Text: Matthew 21:23-32The parable in this reading is the first of three parables of judgment in this section of Matthew’s Gospel. And Jesus is prompted to tell this parable by the conversation - which is really more like an argument - that he has with the priests and elders. Jesus is not officially a rabbi – that is, he has not been designated by the Jewish authorities as a certified religious teacher. In our church we would call it “ordination”. Ordination doesn’t guarantee knowledge and insight and skill – but it does certify that the candidate has been trained and examined and found acceptable in those areas – and it does confer the authority of the church to speak on matters of doctrine. It’s a heavy responsibility, because we are all human and subject to error, and woe to the one who fails in that area! So we can understand that the chief priests and elders are concerned about this man Jesus who presents himself as a rabbi with authority. The really troubling thing for the religious authorities is that Jesus does speak with authority, but not with any authority they recognize. What do you do about someone who clearly has some kind of personal, individual authority, but who has not been given the official stamp of approval? I would think you wait around for awhile and watch and listen, because it could be an outsider who truly does have a form of authority – just not the usual kind. And this could be something quite unusual, something remarkable that hasn’t been seen before. Do we want to be so rigid, so afraid of anything new and different, that we risk missing something really important?
Well, the chief priests and the elders want to be that rigid and afraid. So when Jesus asks them a direct question, they fumble and mumble and finally say, “We don’t know.” And Jesus dismisses them as irrelevant.
But Jesus takes the opportunity to tell a story. It’s a very pointed story. The people who hear it can’t miss the meaning of it. The plot is quite simple: A man with two sons asks one of them to go and work in the vineyard. The son refuses, but later he changes his mind and goes to work. The man asks the second son and he agrees to go, but he doesn’t go. Jesus asks, “Which of the two did the will of his father?” The listeners say, “the first”. And then Jesus speaks his shocking paradox: “…the tax collectors and the prostitutes are going into the kingdom of God ahead of you.” This is Jesus’ usual radical leap of logic and the listeners are amazed. On what basis does he make this statement? On the basis of belief…on the basis of faith. When the tax collectors and prostitutes (or in other words, any ignorant and unclean sinners) believe the command to repent and believe in the kingdom, they are entirely acceptable to God and are welcomed into the kingdom. And on the same basis, when the chief priests and elders (or in other words, any conventional religious persons) refuse to repent and believe in the kingdom, they are excluded from the kingdom.
But what do we make of the two sons – the one who refuses to work and later does, and the one who agrees to work and fails to do so? In other words, is it better to be a jerk earlier than later? Well, apparently yes, it is. Because that’s repentance. To do the right thing after saying the wrong thing is better than to do the wrong thing after saying the right thing. It’s better to act right than to talk right. And what a temptation it is for all of us to talk the talk rather than walk the walk! Somehow we convince ourselves that it’s all right to look good in the eyes of others because they believe what we say about ourselves. For awhile, maybe we can even fool ourselves…but not for long. And after we’ve had some life-experience, we do begin to believe that it’s a great blessing to behave with integrity – that is, to try to be what we believe we should be. We come to a point where it’s not enough to have a good reputation in the eyes of others; it’s much more important to know that we are doing our best. I’m not talking about perfection; I’m talking about doing the best we know how to do, being honest about who we are and what we do, including our failures.
But it’s not so very simple as that. Because to do right, and especially to do right at all times and in all circumstances, is not a human characteristic. We are programmed to make mistakes, do wrong, and get into trouble. That’s the trouble with the chief priests and the elders: they believe in their own righteousness. They are like the second son in the parable: they agree to do right, but fail to do it. Therefore, all of us, chief priests, elders, tax collectors and everybody in between, need redemption. That’s a big word meaning we need someone to rescue us. But to be rescued we need to know we’re in trouble. That’s the advantage the tax collectors and prostitutes have over the chief priests and elders: the ignorant and unclean sinners know they’re in trouble.
I have to say I haven’t known any tax collectors but I’ve known a lot of prostitutes. For some years in the 1990s I worked for a ministry in Edmonton’s inner city, and they were people I saw every day. I’d say they were often ignorant, in the sense that they made a lot of bad choices. And they were certainly unclean, if you interpret that to mean in poor health because of their lifestyle. Most of them had Hepatitis B or C, many of them were HIV-positive, some of them had AIDS. They were addicted to alcohol and drugs and many of them had mental health problems. Many had problems from early childhood with abandonment, neglect and abuse. They lived degrading, brutal and dangerous lives. They disobeyed the law quite frequently. Most of them had been in jail. Would you believe me if I told you they were nice people? That they were courageous and kind, that they had a code of behaviour toward their peers which required them to be brave and faithful and steadfast? And they had developed a very strong sense of survival which meant they could detect hypocrisy and dishonesty at 100 yards. So those of us who were “straight”, as they called us, learned to keep quiet and watch and listen, because chances were that we’d say something stupid or dishonest and get called on it immediately, and dismissed as irrelevant.
I used to spend Thursday evenings at a place called Kindred House, a resource centre and safe house for women working as street prostitutes. One week, a friend from our church wanted to come with me. Phyllis showed up with a couple of new colouring books and a big box of crayons. I thought, “Oh, Phyllis, how will this go over? These are tough women!” But you know…those tough women grabbed those colouring books and those crayons and sat down and coloured pictures like little kids. They compared colouring styles and they put their names on the pages and hung them up on the fridge. It made you want to weep for the experiences they had missed as children, and for the simple joy they found in that childish activity. I developed a new respect for my friend Phyllis for the wisdom she had. To this day, I always take the opportunity to colour with my granddaughter, as a symbol of the innocence and childish pleasure that every child should have.
Those women had their strengths, but I’m not promoting the street lifestyle. I’m just saying that those who know they are sinners know they need to be rescued. And those who know they are sinners recognize true goodness when they see it. When you put repentant sinners and true goodness together, there is Jesus the Saviour. That’s what he’s about. We need to be sure we know that and be in that place of repentance and true goodness, so we aren’t dismissing ourselves as irrelevant.


