Sermon for the Second Sunday in Lent, 10:30am service
“Have mercy on me, O Lord”
An appropriate text, I suppose, for anyone about to preach!
Dust and ashes, temptations, heartfelt desire. Such are the strong images that are before us in the early days of Lent. The dust of creation and of our common mortality and the ashes of repentance on Ash Wednesday, the temptations that challenge the truth of very being and belong to the disorders of our hearts on the First Sunday in Lent, all these raise important religious and philosophical question about human desire, “for where your treasure is, there will your heart be also” (Mt. 6. 21). Unlike the Buddhist annihilation of desire, Lent seeks the redemption of desire. Nowhere, perhaps, is that seen more wonderfully and powerfully in this Gospel story for the Second Sunday in Lent. “Have mercy on me, O Lord, thou Son of David,” the Canaanite woman cries unto Jesus.
It is the recurring refrain of the Lenten season and so, too, of the pilgrimage of our lives, echoed in the liturgy of the Church: “Kyrie Eleison” – “Lord, have mercy upon us.” Is it about groveling and wallowing in self-pity? Is it about a sense of self-denigration and self-degradation – putting ourselves down, making ourselves feel miserable, the proverbial beating up on ourselves? No, emphatically no. For such things are, to be rigorously truthful, all about pride – the pride which cuts us off from truth, the truth of God and the truth about ourselves both in terms of our God-given capacities and potentialities and our all too real sins and wickednesses. We are too much with ourselves.