Storage

Gospel reading for Tuesday in Holy Week: John 12.20-36
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It's Holy Week, which means this feels like a good day to double task. For my blog this week I'm using some thoughts I pulled together for our noon service today.

Insufficient closet space is a form of accountability in my opinion. I know well that I’m swimming upstream here. And when I worked as a carpenter, I never heard a homeowner say, “Could you reduce the size of that walk in closet? I’m afraid I might just fill it.

And now, I regularly drive past the Mid Towne Mall and our gleaming new “Container Store.” It’s a huge new store to buy expensive things in which store all the expensive things we buy at other stores. And the strangest thing about it to me is that it’s bigger than any of the other stores in the mall. Isn’t that weird?

There is a very familiar instinct that the strange economics of stuff storage depend upon: I need to hang on to this, because I might just need it someday.

This isn’t a neurosis. But the gospel reading today addresses a similar spiritual instinct. The impulse to play it safe and hang on to what we know. “Unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies,” Jesus says, “it remains just a single grain; but if it dies, it bears much fruit.”The trouble for the people he was speaking to was that this Jesus wasn’t staying put. He preached that we have to let go of our lives to find them. And he tells the gathered crowd that he will be “lifted up from the earth.” Jesus wasn’t staying put. So storage of the present wasn’t an option.

It was all a little disconcerting for the crowd. “We have heard from the law that the Messiah remains forever.” Their fear makes some sense. What was that old Hebrew adage about a Messiah in hand is better than two in the bush?

Jesus was showing them, and us, how to let go of the lives God has given us. Life isn’t about storage. It’s about letting go of the seeds of the present so that they can die. And come to life again.

Life has no shelf life, Jesus tells us. It happens always on that razor’s edge of the present.

Jesus reminds us that our hope isn’t that God can keep things from deteriorating. Our hope isn’t even that God can preserve our lives. Our hope is in the fact that God is always going about the work of resurrection. In fact God has knit resurrection into the very fabric of life itself: “Unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains just a single grain; but if it dies, it bears much fruit.”

Maybe I shouldn’t have started this blog with a smug comment about closet sizes. Our closets are small, but they are stuffed with the stuff that I can’t bear to throw out. If you thought “The preacher doth protest too much,” you’re right. But there’s hope I think. Not for my stuff but for my life. For our lives.

Jesus was showing us even before his resurrection that life is a gift that can’t be stored. The goodness we know today is goodness God has delivered into our lives through others. And that goodness stays living only as we give it away once again to our world.