As one who walks around in a
long robe once a week and sits up front in the sanctuary and at the head of the
pot luck table and is often greeted in public with a nod and a “Morning,
Father” I must admit there is some truth to Jesus’ description of “pastored up”
pride. The designation (in some Lutheran circles) of “Herr Pastor” did occur without cause. That being said there is also a great sense of humility
that comes from being “a steward of the mysteries of God” by bearing the
burdens of God’s people “not because you must but because you are willing”
(ordination vows) because no one takes those vows without repeating the refrain
“…and I ask God to help me”. The only help (and hope) of the poor widow comes
from God as she is neglected by the institution that required her copper coins
(the temple tax) even though support for widows and orphans and the poor and
"the sojourner in your midst" was required of the institution as a
reminder that “once you were slaves in the land of Egypt”. Maybe the greater
condemnation received by the outwardly pious and proud is that when the doors
of the banquet of the future are closed to them the widow at the head table
will ask Jesus to let them sit next to her. And maybe Jesus will ask, “are you
sure?” And she’ll say, “Yes, and I ask God to help me.”
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