From Pastor Kenny's Desk

February 3, 2019

Then he said to them, “Today, in your hearing, this scripture passage is fulfilled.”

 

All who were present spoke favorably of him; they marveled at the eloquence of the words on Jesus’ lips. They said, “Surely this isn’t Mary and Joseph’s son!” Jesus said to them, “Undoubtedly you’ll quote me the proverb, ‘Physician, heal yourself,’ and say, ‘Do here in your own country the things we heard you did in Capernaum.’ But the truth is, prophets never gain acceptance in their hometowns.

 

“The truth is, there were many women who were widowed in Israel in the days of Elijah, when the heavens remained closed for three and a half years and a great famine spread over the land. It was to none of these that Elijah was sent, but to a woman who had been widowed in Zarephath, near Sidon. Recall, too, that many had leprosy in Israel in the time of Elisha the prophet, yet not one was cured except Naaman the Syrian.”

 

At these words, the whole audience in the synagogue was filled with indignation. They rose up and dragged Jesus out of town, leading him to the brow of the hill on which the city was built, with the intention of hurling him over the edge. But he moved straight through the crowd and walked away.

 

~ Luke 4:21-30


While reading and studying this sacred text, I kept thinking of Robert Frost’s poem Mending Wall and in particular it’s most famous line: Good walls make good neighbors. While that line is perhaps well known to some of us, it’s easy to forget that the whole of Frost’s poem is written to challenge that claim. Two farmers are out for their spring ritual of replacing stones that have fallen from the wall separating their two properties. One, the voice of the poet, keeps wondering why they need walls at all: My apple trees will never get across / And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him. To which his neighbor responds

with the signature line. But the poet isn’t persuaded, I wonder / If I could put a notion in his head: / ‘Why do they make good neighbors? Isn’t it / Where there are cows? / But here there are no cows.’

 

And then the poet continues, naming a truth that runs before the poet all the way back to Jesus day and from him up to our own heated debates about walled borders: “‘Before I built a wall I’d ask to know / What I was walling in or walling out, /And to whom I was like to give offence. / Something there is that doesn’t love a wall, / That wants it down.

 

Jesus is likely to side with the poet on this one. It’s his dislike of walls that gets him in so much trouble during his first sermon and will eventually get him strung up on the cross. It may be a puzzle to wonder why Jesus’ words provoke such a violent response. My hunch is, if you pay a little closer attention, the matter quickly becomes clear.

 

After reading lines from Isaiah promising release, redemption and healing for those who have been thrown away by the world, his audience seems pleased by his words, even proud of the hometown boy made good. But then Jesus presses on. It’s as if he’s saying: No! When I talk about God coming to free the oppressed and bless the poor, I’m talking about God blessing the people you can’t stand, the people you don’t want to be near, the people you think are your enemies. And then he reminds them of a couple of stories where God blessed not Israel, but Israel’s enemies. And then they’re mad, so boiling mad that they’re ready to get rid of this so-called prophet.

 

This makes me believe that Jesus’ congregation would agree with the farmer that says, good walls make good neighbors. After all, walls keep you safe, mark off important boundaries, and keeps less-then-desirable things at a distance, whether wolves from sheep, a hostile neighbor from your home, or fear-inducing refugees from your homeland. No wonder so many then and now think good walls make good neighbors. Sound familiar?

 

But Jesus disagrees. When you live into your identity as the Beloved of God there’s no more need for walls to keep the enemies out because there are no more enemies. Walls … and with them all of the ways we define, describe, and bracket out the other … are adverse to God’s kingdom purposes. Instead God desires to heal, free and dismantle the walls of fear, pain, brokenness which hold us captive to many kinds of walls in our lives.

 

Look, I know that’s hard to hear … even harder to live. After all, we live in a fearful and dangerous world where walls and locks and laws seem absolutely necessary to keep us safe and bring a degree of peace and order to the world. Sadly … in this life … perhaps good walls really do make good neighbors.

 

Perhaps. But perhaps because of our engrained hurts and fears we also allow ourselves to development a deep-seated insecurity that marks the human race and prompts us to over-estimate risk, to fear those we don’t know instead of welcoming them, and to resort to violence far too quickly when we feel at risk. And even if there are times or circumstances when we’d agree that good walls make good neighbors, can we at least test that proposition before enforcing it. So when I lock the doors to my house at night can I at least do that with a degree of remorse, knowing this isn’t what God intends or desires. Because here’s the thing … and I know I’ve said this before … the hard thing about the God we know in Jesus is that whenever you and I draw a line between who’s in and who’s out, we will find Jesus on the other side.

 

If there is one line that sums up the Jesus we discover in Luke’s story, it’s this: God came to redeem everyone. When we focus on redeem, it’s good news. When we focus on everyone, and call to mind those we believe have done us wrong … or who frighten us … or who are different … or who seem unnatural … that same line is terrifying. In being drawn back into God’s love we lose all claims to why we deserve something … and presumably others do not … as we recognize that deserving like walls … simply has no place in the kingdom of God. In this reality I believe we open ourselves to the redeeming healing presence of God’s love and grace

 

We live in a walls-obsessed age, yet our call as people of faith is to put a notion into the hearts and imaginations to question whether we need them … whether God wants them … whether we will find our ultimate security in building higher walls or by tearing them down. We can only do this by falling freely into the hands of a merciful and loving God who, time and time again, by God’s inclusive love transforms our lives … so we can partner with God in transforming the world that God loves so much.

 

Mending Wall

 

Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,

That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,

And spills the upper boulders in the sun,

And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.

The work of hunters is another thing:

I have come after them and made repair

Where they have left not one stone on a stone,

But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,

To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,

No one has seen them made or heard them made,

But at spring mending-time we find them there.

I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;

And on a day we meet to walk the line

And set the wall between us once again.

We keep the wall between us as we go.

To each the boulders that have fallen to each.

And some are loaves and some so nearly balls

We have to use a spell to make them balance:

‘Stay where you are until our backs are turned!’

We wear our fingers rough with handling them.

Oh, just another kind of out-door game,

One on a side. It comes to little more:

There where it is we do not need the wall:

He is all pine and I am apple orchard.

My apple trees will never get across

And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.

He only says, ‘Good fences make good neighbors’.

Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder

If I could put a notion in his head:

‘Why do they make good neighbors? Isn’t it

Where there are cows?

But here there are no cows.

Before I built a wall I’d ask to know

What I was walling in or walling out,

And to whom I was like to give offence.

Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,

That wants it down.’ I could say ‘Elves’ to him,

But it’s not elves exactly, and I’d rather

He said it for himself. I see him there

Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top

In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.

He moves in darkness as it seems to me~

Not of woods only and the shade of trees.

He will not go behind his father’s saying,

And he likes having thought of it so well

He says again, “Good fences make good neighbors.”

 

Mending Wall by Robert Frost (1914), can be found in The Poetry of Robert Frost: The Collected Poems.

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