So
– the referendum’s over. But the conversation’s just begun.
And
underneath all the posturing and politicking of the past few months, all the
debate and discussion, it seems to me there are two basic questions we’ve been
asking ourselves. What kind of nation are we, and what kind of nation do we
want to be?
One
question looks backwards to our history – to the tectonic forces of religion,
politics, geography and culture that have helped shape the peoples of Scotland
as they are today.
And
the other question looks forward, recognising that perhaps more than ever, though our future's unclear, it's there to be shaped and owned.
And
the scale and intensity of the debate has reached far beyond these shores;
suddenly the hegemony of Westminster is being challenged, even by those in
favour of the Union. And many in England are beginning to argue for a more
representative, de-centralised government that recognises regional differences
and is less deferential to the money boys who run the city of London.
But
talk is talk. What matters now is what our politicians can deliver.
And
as I said last week. whatever our political leanings, the Kingdom that should
matter most to a Christian isn’t the kingdom of Scotland or the United Kingdom
of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. It’s the Kingdom we pray for each and
every week as we say the Lord’s Prayer together – Thy Kingdom Come, thy will be
done on earth as it is in heaven.
But
what does that Kingdom look like, we might ask?
Well
over several chapters in Matthew’s gospel, Jesus spells that out in a series of
Kingdom parables, and today’s gospel reading is one of them – the parable of
the workers in the vineyard.
And
two things come through very clearly from this story: the Kingdom of heaven is
about grace, and it’s also about proportion.
Jesus
says the kingdom of heaven is like a landowner who went out early in the day to
hire some men to work for him. The working day started at 6am with the sunrise,
so he goes and picks up the early birds from the town square, strikes a deal
with them, and carts them off to start harvesting.
They
need to be quick about it because once the rains come, the harvest can spoil
quickly, so during the day the owner keeps tabs on how things are going, and he
ends up making several trips back to the town square to pick up some more
recruits.
Finally,
at five o’clock, he heads back down to the square one last time to round up the
last stragglers looking for work, even though there’s only an hour left of the
working day.
And
when the time comes for payment, the motley crew who’d only been there for an
hour step up to get their wages and can’t quite believe their luck when they’re
given a day’s pay for an hours work.
The
early birds, of course, are rubbing their hands and doing the sums. They’ve
been there 12 hours, so they should be due 12 times as much.
But
no – they also get a denarius – the standard pay for a day’s work.
And
as you can imagine – they’re not best pleased. Who would be? It doesn’t seem
fair.
If
I were one of the early birds, I’d be pretty hacked off. And I’m pretty sure
you would have been hacked off too.
But
the landowner, who stands for God, is having none of it. “You got what we agreed”, he said. “What’s the problem? Are you giving
me a hard time for being generous with my own money? Isn’t it mine to do what I
want with it?”
And
so – says Jesus – those who are first will be last, and the last will be first.
This – he says – is what the Kingdom of heaven is like.
So
what do we make of this tale.
Well,
firstly, I think it’s important to say I’m not suggesting that this becomes
Scotland’s new economic policy. I’m pretty sure there must be something in EU
working directives about it, and you wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of the
fruit-pickers union.
The
parable’s not really about agrarian economics. It’s about the generosity of
God. And isn’t it interesting how God’s generosity gets our backs up. Every
bone in our body sides with the early birds and screams ‘this isn’t fair’.
But
let’s think about that word ‘fair’ for a moment.
Did
anyone in this story get less than they deserved?
No
– everyone got at least what they were owed. The problems arose because a small
number got far more than they were owed.
The
early birds had been happy to work for a denarius – that’s what they’d agreed
to. A denarius only became “unfair” when others – who’d worked less- were paid
the same, simply because the owner wanted to be generous towards them.
‘That’s
not fair’ say the early birds.
But
that concept of fairness is as slippery as a bar of soap.
For
one thing, isn’t it strange how we’re quick to complain when we think we’ve
been treated unfairly. We’re not nearly as quick to notice when others are
being treated unfairly.
Take
a look at the men gathering in the square that morning, looking for work. Some
young and healthy with lots to offer – they were the ones who always got chosen.
But
what about the others who rarely got picked, because of age, health, disability
or reputation. Did they have families to feed too? Did anyone argue that in the
interests of fairness, they should be prioritised now and again so their
families didn’t starve?
It
strikes me that’s exactly why the landowner gives them a denarius for their
hours work. He was being gracious to them because they needed it. No DSS in
those days. No safety net. If you couldn’t find work, your family didn’t eat.
End of.
And
in our societies there will always be those who are needing a little more help
and a little more care. I’m not talking about the professional unemployed who
say they’ve no money but seem to to spend a good part of the day at the pub or
at the bookies. I know these folk exist, though there’s not as many of them as
the Daily Mail might like us to believe.
No,
I’m talking about genuine folk who struggle to break out of poverty, because
they can’t get a job that pays enough to significantly improve their lives.
Some can’t find work because of their age, or disability or life circumstances;
others are trapped in low paid jobs with little or no prospect of betterment.
It
was Ghandi who once said that “A nation’s
greatness is measured by how it treats its weakest members”. And he’s
talking about grace. The grace to help those who need help and struggle to help
themselves.
So
how are we doing, on that front in Scotland?
Well, there’s been
a lot of talk in the referendum about Scotland’s egalitarianism and how different
we are from the rest of the UK in that respect. But the plain truth is that Scotland, at the present moment, is one of
the most unequal societies in the developed world.
According to a recent Oxfam report, the
wealthiest 10% of Scottish households are 273 times richer than the poorest 10%
of Scottish households. We’re in the top 20 world economies, and yet somehow 20%
of Scotland’s children are still living in poverty in 2014.
The
average annual salary in the UK is £26,000 and the UK prime minister, with all
the pressures that he or she deals with, earns £142,00. The average salary of
the chief executives of the FTSE 100 companies is in the region of £4.4million.
200 times the average salary and 30 times what the Prime Minister of the
country earns. Do these guys work 30 times harder than the PM, or carry 30
times the responsibility that he carries?
How
can we begin to talk about fairness when things are out of proportion to that
degree?
We
laugh when we read about professional footballers taking the huff because
they’re only being paid £100,000 a week when the guy at the next club is
earning £200,000. What planet are they on, we think!
But
it’s a lot closer to home than that!
I
heard a colleague talk about this a few months back. He’d moved from one of the
big independent city centre churches in Aberdeen to plant a new church in
Seaton based round a food bank. He was saying that the first real pastoral issue
he had to deal with in his original church was a couple that weren’t getting on.
The husband had been offered a new job that paid better money, but it was going
to mean even more time away from the wife and kids. He was keen to take it, the
wife wasn’t happy about it.
In
the job he was leaving, he was earning £1500 a day.
What’s
happened to that guy? What’s happened to him that £1500 a day isn’t enough?
It
seems to me, he’s completely lost his sense of proportion. Just like the
vineyard workers lost theirs when they expected 12 days pay for 12 hours work.
I
saw a poster the other day on Facebook which came as a wee reality check. It showed three African women struggling along a roadside with massive bundles of sticks on their backs and it said:
“If
wealth was the inevitable result of hard work and enterprise every woman in
Africa would be a millionaire”.
We
assume that our hard work entitles us to a certain standard of living, whether
that’s £26,000 or £260,000 or £2.6
million a year. We forget that there are folk all over the world working far longer
and harder than we ever will, and still struggling to feed their families and
keep them alive.
We
need to recover a sense of proportion about our place in the world. And about
what makes for a good and fulfilling life – because it’s not all about money,
despite all the economic arguments that have been raging back and forwards over
the referendum.
Professor
Mark Anielski, author of The Economics of Happiness, writes -
“Most of us would define genuine
wealth in terms of the conditions of our relationships…the social cohesion of
our neighbourhoods and the quality of our children’s play. We wouldn’t tend to
measure wealth in terms of our military spending, war, the development of
prisons, the cutting down of ancient forests, or increases in the [stock
market]”
I
think he’s absolutely right – and I think Scotland now has an opportunity to
lead the way in rethinking what kind of nation we want to be, and where our
wealth really lies.
In
this crazy, imbalanced, radically unfair world that we live in – can we
rediscover a sense of proportion about things and live accordingly? Can we find
it within ourselves – as a nation and as individuals - not simply to be fair to
the other, but to be gracious – when circumstances demand it?
Grace,
wherever you find it, always seems to provoke one of two reactions – anger, or
stunned incredulity. People just don’t expect it. That’s all part of the fun.
Towards
the end of a presentation called The Gods Aren’t Angry, the writer and pastor
Rob Bell tells story after story of people he knows demonstrating grace.
One
woman called Mary was sitting on her front porch when she saw a lady pushing a
shopping trolley down the road filled with all kinds of household goods. The
same lady passed again half an hour later, with another trolleyload of stuff.
Mary
stopped her and asked her what she was doing and she said she was moving house
this way because she didn’t have a car to shift all her stuff.
Straightaway,
Mary said – can’t have that – borrow my car. (can do that in the states –
insurance different!).
Woman
came back a few hours later, reached her the keys and said – nobody has ever
trusted me like that before.
And
you don’t have to look too far in our own community to find that kind of thing
happening. People giving up time and effort to help others, within and without
the church.
Many
ways we do that already, but I found myself thinking of food angels – a group
of women cooking meals and taking them to help out folk who need a bit of extra
support – new mums, folk just home from hospital and so on.
Recently
we’ve helped out some folk who’ve got no connection with the church. And they
can’t believe that we’re doing this. That folk they don’t know could – out of
the kindness of their hearts – turn up on their doorsteps with a shepherds pie
or a lasagne and not be looking for anything in return!
They
can’t get their heads around grace. It’s the church’s trump card. We need to
play it more often.
A landowner reaches
a worker a denarius he didn’t expect.
A woman reaches
another woman the keys to her car.
A food angel takes
a meal to the door of a stranger in need.
The
world is tired of words. But it never tires of grace.