Chrism. An anointing. The parable of the Ten Virgins. Covenant renewals. All of these things are tied together in history with the rich scarlet thread of Holy Tuesday, or Great Tuesday. Just a few days ago, we were waving palm branches and shouting “hosannas” in the sanctuary. The day was a paradoxical reprieve from the solemnity of Lent. Christ is the Messiah, Chosen One. The Savior we demanded, though perhaps not the one we were expecting or even wanting. We celebrated en masse, with a kind of special abandon we tend to reserve for our Christian gatherings. Now we move into the depths of Holy Week, retelling the riddle-stories Christ told, meditating on the veil that seems to grow thinner with each day, embracing the sobriety of this particular journey.
The theme for this day centers on the parable of the Ten Virgins from Matthew 25.1-13.
God’s kingdom is like ten young virgins who took oil lamps and went out to greet the bridegroom. Five were silly and five were smart. The silly virgins took lamps, but no extra oil. The smart virgins took jars of oil to feed their lamps. The bridegroom didn’t show up when they expected him, and they all fell asleep. In the middle of the night someone yelled out, ‘He’s here! The bridegroom’s here! Go out and greet him!’ The ten virgins got up and got their lamps ready. The silly virgins said to the smart ones, ‘Our lamps are going out; lend us some of your oil.’ They answered, ‘There might not be enough to go around; go buy your own.’ They did, but while they were out buying oil, the bridegroom arrived. When everyone who was there to greet him had gone into the wedding feast, the door was locked. Much later, the other virgins, the silly ones, showed up and knocked on the door, saying, ‘Master, we’re here. Let us in.’ He answered, ‘Do I know you? I don’t think I know you.’ So stay alert. You have no idea when he might arrive.
This story always confounded me. And what did it have to do with Holy Week? The easy and obvious answer: the oil representing my good works. My morality. My separateness so that I was ready for the second coming of Christ. But… Jesus never acquiesced to the obvious and easy.
So, here we are, three days into Holy Week, meditating on this story, wanting to be one of the five who were prepared (but, if you grew up like I did, you were also guiltily and secretly dreading the dullness that role might entail). Yet here, on the cusp of one of the most mystical and magical events in all of time, the story opens itself up to us. The element: oil. Oil symbolizing engagedness, awareness, life-stewardship, wonder turned into grateful response, beauty, soul. Nobel Peace Prize Winner Elie Wiesel said:
The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it’s indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it’s indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it’s indifference.
My guess – the five lazy virgins weren’t immoral, or bad, or indulgent. They were indifferent. The practice: anointing. Anointing the sick, the soon-to-be baptized, the priests and shepherds of the people, anointing a world in the birth pains of an “on earth as it is in heaven” age, the seemingly ordinary moments of real life.
What does this story and these practices mean for us? What does it mean for our worship? No easy answer (ah, Jesus would be so proud) but one thing to consider: we don’t just curate pieces of liturgy or songs or images. We curate a collective anticipation of the kingdom. In doing so, we gather our jars of oil. And then we engage with all of our being – our imaginations, our bodies, our service, our wealth, our relationships, our time, our words, our paradoxical lives. This is our anointing on the Church. And on the world.
How do you intend to engage with this Holy Week? How does the image of anointing the world with your soul and the in-breaking kingdom inspire your worship?
The pervasive breath of GOD breathe on you as you act as story-teller and image-bearer this week.
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