It is not what goes into the mouth that defiles a person.
…even to eat with unwashed hands does not defile a person.
it is what comes out of the mouth that defiles. Matthew 15:11, 20.
As I go about my days meeting people around town, chatting with them about what’s going on in their lives, looking for the little opportunities God gives to speak a word of truth or hope, it’s surprising to note just how many are shocked – really shocked – to hear me, a priest, tell them that Christianity really isn’t about following rules.
It usually starts as we’re talking about the realities of life, the ups and downs, the real anger or sadness or disappointments we all feel. Then, the person lets a little word slip – you know, the sort of word you wouldn’t say to a priest – and then they catch themselves, turn red, look away, and apologize. …And I chuckle, say “don’t worry, I know those words too; go on, what were you saying?”.
Or, sometimes we get talking about life, and someone talks about the bad thing they did to get back at someone, and quickly looks up and follows with “oh, I’m really going to hell, aren’t I?”… to which I usually respond, “you know, that isn’t for me to decide, but confession is good for the soul”.
An Exercise in Missing the Point
While the churches and Sunday School classes of past generations were certainly fuller, we know God doesn’t look at the outward appearance, but instead tests a tree by its fruit. And, hard as it is to admit, the fruit of those full pews is a culture that was taught traditions, rules, and good manners instead of a life-changing faith that carries us through the ups and downs of life.
One way or another, and in spite of the good work done by many faithful people, we’ve gotten to a place where the 95% of people who aren’t in church this morning think that we’re here to congratulate ourselves on being people who engage in the right activities and hang out with the right friends; on being people who are seen and not heard; on being people content to live a quiet, perfect, traditional life.
Unfair and incorrect as it is, if you ask anyone not here today what Christianity is all about – even if you ask some on our parish list who we only see at Christmas — you’ll hear “it’s about being good and following the rules or you’ll go to hell”. And then, more often than not, I’ll hear some version of why they can’t go to church because they’re a sinner: it starts with a joke like “oh, if I showed up the roof would fall in”, or “I’d be struck down if I walked in”. But, under that chuckle lies the twisted version of the Gospel that they picked up along the way: church is for good people who did the right things.
That, for those outside these walls, is the lesson that they and their parents took home from Sunday School years ago.
The heartbreaking thing, though, is that they literally couldn’t be more wrong.
But… that’s not the way it’s been done!
In the Gospel today, continuing our readings through Matthew 14 and 15, we see Jesus once again out teaching and healing the people. And we’ve got to remember – because it’s a huge point – that he’s decidedly not doing this in the temple, the place where you can only go if you’re ceremonially clean and ritually pure; he’s not even doing this in the synagogue, where all the good, righteous, upstanding citizens gather to pray and hear the scriptures. No, the Son of God Himself is out in the countryside with the farmers and the butchers and the salty fishermen. God Himself is out speaking face-to-face with those who haven’t dared to step foot into a religious building except for a wedding or funeral; God Himself is answering the calls of those outcast foreigners who would never be welcome; God Himself is found ministering to those who his own ministers think are just too far gone to be worth their time.
And here, as word travels that Jesus fed the crowd on the other side of the lake, as word travels that Jesus is offering forgiveness and healing to those who grab at the hem of his cloak, or to those who, like dogs at the table, are longing for even just a crumb of God’s blessing; here, on the outskirts of that crowd, we see the familiar faces of the good old religious people, those who were raised with the right teachers, those who know the commandments – and have memorized every possible exception to weasel themselves out of keeping them.
Here, on the outskirts of this great crowd being forgiven, being healed, being ministered to by God Himself, the religious people are shocked. It’s not the healings or the forgiveness of sins, or the poor, broken people who are being lifted up and given a second chance that shocks them. No. ‘Can you believe it? It’s absolutely scandalous,’ they say. Jesus’ followers ate bread without the ritual pouring of water from a cup! ‘Quick! Call the elders!’
Now the Jewish purity rules required every good, religious person to ceremonially pour water over their hands any time they were going to eat a meal containing bread; there was really no excuse as long as you were within 4 miles of a water source.
“Well, that’s it”, I imagine these on-lookers mumble to themselves. “It’s bad enough this man pays these people any attention at all – but look, his own followers don’t even keep the good, old rules our parents and teachers taught us.” I imagine they whisper amongst themselves, until one of them, totally indignant that a religious teacher (let alone God Himself) could be so careless about the old traditions, finally speaks up.
…and the response from Jesus is earth-shattering.
It is not what goes in that defiles a person.
…even to eat with unwashed hands does not defile a person.
it is what comes out that defiles.
All the good practices, all the rule-keeping, all the righteous living in the world doesn’t make you pure or impure, righteous or unrighteous.
No, to really make the point, Jesus goes even further in verse 17: these outward signs of religion are like food. Yeah, maybe it’s great when it enters the mouth but, Jesus says, “it goes from there to the stomach, and from there straight to the sewer”.
No, all the spiritual or religious practices in the world, by themselves, purify you as much as what you find in the sewer. “What defiles you”, Jesus says, “is what proceeds out from the heart.” Verse 19: all the ritual purity, all the good manners, all the charity, all the right living and good citizenship in the world is worthless if, in our hearts, we find evil intentions, hatred, revenge, lust in all of its forms, lies or half-truths, gossip meant to undermine or put down another, or the hoarding of money or food or possessions while others go without.
You can go to church every day, you can wear your Bible out, you can write a cheque every week, you can wear down the floor by your bed from kneeling to pray but, Jesus says, if you think those outward practices, by themselves, are going to make you pure, or righteous, or holy, then you’ve totally missed the point.
Holiness starts with the heart.
God’s Law, following God’s commandments, doesn’t make us holy.
No, it’s the opposite. We’re made holy when we cry out to God for help, when we accept that help, that healing, and that forgiveness.
And then it’s that holiness, that grace, that gift from God that empowers us from within to try and live, day by day, as God commands. And it’s that same gift, that same grace, that invites us to acknowledge when we fall short, to own up to our mistakes, and like a crippled beggar being lifted up in Jesus’ name, to accept another chance for the gift of holiness within to spill out into a holy life.
…and yet, the message learned by the world around us, perhaps even the message we hear whispered inside our own heads from time to time, is that “I’m not holy enough to go to church.” “I’m not good enough to be a church person… and you wouldn’t want someone like me anyway”.
Jesus doesn’t stand on the outskirts with the Pharisees. No. Jesus, God Himself, is in the middle of the broken, tired, lonely, guilty, unclean crowd, not to look down his nose, and certainly not to bless their mess, but to lift them up, to call them up higher, to replace the heart of stone with a heart of flesh, to put the gift of holiness, of forgiveness, into those weak hearts so the gift of holiness may seep outward into a changed life. It just doesn’t work the other way; to paraphrase the Lord, outward practices with a heart of stone are as valuable as last night’s steak dinner once it’s in the sewer.
There’s work to be done.
The world around us – and, perhaps, many of us – learned it backwards. For generations Sunday School taught manners and good behaviour first, in the hopes that faith, holiness, and heaven would follow, if only we followed the rules to make God happy. That’s what the Pharisees taught.
The good news – the message each of us is supposed to bring to the world – is that none of us keep God’s Law, none of us live as we ought. Our message for the world is that none of us are good enough, and none of us ever will be. None of us are worthy to come in those doors. None of us has any right to approach the Lord’s Table. None of us has any right to stand and boldly claim that God is ‘our’ Father.
But, though we’re unworthy, God Himself came to be among us; God Himself reaches out and, if we go against everything the world tells us and simply acknowledge that we don’t have it all together, that we can’t do it on our own, God’s own gift of holiness begins to transform us – not from the outside, but from the inside out, as that spark of holiness within urges us to live as God commands as we start to follow Christ.
And this is crucial.
I speak to people every week who tell me that they can’t come because they’re not good enough. But that’s only half right. No, they’re not good enough to be here. No, you’re not good enough to be here. No, I’m certainly not good enough to stand here and minister in the name of God. But that’s the point. The Church is a hospital for sinners, not a museum for saints. We’re here because we’ll never be good enough on our own to stand before a righteous God. We’re here because Jesus reaches out and calls us in, not because the work in our lives is done, but because we acknowledge, in every service, that we have fallen short, that we have done and left undone, that we have missed the mark in thought, word, and deed. None of us deserve to be here; but God reached out to meet us where we were, washed us, clothed us, and invited us not to gather up crumbs like a dog, but to sit at the table as a son or daughter.
But most importantly, Jesus still goes out to meet the broken, tired, lonely, dirty, unclean world. It’s not his human body that’s sent to do that work. No, it’s us, His Body the Church, that is sent with that earth-shattering message: no, you’re not good enough; none of us are good enough, and no rules or practices will ever get us there on our own. But come, unworthy as we are, and know the healing, the mercy, and forgiveness of being transformed from the inside out.
That’s our message. And like those first followers, we have to get off the sidelines and get our hands dirty. After all, dirty hands don’t defile you. God looks at what’s in the heart.
 This comes from the Halakha. The custom was known as mayim rishonim (first waters). Maimonides codified the detailed rules about seeking water from up to 4 miles in the direction of travel, or 1 mile in the opposite direction.
 It’s well established that “theft” in the Old Covenant isn’t limited to the taking of another’s property but includes the omission of oblations and alms. God is robbed when the tithe isn’t presented; the poor are robbed when the gleanings from the edges of the field aren’t left for them.
 With apologies to any Lutherans loving Luther’s supposed/mythical “snow covered dung” analogy. This puts me at a middle ground between both hard-line imputed and infused righteousness.