Sixteenth Sunday After Pentecost (A/RCL)
Romans 13.8-14
Holy Trinity, Manasquan
To me, the greatest horror left behind in Hurricane Katrina’s path was not leveled homes, destroyed bridges or even lost lives. It was “man’s inhumanity to man,” the looting, yes, but even more so the sniping at rescue helicopters and rescuers themselves. There was something totally chilling about those scenarios, something wrong, out-of-sync, evil.
“You
shall not murder” is the fifth commandment.
It is mentioned by
Then I entered seminary, read The Small Catechism and heard Martin Luther echoing my sentiments. Listen to his explanation of the fifth commandment, “You shall not murder.”
What is this?
Answer: We are to fear and
love God, so that we neither endanger nor harm the lives of our neighbors, but
instead help and support them in all of life’s needs.
It’s not enough that we refrain from shooting at rescue helicopters and at each other. We must have the heart of rescuers who put their lives on the line for folks whose names they don’t know, who recognize all people as “kin,” embracing them as part of the same race, the human race.
The first line of today’s epistle is:
Owe no one
anything, except to love one another…. (
The translation of that verse in The Message is:
Don’t run up debts, except for the huge debt of love you owe each other.
Don’t run up debts, except for the huge debt of love you owe each other.
The only way to make good on the debt of love is to love. There is no substitute currency for paying it off. And we need to realize we never will “pay it off,” because the debt is too enormous. We can’t declare emotional bankruptcy either, hoping the debt will be forgiven. The debt of our sins is forgiven, but the debt of love never will be paid.
You see, the one we really
owe the debt to is our God, not our neighbor.
But the finest way of loving God is to love our neighbor, in whom
God resides. God doesn’t need anything
material, touchable, tastable, smellable, from
us. But the people in
This epistle begs for me to point out the obvious: love is more action than emotion. Here’s how one Bible commentator puts it:
…[T]he
word “love” has undergone [perversion] in our society… The problem is that the
word “love” has been so captured by
What Paul and the rest of the New Testament mean by love therefore centers not on emotions but on actions. To love someone is actively to promote that person’s good. To be commanded to love one’s enemy means that one is commanded to work for that person’s good, not harm. To love an enemy therefore does not mean primarily to change one’s emotional state toward that person so much as it means to do good for that enemy, regardless of what one’s emotional response to that person may happen to be. Love acts for the good of another. That is the love Paul speaks of here, and that is the love that fulfills the law.
(Interpretation, Romans, pp. 208-09)
“Don’t run up debts, except for the huge debt of love you owe each other.” Love in deeds, not just in words. When I was an undergraduate at Notre Dame, one of the priests wrote a book about marriage. On the face of it, one might question his credentials to do that. But I have to say, he got it right. Thirty years later, I remember a piece of advice he offered his male readers. It was something along these lines: “Don’t forget you can also make love to your wife by cleaning the bathtub or getting up in the middle of the night to clean up after your child who has just thrown up.”
Samuel Johnson knew that love is more than the absence of malice, more than not shooting at rescuers. He said:
“To do no harm is the praise of a stone, not a man.”
Of course we shouldn’t draw blood by popping someone in the nose, but if we’re able shouldn’t we actually give blood so that someone may live? “Don’t run up debts, except for the huge debt of love you owe each other.” My dad used to give blood regularly; he’s now 89 and no longer able to donate. I remember marveling once at how many units he had donated and saying to him, “But you don’t really mind donating, do you?” And he confessed that he dreaded giving, each and every time.
I’m blessed to know why he gave anyway. After my mother’s death from leukemia I found a newspaper clipping among her things, a letter she had written to the local newspaper editor, thanking the first aid squad for transporting her to the hospital during a crisis, and also thanking all who had donated blood in her name. My mom was only sick for nine months before she died, so I can’t imagine she received all that many pints of blood along the way. But in order to whittle away his debt of gratitude, my dad donated gallons of blood over the next thirty years. When I turned 18 I jumped on the wagon train, too, continuing the family tradition, chipping away at the huge debt of love that we owe.
Hear this: it is not enough to do no harm. We must be of some earthly good, not in a futile attempt to earn the salvation that has already been won for us, but in response to God’s goodness to us, the gift of Jesus’ blood, shed on the cross. We are forever and joyfully indebted. Amen
Pastor Mary Virginia Olson