Palms and passion

March 28, 2012

It is tempting to think of the Upper Room scene in the Gospels’
passion narratives as a dreamy, candle-lit fellowship meal rather than,
as Ched Myers has said, “the conflict-ridden final hours of a fugitive community in hiding.” 

Likewise it’s easy to interpret Jesus’ experience in Gethsemane
as calm, resolute submission to a pre-ordained plan instead of the
deep, sweaty struggle of a man coming to terms with his revolutionary
calling.

On the Sunday before Easter, churches often follow “The Liturgy of
the Palms” with “The Liturgy of the Passion.” This choice is usually
made when a church won’t be holding Holy Week services or, more
conspiratorially, when turnout is expected to be low on Maundy Thursday
and Good Friday. Going from the high of Palm Sunday to the high of
Easter is, as seasoned pastors know, to cheat and be cheated.

That we call these long, dense narratives “liturgies” reminds us that
when we read and hear them we are not innocent bystanders–we
are implicated in the stories; we have “work” to do in them. We are the
crowd along the streets of Jerusalem shouting, “Hosanna! Hosanna!” and
we are the same mob on Good Friday screaming, “Crucify him! Crucify
him!” As Fleming Rutledge
has noted, “the liturgy of Palm Sunday is set up to show you how you
can say one thing one minute and its opposite the next. This is the
nature of the sinful human being.”

In looking at the cruxifixion, Rutledge also says this:

What we see and hear in Jesus’ death is not just his
solidarity with the victims of this world. It is that, but it is not
only that. What we see and hear in the Cry of Dereliction is Jesus’
identification in his Cross not only with the innocent victims of this world but also with their torturers . . . What Jesus assumes on the Cross is not only the suffering of innocents but also the wickedness of those who inflict suffering.

And when Jesus says, “Father, forgive them; for they do not know what they are doing” (Luke 23:34), “he makes himself one, not only with my pain but with my sin–because I myself, and you yourselves, and all of us ourselves, are sometimes victims of others and sometimes torturers of others and sometimes both, and when we recognize this we are, as Jesus says to the scribe, ‘not far from the kingdom.’”

To know this deeply is to do the work of Holy Week. Romantic readings
of Jesus’ passion keep us at a safe, neutral distance. The liturgy of
the palms and the liturgy of the passion put us in the thick of things
where we play many parts. And they are clarifying roles: we see our
duplicity and our honest striving; we know ourselves culpable and forgiven.

The journey is the thing. Easter breaks forth. But not yet.

Originally posted at Intersections