Seventeenth Sunday after
Pentecost (Proper 20A)
September 24, 2023
Text:
Matt. 20:1-16
“So the last will be first, and
the first last” (Matt. 20:16; ESV).
“It’s not fair! They don’t work as hard as I do. They don’t care as much as I care. They don’t suffer as much as I suffer. They haven’t earned it like I have. Where is their commitment? Where is their dedication? I’m fine with letting them into the
Vineyard. We could certainly use some
more workers, more contributors. But
let’s get one thing straight. I’ve been
here from the beginning. I’ve borne the
burden of the day and the scorching heat.
I helped get this thing started.
These third, sixth, ninth, and especially eleventh hour additions
shouldn’t be counted equal with me.
Whatever they get, I should get more.
More credit. More say. More honor.
In this Vineyard, I should get what’s coming to me. Anything less would be unjust.”
This parable warns us against such
self-righteousness. It is self-righteousness
when we compare ourselves with others.
It is self-righteousness when we insist on getting what’s coming to
us. It is self-righteousness when we
charge the Master of the Vineyard with injustice. And make no mistake about who this Master
is. It is God. Self-righteousness declares God unjust. We all do it.
We all bemoan the unfairness of the world, the Church, and our station
in life. We all resent those who have
what we think we deserve, and they do not deserve. Beloved, repent.
The point of the parable is
precisely that we don’t get what’s coming to us. And believe me, we don’t want to get
what’s coming to us. According to the
holy Law of God, what’s coming to us is death and eternal condemnation. The act of grace, here, is that, in spite
of what’s coming to us, and because He took what’s coming to us, our
Lord Jesus brings us into His Vineyard.
And we should simply be happy to be here! Yes, He gives us work to do. Yes, some work harder than others, care more
than others, suffer more than others.
Yes, some arrive late to the party, and, frankly, don’t do much. But there is no earning here. We don’t earn our place in the
Vineyard, the Kingdom. We don’t even
earn our wages: forgiveness of sins, life, and salvation. Rather, out of thanksgiving for the grace
give us in bringing us in, and out of love for the Master of the
Vineyard (and so, yes, love for our fellow workers), we work. We do what needs to be done, what is given us
to do. We pray. We confess Christ. We support our Church, and invite others to
it. We help our brothers and sisters in
time of need, and treat them with kindness and patience. We love this place. We love what happens here, what the Lord is
growing, the fruit the Vineyard is producing.
We love it because it is Home.
The Master has taken us into His Home. We belong. We have a place. And a Family, our fellow workers,
whenever they were brought in, and whatever the circumstances, and whatever
their strengths and weaknesses may be.
Stop comparing yourself to the others in the Church. Just rejoice that the Master’s Home is now your
home, and their Home. The
Vineyard, the Kingdom, the Church, is our Home.
Some of you work very hard in this
Home. Believe me when I say, it doesn’t
go unnoticed. I appreciate you more than
I can say, and I confess, I don’t thank you enough. More importantly, your Father in heaven sees,
and He will assuredly reward you. Some
work less than you do. Some don’t do
much work at all. Perhaps it is because
they haven’t had as much time in the Vineyard.
Perhaps they have some limitations of which the rest of us are unaware. Perhaps they haven’t been asked to work, or
don’t know just how to go about it. Some
have become weary and discouraged. Some
have slipped into laziness, or apathy, and so we must bear them in Christian
love and patience, encourage them, and pray that they will take up their labors
once again with joy. But then, the fact
is, there are some you wouldn’t even know are workers, and perhaps you’ve assumed
that they aren’t, not because they don’t work, but because they keep it all
under the hat, behind the scenes. They
do not let the right hand know what the left is doing. In many cases, they work harder than us
all. Truth be told, we could all work
harder. We could all do more, and
better. If you really want to be judged
by the Law (which is the realm of your works, and of fairness), no one is above
criticism. Thank God, that isn’t how it
works in this place.
“It’s not fair.” You’re right, it’s not. You want to know who bore the burden of the
day and the scorching heat? You want to
know who really does the work in the Vineyard… tills it, plants it, tends it,
pours His blood, sweat, and tears into it?
You know who it is. It is not
you. It is our Lord Jesus Christ. Behold Him on a Friday afternoon, beaten,
bloodied, languishing. Pierced for your
transgressions. Crushed for your
iniquities. Having borne the burden of
the wood, scorched by the unrelenting heat… of the sun, yes… that, too… but
God’s wrath for the sins of the whole world.
“My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” (Matt. 27:46). Now a corpse.
Water and blood seeping from His sacred body into the accursed ground. Penetrating the clay. Hydrating the dust. Softening the hard heart. Driving out thorn and thistle. Enlivening dead seeds so that they
sprout. Roots grown deep. Life shooting up from the belly of the
earth. The Lord is risen. Branches now growing from the Vine. Nourishing sap flowing to the extremities. Pruning, yes.
The cross touches every branch.
But now look. Blossoms. Fruit.
Lucious fruit. Clusters of ripe,
juicy grapes. Overflowing wine. Christian love. Faith and hope. Joy.
Life!
“It’s not fair.” It has nothing to do with fairness. “For our sake [God] made him to be sin who
knew no sin, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God” (2
Cor. 5:21). We’re all here by grace, and
grace isn’t fair. It is merciful. It is longsuffering. It is extravagant. It is prodigal. It is generous. And it is exceedingly patient.
At my worst (which is to say, in and
of myself, my old Adam), I begrudge the Master’s generosity. The hypothetical complaint at the beginning
of this sermon… I’ve said and thought those very things many times, God help
me. But at my best (which is to say, not
me, but the new man emerging and arising in the risen Christ), I’m just thankful
to be here. And that is how it should
be. I don’t deserve it. I didn’t choose it. He chose me!
Found me, standing there idle, helpless to help myself, and doing
nothing to help anybody else. By grace
He brought me in, He who loved me, and gave Himself for me. “All that is Mine is yours,” He has said to
me. Amazing. So yes, hand me a spade. Some pruning shears. A shovel for manure. Send me into the Vineyard. I’ll work it.
Purchase a plot of land and load me up with bricks. I’ll go.
I’ll do it. Because I love Him,
the Master who loves me. And I love His
House, and His Vineyard, and all my fellow workers… you! Because He loves you, and He has called
you, and the angels rejoice, so I do, too.
My friends, look what we’ve been
given. Rejoice! Receive this great gift from your Master, the
Vineyard, and the stewardship that comes along with it. Not as one who has earned it… You haven’t earned it. But as a free gift. Grace.
Grace alone. This is your
Home. And these are your brothers and
sisters, given to you by God Himself, hand-picked for you, and you for them,
from before the foundation of the world.
Don’t despise them. Don’t despise
God’s gift. Love them. Thank God for them. Care for them.
And what of those who have not borne
the burdens you have shouldered, but still enjoy the fruits of your labor? Look what the Lord has done. Because you bore the burden, they have come
in. And they are at Home. Thanks be to God.
Whether it be the first, third,
sixth, ninth, or even eleventh hour, by grace, He calls each one of us into His
Vineyard. One of His last words before
giving up the ghost on the holy cross, was to assure a repentant thief that
today, he would be with Him in Paradise.
It was to bring an eleventh hour worker into His Vineyard.
One of the first words of the risen
Jesus to us here today, was to bring three more, at several different hours of
their lives, into His Vineyard, by the waters of Holy Baptism. Welcome, dear brothers and sister. Here we are all equal inheritors. So the last will be first, and the first
last. It is not a matter of
fairness. It is a matter of grace. In the Name of the Father, and of the Son X,
and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.