Sermon preached at Christ Church, Tacoma
May 22, 2011
I have a hunch that I’m not the first preacher to share a bit of embarrassed delight at the seemingly inexhaustible foolishness of the disciples. You might call it holy schadenfreude – a perverse pleasure in their misfortunate inability to ever understand what Jesus means.
Over and over again, despite their years of life together, despite overhearing the teachings and parables, despite seeing the healings and transformed lives, despite the dinners with tax collectors and loving moments with prostitutes, despite prophetic proclamations and near-misses with persecuting Pharisees, and despite all the long explanations of all these things which John’s Gospel gives us – despite all this – over, and over and over again, the disciples just don’t understand.
The humanness, the imperfection, the struggle that are so much a part of my own life of faith are here, on display, in these twelve. I smile, laugh a bit at the absurdity of it all – that Jesus chose them, chooses me, to bear witness to God’s good news for this world.