+ 24th Sunday after Pentecost – November
11, 2012 +
Series B, proper 27: 1 Kings 17:8-16; Hebrews 9:24-28; Mark 12:38-44
Today we hear a tale of two widows.
The Widow of Zerapheth and the Widow at the temple. One a gentile. The other an
Israelite. One had nothing to give. The other gave up everything.
Two widows, seemingly worlds apart
but they have one this in common…they walk by faith, not by sight. They cling
to the Lord’s hidden promises and trust not the glories of men.
As one Lutheran poet notes:
One widow's mite in the treasury drops
One widow's oil will pour and never stop
One gives her all but now has nothing left
One had nothing but now is not bereft
Blessed are you, who in these widows see,
That God takes all that our all he might be. (Chad Bird)
What was going through the widow’s
mind as she stood in the women’s court of the temple, waiting to drop her
meager offering in the coffers? She saw the scribes, their lavish robes and
luxurious offerings. Inside the temple court stood 13 metal horn-shaped boxes,
their gaping mouth pointed in the air. As the coins clanged their way into the
coffers, the sound echoed throughout the courtyard. You can imagine everyone’s
attention drawn to the horn when the rich came forward and dumped their large quantities
of coin into the treasury box. Clang, clink, clang, clink. Everyone stopped.
Looked. One widow's oil will pour and never stop
One gives her all but now has nothing left
One had nothing but now is not bereft
Blessed are you, who in these widows see,
That God takes all that our all he might be. (Chad Bird)
What was she thinking as she
stepped up to drop those two coins in? “What good can I do? I can’t even buy a
loaf of bread. This doesn’t even compare to the scribes and their wealthy
offerings.” No, none of that. Such are the ways and thoughts of sinful man.
Being a good Israelite, she had to know
about the widow of Zerapheth. About the oil and the flour and the Lord who
provides; about God, the Father of the fatherless and protector of the widows.
She could have thrown only one in. But instead, she dropped two.
Sitting across the way, opposite
the treasury box, is Jesus, watching people put their money into the treasury,
listening to the clang, clang, clanging of the coins. And then He hears the
plink, plink of the widow’s two copper coins. His ears perk up. He hears
something different in that plink, plink that he didn’t hear in all the other
coins that clanged into the coffer. He hears faith and trust in God. He calls
the disciples: “Did you hear that?” You know they didn’t. “Truly I say to you, this poor widow has put in more than all those who
are contributing to the offering box.”
“Jesus that’s lousy accounting. How
are we going to pay the bills, Jesus, when you praise a couple of copper coins
over all the gold and silver that was contributed? Aren’t we supposed to honor
the big givers?” But Jesus sees what we can’t.
Jesus sees what everyone else missed…the
plink, plink of faith is music to the Lord’s ears, more melodious than all the
coins of the rich clanging away in the temple courts. They gave out of their
abundance; it takes no faith at all to give out of surplus. But to give out of
poverty…that tiny little plink, plink of two copper coins was everything she
had to live on.
So, what are we to make of these two widows?
Certainly these readings teach us
about the Lord provides for our needs, as he does for all. Perhaps there’s also
a stewardship lesson here. If we all just gave like the widow , we’d be better
stewards. But there’s more to this tale
of two widows than daily bread and stewardship –important though they are.
No, the greatest teaching Jesus
gives us in this tale of two widows comes not from what is seen: the money, the
oil, the flour, but what is unseen. The hidden
things: faith and trust in Christ. Not the plain-to-reason religion of mankind
– works and pious pats on the back, but the outrageous forgiveness found in the
kingdom of God. Mary foretold her Son’s radical Gospel as she sang the
Magnificat: the Lord exalts the lowly and humbles the proud; fills the hungry
and sends the rich away empty. The last become first. Losers become winners.
The Kingdom of God comes in weakness and humility, just like those poor widows.
So, beware the scribes, Jesus says.
They love attention; they love the applause; they love the place of honor; they
love the loud clang of coins in the temple coffers. Yes, beware of the Scribes
for there is a scribe in each of us. You see it clearly in others but the same
reflection also reveals itself in the mirror: guilty. The kingdom of God comes
not by our will, or by our offering, great or small. It comes not by what is
seen or done, but by what is unseen. So give up your scribal, self-centered
ways. Your sin and death – give it all up. For the Kingdom of heaven is like
this poor widow, so repent that you may enter it.
The Kingdom of God is hidden from
the eyes of man, 20/20 vision is no avail. It is hidden under its opposite; it
is hidden under the emptiness of the widow’s jar of oil and flour; the
emptiness of the widow’s purse, the emptiness of Lazarus’ stomach; under the
emptiness of Him who emptied himself, taking on the form of a servant, being
made in the likeness of men. It’s no use looking for the kingdom of God with
your eyes. You won’t find it in a perfect church body or a perfect congregation
or a perfect voter’s meeting.
You’ll find it, rather where you’d
least expect it…hidden in two copper coins dropped in the treasury that day,
the greater gift that day known only to Jesus. The kingdom is hidden in the
coin sized bread placed onto your tongue, the greatest gift God gives on any
day.
In the widow’s offering we see a
picture of Christ himself who gives out of his poverty; he puts everything he
has into God’s coffers: his perfect obedience to the Father; his keeping the
whole Law; his suffering and death, and for what - for his own sake, like the
Scribes? No. For you. He gives up everything he has - in life and in death -
for you.
For the kingdom of God is hidden in
the naked king robed in flesh and blood, enthroned upon his tree, dripping into
His Father’s treasury – not gold or silver or coins – but his holy saving
blood, shed, every single drop of it, all for you. And when His blood in the
coffer rings, the angels in heaven sing for joy.
You see, this tale of two widows is
also your story. Perhaps you identify with these widows: feeling alone or
abandoned, forgotten or unappreciated, hidden from the eyes of the world or
your friends.
Maybe this week finds you worried
about the economy – where your mites and copper coins will come from or go; concerned about putting bread on the table for
your family – where will I get flour and oil? Or maybe you’re tired from doing
thankless tasks around the church, with little but grumbling from fellow
members. Maybe you think no one notices those hidden gifts and talents you
bring to Redeemer. But you are no widow. You are not alone or abandoned. You
are the church, the body of Christ…Christ’s bride; you are safe, hidden from
the world, but hidden in Christ. Adorned in the beauty and holiness of his
death and resurrection. Don’t think that your two coins offered in faith go unnoticed.
The world may not notice, but Christ does. And that plink, plink of faith’s
little copper coins is a sweet melody in His ears.
What then shall we say about all
these things? If God did not spare his own Son but gave him up for us all, how
will he not also graciously give us all things?
If we trust Him with our eternal life, will we trust Him with our two
copper coins? Here we must pray, “Lord, I believe, help my unbelief.” Sometimes
the flour and oil may run low, and your stock portfolio or bank account may
have little more than a couple of copper coins in it, but you are never outside
the Lord’s notice and never outside His care. He promises to care for you in
body and soul. And Christ is faithful and true to His Word. “Never will I leave you; never will I forsake
you. Let not your hearts be troubled, and do not be afraid.” For our hope
is not in princes or presidents, elephants or donkeys but in the Lamb of God
who takes away the sin of the world.
There is the Kingdom of God. The paschal Lamb of God whose sacrifice is
hidden in bread and wine; whose blood and water is poured out and hidden in the
font; whose Spirit still breathes life into dead sinners in the absolution. Thy
Kingdom come!
And we pray in this petition that
the kingdom of God would come among us…and among our neighbors. We know Christ
takes our earthly talents and gifts, time and treasures and uses them to serve
others. We know those LWML mite boxes fund mission and mercy around the world.
We know God’s Word goes out, like seeds, planted today, sprouting tomorrow. We
know our preschoolers hear the forgiveness of their sins and grow in Christ’s
love. We know that children hear and sing the Word of God and carry the liturgy
and hymns – they carry Jesus - home in song to their families.
But we know none of these things by
sight. Rather by faith. Faith in hidden ways of Christ. The hidden ways of the
cross. Christ hidden in the VBS child, the music student, the preschooler, the
Sunday School, youth, college student, homeless and countless other hidden
works of mercy around Redeemer. Christ hidden in the neighbor; Christ hidden in
your service to others, not counted in riches and glory like the scribes, but
in sacrifice and love, like the widow.
That’s what this day, Called to
Serve Sunday – and more importantly, this Christian life - is all about: Christ
for you on the cross. Christ in you for the neighbor. We give up everything
because Christ has given up everything for us.
In the Name of + Jesus. Amen.
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