Friends-
Special guest post by my good friend and one of our Stake High Councimen, Matt Mosman. I've posted some of his writing here before, and like earlier talks, this one doesn't disappoint.
I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!
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Good morning, brothers and
sisters. Always a pleasure to see so
many of my friends here in the El Camino Ward.
A few months ago one of our
other high councilmen, Rob Hansen, cornered me after a meeting and said, “I’ve
got your talks figured out.” He proceeded
to tell me that his observation is that I always take the assigned topic and
draw the slimmest analogy to whatever it is I wanted to talk about, but in the
end I always talk about whatever I feel like.
Rob is exactly right. I’ve been doing that for years, I’m afraid,
and he caught me. So today I’m going to
do this differently: I’m going to dispense with the analogy, I’m going to beg
forgiveness of the stake presidency, and I’m going to talk about what I want to
talk about. I have something that’s been
on my mind.
A couple of months ago I was in
a ward in another state and overheard a conversation going on in the hallway of
the church. Some men and women were
discussing what they thought should be done about a gay man who had started
coming back to church.
The conversation was all about rules: what he could do, what he
couldn’t. It then turned for a while
into the members’ own interactions
with him: what if one of them was assigned to home teach him? What if he invited them over to dinner? What if he has a partner? What then?
This particular issue is one
I’ve been thinking about for years. When
I was called to the high council, I was called to serve in the Bay Ward up in
the city. That ward’s rolls are full to
the brim with mostly inactive gay men and women, and it was my specific job to
work on how we could minister to them.
If we want to talk about that
hallway conversation, we could definitely take this talk in the direction of
“he that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone.” For sure we could talk about that, and we all
know that every one of us had better drop the rocks in our hands if we’re going
to talk about that. But that’s not where
I’m going. I want to take this in a
different direction, just a little bit.
I want to talk about rules. I want to talk about the Good Samaritan.
I think that those people in
that church hallway were asking the same question that the lawyer asked Jesus
in Luke Chapter 10: “Who is my neighbor?”
Happily, this means that Jesus
gave them a fairly direct answer. Here
is what is says:
And
Jesus answering said, A certain man went down from Jerusalem to Jericho, and
fell among thieves, which stripped him of his raiment, and wounded him, and
departed, leaving him half dead.
And by chance there came down a certain priest
that way: and when he saw him, he passed by on the other side.
And
likewise a Levite, when he was at the place, came and looked on him, and passed
by on the other side.
The
priest and Levite both know better. They
work in the temple; they would know that Leviticus 19:34 says that if you see a stranger
in need, you do whatever it takes to meet his need. Exodus chapter 23:4-5 says if you find even
your enemy's donkey astray, you make sure you rescue the man's donkey, let
alone the man. The priest would have
taught this; the Levite surely would have known it. They would surely have known the sayings of
the prophet Micah, who said on behalf of God, "He has told you, O man,
what is good. What does the Lord require
of you but to do justice, to love kindness and to walk humbly with your
God?" Both the priest and the
Levite would have known all of that.
But they
also knew some rules. The stranger might have been dead, and it is
forbidden for someone who serves in the temple to touch a dead body. If either of them did, he would have to
undergo a lengthy purification ritual.
The man sure looked dead --
Jesus said that the thieves had left him half-dead, and it could have been
hours since then. The priest and Levite
knew the rules, and they kept the rules.
And in this instance, the rules meant more to them than compassion
did. They did not see the injured man as
their neighbor; they saw him as a problem.
And now
the story has its twist. In verse 33:
But a
certain Samaritan, as he journeyed, came where he was:
If we
know anything of Jewish/Samaritan relations, this is likely to be the worst
possible thing to
happen to the injured man.
We assume the injured man is a Jew because this is Israel and a certain man in Israel would be
a Jew -- so there lies this Jewish man.
And now into the story comes a Samaritan. The assumption is that the Samaritan is not
going to be any help at all, because the Samaritans and the Jews held each
other in the most bitter contempt.
Samaritans
were of the tribes of Ephraim and Manasseh, and some claimed to be
Levites. After the Northern
Kingdom was taken captive in the Babylonian Exile, Samaritans
remained in the land, which was then taken over by Gentiles. These Ephraimites and Manassehites who
remained in the land intermarried with the Gentiles, for which they were
despised and hated by their cousins because they had “sold their birthright”
and (in the eyes of the Jews) polluted the pure strain of God's chosen
people.
How much
were they despised? When Israel, led by
Nehemiah, came back from Babylonian captivity, they wanted to rebuild the
wall. The Samaritans showed up. In Ezra Chapter 4, the Samaritans who showed
up were referred to as “the adversaries of Judah and Benjamin,” but they still
offered to help. They went to
Zerubbabel, and said, “Let us build with you, for we seek your God, as you
do.” They want to reconnect with their
Jewish roots, and rejoin the family.
But
Zerubbabel and Jeshua said, “Ye have nothing to do with us to build an house
unto our God; but we ourselves will build.”
The bitterness was that deep. So
the Samaritans then turned to be their enemies, all the time the Jews are
trying to build the wall, Samaritans try to prevent them from doing it, led by
a man named Sanballat.
Eventually
the Samaritans built their own temple, on Mount Gerizim. And in 128 B.C., a hundred and twenty-eight
years before Jesus' birth, Jews from Jerusalem
went and destroyed the Mount
Gerizim temple and killed
some of the Samaritans.
The
animosity was profound. Whenever a Jew traveled from north to south,
or south to north, by far the easiest
way would be to go through Samaria. They never did -- they went around Samaria.
Nobody went through Samaria. They wouldn't put the dirt of Samaria on their shoes,
the hatred ran so deep.
And it
cut both ways: a Samaritan was no more eager to interact with a Jew than a Jew
was with a Samaritan. This is important:
the Samaritan has his own rules. He’s
not supposed to do what we all know he’s about to do.
and when
he saw him, he had compassion on him...
This is
where the Samaritan takes center stage in the story. And here comes the main point: he puts aside
all the rules and regulations and thinks of the big picture. Samaritans are religious: the Samaritan
religion claims to be the true Judaism.
So he must experience some of the same issues that the priest and Levite
did: He’s asking himself what the rules
are, but he takes it just a little farther and asks himself, “Ultimately, what is the point of my
religion? What is the goal? What is God trying to make of me?”
In my
work we would say that he’s focused on the strategy and not the tactics. Strategy is what executives think about: what
are we trying to do as a business? Who
are we? Tactics are the day-to-day
activities that ideally are supposed to support the strategy. But sometimes they don’t, and we have to
watch that. That’s really been my job as
an executive in various businesses: to make sure that I’m keeping an eye on the
big picture, and to ensure that the things that people are doing every day are
keeping us on that path.
I hope
you understand what I mean here. I’m not
saying that you don’t want to keep the rules, that you don’t want to follow the
commandments. That’s absolutely not what I’m trying to say.
But I
also think that if you think of the scriptures as a rulebook, you are missing
the entire point of religion. God is
trying to make something of you and
me, and it’s worth asking ourselves, all the time, what He is trying to
do. It has something to do with
kindness. It has a lot to do with losing
the temptation to judge others. It is
almost certainly about you and me learning to express love without putting
conditions on that love.
Notice
how the Samaritan loves. His lack of
conditions on that love is breathtaking, and the more you think about it, the
more breath it takes away.
First of
all, he saw him, and he felt compassion.
This is where it all begins, something in his heart just goes out to the
man, the way our hearts should ache for those who suffer around us -- a
sadness, a grief, a sympathy, a driving need to rescue and recover the
man.
And so
verse 34 says, "He came to him."
He doesn’t call up to him, ask him how he’s doing. He goes to where the man is. He evaluates him and gives careful attention
to what's going to be required for his rescue and recovery. He discovers that the man is alive, but has
some wounds -- in Greek word is trauma.
And so
it says that after he came to him he bandaged up his wounds, and there is a lot
of information there. The scripture says
that the man is naked, so whatever the Samaritan used for bandages came out of
his own bag. He used his own
clothing. You can picture that he starts
tearing up his own clothes -- if not the ones he was wearing, then perhaps
extras that he carried in his travel bag -- and he starts bandaging the man
up.
The
scripture tells us that in the process of binding the wounds the Samaritan also
pours in oil and wine. Wine was used
because of its fermentation as an antiseptic, and the oil would soothe and
soften the damaged tissue. The Samaritan
wasn’t wandering around with a medicine bag.
He carried wine with him to drink on a long journey, and oil to cook
with. The Samaritan is divesting himself
of his own clothing, and he's divesting himself of his own provisions.
After
doing his best to handle the man’s wounds, the Samaritan drapes the injured man
over the back of his donkey and takes him to an inn, walking beside his living
transportation, holding the man on to make sure he doesn't come off.
After a
time -- we don’t know how long, but it couldn’t have been around the block --,
the Samaritan gets him to an inn. This
wasn’t Jerusalem; this was somewhere on a
dangerous road between Jerusalem and Jericho. An inn in a place like that would have been a
meager place at best. I wouldn’t suspect
that the innkeeper was an honest man, though I guess he might have been. Most weren’t.
But there was no choice here; the Samaritan needed to find a place to
offer this man some rest and care, so he no doubt took whatever he could get.
And then
the scripture says wonderfully, "And took care of him." Having negotiated the place to stay, the
Samaritan took the man in, put him down to rest, continued to work with him
with his bandages, continued working with his wounds, provided food, sleep,
comfort, water, cleansing. And he did it
all night.
How do
we know that? Well, because it says so
in verse 35, "And on the next day..."
He stayed with him all night. He
set his whole agenda aside. He gave up
his own clothes, his own supplies, his own time. This is amazing for a stranger who was his
worst enemy. And he stayed all night by
his bed, making sure he was cared for.
And that
wasn't all: in verse 35 it says, "On the next day he took out two pence
and gave them to the innkeeper and said, 'Take care of him.'" Wanting to
go on his journey the Samaritan now puts him in the care of an innkeeper, and
gives the innkeeper two pence. I spent a
long time wondering, how much is two pence in those days? So I looked it up and did a little math. Sources from that day suggest that the cost
of a night at a low-end inn in those days would have been about 1/32 of a
pence. So he gave him enough for
something like two months worth of
room and board. Even if I’m wrong about
it being meager and it’s a better place, the Samaritan left the innkeeper with
somewhere between a month and two months worth of room and board for the
injured man.
The
story goes even further when the Samaritan says to the innkeeper in verse 35,
"Take care of him and whatever more you spend, when I return I will repay
you." Now he has exposed himself to
serious extortion. Unbelievably, he's
left an open account.
The
whole story is remarkable -- even more than we thought at first, isn’t it? He stops.
He tears up his own clothes to use for bandages. He uses his own provisions to speed healing,
and then he pays for two months’ stay and leaves a blank check with the
inn.
There
are two points to this story, I think:
First, that here is an example of boundary-less concern. There was no end to what he would do, and
there was not a moment’s concern for who this poor stranger was. Didn’t matter that he was a Jew. He could have been rich, poor, a good guy, or
a bad one. None of it mattered. There was no holding back of his desire to
bless. It depended on nothing.
Second,
and here is the point I’m trying to make: He let the principles, the
big-picture things, rule over the little rules and regulations about how he was
supposed to interact with Jews.
So now
go back with me to that hallway conversation: what is the answer to those who
wonder whether they should accept the dinner invitation? I’ve tried to figure out what their point is:
are they trying to express their disapproval?
Is the condemnation of our brothers and sisters a gospel principle? Is that what Jesus was trying to teach
us? Is that part of God’s strategy for
you and me: that we become really good at expressing our disapproval of others?
It’s
worth noting a couple of things about Jesus: first, that the primary thing that people in his day criticized him for, is that he
hung out with the wrong crowd. A
prophet, they said, would find a better class of people for friends. But Jesus was never very concerned about how
things looked to others: he saw goodness in fishermen and tax collectors.
Second,
it’s worth noting that Jesus really reserved His criticism for people like the
Pharisees and Saducees who all shared the
same trait: they became so wrapped up in following all the rules that they
forgot to pay attention to whether or not they were becoming good people.
Brothers
and Sisters: I know that this is the kind of talk that can be taken all
wrong. But you’re smart folks, and
you’ll figure out how to take it correctly.
God has a strategy, a big picture, for you and for me -- and we should keep
that always in the forefront of our minds.
So, do
you take that dinner invitation? Do you
home teach without judgment and with real love?
Of course you do. God’s strategy,
His big picture for you and for me, asks us to open our arms wide to welcome,
and our hearts all the way without reservation.
I leave
these thoughts with you in the name of Jesus.
Amen.
Excellent talk! So appropriate and needed. Thanks for sharing it, Mitch.
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautiful lesson. "Jesus was never very concerned about how things looked to others: he saw goodness in fishermen and tax collectors." sums it up perfectly. I often feel like a "tax collector" myself. Yet, Christ never fails to show me the goodness He sees in me, even so. How, then, can I not do the same to my fellow men? Thank you for sharing this. Will pass it on.
ReplyDeleteThank you for this post. Lots of food for thought!
ReplyDeleteI've continued to ponder this talk since I read it a few days ago. Then I listened to Elder Clausse's conference talk from the Priesthood session last week, which had similar ideas. Yes, we all can improve in how we treat our brothers and sisters who are different from us. They are all God's beloved children. Thank you for posting this talk.
ReplyDeleteI also posted this comment on the cross-post at No More Strangers, but thought it belonged here too.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing this, and for your *subversive* choice to speak on the topics that you are inspired to speak on. I have that same tendency whenever I am assigned to talk on, or speak about, The Proclamation on the Family. (My lesson plan was guest posted a month or so ago.) I find that there are some other times that I get an assigned topic, and The Lord wants me to really dig deep into one or two passages that actually reference the Savior.
I recently had a very long email exchange with a family friend, where he expressed great anxiety for my soul. He felt that by noticing, and commenting, in ways he found disparaging, that I was doing conservative members of the church, especially in Utah, (where he has recently moved) a great disservice, in allowing a young woman who grew up in a very conservative Mormon setting, to tell her story in the way she experiences it. He was also offended by a comment I made, about the lack of inclusion of Christ in several lesson plans, provided by the church, to use in teaching the YM/YW about the Proclamation. He expressed worry that in sharing my experiences, as a survivor, that I was encouraging those who wish to destroy the church, ammunition, in sharing not just my story, but the stories of many people who have a variety of perspectives on the gospel, including those who have left the church.
As I read your talk, I finally understood a piece of the puzzle that was missing in our conversation. He assumed that I just didn't know the rules about what makes you unclean, and needed to be talk how to be a good priest or Levite. He couldn't see that because I had always been "unclean" by those standards, yet had continued to be blessed by The Lord, in full measure. I do not fear for my own cleanliness, my focus is on the bruised, abused and scared child of God, who I have the chance to help heal. I share their stories, even when they are heartbreaking, involve leaving the church, contemplating suicide, or expressing anger and frustration. I also share the stories of people who have been given in looked for blessings, who felt there was no way out, but found a toe hold of hope and are changing their lives, even when those changes are just starting, still unfinished. In each case, I give them a chance to stand firmly and say, "I am here, I have been through my own hell, (or my own sublime, or both) and what I have to say is important to more than just me. Julia thinks I am important too."
I have more to think and pray about, but I will link back to this when I flush them out to a full post. I'll leave the link here too. Thank you again, for giving me some important things to think through.