to be given to a young woman having trouble putting food on the table for her family.  Living the gospel pays dividends when young people commit themselves to travel far from home and far beyond their comfort as our young people will do during Holy Week next year in order to cross the borders and boundaries of their present privilege to experience life as the poor and dispossessed of the Third World live.  

Investing our lives in the gospel pays dividends because the future belongs to God and the values of the gospel are the values of the future.  What is it that St. Paul says never ends?  Empires?  No.  Fame?  No.  Wealth?  No.  Popularity?  No.  Love never ends.  Love.  Love that “does not rejoice in the wrong but rejoices in the right.”  Investing our lives in doing the gospel, in doing whatever love demands, endows the future with healing, hope, and harmony.  

The third servant, the one who did not invest his talent, the one who did not invest his life in gospel, offered the excuse that he knew that the master was “a harsh man…and so I was afraid.”   But where did he get that idea?  There is nothing in the parable to indicate that.  Quite the opposite.  The master entrusts the talents to his servants for an extended time.  He trusts them.  And then, in a culture in which slaves and servants were expected to do their master’s duty without praise or acclaim, the master when he returns gives the first two servants extraordinary and extravagant honor, increased authority, makes them members of his family (“enter into the joy of your master”), and perhaps even lets them keep the talents they had been given as well as the profits.  The first two servants invested in the gospel because they trusted the master for and with their lives.  But about the third servant, preacher and theologian Tom Long says, and I love this by the way for its truth, “He gets only the master his tiny and warped vision can see.  In theological terms, he gets the peevish little tyrant god he believes in.”  

In regard to the third servant, the parable is not about a generous master suddenly turning cruel and punitive; it is about living with the consequences of one’s own faith. (1) If we trust the goodness of God, as, by analogy, the first two servants did, then we can venture out into the world with eyes wide open to the grace and truth and wonder of life and feel confident of God’s providence and presence everywhere.  But to be a child of the gracious, generous, and life-giving God and yet insist on seeing God as fearsome, vengeful, and cruel is to live a sorry, sad, impoverished life.  

Those who live with the conviction that God is trustworthy and good and generous will find and see more and more of that generosity in the world and will be able to live that way themselves.  They can invest themselves in gospel.  But those who believe that God is punitive, exacting, and judgmental will condemn themselves to living a life laden with fear, rife with legalisms, and containing precious little joy.  It is in that sense that Jesus says, “To those who have, more will be given…but from those who have nothing, even what they have will be taken away.”  

So, beloved congregation, trust God and live the gospel.  Trust God enough that you invest your life, your whole life, in living the upside down adventure of the gospel that makes no sense unless you do trust God.  Amen.  

Oh, wait!  I have one other thing I want to say!  I got stuck on these words early in the week and they have not let me go, so I just want to say them aloud to you.  They, too, come from today’s parable.  They may not be the main point, but maybe they should be.  At least they seem important to me.  The words are these, from the very first sentence of the story:  “a man went on a journey.”  In the interest of inclusivity, we also could say, “a woman went on a journey.”  The journey is the thing.  How many of us get stuck in life?  How many of us stay where we are emotionally or intellectually or spiritually because we cannot imagine the turmoil of uprooting ourselves and embarking on further discovery?  Or because we are afraid of the cost?  Or fearful of what we might find or of what our inner voice may ask of us?  Might some of us feel trapped by our circumstances and so settle for a life pale and paltry by comparison to the life that may be calling to us rather than risking a journey?  

I am so impressed with the man in our parable who went on a journey.  We do not know what kind of a journey.  Did he travel to the ends of the earth?  Did he go somewhere in order to change the focus of his life?  Did he find a monastery and seek the heart of God within himself?  All we know is that he left the management of his millions to others and went.  I am reminded of something the great Catholic theologian Karl Rahner once wrote, saying,  

                                     In the ultimate depths of our being, we know nothing more surely

                                        than that our knowledge, that is, what is called knowledge in

                                    everyday parlance, is only a small island in a vast sea that has not

                                    been traveled.  It is a floating island, and it might be more familiar

                                    to us than the sea, but ultimately it is borne by the sea…Hence

                                    the deepest question for us humans is this:  Which do we love more,

                                    the small island of our so-called knowledge or the sea of infinite

                                       mystery?

 

“A man went on a journey…”  Those are words that lead to life, my friends, and I commend them to you.  

I am much moved by a poem called The Layers written by the late Stanley Kunitz, a former poet laureate of our country, in the twilight of his life.  It is his clarion call to us to be on the move always, at least inwardly, journeying toward our own fuller and more complete humanity.   

The Layers

 

I have walked through many lives,

some of them my own,

and I am not who I was,

though some principle of being

abides, from which I struggle not to stray.

When I look behind,

as I am compelled to look

before I can gather strength

to proceed on my journey,

I see the milestones dwindling

toward the horizon

and the slow fires trailing

from the abandoned camp-sites,

over which scavenger angels

wheel on heavy wings.

Oh, I have made myself a tribe

out of my true affections,

and my tribe is scattered!

How shall the heart be reconciled

to its feast of losses?

In a rising wind

the manic dust of my friends,

those who fell along the way

bitterly stings my face.

Yet I turn, I turn,

exulting somewhat,

with my will intact to go

wherever I need to go,

and every stone on the road

precious to me.

In my darkest night,

when the moon was covered

and I roamed through wreckage,

a nimbus-clouded voice

directed me:

"Live in the layers,

not on the litter."

Though I lack the art

to decipher it,

no doubt the next chapter

in my book of transformations

is already written.

I am not done with my changes.  (2)

 

It is my hope, of course, that our journey would lead us more deeply into gospel, more deeply into God, and thus more deeply into the world…a truly holy communion.  

Amen. (Really!)  

(1) Long, Thomas G., Matthew.  Louisville : Westminster John Knox Press, 1997, p. 283.  

(2) Kunitz, Stanley, Passing Through: The Later Poems.  New York :  W. W. Norton & Company,

     1995, p. 107.

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