In the Parable of the Vineyard,
some work dawn to dusk,
some work noon to quittin’ time,
others work just for the last hour of the day;
but they all get paid the same.
Jesus says God’s Kingdom is
like that.
I first read this story about
50 years ago,
and it didn’t make much sense to me then.
I studied it in seminary and
I’ve heard
at least a dozen
sermons on it.
In fact, I’ve preached a few myself.
But I never felt like I got it
until this year.
It clicks for me now because
I’m looking at it
from
a new perspective.
My new perspective comes from a
lot of years
laboring in the vineyard of the church
and from the novel I’m reading these days.
Sometimes literature can shed
light on Scripture.
So let’s start with the novel.
I am reading Larry MacMurtry’s Lonesome Dove.
The principal characters in Lonesome Dove
are driving a herd of
cattle
from
the Rio Grande Valley to Montana.
Even if you haven’t read the
book or seen the mini-series,
I’m sure you get the picture.
The crew has to work together,
hard work,
dangerous work, facing and surmounting hardships.
There isn’t any room for ego-pampering.
There isn’t time for jealousy
or competition.
There isn’t any tolerance for
whining.
The only thing to do, day in
day out,
in good times or in bad,
is to cowboy up and get on with the drive.
The heroism of Augustus,
Captain Call,
and the other characters,
when
they are heroic, is just this:
they get the job done.
I have always read this Gospel
lesson
from the standpoint of the laborers
and I have accepted unquestioningly
that their purpose in working is just to get paid.
But let’s look at it for a
minute from the perspective
of the landowner.
His goal is to produce a crop
of grapes.
He may have paid those who
worked an hour
the same as those who worked all day
out of some eccentric view of justice.
But more likely he just wasn’t
that interested
in his personnel costs.
He didn’t want to buy a time
clock,
or hire
a human resources department,
a comptroller, and an EEOC compliance
officer.
He didn’t bother to keep track
of the time sheets.
He was just trying to grow some
grapes.
If it doesn’t help you to
imagine this guy
as Robert Duval in Lonesome
Dove,
then try Henry Fonda in Sometimes
a Great Notion.
Sometimes you have to just get
the job done.
Now what do the laborer’s care
about in today’s parable?
At their best, the real heart
and soul cowboys
in Lonesome Dove cared about the cattle
drive.
They cared about the cattle
and in their cantankerous Texan way,
they sometimes even cared about each other.
Would it be too much to hope
that vinedressers
might care about the vineyard?
Sure they would expect to get
paid what was promised,
but assuming that was done,
their minds might be on the vineyard
instead of competition.
They might be more interested
in whether
they
had properly pruned or tied the vines,
than in how the landowner kept his books.
When they begin whining about
someone else
getting too much pay, the landowner replies
in a way that sounds to me a lot like,
“Just cowboy up and get on with the drive.”
Jesus is teaching a religion
here,
but it isn’t the one we may think of as Christianity.
He’s talking about the Kingdom
which turns out not to be a reward for our morality
but a way of life committed to doing God’s will.
God’s will is to give us a mission.
We Anglicans spell out that
mission
as five fundamental projects.
1. To proclaim the Gospel to the world – that’s evangelism.
2. To Baptize and educate new believers – that’s Christian
formation.
3. To respond with mercy to suffering – that’s charity and
pastoral care.
4. To challenge unjust social structures – that’s prophetic
advocacy.
5. To sustain and renew God’s creation – that’s earth
stewardship.
At stake are the lives of children.
A child dies of hunger related
causes every five seconds
while
more of our foreign aid goes to buy guns
than to buy food.
At stake are the hopes of
people falling into despair
in a
culture grown cynical and grim.
At stake is the survival of our
planet.
Our mission is bigger than a
grape crop,
bigger
than a cattle drive.
There is no room in it for
pettiness, jealousy,
or
ego-agendas.
Yet the typical parish church
spends half its energy
and
attention making sure everyone
who
wants their way gets it often enough.
I have seen church people at
each other’s throats
over the kind of floor covering to put in a parish hall,
while the polar ice caps are melting.
Likewise, dioceses dissipate
their energies
making
sure this parish does not feel slighted
by some attention to that parish.
Then there is the competition
of denominations,
and jockeying over moral superiority
or whose theology can be more orthodox or erudite.
When I look at Church
squabbles, I hear Christ say,
“Cowboy up and get on with the drive.”
Unless and until we do that,
I don’t know why people outside the church
should get mixed up with us.
I used to think the pettiness,
jealousy, and bickering
in churches was just human nature.
Maybe it is, but I think there
is also something wrong
with our religion that makes these vices worse,
not better.
Too many of us have gotten the
idea that Christianity
is about doing something, or believing something,
or
having some kind of experience that is our ticket on the Wonderland Express of
salvation.
It may be moral living or
orthodox thinking
or spiritual giddiness
– but
the idea is to earn some spiritual wage,
to get the gold star of God’s blessing.
And we would like to be more
moral, more orthodox,
or
more spiritual than the next guy
so we
can get more of the blessing
or be more sure that we have
our religious nest feathered.
But Jesus says in this parable,
“it isn’t about that.”
The kingdom of heaven is not
like Oz at the end
of
the yellow brick road.
It is like this story of the
vineyard.
The kingdom is laboring in the
vineyard
for
the sake of the vineyard.
We don’t save the planet to get
a Nobel Prize.
We do it because we love the
planet.
We don’t share the gospel to
show how good we are.
We do it because we love the
gospel
and
the people we share it with.
Suppose we lived -- not just
our church lives --
but all of our lives without so much concern
for getting our
fair share of credit.
Suppose we lived like Dorothy
Day,
Martin
Luther King, Jr., Theresa of Avila
or any of the saints who were so caught up
in the mission they lost themselves in it.
Suppose we found our true lives
by losing our egos in God’s Kingdom.
Then we might come into
ourselves and live life fully,
enjoying the game for the thrill of the game,
not distracted by keeping score.
That kind of life would be
living in God’s Kingdom.