Wednesday, April 16, 2025

Which Crowd? -- Palm/Passion Sunday

Luke 19:28-40/Luke 23:1-25

April 13, 2025

 

            My first memory of attending a parade was when I was a very little girl, probably three or four. It was the Christmas Parade in Nashville, and my dad took us up to his office so we could watch from above. If I’m remembering correctly, and I might not be, his office was right along the parade route, so, even just a couple of stories up, we could see the entire parade unfold. It was exciting for us to watch the parade from this bird’s eye view, and for my dad, who was a quiet, sweet introvert, it meant that he didn’t have to be jostled and squeezed in a huge crowd of people to enjoy the spectacle.

            When my kids were little, we braved the crowds at the Christmas Parade in our town each year. The crowds didn’t bother me as much as they did my dad, but regardless of what date the parade fell on each year, it was always the coldest night in December. So, attending the parade meant bundling up in long johns, heavy coats, gloves, scarves, hats and then jumping around just trying to keep warm.

            Parades are ubiquitous in our culture, so universal and common that I have never given much thought to their origin. According to what I found in a brief search on the internet, parades first began around 2000 BCE. They were processions used for religious or military purposes. The Babylonians used a parade or a processional to honor deities. Parades were a means of displaying military strength and might, especially to people conquered by that military might, as if to say, “Do you see how powerful we are? Don’t even think about trying to overthrow us. It’s never going to happen.”

            The heading in many of our bibles for these verses from chapter 19 in Luke’s gospel reads “Jesus’ Triumphal Entry into Jerusalem.” Jesus, who had set his face toward Jerusalem a while back, had finally arrived at the gates of the great city. Jesus, referring back to prophecy from Zechariah, arranges his entrance by sending his disciples to take a colt that has never been ridden and bring it to him. He rides that colt into Jerusalem, and as he and his followers process, more and more people line the route. They take off their cloaks and throw them onto the ground before him – a spontaneous red carpet – and the disciples and the people began to chant,

“Blessed is the King who comes in the name of the Lord! Peace in heaven, and glory in the highest heaven!”

The crowd of people must have taken up the chant because they grow louder and louder, causing consternation among the Pharisees who were among the throng of folks. They tell Jesus to order his folks to be quiet. Shhh! Quiet down! You’re too loud! You’re going to bring trouble on our heads! But Jesus tells them that even if every person there went quiet, silent, and still, the noise would still be deafening because even the stones would shout. Creation won’t be quiet, even if all the people are.

If this story were to proceed as we expect stories should, then Jesus would have entered Jerusalem, faced the powers that be in a mighty battle, vanquished the oppressors, run the Romans out-of-town, and it would end with another, even greater, parade, only instead of riding on a colt on hastily thrown cloaks, Jesus would have been hoisted on the shoulders of the people. He would have been lauded as a conquering hero, a mighty warrior, the once and future king – to borrow from T.H. White.

But that’s not how this story goes. The crowds that hailed Jesus’ triumphal entry with praise and shouts of joy become the crowds that shout, “Crucify, crucify him!”

Crucify, crucify him! I realize that we can never know precisely who was in each crowd. But I think it is fair to speculate that there was overlap between them. The crowds hailed Jesus as the one who would save them, deliver them from the occupation and oppression of the Romans. Jesus would be their mighty warrior and conquering hero, their new king. But that’s not what they got because Jesus was and never proclaimed to be that kind of king. He told his disciples multiple times that being the Messiah meant something else altogether. It meant suffering. It meant death. It meant rising again. But they could not fully understand that, and to be fair, neither can we.

We don’t have the time in this one worship hour to read all that happens between Jesus triumphal entry into Jerusalem and where our story picks up in chapter 23. We don’t even have the time to read through to the crucifixion itself. We don’t read about Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane or Judas betraying Jesus or Peter trying to defend Jesus from the guards who come to arrest him. We just see these two moments, these glimpses, when the crowds who welcomed Jesus become the crowds who demanded his death.

In the first the religious leaders tried to quiet them and in the second the religious leaders riled them up. But I suspect it didn’t take much effort to rile them. These were people who were bitterly disappointed. These were folks who thought that finally they would no longer have to live under the brutal hand of Rome. Yet nothing seemed to have changed. Rome was still in power. Jesus did not fight back, and what’s worse, he submitted willingly to his arrest.

While the first crowd was hopeful and joyful the second crowd was angry and vengeful. While the first crowd welcomed Jesus the second crowd turned on him. And even without a roll call of attendance for both crowds, it is more than probable that the same people who shouted acclamation became those who demanded death.

Our second passage from Luke begins with the assembly rising up against Jesus and bringing him before Pilate. This assembly was the council of the elders of the people. It was both the chief priests and the scribes. In the verses before they have been questioning Jesus, saying to him, “If you are the Messiah, tell us.”

But Jesus’ response was, “If I tell you, you will not believe; and if I question you, you will not answer. But from now on the Son of Man will be seated at the right hand of the power of God.”

They asked him to clarify. “Are you the Son of God?” But Jesus would only answer, “You say that I am.”

This was all the justification the authorities needed. They bring Jesus before Pilate, accusing him of inciting the people, forbidding them to pay taxes to Caesar, and claiming that he is the Messiah, a king. Pilate questions him then, asking Jesus if he is the king of the Jews? Jesus answered Pilate in the same way he answered the Pharisees and scribes, “You say so.”

It’s as if Jesus was refusing to be labeled or categorized or put into a box of the people’s making. If you want to call me king, then call me king, but you don’t understand what that means. If you choose to call me Messiah, then call me Messiah, but you have no comprehension to what being the Messiah really is. Pilate can find no wrongdoing by Jesus, and when he finds out he is a Galilean, he sends him to Herod.

This is not the Herod who massacred innocent babies trying to kill Jesus. This is Herod’s son, and clearly Herod has heard about Jesus. He has been hoping to meet him so he can see Jesus perform a miracle. But Jesus isn’t a performer, and his signs and miracles are not magic tricks. Herod questions Jesus too but receives no answers from him. The chief priests and scribes continue to accuse Jesus. Then Herod jumps on board and he and his soldiers mock and deride Jesus. They put a robe on him, maybe a robe that a king would wear, and return him to Pilate.

This is where we see this second crowd. We already know that the religious authorities are determined to see Jesus die, but now the people get involved. And they are angry and riled up, and with the religious authorities spurring them on, their voices join in the demand for Jesus’ execution.  

Pilate repeats that he has found Jesus guilty of nothing. He will have him flogged and released, but the people demand that Barabbas, a prisoner guilty of insurrection and murder, be released instead. Their cries for Barabbas’ release and Jesus’ crucifixion overwhelm Pilate’s declaration of Jesus’ innocence. So, Pilate gives the people what they want. Barabbas is freed and Jesus goes to the cross.

Two crowds. One that welcomed Jesus as the longed for Messiah Warrior, Savior and Deliverer. One that turned on Jesus and shouted for his death. I’ve quoted this in past sermons, but I think it bears repeating – we should never assume that we are always the good guys when it comes to what we read in scripture. We should never assume that we were only present in the first crowd and not the second. Just as I asked which brother are we when we read the story of the Prodigal Son, I ask now which crowd? Which crowd have I joined? Certainly I have been in crowds that were joyful and excited and welcoming. But have there been times when I have habited the second crowd? Have there been times when I joined the chorus of voices demanding a justice that wasn’t just? Even as I examine momentous times in history and wonder what side I really would have taken, I must ask myself this question of the crowds. Which crowd would I have joined? Would I have been in one and not another, or would I have gathered in both? Would I have offered welcome then betrayal? Would I have experienced hope then bitter disappointment?

It would be easy to just read about Jesus’ triumphal entry into Jerusalem, celebrate the Last Supper on Maundy Thursday, then leap for joy on Easter Sunday. It would be much easier to go from joy to joy. But this holiest of weeks leads us inevitably to Good Friday. We must enter into that suffering, that betrayal, that terror. We can’t go around it. We who know the rest of the story are indeed Easter people, but we live in a Good Friday world.

So as we move through each day of this week, my prayer for all of us is that we ask ourselves which crowd, not out of shame and degradation, but honesty. I pray that we gather at the table one last time on Maundy Thursday and that we face the suffering and death of Good Friday. Because we believe that Jesus lived and died and came into life for our sakes, then for his sake, we walk through the fullness of this week. But we do not walk alone. We never have and we never will. We face the darkness of this week together, with God and with one another. And that is good news indeed.

Let all of God’s people say, “Amen.”

Amen.

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