Maybe you have heard of the song, “Lord,
it’s Hard to be Humble.” I thought it was written by country singer, Mac Davis
back in 1980. I was wrong. It was
actually first recorded by the Pharisee in today’s Gospel reading.
Maybe you remember how this song goes.
“Lord, it’s hard to be humble
When you’re perfect in every way
I can’t wait to look in the mirror
‘Cause I get better lookin’ each day.
Actually, here are the original lyrics
directly from Jesus’ parable:
“God, I thank you that I am not like
other people,
Thieves, rogues, adulterers, or even
like this tax collector.
I fast twice a week; I give a tenth of
all my income.”
Does that song sound familiar? We
sometimes sing that song when we consciously or sub-consciously compare
ourselves to others.
Like the day I was at the Bureau of Motor
Vehicles to get my driver’s license renewed. It was crowded that day so I took
a ticket and found a seat. They called out a number and the guy next to me goes
up to the counter.
He was a middle-aged man who seemed like
someone who had a responsible job. He was wearing a polo shirt and blue jeans. Probably his day-off, I surmised.
When he got to the counter, I was shocked
to see that one of his back pockets was totally ripped away from his jeans
exposing his underwear. I don’t think he had a clue that the threads of his one
back pocket had worn that thin.
The woman sitting next to me, thinking
what I was thinking says into my ear, “My
oh my, do you think he knows? Do you think one of us should tell him?”
I said, “Nah. That’s just the new cool way to wear jeans for middle age men
nowadays.”
Several years ago in a community where I
was serving as pastor, I became a member of a gym. I made a commitment that
year to begin exercising after several years of not exercising.
During my tour of the gym, I remember
feeling a little intimidated by all of the guys pumping iron in the weight room
that day. Even during this quick tour, I was feeling out of my league. I was
beginning to second guess myself if I should become part of the gym scene.
I decided to go out and buy some fancy gym
shorts, some running shirts, expensive running shoes, a water bottle. It was
really important for me to at least look the part, if you know what I mean.
Since this wasn’t the largest gym, you had to wait your turn to get on
one of the running treadmills. This meant that you sometimes had to wait
fifteen or twenty minutes for the guy ahead of you to finish his work-out.
Standing around made me feel even more self-conscious.
But, at least I looked the part. I head
the really cool Nike clothes. I think I even had sweat-bands. Does anybody even
wear those things anymore? Back in the 90’s, that was part of the whole
work-out look.
So it was my first day at the gym. There I
was all decked out waiting my turn to run on the treadmill for the first time.
Oh, the other thing about this gym was
that all of the walls had floor to ceiling mirrors to make the gym look bigger
than it really was. The mirrors were also the gym’s way of reminding you that
you were totally out of shape.
Well, finally, the guy in front of me got
off the treadmill. Now it was my turn to shine in that gym. So I start running
on that treadmill.
It wasn’t as bad as I thought. I was
feeling a little winded the first couple of minutes but not too bad. I started
to feel a little more confident so I made the treadmill go a little faster, and
then a little more. I was now running at a pretty fast pace.
I
looked in the full-length mirror at my reflection and I thought to myself, “Robert, you are looking really good, my
friend.” I was becoming more and more confident by the second.
As I was starting to break a sweat, I
decided to look back at the mirror to admire myself just one more time. That’s
when I noticed a dryer sheet coming out from underneath my Nike shirt, and it
floated in mid air for an incredible long time before it finally landed on the
person who was running on the machine next to me.
I quickly turned away to act like it
wasn’t my dryer sheet. It was in that moment that I had been brought down a peg
or two. Instead of feeling like a world class athlete, I now felt like I had
been put in my place. I had been humbled.
I am convinced that the reason dryer
sheets fall from our shirts and our back jeans pocket wears way too thin, and
spinach is stuck in our teeth when we meet somebody for the first time is
because such humbling moments remind us that we so often take ourselves way too
seriously.
If only the Pharisee from our Gospel
reading knew that as he ridiculed the guy sitting next to him in church that he
had a mustard stain on his shirt, maybe he would have sung a different song
that day. Maybe his song in church that day would have been a song of humility
instead a song of self-sufficiency.
The reason Jesus tells gives us this
parable about the self righteous Pharisee and the humble tax collector is to
remind us since we so easily forget that God’s grace is a gift and not
something that we have earned. God’s grace is given to us as a gift through the
life, death, and resurrection of Jesus Christ.
In theological language, we call this,
“Justifying Grace.” Justifying grace is the grace that is extended to us without
price. Nobody is left out of the invitation. All are invited to receive God’s
gift of salvation regardless of our station in life.
The story is told of the great theologian,
Karl Barth who was on a speaking tour in America. Barth was known as a great
intellectual thinker of the Christian faith.
He got into the backseat of a cab and
asked the driver to take him to his hotel. The driver of the cab was a
fundamentalist Christian who was very suspicious of highly educated theologians
like Barth. When the taxi cab driver found out who was in his cab, he asked him
in a very condescending way, “So, Dr.
Barth. If you’re really a Christian like you say you are, tell me the exact day
you were saved by the blood of Jesus.”
Karl Barth, who was used to
these kinds of questions, calmly responded to this taxi cab driver by saying, “On Good Friday. The same day you were.”
What a great answer!
Like the taxi driver, sometimes, we think
we’re singing a humble song about God’s free gift of grace, when our song is
really all about us. “O Lord, it’s hard
to be humble.”
Last spring, a teaching instructor doing
doctoral work here at Ohio University was walking by our church building and he
noticed that we had added an outdoor prayer cross. He was curious about this so
he interviewed me about how our church was seeking to reach out beyond our
walls to our community.
Specifically, he wanted to know what our
church was doing to reach young adults in the community since studies are
showing that a high percentage of young people are staying away from the
church. During the interview, I told him that the outdoor prayer cross was one
of our ways that we are showing our community that we are a church that cares.
I also told him that we want to be a
church of authenticity. We want to be a church of humility where everyone feels
welcome in this place. I must have
sounded like a broken record the amount of times I used the word,
“authenticity” during that interview.
I shared how the church needs to become
more humble in the ways that we share the gospel. Our monthly “First Saturday
community outreach” is such an important way for our church to have street cred
in our community.
The people outside the church aren’t just
interested in our theological doctrines and beliefs. They want to see us
actually live out our beliefs in ways that are making a positive difference in
our community.
And all of that is a good thing because it
reminds those of us inside the church to be the authentic, humble, and genuine
people that God has called us to be. That’s why we come here week after week to
church. It’s not to show that we are religious. It’s to be gradually transformed
into the likeness of Christ.
Several months ago, I was visiting a
couple in our church. They have been married for several years. She has round
the clock nursing care because of health issues, but he is always there by her
side.
I was visiting with the husband one day
while his wife was resting in the other room. He could hear his wife so he went
to see if there was anything he could do for her. While he was there by her
bedside, I witnessed one of the most authentic and loving things I have ever
seen. This husband was stroking his wife’s hair and saying to her over and
over, “I love you. I love you.”
He wasn’t doing that to show me what a
great husband he was. He was doing that because that’s how much he loves his
wife. In that moment, I had a glimpse of his incredible humility.
When we come to church, we don’t come to
show off our faith like the Pharisee in Jesus’ parable or try to appear as
someone we’re really not. We come to this place more like the sinful tax
collector, who was humble enough to simply sit in a pew and with humility say, “God, be merciful to me a sinner.”
In fact, here’s how I like to describe
what it means to be a Christian. I shared this thought as a facebook post a
while back:
“Being
a Christian simply means that as hungry people, we thankfully stumbled upon a
bread line that led us to the bread of life.” God’s grace isn’t something
we buy or earn. It’s a gift that God wants us to receive with no strings
attached.
And it’s a gift that is offered to every
single person. Every single person.
A young homeless woman stumbled upon a
United Methodist Church one Sunday morning in St. Louis. Not a church-goer,
this woman felt she had run out of options.
With nothing left to lose, she decided to
give God a try. She quietly crept into the back of the church and sat huddled
all by herself.
She listened to the service, not fully
understanding what was happening. Panic set in as she heard the preacher talk
about something called, “Holy Communion.”
She listened to the words of liturgy that
are spoken before the Sacrament is offered and the invitation for all to
receive this holy meal. She decided that she was not going to share in this
meal. She felt unworthy to receive the bread and the juice along with everybody
else in that church.
She liked the ideas she heard but she knew
in her heart of hearts that she was an unclean person and that Communion wasn’t
for people like her. As she was thinking about these things, she was startled
and alarmed to see a man and a woman heading toward her with holding the bread
and cup.
She gripped her hands together and shook
her head from side to side. She politely refused to receive.
“What’s
the matter?,” the woman usher asked.
“I’ve
never been here before. I don’t belong here. I don’t know what’s happening,” the young woman stammered.
Both the man and the woman smiled. Then
the man said, “You don’t have to belong
here. Holy Communion is for everyone.”
“Not
for me,” the visitor replied. “I’m
not a good person. That’s not for me,” she said, nodding at the bread and
cup.
“This
is especially for you,” the woman said. “No
one here deserves it. It’s a gift to us from God. You don’t have to get ready
for Communion. Communion makes you ready to receive God’s love.”
This young woman sat there
with tears in her eyes, speechless. Still clutching her hands together in front
of her, she clenched her eyes shut and opened her lips.
The woman dipped a piece of bread in the
cup and placed it in the young woman’s mouth. As the sweetness of the juice and
the rich flavor of the bread mingled on her tongue, the young woman broke down,
sobbing, “thank you, thank you” over
and over.
This is what it means to be humbled in a
good way. It’s not that we are evil or overly mean or hurtful. We are human
beings who sometimes do incredible and wonderful things, but who also can be
hurtful, neglectful, short-sighted, and misguided.
We are as God made us, desperately in need
of love and forgiveness and second chances. Not one of us is worthy of the
grace of God, but it is denied to none of us. It is a gift that cleanses us and
changes us and makes us the people God wants us to be.
But
this isn’t the end of the story. One week later, the young woman returned to
that same church with five of her friends. She noticed the woman who had served
her Communion the week before and she waved her over. “When’s Communion?” she asked.
“Oh,
well, we only serve communion once a month,” was her reply.
Eyes wide, he young woman said in a
shocked voice, “But we need it. I haven’t
felt anything so good in years, and I want my friend to have it, too!”
This woman was learning the
tune to the same song of the tax collector from our Gospel reading this
morning. It’s a humble song.
And it goes like this…
“God,
be merciful to me, a sinner!”
A Humble Song
Small Group Questions
Luke 18:9-14
October 23, 2016
Our Gospel reading this week takes place in a synagogue where a Pharisee known for his religious faithfulness, justifies himself by comparing himself with a tax collector, who would have been considered a very sinful and unscruplous person.
In what ways do we sometimes compare ourselves with others in terms of morals, ethics, and religious faithfulness and why do we sometimes feel the need to justify ourselves to God through these comparisons?
In his sermon, Pastor Robert shared a humbling moment that happened to him recently when he noticed the genuine way that a husband was lovingly caring for his wife who needs round the clock care. That was a "thin place" moment for him because he could see God's love present in the loving actions of that husband.
Share a time when you noticed someone doing a very genuine and humble act of love on behalf of someone that reminded you of God's presence.
The closing story of the sermon was about someone visiting church for the first time who didn't feel worthy to receive Holy Communion. When someone in the church told her that God's grace is extended to everyone including her, it helped her to see just how much God loves her.
Can you think of someone along your faith journey who has helped you to receive God's love in a deeper way?
This week, be open to opportunities inside as well as outside the church to help others know and receive God's unconditional love. Sharing God's love with others is one of the best ways to for us to live our faith in humility.
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