One Sabbath, when Jesus went to eat in the house of a prominent Pharisee, he was being carefully watched.
Luke 14:1 (NIV)
Context is essential.
The episodes of today’s chapter lie with concentric circles of context that Luke has carefully laid.
Way at the beginning he introduces us to baby Jesus, the Son of God, come to earth. At his dedication, Simeon prophesies:
“This child is destined to cause the falling and rising of many in Israel, and to be a sign that will be spoken against, so that the thoughts of many hearts will be revealed.” (2:34-35)
In chapter 9, Jesus “resolutely” sets out for Jerusalem, having predicted that:
“The Son of Man must suffer many things and be rejected by the elders, the chief priests and the teachers of the law, and he must be killed and on the third day be raised to life.” (9:22)
Today’s chapter begins with a simple statement.
Easily overlooked.
“Jesus went to eat in the house of a prominent Pharisee, he was being carefully watched.“
Most people read that and forget it. But wait…
Everything in today’s chapter happens in this context.
The baby Messiah who will cause “the rise and fall of many in Israel,” and who will reveal the thoughts of their hearts.
The Messiah on a mission — heading to Jerusalem to be rejected by the religious power brokers – to be killed by them.
And, He is dining with one of those very men…
….at his house.
…under his critical gaze.
This isn’t a casual dinner.
This is a set-up.
The table is dripping with intrigue and tension.
They think they’re watching Him.
But He’s the one setting the table…
He prods His enemies. He pokes at them at every turn.
“Is it lawful to heal on the Sabbath?” (He knows His host thinks it is.)
He heals a man with abnormal swelling sitting in the room.
[Poke]
Watching the prominent religious leaders vying for the seats of honor at the table. He calls them out. Directly.
“But when you are invited, take the lowest place, so that when your host comes, he will say to you, ‘Friend, move up to a better place.’ Then you will be honored in the presence of all the other guests. For all those who exalt themselves will be humbled, and those who humble themselves will be exalted.” (vs 10-11)
[Poke]
Jesus then tells a parable. A great banquet feast is given. All the high-and-mighty guests on the list beg off. The host sends servants to bring in the lowly, the poor, the marginalized, the foreigners, the outcasts.
Translation: You are leaders of God’s people. He sent me to invite you to His great banquet. You’ve rejected me, so I’m inviting others.
[Poke]
Jesus then surveys the room. Some of the powerful religious leaders have been following Jesus. They’ve been listening. Some have even tried to befriend Him. In yesterday’s chapter, it was they who warned Jesus that Herod wanted to kill him — begging Him not to proceed to Jerusalem.
I believe Jesus’ final words at the party are for them.
It’s decision time, gentlemen.
Time to fish, or cut bait.
They are riding the fence. They enjoy the pomp and prominence of their position. They live lives of relative ease. Their names are etched in the boxes at the top of the Temple org chart.
If you’re truly going to follow me, you have to give it all up.
Count the cost, gentlemen.
You can’t sip the Kingdom wine I offer and keep your seat at Herod’s table.
“Those of you who do not give up everything you have cannot be my disciples.”
[Poke]
If you follow the tension in the room. It leads somewhere.
It is Good Friday as I write this post. On this annual day to remember Jesus’ execution on a Roman cross, I’m reminded…
Jesus was resolute in walking toward suffering and death.
Jesus prodded His enemies, and provoked their actions against Him.
Still, He didn’t run.
He went to their houses for dinner. He sat in their midst.
He gave His enemies another chance…
to hear
to see
to choose
to follow
As Jesus hung on three nails between heaven and earth.
He was not a victim.
He was the Son of Man on a mission.
A suffering servant.
A sacrifice, once – for all.
For me.

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