Sunday March 1
Readings: Gn 2:7-9; 3:1-7; Rom 5:12-19; Mt 4:1-11
I’d be engaging in a near impossible task if I tried to sum up the first two readings – the first being the story of humans in the garden of Eden and the second being a very complex theology of sin put forth by St. Paul. Yet both represent a profound wrestling with the idea of brokenness in the world and in our own lives.
Almost any time you hear the bible talk about “sin” it is not referring to personal sins. Those are usually in the plural (because they are many!) but also because the biblical imagination differentiated it a little differently than our singular translation of the word. “Sin” is one of the ways the scriptures talk about structural evil. It’s not the little decisions we make so much as the macro arrangements that are made and built into the fabric of society that generally benefit one group and harm others. Call it injustice, oppression, inequity, etc.
So when we read the gospel and hear that the “devil” is tempting Jesus, it is important to think about this story as a collective tale as well as what happens to Jesus. Think of it, perhaps, as an inner conversation that Jesus is having with himself and the social structures of the world around him.
The setting is also very important here. Jesus is in the wilderness. He’s been there for 40 days – apprenticing himself to the land (which is our primal connection – although most of us in the United States have nearly lost this connection). The wilderness is where the prophets emerged from. The wilderness is where John the Baptist lived. The wilderness is the place that we are called back to in order to be made wild again.
My friend Todd Wynward from Taos, NM, has been doing a lot of thinking in recent years about the need to “rewild” ourselves as followers of Jesus. Read his words slowly when he describes the common expression of modern Christianity:
Try this on: Your native indigenous character as a child of God has been distorted by dominant culture.
If you’re a privileged North American like me, your mental and spiritual environment has been colonized by the agents of Empire. You’ve been tamed and domesticated, shackled and stuffed. Despite your professed values of love and justice, you often make choices that are unfair, unjust, and unhealthy for the world. You hoard too much, spend too much, work too much, worry too much, consume too much, attack too much, protect too much, waste too much. You love too little, share too little, forgive too little, risk too little, enjoy too little. You’ve become devoted to gadgets and diversions.
You’ve become enslaved by the tempting addictions, frenetic compulsions, and enticing attachments of the modern affluent lifestyle. If you’re like me, you’ve become addicted to Empire. Ours is not a new problem. For millennia, God’s people have too easily devoted themselves to idols of gold, submitted to Caesar, bonded with Babylon, and assimilated into Empire.
And so we meet a Jesus today who must confront these very same temptations of Empire: being successful (regardless of the cost), looking impressive or thinking of ourselves as superior/special/saved, and trying to dominate, be in control or be powerful and important. Those are serious temptations and are supported by the world all around us.
And so we, too, must find a way to address them.
It’s also too big a task to try to write a paragraph on how we “re-wild” ourselves and resist the forces of Empire in our lives, but here are a few ideas to reflect on during Lent that might point us towards that end.
Spend more time outdoors. Spend less time on our screens and more face-to-face time. Practice Sabbath. Buy local. Eat what is in season from farmers in your area. Practice nonviolence in speech and action. Listen to your dreams. Pray for guidance. Do things that ‘do not compute’.
In some translations of today’s gospel, the scripture says, “And the devil left Jesus and waited for another time to tempt him…” Like Jesus, we don’t just deal with this devil once. It will keep coming back. No doubt all of this will come up for us again this Lent.
4 Comments
Kathryn Franz
Your final words in today’s mediation remind me of this poem by Wendell Berry….especially the final line.l
Thank you for your words today.
“Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front”
Love the quick profit, the annual raise,
vacation with pay. Want more
of everything ready-made. Be afraid
to know your neighbors and to die.
And you will have a window in your head.
Not even your future will be a mystery
any more. Your mind will be punched in a card
and shut away in a little drawer.
When they want you to buy something
they will call you. When they want you
to die for profit they will let you know.
So, friends, every day do something
that won’t compute. Love the Lord.
Love the world. Work for nothing.
Take all that you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it.
Denounce the government and embrace
the flag. Hope to live in that free
republic for which it stands.
Give your approval to all you cannot
understand. Praise ignorance, for what man
has not encountered he has not destroyed.
Ask the questions that have no answers.
Invest in the millennium. Plant sequoias.
Say that your main crop is the forest
that you did not plant,
that you will not live to harvest.
Say that the leaves are harvested
when they have rotted into the mold.
Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.
Put your faith in the two inches of humus
that will build under the trees
every thousand years.
Listen to carrion — put your ear
close, and hear the faint chattering
of the songs that are to come.
Expect the end of the world. Laugh.
Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
though you have considered all the facts.
So long as women do not go cheap
for power, please women more than men.
Ask yourself: Will this satisfy
a woman satisfied to bear a child?
Will this disturb the sleep
of a woman near to giving birth?
Go with your love to the fields.
Lie easy in the shade. Rest your head
in her lap. Swear allegiance
to what is nighest your thoughts.
As soon as the generals and the politicos
can predict the motions of your mind,
lose it. Leave it as a sign
to mark the false trail, the way
you didn’t go. Be like the fox
who makes more tracks than necessary,
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection.
Mike Boucher Author
Yes, Kathryn, Berry was EXACTLY who I was influenced by when I wrote it. Thanks for providing his whole marvelous poem.
Maureen Hood
What a phenomenal reflection. Thank you, Mike!
Mike Boucher Author
Thanks, Maureen. Glad to have you on the journey..
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