Fox in the Hen House

A sermon preached February 24, 2013 at Southminster Presbyterian Church, Boise, Idaho.

Luke 13:31-35

In the section immediately preceding what we heard this morning, Jesus is causing a ruckus. He has healed on the Sabbath, and then shamed his critics with his response to it. And shamed critics end up being angry critics.

He has also offered up some difficult teachings, about narrow ways, and first being last, and fig trees that get chopped down because they do not bear fruit as they ought. He has presented a challenging description of the Kingdom of God—something that starts small like a mustard seed and then becomes giant. If that doesn’t threaten Rome, not sure what might.

This is not happy, bring the cute kids to me Jesus while he holds a baby lamb… jesuspictureschildren

This is “I’m headed to Jerusalem and I dare you to mess with me” Jesus.

angry-jesus
He is picking a fight. He is tired of quietly submitting to injustice.

And at that very hour, some Pharisees come to him to warn him that Herod wants to kill him. I don’t always think of “helpful” when I think of Pharisees. Don’t they seem an odd choice to bring warning? Since when have they been concerned for Jesus’ safety?

Maybe they were sincerely concerned for Jesus’ life.  But I can also hear their comment in the voice of the annoying kid on the playground who tells you “I’ve told the teacher and she’s coming and then you are going to be in a lot of trouble, which I will enjoy watching greatly.
In either case, they bring warning to Jesus. He has gone too far. He has made too many people mad. He has upset the status quo one too many times. There is a price to be paid for demanding justice, for refusing to play Rome’s game, for healing all those people and for refusing to be limited by how we think the world is supposed to work.

Herod is paying attention.

The system of oppression, of injustice, of unhealth, and of uncreativity will not stand idly by while Jesus exposes its evil. It will fight back. It will kill him. And its agent is Herod.

And we are told Herod wants to kill Jesus.

But even now, Jesus won’t play that game. He refuses to be threatened, or quieted down. He responds with “you tell that FOX I’m busy. I’ve got people to heal, and work to do. Do not have time for that snake, I mean weasel, I mean fox, right now.”

Who wants to be the Pharisee to report that comment back to Herod?

Anyone?

Jesus has given Herod all the time he is willing to give him. Because Herod is not worth his time. Herod is just a flunky for Rome. Herod is a small matter compared to the Kingdom of God.

And Jesus moves on to talk about Jerusalem.

He reminds us where he is headed.

He reminds us what happens to prophets.

He reminds us we don’t always welcome God’s messengers when they show up.

“Jerusalem, Jerusalem, the city that kills the prophets and stones those who are sent to it! How often have I desired to gather your children together as a hen gathers her brood under her wings, and you were not willing! See, your house is left to you. And I tell you, you will not see me until the time comes when you say, ‘Blessed is the one who comes in the name of the Lord.'”

But even as he reminds them of painful truths and tries to prepare them for what is still to come, he does it with love. One could understand if he called Jerusalem a bunch of foxes as he labeled Herod, since they kill all their prophets.
But Jerusalem gets a different metaphor.
How often I have desired to gather your children together as a hen gathers her brood under her wings.

look at all those little chicken feet!

look at all those little chicken feet!

Herod is the Fox. We are the baby chickens.

This, I confess, is one of my favorite metaphors for God. I’m not, necessarily, the person who wants to be around actual, live chickens, which freak me out a bit.

But I love the image of being sheltered under God’s wings. The 91st Psalm says “God will cover you with his feathers. The Lord will shelter you with his wings.”  I love the image of God as a mamma hen, sitting on me to keep me safe from foxes and weasels and other barnyard predators.

But we resist that shelter. It seems to illustrate the great struggle between God and humanity.

God seeks safety, beauty, and life for us.

We love danger, independence, and freedom.
And so Jesus offers this lament.

Jerusalem. Jerusalem. How I wish things were different. How I wish you weren’t going to hand me over to the Fox, because who then will be left to shelter you under their wings? Do you not realize how vulnerable you are, with your little chicken wings and downy fluffy feathers? Why don’t you believe me when I tell you these things?

We tend to lump the 4 gospel narratives together. But it is helpful to remember here that they all see the cross event differently. Luke sees Jesus as a martyred prophet, killed as one who stands up to injustice, but also killed as someone who wishes there were another option. You’ll see this in the passion narrative. Jesus has his eyes open on the way to the cross, but that doesn’t make him like what he sees, as Luke tells the story.

We can hear that in this passage. Jesus is willing to do what needs to be done, but there is a wistfulness in his comments. Jesus would love nothing more than to be that smiling Jesus with happy children and baby lambs, keeping us safe and sheltering us under his wings.

But that is not the world in which Jesus finds himself. Instead of being in a tranquil, bucolic farmyard, he is frantically trying to keep the fox out of the hen house while the baby chickens are running around trying to help the fox bring about their own destruction.

The challenge for me in Lent is to accept my own responsibility for this broken world in which we live. As we follow Jesus on his approach to the cross, I invite us all to look around our barnyard. Are we seeking the praise and attention of the foxes who want to bring us harm? Are we seduced by their worldly power, their glossy coats, their celebrity status when they tell us their lies?

Rome can save you. Unlock the gate.

You don’t need God. Come out from under his wings.

I don’t know where you see yourself in this metaphor. I want to think I’m a happy little chick, content to be in God’s care. But perhaps I’m more likely digging under the fence, trying to find a way to go join the foxes.

As we continue in Lent, I invite you to play around with metaphor. If Luke’s image of fox and mamma hen doesn’t resonate with you, then find one that does.

Is God a shepherd?

A rock? A fortress?

A wind that rustles the leaves on the trees?

Is God a mighty warrior?

Is God a Father?

What is your metaphor for God?

Valerie Burton, in a Lenten devotional, used this image to describe today’s old testament passage in Genesis 15:
“God is courting Abram the way a new baby turns a man into a father, whispering to him in the early morning hours, “Look into my eyes and imagine who you could be with me around.

These images of God can invite us into new ways of seeing ourselves and our relationships.

Because I think the difficulties of our world sometimes make metaphor a safer way of approaching our own brokenness. I can’t really bear the weight of my actual complicity in the brokenness of the world. But metaphor can help me see it from a safer distance at first, which might help me take stock of my own relationships in the world.

I hope you will share your metaphors for God as you encounter them this week. Please add your own metaphors in the comments.

So, whether you are a chick taking shelter under wing, or a lamb being gathered back into the flock; whether you are a mountain goat seeking shelter from the wind on the leeward side of a big rock, or a patient under care of the great physician; know that the God who created us, is calling us to turn toward God, even as Jesus laments over Jerusalem and our brokenness.

Whatever your metaphor for God, let us turn, again and again and again, toward the sheltering wings of God.

Amen

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3 thoughts on “Fox in the Hen House

  1. We don’t remain chicks for a life time. At some point we are invited to grow up, embrace adult life, and perhaps become the mother hen, nurturing, guarding, protecting, teaching, and eventually letting go and watching those little chicks move on into maturity. We may need to return to those wings from time to time… I remember as a young mother returning home to my own mother and how lovely it was to have her cook for me and care for me and for my children… but I wouldn’t have stayed there for more than a couple of days before I started to reclaim my role… nor would she have wanted me to. And eventually the roles reversed completely and I and my children were nurturing, protecting, and caring for my mother. Not sure how all that fits but that’s what my pondering led me to.

    • For sure, when considering the image in relationship to my own self. For me, though, when I’m considering my relationship to God, I’m always the baby chick.

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