SLEEPING
TUESDAY AFTER PALM SUNDAY IN LENT 2015
It
is Holy Tuesday and today I want to look at Mark 14:32—42. There are two
thoughts on my mind today. The first; how hard it is for me to be present with
Jesus when I am tired. The second; Gethsemane.
Last
night the Cathedral hosted a Service of Chrism and the Renewal of Ordination
Vows. It was a lovely service. Some 70 or more clergy were present, including
two bishops, and another 75 or so people in the congregation. The priests all con-celebrated with Bishop Love. At the end of the
service he blessed the Holy Oils that are used throughout parts of the diocese
for the coming year. After it we then had dinner…dinner
for 120. It was a lovely dinner. Our
governing board, the Chapter, served as the wait staff and then did the
cleanup. To pull that all off my day started early. The service has lots of
details. As people arrive there are lots of instructions to give. I find that
some folks get keyed up for a big unusual service and it requires I try and
stay calmer…all of this takes energy. And then of course there are the things
that do not go properly during the service and there is not a blessed thing you
can do about it. Last night it was my failure to set out hymnals on the special
seats for the clergy, and so there we are, at the first hymn, with 70 or so
clergy scurrying about to find and pass along hymnals…that also takes a bit of
energy out of me.
So
here are the disciples…they just have eaten the Passover meal. It is late and
they find themselves out in the garden. “Can’t you even stay awake with me for
one hour” Jesus asks? I am feeling the tiredness in me and I must admit, I
would have been one of those asleep…and unlike the disciples…I know what lays
ahead and how it ends…certainly with this knowledge I should be able to stay
awake…but if I am honest with myself, I know I cannot. When I am tired I have trouble staying with Jesus.
Which
brings me to my second point: Gethsemane. Most of you reading this blog know
that this word refers to the stone, the very large heavy stone that was rolled
over the olives to squeeze every last drop of oil out of them…a terribly
fitting metaphor for Jesus’ agony in the Garden. In some ways this scene
reveals how small my view of God can be. This scene reveals that expanse of God’s
love. Jesus’ hesitation (if that is what we might call it) can be seen as his
humanness struggling not against his Father’s will, but rather death. Which of
us goes to the grave willingly…we are wired for life…and so there, under the
weight of my sin, Jesus pauses, revealing the inherent human desire for life…and
then he quickly continues into the path of his Passion for exactly that
compelling reason—that we might have life and have it more abundantly.
Thank
God this all, none of it, relies on me…there are just too many days when I
would fall asleep.