Extravagant Motives
Monday Lenten Luncheon
Vine Street UMC
April 01, 2019
If you watch any of the crime dramas on television, and I mean any of the crime dramas, anything from Perry Mason, to Murder She Wrote, to NCIS Los Angeles or Evening Shade, one of the things that you often hear about is “motive.” Characters often ask, as real law enforcement officers do, “What motive did that person have?” What reason did they have for committing a crime, what motivation would they have for doing such a thing? But crimes aren’t the only thing that requires motivation. Some days we spend more time on the couch than we probably should, simply because we can’t seem to find the motivation to do anything different. We put off filling out our tax forms until the deadline unless we think we’re getting money back, we procrastinate cleaning the house until it annoys us or until we know that we have guests coming over. Just about everything we do has motive assigned to it. We go to work because we need to make some money because we like to have a warm place to live and food to eat. We eat cookies, because, hey, this isn’t hard, we eat cookies because they taste good.
But sometimes we need to look at what motivates our spiritual lives as well. That’s a big part of the story that we hear in John 12:1-8, as Jesus shares a meal at his friend Lazarus’ house:
12:1 Six days before the Passover, Jesus came to Bethany, where Lazarus lived, whom Jesus had raised from the dead. 2 Here a dinner was given in Jesus’ honor. Martha served, while Lazarus was among those reclining at the table with him. 3 Then Mary took about a pint of pure nard, an expensive perfume; she poured it on Jesus’ feet and wiped his feet with her hair. And the house was filled with the fragrance of the perfume.
4 But one of his disciples, Judas Iscariot, who was later to betray him, objected, 5 “Why wasn’t this perfume sold and the money given to the poor? It was worth a year’s wages.” 6 He did not say this because he cared about the poor but because he was a thief; as keeper of the money bag, he used to help himself to what was put into it.
7 “Leave her alone,” Jesus replied. “It was intended that she should save this perfume for the day of my burial. 8 You will always have the poor among you, but you will not always have me.”
Jesus arrives in Bethany and stops in the home of Lazarus, Mary, and Martha. John, and probably everyone else, notices that Lazarus is the guy that used to be dead. It’s almost funny, but you must admit, even today that’s the sort of thing that people would talk about. “Look, Fred! That’s the guy I told you about. He’s the one that woke up at the cemetery and climbed out of the casket, three days after the funeral!”
But anyway, between Jesus and Lazarus, this was probably a prominent and well discussed (gossiped) event. But during the dinner, Mary comes into the room, walks over to where Jesus was reclining (remember that it was traditional at that time to eat in a reclining position, much like sitting in a beach lounger), broke open a bottle of expensive perfume, and poured it over Jesus’s feet. As you can imagine, the entire house was filled with the smell. Just imagine if you poured out an entire bottle of Chanel No. 5. A little dab smells nice, but a whole bottle would almost certainly be overpowering.
There are many ways to interpret what Mary did, and why she did it. It can be interpreted as symbolic of burial as well as an anointing and consecration to royal service. But I don’t want to dwell on what it meant today, instead I want to point out that Jesus highlights Mary’s motives as a stark contrast to Judas’ protests about the expense. Jesus says, “You will always have the poor among you, but you will not always have me.” Essentially, Jesus is saying, I think, honoring God, at the right time, and for the right motives, is an important value. There was a limited time to honor Jesus while he was on earth, and Mary chose to do so while he was living rather than save that expensive perfume for his burial.
But let’s also look at the motivations of Judas. John calls him a thief whose greed caused him to want that money in his purse, and I think we should take his word for that, but even if he wasn’t, most of us would have been shocked at the extravagance of what Mary did, and I’m certain that many others, besides, Judas, were just as shocked. Scripture tells us that the perfume that she poured out was worth 300 denarii, or since a day’s wage was one denarius, that’s about a year’s wages for an average laborer. If we do that same math if modern American economics, we discover that in 2015, the average wage for an average American worker, was $56,516. Can you imagine how you would feel if you watched someone pour fifty or sixty thousand dollars’ worth of Chanel No. 5 onto the floor? Even though we may not be thieves, I think that many of us, despite our love for Jesus, would be just as shocked as Judas was.
It’s a difficult thing to compare these two attitudes, the extravagance of Mary and the greed of Judas. But the comparison comes down to the motives of these two people. Mary was motivated by her love for Jesus and her desire to honor him in the best way that she could. Judas’ motives were to honor himself and to put some of that money in his own pocket.
And, as we think about these two people, and as we reflect on their motives, it reminds us that we often need to reflect on our own motives in much the same way. Honoring God is an important value, but when do we cross a line from honoring God to honoring ourselves?
When we build church buildings, and I admit Christ Church is an enormous and incredibly beautiful building, are we building them to honor God or to honor ourselves? Do we want to impress people with the awesomeness of God, or are we trying to impress them that we are the ones who attend church in that awesome building? And what about us personally? Are we getting dressed up on Sunday morning to honor God in his house or to impress other people? Do we attend church to worship God, or are we there to “see and be seen,” to network with other local business people, and to make sure that the people in our community see us going to church because it’s good for business or good for our reputation? Are we putting money in the offering plate because of our love for God or because we’re trying to impress someone? But, at the same time, if our motivation is that we are truly trying to honor God, are we being extravagant enough?
As we move through this season of Lent and come ever closer to the resurrection and the celebration of Easter, let us look deep inside of our selves and consider our own motives. Just who am I trying to impress? Does my life honor God? Does my giving honor God? And do I honor God with…
…extravagance?
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It happens every Sunday morning, and it happens in practically every church in the world. It isn’t peculiar to the United Methodist Church. It happens in Baptist Churches, Presbyterian churches, Catholic churches, independent churches, and every other denominational and non-denominational church you can find. It happens in Christian churches, Islamic mosques, Jewish synagogues, and Buddhist temples. This thing that happens is the offering. At some point before, during, or after their services of worship, there will be an opportunity for worshipers and visitors to make some contribution toward the organization, for the poor, or at least toward the upkeep of the building. Despite there being enormous differences between us, one of the things that make us all the same is that no matter where you are, or who you worship, it costs money to maintain the property and keep the lights on. And so, everywhere we go, even sometimes for secular events, we are asked to sacrifice a little of our hard-earned cash. It’s so ordinary that we don’t think twice if the American Legion needs to hold a raffle, or the band boosters sell candy bars.
There was one moment. It wasn’t scripted, it wasn’t planned, and it wasn’t a part of the program or on anyone’s agenda. But for those of us who were paying attention… it was powerful. Many of you know that I just got back from a weekend technical conference with the National Association of Rocketry that was held at Cape Canaveral, Florida. As an engineer, and as a geek, I had a great time learning all kinds of detailed, specific, stuff about rockets that would bore the snot out of a lot of other people. In any case, because this year is the 60 anniversary of NASA and the 50th anniversary of the Apollo 11 moon landing, this year’s conference not only included tours of Cape Canaveral and the Kennedy Space Center, we invited engineers, technicians and astronauts from the space program to come and talk to us. And, after our evening banquet at the close of the conference, a panel of NASA astronauts shared memories and stories about their lives and their careers. Sadly, due to my hearing loss, and a big room filled with echoes, I only heard 10 or 20 percent of what was said. But I didn’t miss one of the most powerful moments… …because there weren’t any words. You see, three of the astronauts on the panel were pilots or technical specialists that had made one, or several, flights aboard the Space Shuttle, but one gentleman, Colonel Al Crews, was from another generation. He was one of the guys who was training during the Apollo era, and who was an X-20 Dyna-Soar pilot (a space plane 20 years before the
shuttle) before that program was cancelled. He was then transferred to work on the Manned Orbiting Laboratory project, which was planned to be a space station based on the Gemini launch vehicle (thirty years before the ISS). But that program was also cancelled before it flew. But even though Al Crews never flew, his hard work and dedication (and that of many people like him) made it possible to build the space shuttle, and an orbiting space station, and many other things that we take for granted. But after all the jokes, and shared memories, and stories were over, something happened. On the stage, were four men who, to many of us, as engineers, as rocketry hobbyists, as Americans, and as human beings, were heroes. We all watched the Space Shuttle launches on television, and we wished that we were them. We cheered their successes and we wept over their failures. But when the evening’s program was over, something powerful happened. And a lot of people probably didn’t even notice. As the program ended, and everyone in the audience applauded, the astronauts nodded and accepted our thanks. Eventually, they stood up to leave the stage, and as they did so, every one of those heroes made sure that they found their way over to Al Crews and shook his hand.
They knew that they would not have lived the lives they had, or done the things that they had done, without men like Al Crews. Just as we looked up to them, it was obvious that they all looked up to him. And so, at the end of the day, if you were watching, there was a powerful message. Even heroes, have heroes. Al Crews never walked on the moon, he never even made it to orbit, but his dedication, his reliable, predictable, daily effort, sustained over an entire career, made it possible for another generation of heroes to inspire others. We may not walk on the moon, but each of us can be a hero to somebody. What are you doing to inspire others? What actions are you taking? What reliable, predictable, daily effort are you making, to make it possible for others to go places you can only dream about? Isaac Newton once said, “If I have seen further than others, it is by standing upon the shoulders of giants.” Whose giant will you be? 