Preached by Michael Cheuk, March 25, 2007
Fifth Sunday in Lent, Year C
John 12:1-8 Six days before the Passover, Jesus arrived at 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.”
When I was a kid, whenever I saw a boy and a girl being lovey dovey with each other, I would always think, “Eww . . . gross!” When I was in high school, I knew of dating couples in my youth group who were almost fused together . . . and my youth group leader would shout, “Hey, No PDA! No public display of affection allowed!” Now with the coming of spring, along with the blooming of flowers, we witness the blooming of love. We see couples walking around campus, around town–some innocently holding hands, arms around each other, perhaps stealing a kiss, while others you would do better just turning your head the other way and not see what’s going on. My childhood aversion to PDA has been passed down to my kids. So now when Thea and Wesley see Beth and me kiss or hug, they would scream out, “No kissy, no kissy!” as they try to break us apart. Wesley goes so far as to issue this threat: “If you kiss, I’m going to call the cops!” You’d think from Wesley’s rantings that there’s something illegal about showing affection for your spouse. Although, I have to agree, there is something unseemly about extreme public displays of affection, something uncomfortable about wearing your heart too much on your sleeve, something nauseating about Tom Cruise jumping up and down on Oprah’s couch declaring his love for Katie Holmes. Read the rest of this entry »
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