In the name of God.
Amen.
One of the great new developments on Facebook in the last several months is a new feature that they call “On this
day”. When you click the link, Facebook
takes you back through memories of the things you posted on that particular date
through the years.
For example, yesterday I got a sweet reminder that it had been exactly four years since I first met my younger dog, Wiley.
In recent weeks, however, I’ve been taken back on a
pilgrimage through memory to the time, three years ago, when I was traveling in
Kenya. I had been there initially for a
conference on the Bible and sexuality, trying to build relationships and bridge
differences between Anglicans in Africa and leaders in the Episcopal Church in
the United States. But after the
conference was over, a group of us traveled several hours southwest from
Nairobi to go on a six-day safari through the Maasai Mara triangle – one of the
most thrilling and active nature preserves in the savannahs of central Africa.
A member of our traveling group had researched possibilities
for this safari ahead of time, and had suggested that we book our arrangements
through a website called responsibletravel.com.
Responsible Travel works to find and support non-exploitative travel
options, so travelers can avoid doing more harm, particularly in regions often
exploited by outsiders.
Something about that made me feel uneasy.
Now, before I go too far down this road, let me be clear: I
don’t tell this story with any intention of being judgmental. The fact is, missionaries, serving for
months, or even years in far-away lands, probably need some of the comforts of
home. Like everyone, in every line of
work, they need to be able to leave some of the work behind at the end of the
day to recharge and refresh themselves for more service in each day that follows. And the fact is, I’ve never lived that life:
traveling half-way around the world for extended service to and with people of
a different culture. I like to think
that I could do it, but the truth is, I don’t know that I could; and if I
could, I don’t know what it would require of me.
But in that moment, when I was seeing what amounted to
mansions on a hill-top as compared to the mud huts and tents where I and my
traveling companions were staying, it left me feeling uneasy. It reminded me about how grateful I was to be
staying where I was, and meeting the people I was meeting, and learning about
their lives in a first-hand way. Our
group could have decided to have stayed in a traditional hotel, with private
rooms and soft, luxurious beds and climate control and maid service. We still would have seen all of the animals,
and we even could have popped in to visit a manyatta to see how the local people
lived. It still would have been a truly
amazing and eye-opening experience.
But I was grateful that I got to spend a few days really
getting to know the people we were getting to know. I was grateful to have those chances to have
real, substantive conversations to learn about the ways that our lives and
experiences and expectations were different, and the ways that they were the
same. Those kinds of relationships
needed time to build. They wouldn’t have
happened in a passing visit.
So I was thinking about all of that this week as I was hearing
Jesus speak about the “places of honor” at the banquet. The thing is, I think it’s important that we
go out of our way to avoid claiming those “places of honor” because we too
often misunderstand what “places of honor” really are. “Places of honor” – at least in the economy
of Christ – aren’t always where we’d expect to find them. If you listen to all that Jesus teaches us,
real honor isn’t with the wealthy and the powerful. Real honor isn’t found in the comfort of the
familiar. It's not always at the head of the table. Real honor, instead, is found
with the poor, the vulnerable, and the needy.
Real honor is encountered when we broaden the scope of our horizon to
seek and to understand those people we wouldn’t otherwise see or understand.
And we don’t have to travel half-way around the world to
find those places of honor. Sometimes,
surrounding ourselves with so much that is unfamiliar can help us to open our
eyes to truths that more often hide in plain site at home, but with discipline and
openness we can find that same kind of truth in our every day lives.
It’s like the difference between forgetting that the clouds
are up there, and taking the time to notice that the image of an elephant is
floating right above.
There are miracles, and places of honor, and encounters with
Christ all around us. Every day. If we stop fighting to get ahead, and open
ourselves to the wonder right around us, we’re more likely to find them.
Christ is right here – with us. And, just as much, always right there, with
them. And, with Christ is our best place
of honor. Amen.
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