for the September 9 Chapel Service at MTS
Swept Up
Luke 15:1,10 · Proper 19,
Year C
Now all the tax collectors and sinners were coming near to
listen to him. And the Pharisees and the scribes were grumbling and saying,
“This fellow welcomes sinners and eats with them.” So he told them this
parable: “Which one of you, having a hundred sheep and losing one of them, does
not leave the ninety-nine in the wilderness and go after the one that is lost
until he finds it? When he has found it, he lays it on his shoulders and
rejoices. And when he comes home, he calls together his friends and neighbors,
saying to them, ‘Rejoice with me, for I have found my sheep that was lost.’
Just so, I tell you, there will be more joy in heaven over one sinner who
repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who need no repentance. Or what
woman having ten silver coins, if she loses one of them, does not light a lamp,
sweep the house, and search carefully until she finds it? When she has found
it, she calls together her friends and neighbors, saying, ‘Rejoice with me, for
I have found the coin that I had lost.’ Just so, I tell you, there is joy in
the presence of the angels of God over one sinner who repents.”1
So I'm doing
something this fall I've never done before. This week I registered to attend
the reunion at Vanderbilt Divinity School. I started there 38 years ago and
earned my MDiv in 1990. I've been texting with old classmates this week and
have been reflecting on those professors who, when I was a mere lad, shaped me
in ways that even now I'm only coming to understand. It’s possible you’ll hear
me wax nostalgic a little during this sermon.
Let
us pray: Of all the words spoken today, may it be your living Word that
remains. Give us the grace to receive it, and the charity to let all the other
words slip away. Amen.2
You’re known by the company you
keep.
Isn’t that the sage advice of fables, philosophers,
the scripture itself, to say nothing of momma?
What are we without our reputations?
Shoot, what are we with them?
Jesus
is eating again. That’s how this starts.
It
always starts with a grumble. Not a loud one. Not the kind that splits the
room, but you hear it. You know what those 'church whispers' sound like, don't
ya? It’s amazing how audible self-righteously indignant whispered consternation can
be. A raised eyebrow. A slight shake of the head.
“He’s
eating with those people,”
apparently, and people notice.
What
Jesus does next isn’t at all random. It has purpose. Meaning.
It’s
a response to the kind of murmuring that always shows up when God does
something disorienting to those convinced they know who God is and what God
wants. Luke places it
squarely in the context of table fellowship and holiness codes. The text says
Jesus 'welcomes sinners and eats with them.' In Luke’s Gospel, that’s not
just a description, it’s an accusation. Because in Luke, to eat with
someone is to declare them part of your community. That’s why it’s dangerous.
Now, Jesus
could’ve scolded them. Could’ve quoted a Psalm or two. Could’ve drawn a line in
the dirt like he does sometimes.
But
instead?
Instead, he tells
stories. And not neat little fables. They’re stories that don’t quite sit
right. Stories that mess with your categories.
Stories
that don’t let you stay where you are.
“Let’s see,” he
says, …” have you heard the one about the shepherd who had a hundred sheep and
one goes missing?”
It’s
easy to judge whether or not he was any good at it by leaving ninety-nine
perfectly fine sheep to search for one lost, little lamb.
But
that’s not even the scandalous part of the story. He actually finds the darn thing, throws it
over his shoulders, gathers his friends and throws a party. Weirdo.
And then there’s the
one about this woman. Loses a coin. Lights a lamp. Sweeps the floor. Crawls
around on her hands and knees.
You’d
think she’d pocket it and move on.
But
instead, she calls her neighbors. Throws a party. For a found coin? What is
going on?
David
Buttrick was my homiletics professor. In
Speaking Parables: A Homiletic Guide he writes:
“Parables are not
illustrations. They are acts of speech that can overturn the world of hearers,
dislodging fixed assumptions and evoking the new world of God’s reign.”3
The
stories Jesus tells are not about what’s rational. The math doesn’t work. But grace never concerns itself with such
things. It’s not about accounting. It’s about recovery.
Dr.
Buttrick was a towering figure to us newbies in his class, not just
intellectually but in his presence. Most often, he’d amble into the classroom just
as we were due to start, if not a couple of minutes past start time. And we knew
better than to scurry or wonder if he’s going to show up. He’d wear the same
red plaid shirt and khakis, always had a Styrofoam (it was the 80’s) half-full
cup of coffee that had been on the burner so long it could have been mistaken
for molasses, with the smoke of the just extinguished cigarette swirling into a
halo above him. His voice was gravelly, his eyes mischievous. And when he said
something that undid our tidy theologies (which he did a lot), he seemed to take
no small amount of glee in doing so.
In
his New Testament Rhetoric and Homiletical Theory class, I remember him
addressing this story by asking, not as a throwaway line, but as a charge:
“If the sheep follow the shepherd, why
didn’t they go with him?”4
Why
didn’t they?
That
question stayed with me. Still does.
I
guess if we play faith safe, spending more time doing cost/benefit and SWOT
analyses than holy boldness, we'd never go.
We'll
hold down the fort. Keep the books. Wait for the one to come crawling back.
But
the Gospel isn’t about waiting. It’s about going. About joining God in the
search.
And
what’s this story again about a woman tidying up to find a lost coin?
This
isn’t just about finding something that was lost. It’s about whose hands are
doing the finding. About where the Spirit chooses to move. In kitchens. In
basements. In everyday acts of grace.
Maybe she lit that lamp because those ten coins were all she had to live on. Maybe the floor she swept wasn’t her own. Maybe she had already lost too much in life to risk letting this go.
In this light,
her action is not only practical, it is courageous.
Faithful.
Political. And holy.
I
think about Joretta Marshall, who was unquestionably the professor who formed
me most in the field of pastoral care and the theological impetus that drives
it. She was my professor, field ed small group facilitator, if she offered a
course, I took it, and someone for whom I have deep admiration, affection, and
respect. I have continued to learn from her over the years.
Marshall
insisted that pastoral care is never abstract but always particular:
“Pastoral care is
attentive to the uniqueness of persons and their stories, and to the contexts
of community and culture that shape their lives.”6
In
that spirit, I would say: to offer care is to notice what is usually ignored —
the unspoken grief, the unswept floor, the lost thing that matters deeply to
the one who lost it.
When
we sweep with intention, light lamps with hope, or refuse to stop searching,
we’re not just tidying up. We’re practicing presence. We’re proclaiming what
others might dismiss is, in fact, holy.
She
doesn’t wait for grace; she partners with it.
And
when she finds what was lost? She throws a party.
That’s
the scandal, isn’t it? Not just that God finds the lost. But that God’s response
to the finding is lavish!
No
doctrine check. No backstory exam. No Enneagram analysis to explain why someone
does what they do (spare me, please!). Just pure unmitigated
joy.
Now,
as we all know, there’s another story in this chapter pulled from Jesus’ “Lost
and Found” story bin. You may have heard it, but that’s for another day. The
thing about parables is less about figuring out the answers to what they mean and
learning to pay attention to the questions they ask.
So,
I have a few for us to ponder. Where are
you in the story? Where is God? Are you the ninety-nine? Are you under the
couch, covered in dust? Are you grumbling in the corner, arms folded?
In
our comfort, the way of Jesus can be discomforting, can’t it?
Perhaps
you're part of a community like MTS, caught in a liminal season —a place
between what has been and what is, with what will be not yet clear. But even
here, we are called to embody our vision: to center scholarship that listens
deeply, piety that seeks God in the dust, and justice that joins the search.
Maybe the call right now isn't to have every answer, but to stay open to the
stories that unsettle and reshape us.
What
are we going to do? Stay put with the ninety-nine? Light a lamp, sweep the
floor, and step into the search with God?
Maybe
it’s time to get up off our 'Blessed Assurance,' and go after what matters to
God.
Because
this much I know: God is seeking. God is sweeping. God is rejoicing. And when
the lost are found, you best believe the next thing you hear is the sound of
God — swept up with laughter.
Footnotes
1. Luke
15.1-10, NRSVUE.
2. David Lowes Watson. A prayer he often used before preaching.
3. David
Buttrick, Speaking Parables: A Homiletic Guide (Louisville: WestminsterJohn
Knox, 2000), 13–14.
4. David
Buttrick, New Testament Rhetoric and Homiletical Theory, class notes, 1989.
5. Joretta
L. Marshall, Counseling and Pastoral Care (Nashville: Abingdon, 1998).