Text: Luke 22:24-34
There is a whole series of hashtags for
failure; there’s #fail #funnyfails …
there’s #epicfail if it’s especially stupendous. And then there is #failarmy
which gives some idea of just how much failure is out there. You can even watch
other people’s epic failures online. Well if I was going to put a modern header
on today’s scripture it might be something like…
#disciplefail
Before I get to today’s text, let me
point out what came right before it. It was the Last Supper. It was that last
special and holy meal with Jesus where he re-interpreted the Passover meal and
spoke of a new covenant in his blood for the forgiveness of sin. It’s almost
like the disciples wanted to test that out. Right after that holy moment…
really before they were even getting up from the table, a fight broke out.
That’s right… a fight among the twelve
disciples! And lest we judge them two harshly, say Amen toward your computer
monitor or phone if you’ve ever been part of a fight on the way to or coming
back from church. Right? It’s Sunday morning and we are going to worship the
Lord and we just let it all fly coming or going. It’s human nature, so don’t
judge the young fellas too harshly.
What were they fighting about?
Essentially it was about who was the best. Sounds a little like that old
sibling fight, “Mom likes me the best?” “Dad, am I your favorite?” The
disciples were arguing about who was the greatest… the best disciple.
And Jesus responded… the greatest is not
the oldest, not the one at the honored head of the table, not the so-called
“Benefactor” who seeks status from their works. It’s the one who serves – the
one who loves. And it’s not in Luke where we are reading, but if you piece
together the timeline of that last night before Crucifixion, you will see that
the next thing Jesus did was pick up the towel and basin and wash his
disciples’ feet. And then he went on to die for them as explained in the bread
and cup of the Last Supper.
#hardtimeshardtimes
If I were going to pick one more hashtag
for this passage it would be #hardtimeshardtimes. That was the name of a blues
song I shared with you last December. And it’s what the disciples were about to
face. Jesus didn’t really stop to scold them about their fighting; he knew hard
times were coming for them all.
So he reassures them: they have stood by
him and will indeed have a place of honor. That doesn’t make them great or the
best, but it is part of following him and serving as he has served.
But he warns them – Peter, in particular
– that Satan will “sift you like wheat.” Something hard is coming that will
turn life upside down and completely undo him. And he goes on to tell Peter
that he WILL fail him before morning arrives.
But listen to this… listen to this:
Jesus tells him that he has prayed for him, that his faith would not fail.
(Wait, didn’t it?) And then Jesus goes on to say, “When once you have turned
again, strengthen your brothers.” Did you catch all that? Jesus prayed that
Peter would not fail then said that it would… and there would be a way back
from that, not just for forgiveness, but for good purpose – to strengthen the
others.
#lemonade
Of course you know that old saying:
“when life gives you lemons… make lemonade.”
Jesus told Peter that he would be sifted
like wheat… hard times, testing times, unraveling times, failing times would
come. But then Jesus described a way back from that to something healing,
helpful, nurturing, and nourishing to others.
I want to suggest, if it’s not to
cutesy, that Jesus said when life sifts you like wheat, that God can make bread
from it… something good, something nourishing and nurturing, something that
will bless others.
Friends, our time is coming; surely right
now is one of our times of sifting. It’s almost comical to look back at our
arguments before a pandemic and stay-at-home orders. We Christians and
Americans sometimes fight about the silliest things in the big s