Trojan Horse (Mat. 25:14-39)
by James Howell
James Howell is pastor of Myers Park United Methodist Church in Charlotte, North Carolina. This article appeared in The Christian Century, (November 1, 2005, p.19) Copyright by The Christian Century Foundation: used by permission. Current articles and subscription information can be found at www.christiancentury.org. This material was prepared for Religion Online by Ted and Winnie Brock.
Clarence Jordan used to say that a parable from Jesus was like a Trojan horse. You let it in, and Bam! -- itís got you. But this business about the "talents" has never quite "gotten" me. Yes, it has that marvelous, often-quoted line, "Well done, good and faithful servant." Iíve tried that in a funeral sermon or two, but its emotional impact on the congregation is soured for me, as a voice (St. Augustine? Laocoön warning me to look inside the horse?) whispers darkly, "Youíre doing the works-righteousness scam.
Itís November. How many churches have used this Trojan horse of the talents in their fall stewardship campaigns? "God has blessed you, donít be like the wicked servant, pledge to us, itís an investment in the kingdom." So many schemes exploit this theme: time-talent surveys, spiritual-gifts inventories -- all good and worthy instruments. But Iím not sure this is what Jesus had in mind.
Many churches are snapping up boxfuls of a little book called The Kingdom Assignment, the story of pastor Denny Bellesi, who doled out $10,000 in $100 increments to church members one Sunday, with three requirements: The $100 belongs to God. You must invest it in Godís work. Report your results in 90 days. The reports were startling: people made money hand over fist to contribute to the church, creative ministries were hatched, lives were transformed, people wept for joy -- and it was all covered by NBCís Dateline. So why did I shudder a little when a church member brought me the book and said, "Letís do this"? It feels so American. In the culture, and now in church, weíre dealiní, weíre investing -- more is better, we think. Why should I give somebody $100 and say, "This belongs to God," implying that the other half million in his investment portfolio is his?
Jesus was talking about "talents," a most unfortunate translation of the Greek talanta. A "talent" isnít a special ability I have, my passion in life or this little light of mine, and it certainly isnít a mere $100. Jesus wasnít saying, "Use what is in you, invest what you have for the kingdom." He was talking about a coin that was the largest denomination of currency in the first-world system. We should translate talanta as "a huge bucket full of solid gold" or "a bank CEO megabonus" or "winning the Ohio Lottery." Only the muscular could even pick up a talanton, which might weigh 50 or 75 pounds. Each was worth around 6,000 denarii, which today would be more than Iíve earned in my 25 years in the ministry, or 20 of those flasks of pure nard Mary used on the feet of Jesus.
This amount would stagger any recipient and send him into utterly uncharted territory. A Mediterranean laborer wouldnít have any more of a clue about how to invest five talanta than the guy who bags my groceries would about $74 million (even if I and all my friends tried to advise him). Jesus (who had never personally seen that kind of money) used an outlandish hyperbole to symbolize the gospel. What value would Jesus attach to the gospel? It is the pearl of great price, it is like the Torah of old, "more precious than gold"; you sell all you have and donít notice the door slamming behind you as you sprint after this Jesus.
And the servants are not individual believers. We get suckered into thinking of our autonomous life with God, God giving us talanta. But these servants are the church, a corporate body to whom the gospel has been entrusted. The rewards are not neat progress reports after 90 days, but the joy of the messianic banquet.
What about the dumb, wicked servant? In Jesusí day, burying money was regarded as prudent, and the servant no doubt expected to be commended. But he got a verbal thrashing from the master. If this parable is Jesusí intimation that an astonishingly ravishing gift has been unloaded upon an unsuspecting church that has not the faintest notion how to handle it, then might it be that the parable solicits from us not the offering up of our individual abilities, but rather the frank, embarrassing admission of our corporate inability? We populate church committees with the best people for the task at hand, and in meetings they confidently offer insights from their education and professional experience. But maybe what God needs is people who will huddle up, shake their heads and confess, "We just have no idea; the treasure is too big, too heavy." Maybe then, and only then, we can dare something for God. God gives the gospel not to me so my ability can be put to good use, but to us so our inability might be exposed and God thereby glorified.
This thought process could ruin a financial campaign. Or would it? As it is, we print up catchy mailings, we wheedle and cajole; pledges bump up by 7 percent, and we celebrate. Isnít that the equivalent of the burial of the one talanton, and isnít it the harbinger of the burial of the church? The gospel isnít being unleashed if some percentage of church members start to think of an extra $100 or so as belonging to God, or even if the most clever stewardship campaign in history magically seduced a majority of mainline Protestants into tithing. The gospel is too big for such trifles. Surely it is only to the dumbfounded, to the clueless, to the overwhelmed, to those who are under no illusion that they have ever known quite what to do because of Jesus and donít pretend it could ever be otherwise -- to those alone that this crafter of Trojan horses says, "Well done, good and faithful servant."