Sermon

Sunday, September 6, 2009-

Stewardship

 

John and Jane Smith had two children, Bobby and Suzie.  They had a house and the typical expenses associated with it.  Both were very talented people, very accomplished in their fields, had no shortage of good job opportunities, but were also very lazy.  Because they were lazy to get full time jobs, and even lazier in keeping them, preferring to sleep in each morning and spend most of the day watching TV, they jumped around from job to job and never had enough money to cover their expenses.  When the bills came due at the end of the month, they were always short.  One month, they were short $500.  So Jane said, “I can bake cookies and Suzie can put up a stand in the yard and sell them.”  Now in order to make $500 on cookies, which Jane sold 2 cookies for $1, Jane had to make 2,000 cookies because she had to figure in the expense of making the cookies.  Suzie didn’t make any money for her time selling the cookies but she started falling behind in school because she didn’t have time to do her homework because she was busy running the cookie stand.

 

At the end of the month, there was still not enough money.  So John told Bobby, we’ll go out and mow some lawns so we can make some more money.  So, John pulled Bobby off his baseball team and they went out and mowed lawns together.  Bobby began to hate his father.

 

Despite the lawn mowing and cookie baking, there still wasn’t enough money.  So John and Jane put their heads together.  “Ah,” they said, “we have lots of friends, let’s have them over to dinner.  We’ll put on a lavish feast for them and we’ll charge them to eat here.”  “Wait a minute,” Jane said, “These are our friends, we can’t charge them to eat with us.”  John answered “you’re right, we can’t charge them.  We’ll put a basket at the end of the buffet table with a sign that says ‘donations’ and then in parenthesis ‘a minimum of $25 is ‘suggested’.’”  Jane said, “sounds good to me.”

 

The day for the feast came—lots of money was spent on food.  Lots of friends came and ate.  As they got to the end of the buffet line, and saw the basket, many of them looked awkwardly at each other—“I thought John and Jane had us over because we are friends, not too make money off of us” said one.  The others nodded in agreement.  But they felt guilty about not putting money in the basket and the food looked great.  When John and Jane counted the money from the donation basket, they were ecstatic.  “This was great,” John said, “let’s do another one next weekend.”  Jane said, “even better, we could put a donation basket in our driveway and then maybe our guests could put in a little something when they park their cars.”  So, the next weekend came, and half of the friends didn’t come, but the ones who did begrudgingly put money in both trays.   John and Jane were excited—they made the same amount of money and only had half the people to feed.  There was so much food leftover, they invited their friends to come back the next day.  Only a couple of friends showed up, but that didn’t deter John and Jane from putting out the collection basket in the driveway and on the buffet line—now their friends were paying twice to have the same food, no overhead, this was still a successful event.  The next weekend when they hosted another dinner, no one came.

 

Over time, Bobby and Suzie grew more distant from their parents.  Suzie flunked out of school and eventually ran away from home. She sent her parents a letter which read in part, “at a time when mom and I should have been having mother/daughter shopping trips, I was made to sell cookies to pay our bills.  And every time I needed a hug, all I got was another tray of cookies in my hand to sell.”  Bobby did end up going to college but not on the baseball scholarship he’d hoped to get.  As he left at 18, he said, “Mom and Dad, thanks for stealing my childhood, I don’t think I’ll be coming back any time soon.”  John blamed Jane for being hard on Suzie.  And Jane blamed John for being hard on Bobby.  Eventually they got a divorce.

 

How could this story have played out differently?  If only John and Jane could have kept  regular jobs that were constantly being offered to them, there would have been money to cover expenses.  Bobby could have gone to college on a baseball scholarship, Suzie would have gone to college too.  John and Jane could have had lots of friends over all the time to the house.  Instead they were left childless, friendless, divorced and penniless.

 

The story of John and Jane, Bobby and Suzie is quickly becoming the story of the Orthodox Church and how we support it.  When you know it costs money to run a church, to pay salaries, to operate ministries, to pay utilities, insurance etc., and we know how much it costs, we, as a community should bear this cost.  We are not poor people in this community—I see the cars, I’ve been to the homes, I go to the weddings, and I see the stewardship totals, and yet when we turn everything into a fundraiser, a money-making opportunity, when the church has its spiritual children working and selling instead of praying and growing, the children eventually become fed-up and leave.  Hence 60% of our young people leave the church when they go to college and they never return.  Others leave wondering if we worship the Almighty God or the almighty dollar.

 

This week marks my 5 year anniversary as the priest of this parish.  I love being a priest, and I love being the priest here. I’ve had ample opportunities to leave, including opportunities in my home state, but I stay here because of not only the tremendous growth of the past five years but the potential for even more growth and progress in the years to come.  However, my biggest frustration as a priest comes from events like last Sunday’s Parish Assembly meeting—I am thankful to those who donated over $10K towards repair of the roof. After we fix that, we’ve got a $30K repair job on the roof of the administration building, and probably another $20K for the skylights in the Kourmolis Center.  And that’s after we find $60K to meet our stewardship goal for the year. Perhaps we’ve not done a good job asking for help in making repairs to the roof and other things at the church. As someone said last Sunday, “you ask us Father and we will give.”  So, I’ve just asked for $110K but unlike the meeting I won’t ask for a show of hands to give it.  The problem with that is I don’t want to be like John in my story, so concerned with raising money that I miss out on the lives and needs of my spiritual children.  I also don’t want you, as my spiritual children, to think of your spiritual father as anything other than a kind and benevolent father. I don’t want you to ever think I carry a cross in one hand and a tray in the other. We regularly give updates on stewardship and we will start putting a list of needs in the Messenger.  I hope this will translate into needed income so that sermons can be about Christ and not fundraising.

 

I mentioned last Sunday that one of our kids from summer camp, a 17 year old girl from Pensacola, committed suicide last Saturday.  I went to her funeral and offered the eulogy, which I emailed to many of you—please take time to read it and send it to your children and their friends.  Suicide is reaching epidemic proportions in this country—it is the second leading cause of death among teenagers.  As I stood over the open casket, looking at this beautiful girl with the bruise over her right temple where the bullet went in, some things became crystal clear to me.

 

First, in my eulogy, I referenced a line in a movie I saw as a child, “It couldn’t happen here.”  This is the attitude that many of us take when it comes to certain things, like suicide, drugs, alcohol, etc.—It doesn’t happen to Greek kids, it doesn’t happen to Orthodox kids, it can’t happen to my kids.  It does.  It did.  It can.   

 

Second, we are in trouble—our Orthodox youth are leaving our church in droves.  And our youth, and our society in general are leaving morality and human decency in droves.  Their grounding is found in I-pods, text messaging, immodest dress, sports and parties.  And meanwhile, we had a meeting for three hours last Sunday about fixing a roof.  As someone said to me, “We raised some money.  We’re making positive steps forward.”  But the rate of societal moral deflation is quickly swallowing our progress.

 

This morning’s Gospel is a parable about stewardship, about a landowner who owned a vineyard, and set a hedge around it, and dug a wine press in it and built a tower, and let it out to tenants and went to a far country.  When the season of the fruit drew near, he sent his servants to the tenant to get the fruit; and the tenants took his servants and beat one, killed another, and stoned another.  Again he sent other servants, more than the first; and they did the same to them.  Afterward he sent his son to them, saying “they will respect my son.”  They ended up killing the son.   When the owner of the vineyard comes, what will he do to those tenants?  They said to him, “He will put those wretches to a miserable death, and let out the vineyard to other tenants who will give him the fruits in their seasons.” 

 

The Lord is the landowner.  The earth and everything on it is His vineyard.  We are the tenants.  We are not owners, we are tenants.  Currently we occupy the vineyard.  In 75 years for some, perhaps much less for others, the landowner will send his servants to collect the fruits we are supposed to be cultivating.  The vineyard includes not only our homes and our business, but it includes this church.  The fruit is not money—the fruit is ministry—living and spreading the Gospel of Jesus Christ.  That’s why when I met with the Philoptochos President and Vice-President the other day, I told them that Philoptochos should not be the fundraising arm of the church, but the ministerial right hand.  We should fund Philoptochos through our budget so that the work of Philoptochos is hands-on ministry to the sick, the bereaved and the poor, not just cookie baking to raise money.  There is nothing wrong with having a festival, but we should not do it under duress and we shouldn’t base our ability to operate our church on whether people will come and buy our food.  There is nothing wrong with having a Chrysanthemum Ball—this should also be an evening of fun and not duress.  The bottom line of a festival is about celebrating and sharing our food, faith and culture, not just making money.  And the point of our social events is to be social, not just raise money.  We spend so much time and effort to raise the money—most of us end up giving more anyway.  Why don’t we just give more money up front and have more time for faith, fellowship and fun?

 

I felt a little guilty at this funeral the other day to speak boldly about suicide and teenage morality.  Several parents told me later, “It had to be said, who else is going to say it, where else can be a better place than at the funeral of one of their own?”  Sadly, most of the teens were probably hearing but not listening.  They’ve probably already forgotten it at the Labor Day parties. 

 

Jesus said “The very stone which the builders rejected has become the head of the corner.”  On most days of my life, Jesus Christ is the cornerstone of my life.  That funeral the other day made me realize He better be at the head every day of my life.  Because there are lots of young people who are in serious trouble, and lots of older people too.  There are lots of temptations and distractions that can get any of us, myself included, into serious trouble.  And we need Jesus Christ to be the head of the corner.  Building on anything else is just going to make the foundation weak and ultimately unstable.  Yes, we come to church to feel good and I like to deliver messages that are positive.  But someone, some place, has to stand up for truth and be bold.  Someone has to say what needs to be said—we are losing our kids, and if we are not careful, we could lose our church.  It can happen here.

 

I should not have to be the fundraiser in this community.  And I’m not going to be.  I’m the parish priest.  My role is to further the message of the Gospel and help people.  The parish council are not the chief fundraisers either.  Their role is to ASSIST ME IN THE MINISTRIES of the church.  And each person’s role in the community is to be involved in the ministries of the church—to minister to the young, the old, the sick, the lost.  I’m not going to beg for money anymore.  No more two hour lunches where I try to get someone to make a donation for something.  No more expending of my time to raising money, not at the expense of losing the future of our church, which is not the building.  It is the people.

 

One more personal note on stewardship—When I heard that this young girl died, I knew right away that I’d go to the funeral.  I knew it was the right thing to do.  I started thinking how could I get to Pensacola—Driving would make this a two-day event and keep me away from my family and out of the office.  It would cost money for gas and hotel as well.  Flying to Pensacola is not cheap or convenient, especially on only two days notice.  I ended up spending $700 to fly because it was the right thing to do.  I helped my co-director out with his flight since he is a new priest and is paying off student loans and doesn’t have any money.  So, I’m out a lot of money, but not worried at all—Every time I have made an investment in doing the right thing, I have always gotten it back.  That’s why I wasn’t surprised when $700 showed up “anonymously” at my house this past Friday.  And I’m sure I’ll get the other $1,000 I spent on this back as well.  You never get burned for doing the right thing, especially when it comes to giving money to a worthy cause. 

 

Last weekend, one of the fruits in our vineyard cut herself off from the tree and died.  How many more will we lose like her?  How many more will be like Bobby and Suzy, and leave or run away from the family, never to come back, because we ignored their needs, because the church was about everything but the message of salvation in Jesus Christ?  How long will we be like John and Jane, not doing the important things with our children because we can’t do the right things ourselves? 

 

It couldn’t happen in our vineyard?  IT DOES.  IT DID.  IT CAN.  We need to fix the tower, repair the wine press, and trim the hedge, but we can’t ignore the fruit on the vine while we do it.  Because the landowner is not going to send His servants to inspect the tower, the wine press or the hedge.  The fruit is what we are responsible for.