"When you are
invited by someone to a wedding banquet, do not sit down at the place of honor,
in case someone more distinguished than you has been invited by your host; 9and
the host who invited both of you may come and say to you, 'Give this person
your place', and then in disgrace you would start to take the lowest place. 10But
when you are invited, go and sit down at the lowest place, so that when your
host comes, he may say to you, 'Friend, move up higher'; then you will be
honored in the presence of all who sit at the table with you. 11For
all who exalt themselves will be humbled, and those who humble themselves will
be exalted."
Luke 14:8-11
A seat at a lunch counter. A seat on a bus. A seat at a
wedding banquet. Who would think that something so simple as choosing where to
sit is important to a life of faith? It’s clear that Jesus knows how
important this little act is. It’s a reflection of how much we love our
neighbors.
This week, the gospel passage is about planning feasts and
choosing seating arrangements. This week also marked the 50th anniversary
of the March on Washington for equal rights. While it may not be something we
think about, where we sit actually matters. It says something about who we are
and how we see others.
Jesus call to radical hospitality and humility shows us that
at God’s table our hierarchies do not exist. But in our mind they do. We try to
grab the best seat, couch or pew. We want to know who gets to go first and we
want to know how we can be that person.
Maybe we’re the first person to call “shotgun” and get to
ride in the front seat of the car. Maybe we pay more for concert tickets so
that we can sit close to the stage. Maybe we arrive early so that we can claim
good seats or parking for the Christmas Eve service. Maybe we insist that only
we can take the front seats on the bus.
There are a lot of
ways we can make sure we get the best seat and are at the top of the hierarchy.
But, our striving, our money, our position are not what God values.
God doesn’t flip through the yearbook of humanity calling
only the best-dressed or the most likely to succeed. God embraces the whole
book. The geek with glasses, the girl with tragic hair. The woman who can’t
stop crying since her divorce. The foreigner. The prom queen. The new father
who can’t believe he actually has cancer. The terrified 12-year-old starting
middle school. The man who was downsized
three years before retiring. The 20-year-old who sneaks into worship twenty
minutes late in flip flops.
No, God turns the pages of that book with a great big love for every person
there. The hierarchy, the seats of honor are things
of our own making. The rules and laws that assure us that we always get the
seat of in the front of the bus or the best parking spot at work are ours.
Jesus invites us to let go of our hierarchies and our guest lists and our
titles and unfair laws.
When we let go of the hierarchy. When we stop competing for
the best seat, we can simply be who we are. We can plop down in the back pew,
no wait, that’s the seat of honor in a Presbyterian church. We can plop down in
the front pew and simply be what we were created to be—at peace in the presence
of God and each other.