The Whistleblower
Proper 28A
Now that the harvest season is over, most of us who work in
the vineyards have been following him from one end of Galilee to the other.
I’ve been with him since the teaching on the mount where he told us we are all
blessed, wretched as we are, indentured for life having lost our family farms
to those urban-elites who lend us money during a slow season, and then
foreclose on us when we cannot repay the loans on time. There they are in their
big cities, in their mansions with all kinds of servants, and forever traveling
all over the world while we slave away in their farms which seem to expand further
and further every single day.
This Jesus fellow seems to know what we are up against:
between tolls to move our goods, tribute-money paid to the empire, and more
tributes to the support the Temple in Jerusalem, he knows we can never really
catch up. The stories he tells, like the one about the banquet where the king
destroyed a whole village, including a schoolhouse filled with children, while
in a rage over those who turned down his invitation was all too familiar– as if
anyone would want to attend his son’s wedding feast.
Right now, he is telling us a story about one of those urban
elites who calls three of his dreaded retainers to assign them a task while he
is off to one of the hot-spring health spas – wouldn’t that feel good to our
tired and aching backs, arms, and legs. They are the same retainers who pester
us all the time for rent money and loan repayments. In this story, he gives one
retainer five talents, to another two talents, and to the third only one
talent. Only one, I say! A single talent of gold or silver is about 33kg, the
equivalent of 1600 denarii, and each denarius is approximately a day’s-wage,
making a talent the equivalent of 16 years of labor! The thirteen talents he
hands out, then, represent 208 years of peasant labor! You can be sure he has
more where that all comes from. The instructions to his retainers is to invest
the talents and make him more by the time he returns. It’s “Don’t stop till you
get enough,” and for folks like him there is never enough!
The workers around me are buzzing, as we knew these guys
were wealthy, but never knew that anyone could be that wealthy. Sure enough,
when he returns, retainer #1 has doubled the five to be ten talents; retainer
#2 doubled his two talents to be four talents. At seven more talents, that’s
another 112 years of our back-breaking labor added to his wealth – which he
will no doubt use to usurp another five or ten farms, while we remain in debt.
These two retainers are well on their way to being promoted to handling better
matters then collecting my rent and loan payments.
But what does he say about retainer #3? “Then the one who
had received the one talent also came forward, saying, ‘Master, I knew that you
were a harsh man, reaping where you did not sow, and gathering where you did
not scatter seed; so I was afraid, and I went and hid your talent in the ground.
Here you have what is yours.’’’ The crowd and I give out a loud and long
cheer! How long had all of us wished to say something like that to the dreaded
retainers, let alone to the wealthy sod who owns all our family farms! #3 has
some real nerve to tell it like it is! I’m not playing your game anymore. I’m
not going to rip off any more of your farmer-slaves, and I’m not making more
money for you. I’m not going to take it, so there!
He not only took the urban-elite’s money out of circulation
where it couldn’t be used to dispossess any more of us, but #3 has in effect
removed himself from the very system of exploitation, giving up his position of
power and influence. He describes the master for what he is and acknowledges
his fear of the landowner’s power. This whistleblower has exposed the whole
system that keeps the rest of us enslaved. By disclosing the cover story of the
urban elites for everyone to see he has risked everything. By acting alone, he
has no one else to turn to, and has turned his back on the ‘self’ he was
becoming. Indeed, he subjects himself to aristocratic wrath. But for the rest
of us, he revealed that the retainers are necessary to the process of
exploitation. I wonder, how many of us would risk being a whistleblower?
Wow! Everyone is
listening now as Jesus continues the story. You can hear a pin drop as he says,
“But his master replied, ‘You wicked and lazy slave! You knew, did you, that
I reap where I did not sow, and gather where I did not scatter? Then you ought
to have invested my money with the bankers, and on my return I would have
received what was my own with interest. So take the talent from him, and give
it to the one with the ten talents. For to all those who have, more will be
given, and they will have an abundance; but from those who have nothing, even
what they have will be taken away. As for this worthless slave, throw him into
the outer darkness, where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.’” The
crowd all around erupts in “boos” and cries of “Unfair!” and even “Down with
the Robber Barons!”
Then it all dies down as we all realize that like all of us,
#3 is on his own. The master rejects him. The other retainers will have nothing
to do with him. And he has long been despised by the rest of us. Might the
other retainers come to realize that their interests really do not lie with the
ultra-wealthy? That the people they work for only want to exploit them and
us to gather more and more wealth and have no more care for the retainers than
they do for the rest of us peasants – that they and we are no more than cogs in
the machines that create greater and greater distance between all of us and all
of those ultra-wealthy city-elites?
As the crowd begins to disperse, I find myself asking a lot
of questions about all of this, while I am amazed to think there is this one
hero like #3, the whistleblower, willing to pull back the curtain and reveal
the multiple layers of exploitation. If he shows up in my village, though, how
should I greet him? Ought I remain bitter toward him for his past? Or, does my
bitterness toward him simply play into the hands of the ruling elite? Might we
work together to try to build a better system; a more just system? Is it
possible that the interests of my co-workers, peasants, and the rest of rural
poor folks might be tied to the very class of people we have learned to
despise?
Then it dawns on me – this Jesus fellow, with these strange
stories he tells, is the whistleblower himself! As he tells the story of our
lives, he pulls back the curtain and reveals the ongoing systems of
exploitation that plays into the hands of the ruling elites. He is #3! What’s
going to happen to him if he keeps telling these stories? Is it safe to keep
following him and listening to what he has to say? He seems to have
self-identified himself as one of us, all of us, calling us to grapple with all
these questions while we all live in the outer darkness, far from the centers
of power and prestige, struggling to survive day-to-day, one rent, mortgage, or
tribute payment from total despair, all the while weeping and gnashing our
teeth. What’s going to happen to him if he continues to tell such stories,
hoping someone of us, hoping more of us, will listen and hear that each moment
lived with him and with God his Father is worth more than all the talents in
this world? There’s only one way to find out. I will follow him. Wherever he
may go. There isn't an ocean too deep, a mountain so high it can keep me away
from Jesus and his Good News! Amen.
