The Playground Problem (a sermon manuscript)

(Dear friends, this is the manuscript for the sermon I preached this morning on Luke 19:1-10. Thought a few of you might want to read it!)

Have you ever pictured Zaccheus as a little boy? To begin with, his name means innocent. He's short. We see him climbing up trees. Eager to see this grown up person, Jesus. Climbing down out of the tree as fast as he can because Jesus has said he's coming over to his house to play. I can picture them arriving at the house and this little boy eagerly taking Jesus' hand to show him all the cool toys he has in his room.

Or maybe you see Zaccheus as a grown man. He is a chief tax collector. He's rich. Today, his house would be strewn with the latest technology. He might drive a sports car. Either way, he's still the unpopular kid on the playground. Not throwing big birthday parties at his house but perhaps sitting alone at his own table at lunchtime, munching on a PB&J and wondering why he has so few friends. But we'd say he's a good kid. He gives away his lunch money and says he's SO sorry when he accidentally trips another kid on the playground.

Or maybe you picture the adult Zaccheus, sitting alone in his big house. He's a good man. He gives monthly to local and international charities that work to end poverty and is always quick to apologize if he makes a mistake at work or unknowingly does something wrong to a member of his staff.

We would call him a good man. Zaccheus is good kid.

So perhaps it is even more heartbreaking when we hear the crowd start to grumble. We know what's coming next. And then we hear it, “Four eyes.” “Stupid.” “Shrimp.” “Why is Jesus going to HIS house?” “Sinner.”

Is it any wonder that immediately after these grumblings, Zaccheus stands up straight and tells Jesus about his annual giving percentage and his track record of correcting wrongs? Looking up into Jesus' face and pleading, “I'm a good man.” Or perhaps, with tears on the playground, asking “Why?”

In those words, I find the story hits home.

This is the season of Endorsement, after all. The time when we get to tell our synod candidacy committees that we are fit for ministry. Ready for internship next year. We've written our essays about grace and baptism and finding our gifts here and we've added stories about how much we learned in CPE this summer.

I met with my committee two weeks ago. And I know that buried in my attempts to prove myself to them... lingered all my doubts. What if I'm not ready yet? Will they say no? What if God is calling me to do something else? What if I'm too much of a sinner to ever lead the church?

I don't know what your doubts are. Maybe they're a lot like mine. Maybe you worry if God can actually craft you into the kind of pastor you dream of being. Maybe you worry if you are doing enough. Studying enough. Attending chapel enough. And in that, we're like Zaccheus. As eager as we are to take Jesus' hand, we worry what the crowd will say.

Because Zaccheus isn't only speaking to Jesus but to the crowd gathered around him that is singing mockingly at the little kid in glasses, “Zaccheus can't see us!!” We're back on the playground, watching the other kids taunt us. And even though we're in seminary now, we carry those voices around with us.

So what does Jesus do? Here he is on the playground with this little child, Zaccheus; or, in the house of this man Zaccheus who is desperately trying to prove himself worthy. Offering up twenty different reasons why he's good enough. Telling the other kids that he's good enough to have Jesus over.

So Jesus says, “Today salvation has come to this house since he also is a son of Abraham.”

It is a profound statement. In it, Jesus claims Zaccheus as a child of God.

Important.

Worthy.

Loved.

In Jesus' response to the crowd's grumbling, he quiets them. He doesn't tell them Zaccheus won him over with his fancy house or fun toys. He doesn't tell the crowd that Zaccheus won him over by his laundry list of good deeds and gold stars.

Jesus tells the crowd that Zaccheus is a son of Abraham. Jesus claims Zaccheus as a child of God.

And I wonder why Jesus even stopped, called him down out of tree, from the margins, and decided to sleepover. Perhaps he saw the desperation of that face in the tree. Knew all that Zaccheus was doing to try to prove himself. Knew that he needed to hear that he was a child of God. Knew that he needed a visit from Jesus.

Jesus does that today, too. Claims us as sons and daughters of God. It matters not that we are children or adults. Jesus doesn't care about the depth or shallowness of our pockets. Jesus even knows that we ARE sinners. Knows all of our doubts. And Jesus quiets them again and again by claiming us.

My committee recommended me for endorsement... but some of you know that the experience was difficult. Instead of feeling affirmed about the things that God has been planting in me making me ready for ministry, I felt even more full of doubt. I was worried about my worthiness for ministry. I was questioning everything.

Sadly, it wasn't their telling me that they were recommending me for Endorsement that made me remember I was a child of God, but the community that wrapped its arms around me afterwards.

The friend who made me coffee and brought it to me when I said I didn't want to talk. And then stayed and listened to me talk for an hour. The friend who told me I was fabulous and reminded me of all those along the way who have told me that they want me to be a pastor.

They were Jesus to me. Quieting the crowd that was raging inside me. Reminding me that Jesus has claimed me. It wasn't about what I could do and it certainly wasn't about proving myself to my committee. It was the simple reminder that Jesus claims me.

Jesus claims YOU. Jesus claims each and every one of us as sons and daughters of God.