The Passion of our Lord Jesus Christ according to Matthew
26:14- 27:66
The heart of Judeo-Christian worship is remembrance.
Holocaust survivor, Elie Wiesel, famously said, “If anything can, it is memory
that can save humanity… Memory is not just a way to honor the past, but is a
shield against evil.” Memory is a gateway to creating a better future for us
all. This is especially true of our reading different accounts of Christ’s
Passion each Palm Sunday, and John’s Passion on Good Friday: to guard against
sentimentalism and to remember what is always at stake to risk, year after
year, day after day, following The Way of Jesus.
For instance, we tend to think the Passion begins with the
rag-a-tag parade into Jerusalem during the week of Passover – a political
satire of the ways in which kings and emperors would enter major cities on a
white steed, with many armed soldiers, and great pomp and circumstance.
Branches and garments of a beleaguered populace, Jesus on a donkey, people
chanting, “Hossana!” was easy to be overlooked by the crowds of people from all
over the ancient world crowding the streets of Jerusalem for Passover.
But as Matthew tells the tale, Christ’s passion begins all
the way back in the beginning – in Bethlehem, the City of David, the child’s
great-great-great-great-grandfather. The empire wanted him dead, he of whom it
was said was born to be King of the Jews. King of the Jews was Herod’s job.
Herod, who set out to have the child hunted down and killed, along with all his
aunts, uncles, and cousins – all the children under the age of two were to be
killed. The trauma must have been insurmountable. Joseph is warned in a dream
that they would hunt the whole family down, so he takes the child and his
mother to Egypt to hide, safe from the clutches of the Caesars and Herods of
the Empire. Years later, when he eventually returned, and began to teach
people, heal people, people, and love people, the hunt-to-kill Jesus was
revived.
As one listens to Matthew’s Passion, we will see that
indeed, the very crowd that shouted “Hossana!” and welcomed him to the
festival, will later turn sour, egged on by Pilate. Pilate who offers a choice.
“I can release Jesus Barabas (that is Jesus son of the father), or Jesus who is
called Christos, or Messiah.” Barabas had led an armed insurrection that had
promised liberation from the Empire by way of the sword. Whereas, Jesus
Christos taught liberation through love of God, neighbor, and even love of enemies.
The crowd sees more promise in the sword and ask for Barabas. It seems that we
always do, generation after generation. The Way of Jesus Christos just seems
too difficult and takes too much time and effort. We try to forget how futile
is the choice for violence. Yet, we continue to make that choice right down to
the present day.
Pilate wants to pass the buck. He tries to avoid blame by
washing his hands. If we remember, we have heard all this before: “The woman
made me eat it…somebody else is responsible…I was only following orders…I was
not in charge…I heard the people and did what they asked.” Such excuses echo
throughout history. In Jerusalem that day, the chief priests and leaders of the
people were afraid. Afraid that if they tried to intervene, they would be next.
They remember that the Empire had been hunting this man since he was a child.
Pilate’s wife issues a warns him of a dream she has had, thus further
complicating things even further. Pilate, who had given up smoking just the
week before lights up and takes a long drag, and wonders just why he lobbied
for this job in this God-forsaken province in the first place.
Then Matthew, and only Matthew of the four evangelists,
portrays the crowd shouting out, “His blood be on us and on our children.” Pilate
is relieved. For centuries Gentile Christians have felt relief. And yet, no
single verse in all of scripture has caused more heartache, damage, and death.
Wiesel would be appalled at how many people today have never heard of the
Holocaust; how many deny it ever happened. Let alone do they even know the long
history of anti-Semitism this one verse set in motion. Years ago, I met someone
who grew up Jewish in Baltimore, and who had to run home from school Holy Week
every year with Christian classmates chasing him ready to beat him up for being
responsible for the death of Jesus. That was probably fifty or more years ago.
On one day two weeks ago, a man drove his car into a Michigan synagogue with
the intent to kill Jews, while the same day another man walked into an ROTC
class at Old Dominion University and began shooting, killing the instructor and
critically wounding two students perceived to be related to our current
military intervention in the Middle East with our current and only ally,
Israel. In the Middle East, memories last for centuries. For many, the Crusades
seem to have happened just a few years ago, just a generation ago.
Scholars have tried to understand why Matthew included this
one verse. Did the crowd really shout this? Was it to indicate the fulfillment
of some ancient prophecy? Or, did he really mean it literally, as if to say,
“We will take the blame, but only for one more generation; the generation of
our own children?” One verse continues to fuel anti-Semitic violence throughout
the ages.
The Passion narratives seem to highlight what Hannah Arendt,
listening to the testimony of Adolph Eichman, called “the banality of evil.”
People in Jerusalem that day, people from all over the world, just went about
their business. No one spoke up on behalf of Jesus called the Christos, the
Messiah. The centurion, and other Roman soldiers, who had been tasked to handle
Jesus, mocked him and cast lots for his clothing. And yet, are the only
witnesses who may have said, “Truly, this man was God’s Son.” Surely
Matthew means this to be ironic! Because this is not a story meant to convey that
Gentiles got it, and Jews did not. We are meant to dig deep and ask ourselves
what would we do had we been there that day? Would we go along with the crowd? Would
we run off and hide with the disciples? Would we cast lots for his clothing
with the soldiers? Simply go about our business in the marketplace to prepare
the Passover meal?
What do we think when we hear the crowd choosing Barabas?
What do we feel and say when our own leaders and crowds choose the sword over
the love of God and God’s Son over and over again? Do we speak out when someone
tells an anti-Semitic “joke”? Or, makes an anti-Semitic slur? Jesus was a Jew,
through and through. He was in Jerusalem for all the appointed festivals. He
invites one and all to live the Way his Father wants us to live – to love God,
to love neighbor, and even to love and pray for our enemies. And our prayers
for our enemies ought not to be for “overwhelming violence of action against
those who deserve no mercy,” as was the prayer in the Pentagon this past
week. As we listen to this Passion account of Matthew’s with compassion for
Jesus, may we remember that “If anything can, it is memory that can save
humanity.” To remember, that every moment of every day there are those who die
on the cross with our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. Who ought to speak out on
their behalf? Archbishop Desmond Tutu used to say that to be silent or neutral
is to side with the oppressors every time. And what we need most to remember is
that the Cross was not the end of the Empire’s hunt to silence Jesus, and that
three days later, Jesus’s resurrection was the beginning of a new and better
future for all humankind, should we remember who we are and whose we are.