“Casting That First Stone!”
Matthew 13:24-30
Several years ago I got to know a young seminary student who worked in
a convenience store where I often stopped for a soft drink or some sort of junk
food. Sometimes, after I got to know
him, I stopped just to see how he was doing.
His
denominational heritage was of the rather conservative charismatic
variety. I once asked him how he felt
about selling beer, wine, cigarettes, and lottery tickets. He didn’t like it, but since God was calling
him to ministry and he had to pay for his seminary education somehow, he had to
take the best job he could find.
This
conversation ended with him telling me about a conference of charismatic
Christians held in
This
wasn’t surprising. However, those
Americans soon found out that their brothers and sisters from
I
never did find out how all of this got sorted out. But the whole episode left me amused and bemused. There was and is a somewhat naughty part of
me that wishes I could have stood before that assembled conference, talked a
bit about their differences, and then asked the real Christians to stand
up. Who’re the sheep? Who’re the goats? Which of you are God’s own good wheat, and
which of you are hypocritical weeds sown in God’s garden by the Devil?
I’ll
never know, and neither will they this side of heaven. Only God knows who the real Christians
are. He alone can ultimately tell the sheep
from the goats and the wheat from the weeds.
We can guess. There are signs
like the fruitfulness or the lack thereof of our brothers’ and sisters’ lives
in Christ. But this side of eternity
only God knows who are among his elect.
The
Pharisees of Jesus’ day thought they did.
Jesus made it clear that they didn’t.
The Pharisees assumed that they and their ilk were the elect and that
all those sinners out there - those sinners with whom Jesus often hung out –
were not. Jesus had a few words to say
about that, some of which weren’t very kind.
When we read the Gospel accounts carefully, we discover that some of the
most harsh things Jesus had to say were directed at the self-righteous, the
ones who were absolutely sure who was in and who was out of God’s favor. The self-righteous, of course, always assuming
that they were in and those of whom they did not approve were out. Unless I’m mistaken, Jesus even told them
about that time to come when some of those who shouted, “Lord, Lord” the
loudest and longest would hear him say, “I never knew you.”
Today’s
parable makes it very clear that there will always be weeds in God’s
garden. Sometimes even the supposedly best-looking
wheat turns out to be weeds. The message
is that the wheat cannot be separated from the weeds until after the
harvest. Any Judean farmer worth his
salt knew that there was a pernicious sort of weed that too closely resembled
wheat to be pulled up. Furthermore,
these weeds had a way of entangling their roots with those of the wheat. Pulling up the weeds meant pulling up the
wheat. They had to be allowed to grow
together until that appropriate time when the wheat and weeds could be separated
without damaging the wheat.
So
it is in God’s garden, the church. As
it’s so very well stated in the Westminster Confession of Faith: “The purest churches under heaven are
subject both to mixture and error…” I
like how Harry Hassall stated it in his book Presbyterians: People of the
Middle Way: “God is the only eligible
voter in [the] election of eternity.” Or
as he quoted David Steele and Curtis Thomas, “God’s choice of the sinner, not the sinner’s choice of Christ, is the
ultimate cause of salvation.” Or as
it’s stated in the proposed Declaration of Faith that I love to quote so much, “The boundaries of the church are not
clearly known to us, but God knows those who are his.” Only God truly knows who his elect are,
who’s saved, who the sheep are, and who ultimately will be the true wheat of
his harvest.
It’s
not our place to judge. Nor is it our
finger to be pointed. Neither you nor I
have the right to stand before Christ’s Church, in whatever form it may take,
and ask the real Christians to stand up.
No Pope, no bishop, no theologian, no presbytery exec, no pastor, no
elder, no deacon, no Christian can look down on any other Christian and say, “I’m real; you’re not.” None of us is allowed to go around
singing, “Jesus loves me more than you,
because I don’t like the things you do.”
You drink wine!
O you’re definitely bound for hell.
O yeah, you drink coffee and eat pork chops and shrimp. You’re gonna burn, buddy, you’re gonna
burn. You don’t baptize the right
way. You don’t do Communion
correctly. Your form of church
government’s wrong. You’re a knee-jerk
liberal. You’re a fundamentalist
bozo. You destroy the church’s peace and
unity in the name of purity. You allow
impurity in the church in order to maintain its peace and unity. You don’t do things decently and in
order. You’re a goat. No, you’re a goat. Well, you’re a weed. No, you’re the weed. Yada-yada-yada. And on and on and on it goes ad
nauseaum.
The
truth is, apart from God’s grace we’re all goats, we’re all weeds. We all deserve to burn. And even those of us who are God’s own true
wheat – his elect – are still pretty weedy.
Even the best of God’s sheep can occasionally act like goats. And sometimes even the nastiest goats do a
real good job of imitating sheep. Often,
from our limited human perspective, some of the goats out there make
better-looking sheep than do the sheep themselves.
Jesus
said, “Judge not, lest you be
judged.” Paul wrote, “Who are you to pass judgment on the
servants of another? It is before their
own lord that they stand or fall.” And,
“Let us therefore no longer pass judgment
on one another, but resolve never to put a stumbling block or hindrance in the
way of another.”
We must not forget God’s own truth.
We must prayerfully and hopefully see even the most obviously seeming
weed as a potential stalk of wheat. This
side of eternity we can count no one beyond redemption. God can.
That’s his divine prerogative. We
can’t, and we shouldn’t. It’s not our
place to do so.
Again
I firmly believe that there should be a sign over every church door
that says, “No self-righteousness
allowed.”
Maybe there should be a zero tolerance program in
place to deal with such things in the church.
No self-righteousness. No finger
pointing. No name-calling. No arrogant assumptions about who’s in and
who’s out. No hypocritical judgment of
others. No
“I’m-a-real-Christian-and-you’re-not” attitudes. None of this is allowed. None.
Nada. Zilch.
That’s the way things ought to be in the church, but you and I know
that it’s never going to be so. There’s
a little bit of Pharisee in us all. We
all have our moments of self-righteousness and supposed spiritual
superiority. We all like to imagine from
time to time that we’re the only real wheat in God’s garden. Thanks be to God that self-righteousness is not
an unforgivable sin!
Before we go casting that first stone of judgment, condemnation, or
religious superiority, let’s remember today’s parable. Some weeds may be mixed in with God’s wheat,
but in God’s own time all that will be sorted out. Meanwhile the best thing we can do is heed
these words from that proposed Declaration of Faith: “Knowing the righteous judgment of God in Christ, we urge all people to
be reconciled to God, not exempting ourselves from the warning. Constrained by God’s love in Christ, we have
good hope for all people, not exempting the most unlikely from the
promises. Judgment belongs to God and
not us. We are sure that God’s future
for every person will be both merciful and just. Amen.