Saturday, October 29, 2011

Sermon: Proper 26 RCL A - "Jesus Burden is Light"

A Sermon by The Very Rev. Heidi Kinner

Matthew 23:1-12


Jesus said to the crowds and to his disciples, "The scribes and the Pharisees sit on Moses' seat; therefore, do whatever they teach you and follow it; but do not do as they do, for they do not practice what they teach. They tie up heavy burdens, hard to bear, and lay them on the shoulders of others; but they themselves are unwilling to lift a finger to move them. They do all their deeds to be seen by others; for they make their phylacteries broad and their fringes long. They love to have the place of honor at banquets and the best seats in the synagogues, and to be greeted with respect in the marketplaces, and to have people call them rabbi. But you are not to be called rabbi, for you have one teacher, and you are all students. And call no one your father on earth, for you have one Father-- the one in heaven. Nor are you to be called instructors, for you have one instructor, the Messiah. The greatest among you will be your servant. All who exalt themselves will be humbled, and all who humble themselves will be exalted."


In this morning’s gospel reading, Jesus accuses the religious leaders of tying heavy burdens, hard to bear, and forcing others to carry them. He is not talking about literal physical burdens, but something worse – spiritual burdens – which can be much heavier and much harder to set down.

Specifically, Jesus is talking about the way that the Pharisees, scribes and other religious leaders had twisted God’s Commandments, which were given by God to bring life and health to individuals and the community, into a horrible weapon and a heavy burden that brought fear and turned people away from God.

You see, for many years, Jewish religious leaders intent on keeping God’s law and living holy lives had been “putting a fence around the Law.” In an attempt to make sure that they never came close to breaking one of the 10 Commandments, they had added all sorts of regulatory padding – until finally the 10 Commandments had burgeoned into almost 800 rules.

For example, to God’s basic Command to “Remember the Sabbath and Keep it Holy” they added a general list of 39 types of work that were forbidden on the Sabbath. But they didn’t stop there. They just kept adding more and more specific rules and examples until there were literally hundreds of things that you could not do on the Sabbath.

For example, if you fell and broke your arm you could not get any medical help until the next day, because it did not constitute a life-threatening injury, no matter how much pain you were in. You could not gather or cook any food, not even boil water, under any circumstances, not even if you were starving. You could not carry anything with your hands (although you could weasel around that rule by carrying something in your ear or in your mouth!)

All those nit-picky rules were too much to even remember, let alone keep. But the Pharisees filled everyone with fear by telling them that if they didn’t keep all the hundreds of rules they couldn’t earn their salvation and God would reject them. Then they watched like hawks to pounce on people who violated a rule.

That is the heavy burden that Jesus spoke of. A soul-crushing burden of constantly living in fear that you weren’t pleasing God made worse by the “tut-tutting” scorn of the religious leaders.

The image of the burden that always comes to my mind when I read this passage is of one of the training exercises that I had to do in Officer Candidate School. The platoons were divided into groups of 10 and we had to hoist a full size telephone pole onto our shoulders and then complete a 5-mile obstacle course run. Well, let me assure you, running up hill with a telephone pole is a heavy, ill-fitting burden that is hard to bear.

At different points along the run, we would put the pole down and rotate our spots along it. At one point the two tallest recruits in our group were on the two ends of the poll. Unfortunately for me – I was one of them. And as it happened, the shortest woman in our platoon had rotated to the center. So as we ran that leg of the course the other tall recruit and I were essentially bearing the heaviest burden of the weight of the pole.

While the short recruit in the middle didn’t even have it resting on her shoulder, she merely had her hands on the pole to keep her place in the group. It didn’t seem quite fair at the time, but I have come to see it as a metaphor for the heavy burden of the laws of the Pharisees and for the grace that Jesus offers.

The Pharisees tried to make the people bear all the burden of these hundreds of rules and regulations on their shoulders. Giving them the worst of the weight, while they sat back and watched. They told the people that if they faltered or failed they would never make it into God’s Book of Life, that they would never earn their place in Heaven. The burden was so great that many people simply collapsed under it, and crawled away in despair thinking that they were such failures that God could not possibly love them.

But they were wrong. God did care. He cared about them so much that He sent His only begotten son Jesus Christ to save people from these soul-destroying burdens.

In fact, Jesus said this very clearly, “Come to me, all you that are weary and are carrying heavy burdens, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me; for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.” (Matt 11:28-30) Jesus’ yoke is easy and His burden is light, because it the yoke of rest and salvation. He destroyed the burden of all those petty human rules. And He did what we could not, He perfectly kept the fullness of God’s original Commandments. He fulfilled them. And He invites us to share in that fulfillment. He invites us to be a part of His squad – but wonderfully, Jesus is the tall one, the strong one on the ends of the telephone pole. We can rejoice to be the humble, short recruit in the middle of the pole. You don’t have to bear the burden.

All we have to do is reach our hands up in praise, hold on, and run with Jesus.

Amen.

Friday, October 21, 2011

Sermon - Proper 25 RCL A - "Searching for God"

Podcast can be found here.


Matthew 22:34-46


When the Pharisees heard that Jesus had silenced the Sadducees, they gathered together, and one of them, a lawyer, asked him a question to test him. "Teacher, which commandment in the law is the greatest?" He said to him, "`You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind.' This is the greatest and first commandment. And a second is like it: `You shall love your neighbor as yourself.' On these two commandments hang all the law and the prophets."

Now while the Pharisees were gathered together, Jesus asked them this question: "What do you think of the Messiah? Whose son is he?" They said to him, "The son of David." He said to them, "How is it then that David by the Spirit calls him Lord, saying,

`The Lord said to my Lord,
"Sit at my right hand,
until I put your enemies under your feet"'?
If David thus calls him Lord, how can he be his son?" No one was able to give him an answer, nor from that day did anyone dare to ask him any more questions.


In 1986, Jonas was on holiday in Kenya after graduating from college. On a hike through the bush, he came across a young bull elephant standing with one leg raised in the air.

The elephant seemed distressed so Jonas approached it very carefully. He got down on one knee and inspected the elephant's foot, and found a large thorn embedded in it. As carefully and as gently as he could, Jonas worked out the thorn with his hunting knife, after which the elephant gingerly put down his foot.

The elephant turned to face the man and with a rather stern look on its face, stared at him. For several tense moments Jonas stood frozen, thinking of nothing else but being trampled. Eventually the elephant trumpeted loudly, turned and walked away.

Jonas never forgot that elephant or the events of that day. In fact.. it was his drive in life.  “If I can pull a thorn from an elephant’s foot, then I can do anything.”  He spent much of his life searching for and attempting to be the man he had proved to himself that he could be… One who could walk up to a wild elephant and pull a thorn from its foot.  Twenty years later he was walking through a zoo with his teenaged son. As they approached the elephant enclosure, one of the creatures turned and walked over to near where Jonas and his son were standing.

The large bull elephant stared at Jonas and lifted its front foot off the ground then put it down. The elephant did that several times then trumpeted loudly, all the while staring at the man. Remembering the encounter in 1986, Jonas couldn't help wondering if this was the same elephant. Jonas once again summoned up his courage, climbed over the railing and made his way into the enclosure. He walked right up to the elephant and stared back in wonder. Suddenly the elephant trumpeted again, wrapped its trunk around one of the man's legs and swung him wildly back and forth along the railing.. and killed him… Turns out.. it probably wasn’t the same elephant.

It is amazing how so many of the greatest stories are always about a quest to find something.  There is King Arthur and the search for the Holy Grail.  Roland in the Gunslinger series by Stephen King is searching for the Dark Tower.  Ahab and the great white whale.  Dorothy and Oz.  Harry Potter and the search for Voldemort’s horcruxes.  Then there are quest to land on the moon, find a cure for cancer, figure out how many licks to get to the center of a tootsie roll pop (by the way.. Harvard Grad students created a rotating mechanical tongue and concluded the answer was 317 licks.)

And then, like Jonas, there are things in our own lives we search for… courage, knowledge, wisdom, fortune, fame.. or less noble.. the satisfying of addictive cravings, magic pills that make you skinny without having to work for it, the perfect retaliation on someone who has hurt us…  Even in religion there are these quests.. to find God, to have the mountaintop experiences, peace, joy.. we search and we search.. yet the Preacher says.. that is the one in Ecclesiastes says,

“Vanity of vanities,”

 “Vanity of vanities, all is vanity.”
 What profit has a man from all his labor
 In which he toils under the sun?
 One generation passes away, and another generation comes;
 But the earth abides forever.

He goes on a few verses later… I have seen all the works that are done under the sun; and indeed, all is vanity and grasping for the wind.
        What is crooked cannot be made straight,
      And what is lacking cannot be numbered.

That word “vanity” can be replaced with Absurdity, Frustration, Futility, Nonsense.. and the author of Ecclesiastes goes on to describe how wisdom, pleasures, toil, advancement, and riches are all vanity… concluding he says…

Now all has been heard;
here is the conclusion of the matter:
Fear God and keep his commandments,
for this is the duty of all mankind.
For God will bring every deed into judgment,
including every hidden thing,
whether it is good or evil.

The conclusion… “Fear God and keep his commandments”… what are God’s commandments… Jesus said, "`You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind.' This is the greatest and first commandment. And a second is like it: `You shall love your neighbor as yourself.' On these two commandments hang all the law and the prophets."

That passage from Corinthians that everyone wants read at their wedding… “Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.  It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.  Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.  It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.”… Well, here’s a crazy notion, what if we spent as much time trying to learn to be patient as we give to trying to figure out how many licks it takes to get to the middle of tootsie roll pop?  How would we be seen by the world if we worked as hard at being kind as we do at working to earn a buck?  What type of person might you be if you invested as much energy into loving your enemies compared to the time and energy you invest in harboring anger and devising retaliations?  What type of hope might you have if you stopped beating yourself up long enough to begin to realize that you are in fact loved by God?  And if you could learn that you are loved by God.. and can in turn love God.. then how might you go about loving your neighbor?

And you might be saying to yourself, “Well that’s all well and good Fr. John.  We can all stop working, stick flowers in our hair, let someone else take care of us, and spend our time loving God and neighbor.”… and I would have to respond in the same way that Paul did to the Thessalonians’, “We were not idle when we were with you,  nor did we eat anyone’s food without paying for it. On the contrary, we worked night and day, laboring and toiling so that we would not be a burden to any of you.  We did this, not because we do not have the right to such help, but in order to offer ourselves as a model for you to imitate..” and he adds.. “For even when we were with you, we gave you this rule: “The one who is unwilling to work shall not eat.”… But what I am saying is what Jesus said, “seek first his kingdom and his righteousness [.. Seek first God’s Kingdom and God’s righteousness.. ], and all these things will be given to you as well.”… Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind.’ ..and `love your neighbor as yourself’ and all these things will be given to you as well.

St. Josemaria writes, “Lord, may I have balance and measure in everything—except in love.”… You know that movie Marley and Me.. the Golden Lab that gets into all kinds of trouble?  And you just fall in love with that silly dog.  I will watch all but the last thirty minutes of that movie.  It just breaks my dang heart to watch that dog die.  Joyce Scharf and I were talking about Harry Potter and how sad we were when Hedwig, Harry’s snowy owl, was killed – loved that silly bird and he wasn’t even real.  How many people loved Pope John Paul II, Mother Theresa, Princess Dianna.. Michael Jackson for crying out loud.. and how many tears were shed when they died?.... God died.  Jesus died a horrific death on the cross—but that fact doesn’t elicit a single tear….

When you see the face of your crucified savior.. when you notice where a single thorn has pierced his most sacred brow.. when you see that single drop of his most precious blood travelling down his forehead… That single drop of blood should bring us to our knees – because in it is our salvation..  It should lay us out prostrate on the floor, fiercely sobbing– because it was given for us.  There should be nothing between us and Him.. we should love Him with all our heart, mind and soul.. and love our neighbor’s as ourselves.. because of that one drop of blood.

There are many journeys we go on in our lives.. many quests and pilgrimages.. we seek after all sorts of things.. however.. many of those things turn out to be the wrong elephant… They sort of pick us up, shake us around.. and eventually end up killing us… yet, it is in seeking God first that we journey to the promised land.. the land which God “swore to Abraham, to Isaac, and to Jacob”.. and the land He promises to all who love Him.

Jesus said, "`You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind.' This is the greatest and first commandment. And a second is like it: `You shall love your neighbor as yourself.' On these two commandments hang all the law and the prophets."

Let us pray… God, our Father, may we love You in all things and above all things. May we reach the joy which You have prepared for us in Heaven. Nothing is good that is against Your Will, and all that is good comes from Your Hand. Place in our hearts a desire to please You and fill our minds with thoughts of Your Love, so that we may grow in Your Wisdom and enjoy Your Peace.  Amen.

Friday, October 14, 2011

Sermon: Proper 24 RCL A - "Image"

Podcast can be found here.

 

Matthew 22:15-22


The Pharisees went and plotted to entrap Jesus in what he said. So they sent their disciples to him, along with the Herodians, saying, "Teacher, we know that you are sincere, and teach the way of God in accordance with truth, and show deference to no one; for you do not regard people with partiality. Tell us, then, what you think. Is it lawful to pay taxes to the emperor, or not?" But Jesus, aware of their malice, said, "Why are you putting me to the test, you hypocrites? Show me the coin used for the tax." And they brought him a denarius. Then he said to them, "Whose head is this, and whose title?" They answered, "The emperor's." Then he said to them, "Give therefore to the emperor the things that are the emperor's, and to God the things that are God's." When they heard this, they were amazed; and they left him and went away.


After church on Sunday morning, Little Johnny suddenly announced to his mother, "Mom, I've decided I'm going to be a minister when I grow up."… "That's okay with us," his mother said, "But what made you decide to be a minister?"… "Well," Little Johnny replied, "I'll have to go to church on Sunday anyway, and I figure it will be more fun to stand up and yell at folks than it will be to sit still and listen."

I was watching the greatest show on television – America’s Funniest Home Videos – and they were asking the kindergarten graduates what they wanted to be when they grew up… There were several firemen, nurses, and teachers.. but one little boy stood there for a moment and finally answered the way we all probably feel, “I don’t want to grow up.”… When I was growing up, I never said, “I want to be a priest.”… but I do remember one year my dad asking me what I wanted for Christmas… My answer, “A pair of leather pants.”  Now you may be thinking I wanted to be a rock star or something, but the truth is.. I had seen one too many Clint Eastwood spaghetti westerns… It looked like the best life to me.. and you can’t be a real cowboy without leather pants – everybody knows that!.. Of course.. I didn’t get them.. and I suppose there comes a time when we must all grow up – at least little bit.

It is about that time that we start forming these images of ourselves.  Who we are.  How we want the world around us to see us… What forms this image?  Our education, socioeconomic settings, our friends, work, hobbies.. whether we are happy or sad.. introvert or extrovert… We often allow society and the people around us to define our image.  Surround yourself with grumpy and depressed people and you will likely be the same.  Surround yourself with outgoing and joyful people and you will take on their attributes.  Hang out with worldly – dare we say sinful – people and you will fall into the same traps that they do.. and surround yourself with Godly – or at least striving to be Godly companions – and you will find yourself living a more Godly life… Whatever the case, throughout our lives we will spend a lot of time and money cultivating this image we have of ourselves, which actually changes as much or more as a chameleon might change colors while walking across a patchwork quilt. 

But.. in the book of Genesis we read, “God created mankind in his own image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them.”.. and I have to ask.. Is the image we create of ourselves, the same as the image we were created in?  Does the image we create of ourselves.. reflect the image of God?

Last week we had that great story from the Old Testament.. Moses had been up on the mountain and the people did not know what had happened to him.. so they complained to Aaron, "Come, make gods for us, who shall go before us; as for this Moses, the man who brought us up out of the land of Egypt, we do not know what has become of him."… So Aaron responded, "Take off the gold rings that are on the ears of your wives, your sons, and your daughters, and bring them to me." So all the people took off the gold rings from their ears, and brought them to Aaron. He took the gold from them, formed it in a mold, and cast an image of a calf; and they said, "These are your gods, O Israel, who brought you up out of the land of Egypt!"… We are familiar with the story of the golden calf… and its one of those stories that we all read and shake our heads.. you would think the writers of the Old Testament would have left it out to save themselves the embarrassment, but there it is. 

In our Psalm last week – Psalm 106 – the author again reminded us of what the people had done.. and he does so in some rather harsh language… “Israel made a bull-calf at Horeb and worshiped a molten image; And so they exchanged their Glory for the image of an ox that feeds on grass.  They forgot God their Savior, who had done great things in Egypt.”…. they had been made in the Glory of the image of God.. but by bowing down and worshiping a golden ox – something they had made – they were essentially saying, “We were not made in the image of the One True God…  We were made in the image of a dumb animal.”

Now.. I would never refer to you as dumb animals (at least not all of you).. but I wonder if we have exchanged the image we were made in – that is.. the Image of God – for something far less glorious… Please don’t misunderstand – there is nothing wrong with being an individual, with having your own personal flair.. there is nothing wrong with having an “image,” but what we must guard against is allowing that self-made “image” to tarnish, distort, or worse.. eclipse the Image of God that is within us.

When we were kids, we all had some image of what we wanted to be when we grew up.. as the Apostle Paul writes, “When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child,”.. and a child and even adults have dreams and aspirations, but Paul adds, “When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me.”  That does not mean that we set aside that childlike faith that Scripture speaks of, but it does mean we grow in our understanding of who God is, so that His image may increase in us.

In our Gospel reading today the Pharisees had come to Jesus questioning as to whether or not a person should pay taxes.  They wanted to trick him by either getting him into trouble with the people or the Romans.  Jesus didn’t fall for it.  Instead, he asked to see one of the coins that was in use at the time.. and it of course had the image of Caesar stamped on it.  Why?  Because it was ultimately Caesar’s coin… Therefore, when questioned on whether or not to pay taxes, Jesus says, “Give therefore to the emperor [to Caesar] the things that are the emperor's, and to God the things that are God's."  It’s Caesar’s coin, so give it to him, but also give to God what is God’s. 

It’s one of those parables that can speak to us on many levels.  It speaks to us about our relationship to the government.. it speaks of taxes.. and of stewardship, but it also speaks to us about those images we hold of ourselves… You see.. that coin had Caesar’s image on it.  It represents him and so it represents the world… There are aspects of our lives – of our image – that are representative of the world.  We live in it; therefore, we have to live with it.. we have to work with it – there is really no escaping giving to Caesar what is Caesar’s… but in doing so, we do not exchange our Godly image for a worldly one… That’s what the Israelites did when they exchanged their Glory of the image of God for that of an ox that feeds on grass… As Paul teaches to the Romans, “Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind” into the image of Christ Jesus…

As Bonaventure declares, “In all your deeds and words you should look upon this Jesus as your model [your image].  Do so whether you are walking or keeping silence, or speaking, whether you are alone or with others.  He is perfect, and thus you will be not only irreprehensible, but praiseworthy.”  You were created in the image of God – therefore, give to Him what is His.  When God created you.. He stamped you with his image.. so just as the coin that bears the image of Caesar belongs to Caesar… You that bear the image of God belong to God… not in the same sense as a slave belongs to a master, but as a child belongs to a loving Father.

Yes.. by all means.. give to Caesar what is Caesars, but give to God what is God’s.. and that is nothing less.. than your very life.

Let us pray… Glory to you, O Lord our God; Your love calls us to be your people. By sharing our many and diverse gifts we share in your mission.  We ask you, Lord, to shape us into a community of faith.  Nourish us by your word and sacraments that we may grow into the image of Jesus.  Through the power of your Holy Spirit, heal us that we, in turn, may heal the wounded.  Form us to be instruments of love, justice, and peace in our land, and send us to proclaim your saving work.  Renew us, Lord, that we may renew the face of the earth.  Amen.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Sermon - Proper 23 RCL A - "Invitations"


The Podcast can be found here.


Matthew 22:1-14


Once more Jesus spoke to the people in parables, saying: "The kingdom of heaven may be compared to a king who gave a wedding banquet for his son. He sent his slaves to call those who had been invited to the wedding banquet, but they would not come. Again he sent other slaves, saying, `Tell those who have been invited: Look, I have prepared my dinner, my oxen and my fat calves have been slaughtered, and everything is ready; come to the wedding banquet.' But they made light of it and went away, one to his farm, another to his business, while the rest seized his slaves, mistreated them, and killed them. The king was enraged. He sent his troops, destroyed those murderers, and burned their city. Then he said to his slaves, `The wedding is ready, but those invited were not worthy. Go therefore into the main streets, and invite everyone you find to the wedding banquet.' Those slaves went out into the streets and gathered all whom they found, both good and bad; so the wedding hall was filled with guests.

"But when the king came in to see the guests, he noticed a man there who was not wearing a wedding robe, and he said to him, `Friend, how did you get in here without a wedding robe?' And he was speechless. Then the king said to the attendants, `Bind him hand and foot, and throw him into the outer darkness, where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.' For many are called, but few are chosen."




We have all probably experienced those times of forgetfulness... Take your glasses off, set them down, and a minute later you can’t remember where you left them.  Walk into a room and forget what you went in there for.  Suddenly you can’t remember your oldest friends name... things like that.  At other times.. certain items just seem to drop out.  If you are like us, we have this jar that we keep spare keys in.  Honestly, I don’t think we know what half of them go to.  Just the other day I was cleaning out my closet and I found this ceramic dish.. it was filled with keys and I didn’t have a clue as to what any of them went to... The frustrating bit is that you can’t throw them away, because as soon as you do, you discover that its going to cost $150 to drill open that safety deposit box.  And then there are phone numbers... I have this horrible habit of writing phone numbers down on posty notes.. trouble is.. I don’t put a name with them... so I sit there staring at it trying to remember who it belongs to.  Forgetfulness I guess is universal... It’s a bit like Neville Longbottom - in Harry Potter - getting a Remembrall from his Grams.  Its a little glass ball that changes colors when you forget something.. Neville’s changed color, but as he said, “I can’t remember what I’ve forgotten.”  
And then there are times when something that happened years ago that you had completely forgotten, suddenly pops into your mind..  Sometimes the reason for your remembering makes sense.. you smell a certain perfume and recognize it as the perfume your first girlfriend used to wear.  Other times the connection is not so linear... You see a commercial on TV for toilet paper and you suddenly think of the first time you were sent to the principal’s office - by the way, that never happened to me.
What’s all this got to do with anything?  Well I read our Gospel reading for today early this week.. and for whatever reason it reminded me of an adventure I took about twenty years ago... I would like to share that with you.. because I think I see the connection, so please forgive me for talking about myself for a bit today...
At the time I was living in Dallas, working for a marketing firm - I always say marketing firm because it sounds a lot better than a telemarking agency, which it really was.  I was never on the phones, I was an account manager.. working between the company and the clients.  Those annoying phone calls you get.. that was my doings.  After a few years I decided that I would like to go on a vacation so I got into solo camping to get away from it all...  I bought all the necessary equipment... water purifiers, tent, stove, etc. and planned my first trip to the Guadeloupe Mountains in west Texas.
At the time I was not in great shape, so I started a workout routine.. and although I was never “buff” by any stretch of the imagination, I did manage to drop at least two pounds.  Well I planned my trip.. loaded the car.. and headed out for a ten day adventure.  If you would have looked at me, you would have thought I was Mr. Experienced Camper.  Truth is.. I was an idiot.  I’ll tell you why here in a second...
I arrived at the parking lot at the base of the mountain, threw my pack on and headed up.  I had a topographical map with all my camp sites marked and the trails I would take to get to them.  It was somewhat of an aggressive plan, but I thought, “Me Man.. Me strong hiker.” ... half way up I’m thinking, “Me stupid man.”  
Hind sight is 20/20.. and so let me tell you how stupid I really was.  First, I’m from the south.  In the south if you are a couple of hundred feet above sea level you are in the nose bleed section.  Dallas is at about 450 feet above sea level... my first camp site was at about 8,400 feet.  Did you know that there is absolutely no air to breathe at 8,400 feet?  Combine that with stupid man problem number two - I didn’t really think that I would have to quit smoking all the way - I cut back to a pack a day of Marlboro Red’s and thought that would be enough.  I’ll let you be the judge of that one.  But here is stupid man number three problem.. When I decided to take this little trip, I decided that it would  also be a religious exercise... What did I decide to do?... Fast.  I didn’t take any food with me.  My stupid man plan was to be at 8,400 feet, with my daily nourishment consisting of a pack of cigarettes and some water... and I was going to do this for seven days.
Believe it or not.. I made it to the top.  I set up my camp and didn’t hardly move for three days.  It wasn’t that my muscles were sore.. it was that I became 100% exhausted just from trying to put on my shoes - no lie.  I had enough energy to sit up for a bit.. and to sleep.  No one came along in those three days.  My companions were a few deer that would mosey up every now and then... and one other thing..
My camp site overlooked a large bowl in the mountain... maybe about the size of Silver Lake.  Not much grew there.. mostly scrub brush and some shorter fir trees, but in the center of this bowl was the trunk and a few of the larger limbs of a dead tree... it towered above everything else.. my thought was that it must have been hit by lightning many years before.  But there it stood.  I spent most of the time I was awake looking out at that dead tree and talking to God.
A few years before is when God had clobbered me with a 2x4 and said follow me.. and I had started.. but nothing had really changed in my life.  I still had the same telemarketing job, same friends, pretty much doing the same thing I had been doing all along with just a few more items added to a rather shallow moral code and a greater sense of guilt.
In our parable today Jesus said that the King sent out the wedding invitations?... And that’s what got me to thinking about that trip up the mountain... because it would seem to me that there are different types of invitations... The first is the big one - the one they are talking about in the parable - This is an extreme over simplification.. but you know the story of the Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory and the five golden tickets.  If you found one in a candy bar.. that was your ticket to get into the factory.  Everyone looked, but only a few were chosen.  Our invitation to the feast is like that golden ticket... It gets you in.  It is marvelous.. amazing.. glorious... It is Heaven.  
The second type of invitation comes after your admittance...  Think of a wedding.. Sure.. you can go.. find a seat next to the back wall and watch all the festivities.. or.. you can engage.. enter in.  You can dance with the bride or groom... you can vie for the bouquet and the garter.. you can toast with champaign and eat from the bridal cake.
Well.. I think on the day that I started climbing that mountain I received one of these second types.. and while I was up there, I had to decide what to do with it... I could politely decline and keep doing the same thing... living my life... or I could accept it and learn what it really meant to follow Jesus... You understand?  The invitation I received was not about accept and receive salvation.. or reject and receive punishment - I knew I had my salvation.. instead, for me, it was reject this invitation and receive the good - heaven... or accept and receive the best.. the prize.. the feast.
I made my decision while up on that mountain.. and on the fourth day I started walking back down.  As I did, the fog was so thick that I literally couldn’t see ten feet in front of me.  When it finally broke I was still 1,000 feet up from the parking area.  I remember standing next to a very steep ravine.. and I was so tired and bleery that I’m not quite sure how it happened, but I slipped.. I almost went in.. and that would have been the end of it... but - truly - the first person I had seen in four days.. caught me... Its no lie... I wouldn’t be here if he hadn’t... I think the first words out of my mouth were, “Holy... ____!”.. I didn’t see the guy again, but I finally got off the mountain.  I spent the next three days in a hotel and ate a lot of steak.
In our walk with God.. we can accept the invitation.. and receive admittance into His glorious Kingdom.. and that is salvation.. there is no greater gift... but there are also other invitations once admitted.. invitations to engage.. to enter in.  These are invitations from God that say.. let’s have a relationship.. let’s walk together.. Jesus says, “You are my friends if you do what I command.”... The invitations you receive along the way.. are your invitations to enter into that deeper friendship with God...
By the way... you are invited.  So what are you waiting for?