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Creekside Church
Sermon of October 24,
1999
"The Peril
of Forgetting Your Tux"
Matthew
22:1-14
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Rev. David
Bibbee
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In every
marriage, there are special moments. But whereas one spouse
would just as soon forget the special moment ever happened,
the partner will not let their spouse forget. The special
moment is preserved by telling others about it, always in
the spouse's presence, and always with great delight, bordering
on glee. My wife is a prime example.
Awhile back I performed a
wedding ceremony for a young man from my first church. It
was a big wedding which took place at a posh country club
north of Chicago. Every detail for the weekend was strictly
first class. For the rehearsal party there was a dinner
cruise on Lake Geneva in Wisconsin. Before we go anywhere,
Twig wants to know what she should wear. She places a premium
on being properly dressed. I asked the groom about the attire
and he said, "Dress casually." I did not take into account
the fact that the interpretation of casual varies from person
to person. To me, causal means jeans and a sport shirt.
"Are you sure jeans will be okay?" Twig asked. "No problem,"
I assured her. When we arrived, her first words were, "We're
underdressed!"
We were the only ones in
jeans. Their definition of casual was blazers and dresses.
I'll admit we did stand out a little. Twig didn't care for
my suggestion that we blend in with the caterers. It turned
out to be a wonderful evening anyway, but she won't let
me forget it. To hear her tell it, it sounds as though we
were among the Rockefellers dressed like the Clampetts.
Today we will consider what
it means to be properly attired. We will be guided in our
reflection by looking to a parable which Jesus told his
critics. The Kingdom is like a King who gave a marriage
party for his son. Fancy engraved invitations were sent
to a select group of guests. But when the King sent servants
to tell the guests to come, no one responded. Not one. Said
they made other plans. It's no little thing to snub the
King. Their excuses didn't impress him. He sent his servants
a second time to fetch the guests. "The steer is on the
pit, the cake's being iced. Come, it won't be a party without
you!" Well, this time they not only declined the invitation...they
killed the messengers! So the King sent his army to "take
care" of everyone on the guest list, and then he went back
to preparations for the feast.
This King was determined
to have a party. He sent more servants into the streets
to invite anyone they could find. Good or bad, it didn't
matter who. The great hall was filled with guests. Everyone
stood as the trumpets heralded the King's entrance, and
as he looked over the crowd his gaze locked on a man who
was the only one not in a tux. His dress didn't fit the
occasion. As I studied this parable I thought, "How was
he supposed to find a tux on such short notice?" But somehow
everyone else managed to get appropriately dressed, but
this man never bothered to change. The King said, "Friend,
how did you get in here without a tux?" He didn't respond.
He probably thought to himself, "Hey, you should be glad
I'm here, unlike your first guests. My presence is more
valuable than my attire." So the King ordered the man hog-tied
and thrown out into the night..."and this," Jesus said,
"is what the Kingdom of God is like."
Apparently God's invitations
are serious business. How we come into God's house, and
God's presence, and how we do God's work is not something
to be taken lightly.
Over the years we have become
noticeably casual on Sunday morning. When I grew up, a necktie
was standard Sunday issue for men. Now the slant is toward
the casual and comfortable. I find it interesting that while
white worshippers are attired more informally these days,
it is not the case in African-American churches. Each Sunday
they dress like royalty because they believe they are in
the presence of royalty. Some may not have many resources,
but they know about the Principle Resource of life, and
they come to worship dressed in a way that reflects the
significance of the One they gather to worship.
To come before the Ancient
of Days and the Judge of History is an awesome thing. We
haven't been invited to a tea party to engage in informal
chatter. The King has invited us to a feast. It's the only
invitation he will bother to send. Whether we come or how
we come is no little thing. It's about ultimate realities.
It's about life and death. And all this talk about appropriate
attire is about far more than the cut of cloth we wear each
Sunday. It's about our attitudes, our spirit, and how we
conduct our lives.
In our desire to have a God
who is loving and caring and is approachable, we can go
too far and reduce God to a spiritual buddy; a pleasant
sort of chap who takes me as I am and doesn't burden me
with rigorous demands. We forget that fear and awe are appropriate
responses to God.
I know why those invited
first didn't come to the party. They knew something about
the King. You couldn't just show up and sneak out of his
parties without something being asked of you. After "Mr.
Take Me As I Am" was tossed out, I imagine the rest of the
guests were nervous and fearful of using the wrong fork
or slurping their soup, less they also be tossed into the
dark with him.
This was no somber affair.
It was a party, but not one you could come to dressed in
a Hawaiian shirt and behaving in a flippant manner. There
is nothing casual or laid back about the life to which we
are called. God offers what won't be found anywhere else.
It's called life. And all other attempts to find it outside
God's design end up in something less than life. Listen
to how David Redding puts it:
Only God has the facilities
to feast us properly. Other god's prove false. Hitch your
wagon to the stars, but stars grow cold. You can love flesh,
but flesh decays. You can love your husbands and wives,
but spouses won't hold up divinely. You adore your homes,
but homes break up. To decline the invitation is to ask
for death.
This isn't something God
does to us. We do it to ourselves. Every day of our lives
God issues an invitation and we are free to accept or not.
At the Taizé community
in France, the words on the altar are different from those
we are accustomed to seeing on altars in most churches.
We expect to see, "In Remembrance of Me." At Taizé
it says, "Friend, why are you here?" I wish we would put
this sign in a prominent place such that when we enter this
sanctuary it would be the first thing to grasp our attention.
Friend, why are you here? I wish we would ponder this question
each Sunday before we do whatever it is we are accustomed
to doing.
The first guests to the Kings
were party were flippant and casual about the Kingdom by
not coming. This other man was flippant by coming in a way
which said, "The Kingdom isn't worthy my taking the trouble
to come properly attired." And how do we come without a
tux? By being one way on Sunday and something different
the rest of the time. By claiming the grace of forgiveness,
but continuing in the sinful behavior. By coming with some
resentment or judgment to be reinforced rather than challenged.
By showing up minus any expectation that the King himself
will show up. We come without a tux when our offering in
the plate is more a gratuity than a gift of gratitude. By
coming to church, as someone put it, "with a face and manner
that's not you, but is what is expected of you". We come
without a tux when we give the appearance of being in ministry,
when in reality we mainly hold committee meetings and appoint
special task forces, trying to convince ourselves and God
that this is enough.
Friends, why are you here?
Is it to have an encounter with the King? I have a suspicion
that for some of us the answer is no. This is why we try
to keep it casual, light-hearted, and superficial. This
way we won't be confronted by the claims of God's Kingdom.
Deep down we realize that the business God invites us to
is serious and ultimate. With spiritual attire we wear,
we declare whether we are taking the King's invitation casually
or carefully, attired with the clothing of expectancy, humility
and respect.
When we stand before the
King, the tacky suit of pretense we wear is stripped away
and our real selves revealed. Our desires may be snatched
from our hands and we will be given a cross instead. There
will be jobs waiting for us. There will be works of love
to be done with our names on it. God has gone to great lengths
to invite you, and what he invites you to is the only way
and the only work which matters.
To be properly attired doesn't
mean we all will look like Lee Markley or Shelly Randall.
We would look marvelous, but the King is looking for a different
kind of garment, woven with a fabric of reverence, awe,
humility, expectancy and respect.
Let me tell you now about
Jan Karski. Jan was born in Poland and is now a citizen
of the United States. We wouldn't know anything about him
had he not been discovered by Elie Wiesel, the Nobel Prize
winning author of books and studies of the Holocaust. Karski
was a courier for the Polish underground from 1939 to 1942.
He was imprisoned by the Germans and the Soviets, and managed
to escape from both. He was then ordered back to Poland
to the Belzec Concentration Camp to see if the rumors about
the Jews were true. They were, and he told the leaders of
the allied nations. He came to this country to tell President
Roosevelt who listened politely but made no comment. Justice
Frankfurter, who was Jewish didn't believe him. Karski gave
lectures around the country and wrote a book about the Holocaust
in 1944, but then disappeared until Wiesel found him.
A documentary film was made
about Karski, and during an interview with the film's director,
he asked Karski why, after all these years he broke his
silence. "For two reason," he said. "First there is a whole
generation that doesn't know about the Holocaust and what
prejudice and hatred and evil can do if it isn't opposed.
Second, I did it because I believe there will be a last
judgment and God will say to me, 'Karski, I gave you a soul.
Your body is gone but your soul is mine. What did you do
with your soul?' and I will have to answer him."
Our soul is what we will
wear to the banquet. When the King appears, the soul will
be the only clothing we have. Let's be sure we have something
nice to wear.
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