Sermon prepared for Messiah Lutheran Church, Auburn WA

by Gregory S. Kaurin, associate pastor

traditional services, 9/22/02

 

Texts: Jonah 3:10-4:11 & Matthew 20:1-16

Sermon:

But I Called Shotgun!

 

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Anyone who has ever been a parent or a youth pastor has heard this complaint on road trips.  The kids scramble to the van, there’s pushing and shoving, someone wins the match, and at least one is left standing on the blacktop and whining, “But I called shotgun!”  You soon find yourself arbitrating this very important issue of who gets to sit in the front passenger seat, trying to explain to young Chip that “all-time-callsies” really isn’t fair and that he needs to share the most high and honorable shotgun seat with his fellow passengers.  Unfortunately, no matter the results, even if you have a carefully laid out, organized flowchart stipulating who was going to sit where and for how long, there will always be that second whining, pouting, voice coming from somewhere in the back, “It’s not fair!”

 

Now, I could be entirely cold and callous about the whole thing, except that I distinctly remember, from grade school up through high school, racing my own friends to that coveted seat called shotgun.  Half the thrill was its name: “shotgun.”  Rebellious, tough, and no matter where you were going, you were at least two feet in front of the guys sitting behind you.  Of course, the others were whispering and making rabbit ears behind your back, but that didn’t matter: you were sitting shotgun.

 

I’m not sure how far we adults have really progressed from that point.  I’ve heard the suggestion that the adult world is really just “tall grade school.”  And when I look through the stories of the Bible, I can see that this is a rather consistent theme.  God must feel like the only adult on the road trip of life with all his children crying out, “It’s not fair; it’s not fair!  I called shotgun!”  And the only time we’re not whining about it are the times that we’re fairly sure that we are riding shotgun, and that we are sitting at least two feet in front of all our rivals, and at God’s right hand.

 

Look at Jonah in our first lesson.  In Sunday school you might have been taught that Jonah didn’t want to go to Nineveh to warn them about God’s anger because he was afraid of them, what they might do to him.  He got in a boat and headed the opposite direction.  A storm came up, and the sailors figured that somebody’s god must be mad at someone.  Jonah admitted to them that he was running from his God’s will and volunteered to have the sailors throw him overboard.  After awhile, they reluctantly did it, and Jonah was swallowed by a huge fish.  After three days, (I’ll say it politely) the fish “deposited” Jonah on Nineveh’s shore.

 

God called him again, and this time Jonah went.  However, Jonah didn’t give the Ninevites any real warning.  Instead, he just announced that in forty days his Hebrew God was going to destroy them, no if’s, and’s or but’s.  And yet, the Ninevites responded by searching for their own hope.  They converted and prayed and fasted and begged God’s forgiveness, all on the off-chance that it wasn’t as settled as Jonah had made it sound and that God just might forgive them.

 

Then, we learn of what Jonah was really afraid.  He wasn’t afraid of the Ninevites.  He wasn’t afraid that they wouldn’t listen to him.  He was afraid that they would listen, and worse he was afraid that God would forgive them!  Jonah complained, “I knew you’d do this, God!  You’re too soft-hearted with all this graciousness and mercy.  Why are you always so ready to ease up on the punishment?  It’s not fair that the rest of us have had to faithfully go to your Temple, follow all your laws, make all our sacrifices, year in and year out.  We walked through the wilderness for 40 years, suffered in exile for twice that.  And now these gentile Ninevites, after all their wickedness, overnight you forgave and accepted them.  Well then, what’s the point of your laws, what’s the point of this life?   Why try to be faithful if you’re just going to show yourself all loving and merciful, anyway?  If life is going to be this unfair, then I don’t want any part of it!”

 

And God just asked, “Do you have a right to be angry with me?”  After the shady bush grew and died, Jonah felt even angrier and insulted.  God asked again, “Do you have a right to be angry with me?”

 

Jonah answered, “Yes, it’s no fair; nothing’s fair; take me out of it.”

 

God’s answer is this, “Jonah, that bush was my creation.  You had no part in its life, you did nothing to create it and nothing to earn or deserve it.  Still, when it died you mourned its loss.  Now, look at that city.  Maybe it’s easy for you to dismiss their lives, because to you they are statistics and stereotypes, diseased and sinful, ideas and trash.  But remember, Jonah, that I created those people, 120,000+ and all the other creatures in their town.  I lovingly fashioned every one of them.  They might be as bright as limp linguini, but they are mine.”

 

Love and mercy, and also his justice, is God’s to give out as he chooses.  And whenever you call a person or a group of people to mind remember that God made them and shaped them.  If he chooses to rescue them from evil, on this side of life or the next, then so be it.  Amen.  Let it go.  Let it go, because we all need God to be that merciful.

 

The real underlying message in both the story of Jonah and the gospel lesson about the vineyard is that we all depend on that level of love and mercy.  Maybe you’ve been reciting the Creed and the Lord’s Prayer since the third week of your conception, and still you and all of us depend, for our entire lives we depend, on a forgiveness, grace and mercy big enough that gives some sorry ne’er-do-well chap the same love and acceptance that God gave us.

 

And as soon as we start playing the comparison game, as soon as we start looking at our good works and our discipline compared to that two-faced, hypocrite over there—as soon as we start trying to keep score like that, we become the Pharisee in the Temple and fall under the judgment of our own two-faced hypocritical words.

 

So, think of the vineyard owner in Jesus’ story.  The owner asked the same question of his workers, “Do you have a right to be angry at me?  It’s my vineyard; it’s my money, and you were paid generously, even for a full day’s labor.” 

 

And when you realize that the “day’s wage” that Jesus was talking about in the story was actually God’s forgiveness and eternal life.  Do we really have any right to complain if God might choose to give the same forgiveness and eternal salvation to anyone he wants?  Why do we let it bother us, when none of us can earn or deserve it?  Why do we continue to pretend that we do earn it when we’re faced with the possibility that God’s grace and love for us might be bigger than we can imagine, realize or interpret?

 

Don’t let God’s grace and forgiveness offend you, let it free your heart.  Take delight in it.  This is the kind of God that you work for—one that grants salvation to those who might do nothing more than hold out their hands, to those who say nothing more than, “Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom.”  You need this kind of God.

 

He has given us laws of love and service in order to give us direction in our lives, not in order to show us how to shoulder our way to the front seat.  Enjoy the relief of the shady bush while it’s there.  Enjoy the people and moments that pass through your life.  Pass on the same peace and assurance that you have been given. 

 

God does it all to you and for you and through you in order to bring about his will and purpose that he has had from the beginning of creation.  Through millions of years and billions of people, this has been his desire for every living person:

 

“They might be as bright as limp linguini, but I will be their God.  And they shall be my people.”

 

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