Fifth Sunday of Easter

May 10, 2009

Sermon by Pastor John Marboe

 

 

The Holy Gospel according to St. John.  (John 15:1‑8)

 

[Jesus said:] “I am the true vine, and my Father is the vinegrower.  He removes every branch in me that bears no fruit.  Every branch that bears fruit he prunes to make it bear more fruit.  You have already been cleansed by the word that I have spoken to you.  Abide in me as I abide in you.  Just as the branch cannot bear fruit by itself unless it abides in the vine, neither can you unless you abide in me.  I am the vine, you are the branches.  Those who abide in me and I in them bear much fruit, because apart from me you can do nothing.  Whoever does not abide in me is thrown away like a branch and withers; such branches are gathered, thrown into the fire, and burned.  If you abide in me, and my words abide in you, ask for whatever you wish, and it will be done for you.  My Father is glorified by this, that you bear much fruit and become my disciples.”

 

The Gospel of the Lord.

 

We talk about love all the time.  We live in a culture that is saturated with love, or at least something we call love.  “Love will find a way.”  “Love makes the world go around.”  “Love is the answer.”  “Love is very, very extraordinary.”  Our popular culture is saturated with songs about love, song after song.  And love has become commercialized.  “I love my Cub.”  “I love my Cub!”  McDonald’s: “I’m lovin’ it.”  Or do you remember that commercial where, I think it was Barry White, in the background, with that deep, sensual baritone, talking about “falling in love.”  “I’m in love.”  And on the T.V. screen, turning slowly, round and round, is an Arby’s roast beef sandwich.  Now, that’s love.  Love has become cliché and cheap, as cheap as a dollar menu item.

 

But people who know love, people who are mature in love, know that love is life itself, and that to be open to love deeply is to be open to being cut.  To be without love is death, our text says.  To be apart from God’s love is death; it’s to wither and to be tossed aside.  Love is life itself.  But there is also great pain in love.  There’s no way around that. There is no way out of that.

 

Jesus speaks to his disciples here in the Gospel of John on the eve of his death.  It is his last meal with his disciples, and so what he wants to say to them, of course, is going to be something that he wants them to remember after he’s gone.  He says to them, “I am the vine, you are the branches.”  “Abide in me.”  It’s a beautiful image of a vine and branches, a lovely image; a plant, a growing thing, a living thing. 

It’s also an image with a bite.  Yes, it’s a beautiful image; an image of our oneness with God and with one another, and the life flowing through and fruit being born, good fruit being born; about belonging to one another; about having life together; that life itself comes to us through being connected to God and to one another. But it’s also an image about cutting.  It says that every branch that bears fruit will be cut back so that it bears more fruit.  Love, being open to love, is to be open to being cut.  Love is unsafe.  Sometimes I wish that were different, but that’s the way it is.  Love makes us vulnerable.  Love makes us open to being hurt.  Love that redeems, love that is redemptive in this world, will experience pain. 

 

The love of God in Christ is the juice, is the sap, is the life force that flows through this vine.  That love is unconditional, and it is for you. But that life is not just to be for us but to flow through us and to bear fruit in the world.  This is not conventional love.  This is not respectable love.  This is unconventional love, and Jesus showed us what it’s like.

 

Someone approached Jesus one time and said, “Good teacher, what is the great commandment?”  And Jesus says, “You will love the Lord your God with all your heart, soul, mind, and strength.  And the second is like it.  You shall love your neighbor as yourself.”  That person, wishing to justify himself, said, “And who is my neighbor?”—which is a question I think we all ask“Who is my neighbor?” 

 

Jesus goes on to tell a story in response.  He says a man was walking down the road and fell among robbers and was beaten and robbed and left to die.  One person passes by on the other side; another person passes by on the side.  But a Samaritan, a Samaritan comes.  And who is a Samaritan?  In Jesus’ day, a Samaritan was an enemy.  Samaritans shared a border with Judea and were regarded with particular contempt. They were seen to have a corrupted form of Judaism as a religion, and considered unclean. There was no love between Jews and Samaritans, and no one in Jesus’ audience would expect a Samaritan to stop and help a Jew in distress.  But a Samaritan, Jesus said, went to that man, put him on his own donkey, brought him to an inn, paid for his stay, and saved his life. It would not be expected, something, perhaps, like a Jew in Southern Israel not being helped by a Palestinian from Gaza.

 

Jesus explodes the boundary nearly everyone in his culture would recognize between a neighbor and a non-neighbor. A Samaritan was definitely not a neighbor. A Samaritan was unclean. But Jesus goes beyond the point that your enemy is your neighbor too, which would have been startling enough.  He declares the question wrong. “Don’t ask who is my neighbor, but, rather, HOW AM I TO BE A NEIGHBOR?” This is the kind of love that makes us vulnerable.

 

Jesus taught elsewhere, “Everybody loves those who loved them back.  What good is it to you if you love those who love you?  I tell you, love your enemies; pray for those who persecute you; do good to those who hate you.”  This kind of love is the redemptive love of Christ that connects us to the vine and makes us fruitful in the world.  But this kind of love comes with pain built in. Loving enemies is no walk in the park.

 

Let me here add an important point. This is not encouragement to stay in an abusive or oppressive situation! Love, even for enemies, can also say NO, and NO MORE.

 

Mothers, I think, have a special knowledge of the pain that comes quite naturally with real love.  There is death in love.  There is no growth without severingfrom gestation to birth, to the cutting of the cord, to the weaning, to the toddling off, to the “I can do it by myself, mom” stage, to off to school with a backpack, to graduating from school and moving away. 

 

To love is to be truly alive.  Jesus said, “Abide in me, abide in my love.”  But do not be naïve, because God’s love is costly.  Love and pain are part of the same vine.  And for that reason Jesus said, on the eve of his death, to his disciples who were about to see the measure of his love for them, Jesus said “Abide, stay in this love.

 

Amen.