Matthew 21:1-11
Depeche Mode has a new album. Some of you are asking “Depeche who?,” while others are thinking “Wait, didn’t one of those guys die recently?”
The answer to the second question is yes. Andy Fletcher, one of the founding members on the band’s first album in 1981, died of natural causes last May. But the two remaining members are still making music.
As to the first and probably more common response, “Depeche Who?,” you might remember them for their first big hit, “People Are People,” or for their controversial 1989 hit, “Personal Jesus,” though it was mostly controversial with people who just like controversy.
And it is this last song that comes back to me again and again with its thumping beat, for while the song is not really about the bizarre consumerist theology of personal salvation, it is an absolute fact that people create a version of Jesus that fits their own preconceptions and needs.
Though I’m sure some of our megachurch pastors and billionaire business owners would prefer Concierge Jesus.
Today is one of those days in the church year when Jesus becomes exactly this sort of screen onto which we project our own desires. For those who desperately need the world to fit into neat little cognitive boxes, who require easy answers, today is part in a divine script, a melodrama where humans are puppets or props as Yahweh acts out a ritual of slaughter and salvation through the second person of the Trinity. This is the Jesus where Fluffy and Grandpa meet us at the Pearly Gates, comforting, though at the cost of turning God into a monster.
Those with power and privilege want today to be about Jesus as a king, hoping that they might borrow a little of that luster, divine right or exceptionalism or earned grace, but that’s just old news, for the privileged and powerful have always claimed divine sanction, just as they were doing in Jerusalem as the rabbi from Galilee rode into town.
Folks like me, who see Jesus as a religious reformer or revolutionary, highlight the ways this entry into Jerusalem provided a contrast bordering on parody of the Roman prefect’s annual entry into Jerusalem for Passover, a time of year when religious and nationalist fervor meant rebellion was a real possibility.
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