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Why do we “kill” our prophets?
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Keeping your Head in the Clouds
|21 February, 2016||Lent 2||By Rev Dr Christopher Page|
I remember some years ago seeing the engaging title of Geoffrey Serle’s book, From Deserts the Prophets Come. The book is essentially an analysis of the creative spirit in the arts in Australia from 1788 until 1972. It wasn’t the content of the book I remember, having read it in my University days, but it was the title. There is of course a Biblical allusion here. We know from the Biblical narrative that the prophet John the Baptist came from the desert to declare his radical message. Serle uses this allusion to suggest that the artistic Australian prophets come from the desert, from the wilderness as outsiders, either literally or metaphorically.
Like many cultures we have an ambivalent relationship with those we call prophets. By their very nature a prophet is at best a disturber and at worst a trouble-maker. Most of us value a more settled life. Settled, that is, if we are at the top of the pile or at least on the way up. Our problem with the prophet is that he or she tends to speak for the dispossessed and disenfranchised in society. They come from the desert, the wilderness, because they often have a vision of life that is contrary to the status quo and not usually welcomed in polite company.
In this sense Jesus was a prophet. The religious hierarchy had little time for him and his teachings about love, justice, mercy and forgiveness and he caused a disturbance whenever he spoke. He gave those who had little the hope that they may have more; those who were powerless that they might have not just political power but the spiritual power to change their lives and their communities. In the ancient world prophets were easily dealt with: they were killed. Oh! Jerusalem, Jerusalem, the city that kills the prophets and stones those who are sent to it! records the Gospel of Matthew.
Today perhaps we, at least in our society, don’t so much as kill prophets as find other ways of silencing them. And there are prophets around us today. They are those who speak of a particular vision of the world that we do well to listen to. The ancient role of the prophet was twofold. First, they were “forth-tellers.” That is, they could name the injustices that plagued the society of the day. Perhaps the best examples of these “forth-tellers” are found among the prophets Hosea, Micah, Amos and Joel, just to name a few. They each put their lives on the line by “speaking truth to power.” 1
I know there are prophets in our world today. Their unique insight can reveal the underbelly of our way of life. A way of life which may have been built on the suffering of others. And many of us don’t like to hear it! But the true prophet is the person who sees a way forward and becomes a harbinger, a herald of hope. And that is the second element of the prophet. They are “fore-tellers” of a future most of us can not yet see.
Jerusalem our Town
Jesus was not from Jerusalem. He grew up in Nazareth, and much of his ministry was spent in northern Palestine in and around the town of Capernaum and the lake of Galilee. Nevertheless, Jerusalem is central to the Jesus story. The city was well known to be the centre of political and religious power in the Palestine of Jesus’ day. Matthew records the words of Jesus:
Oh! Jerusalem, Jerusalem, the city that kills the prophets and stones those who are sent to it! How often have I desired to gather your children together as a hen gathers her brood under her wings, and you were not willing…For I tell you, you will not see me until the time comes when you say, ‘Blessed is the one who comes in the name of the Lord’.
And this is what is most engaging about Jesus, that is, he was a sage, a wisdom teacher, a prophet, perhaps even a mystic who fore-saw a new way of being in the world. He named it the Kingdom of God and Jerusalem was its symbolic centre. Even today, almost 2,000 years after the time of Jesus, Jerusalem remains a symbolic and spiritual centre of the world. Of course there are many other places that have great spiritual and religious significance, but Jerusalem, a much divided city, captures the imagination of the spiritual seeker. The city can boast of being the central hub to three religions, Judaism, Christianity and Islam. While all of these faiths obviously express their devotion differently, they nevertheless claim a symbolic connection to Jerusalem.
I visited Jerusalem in 2007. I often wish I had gone earlier in my ministry. Those who have been there will know that it is a deeply divided city. The old city has four quarters: Jewish, Islamic, Armenian and Christian. Someone said to me in Jerusalem, “We don’t live together here, we merely co-exist.” Another person, a speaker at a conference on Israel and Palestine, says, “When people arrive in Jerusalem they say they could write a book about how to solve the problems that exist among these peoples. After a week perhaps a chapter; after a month maybe a sentence and after 6 months just a word. And that word is Shalom, Salam, Pax, which means of course “Peace”.
If Jesus is a “fore-teller” of the future, is he speaking to the world today when he says, “Jerusalem, Jerusalem…how often have I desired to gather your children together as a hen gathers her brood under her wings”? It has been said that when there is peace in Jerusalem there will be peace in the world. I am not so sure how literally one should take that, but I do know that where inhabitants of a city or a country learn how to live together; to be good neighbours and not just “co-exist,” the environment is created for peace and even perhaps the reign of God.
There are prophets calling for peace in Jerusalem. One of them was the great Syrian poet Nizar Tawfiq Qabbani. 2 He wrote:
Jerusalem! My Love, My Town
I wept until my tears were dry, I prayed until the candles flickered
I knelt until the floor creaked, I asked about Mohammed and Christ
Oh Jerusalem, the fragrance of prophets.
The shortest path between earth and sky.
Oh Jerusalem, the citadel of laws, a beautiful child with fingers charred and downcast eyes
You are the shady oasis passed by the Prophet. Your streets are melancholy
Your minarets are mourning. You, the young maiden dressed in black. Who rings the bells at the Nativity Church on Sunday morning? Who brings toys for the children on Christmas Eve?
Oh Jerusalem, the city of sorrow, a big tear wandering in the eye.
Who will halt the aggression on you, the pearl of religions?
Who will wash your bloody walls?
Who will safeguard the Bible? Who will rescue the Quran?
Who will save Christ, from those who have killed Christ?
Who will save man? Oh Jerusalem my town. Oh Jerusalem my love.
Tomorrow the lemon trees will blossom and the olive trees will rejoice.
Your eyes will dance. The migrant pigeons will return to your sacred roofs and your children will play again
And fathers and sons will meet on your rosy hills.
My town. The town of peace and olives.
― Nizar Qabban
May we all have courage enough to follow the great prophet of peace, Jesus of Nazareth.