Lent 2 - Year C

Foxes and hens. The contrast couldn’t have been clearer. And I’m guessing that that was the effect that Jesus was going for.

Herod, puppet-king of Galilee, whom Jesus called the “fox” – and it wasn’t a compliment, the one who put Jesus’ cousin John in jail for suggesting that it probably wasn’t a good idea to marry his brother’s wife. So Jesus wasn’t applauding to Herod’s craftiness when he called him a “fox”, or paying tribute to his shrewd worldliness.

No, this was a definite insult, a slam at Herod’s vicious self- interest, a slur toward Herod’s complete disregard for his religious roots and the pain he was inflicting on his people.

You have to admit, that took some nerve. Jesus was pretty blunt in his criticisms, knowing what would probably happen if he spoke his mind so freely.

But then again, what else was Herod supposed to do?

Fox-like behaviour. And it’s not confined to the Holy City. How do you behave when someone dares to criticize you? Does your back go up? Do your fangs come out, and a low growl coming from the back your throat? Whether the criticism was deserved or not, we don’t like hearing it when comes our way, and we’re liable to rip the head off of anyone who speaks a word against us, or against those we feel close to.

You could get all paranoid and be pessimistic about the fox that is in all of us. But Jesus takes all this foxiness in stride. He hears that Herod is after him and he doesn’t seem to care. Jesus is on his own schedule. He’s busy healing the sick and raising the dead – turning the world upside down. And if Herod has a problem with that, well, tough.

And Jesus knows what he’s doing. He knows that he’s provoking Herod, and he knows that Herod will probably get him in the end, just like folks like him always do to God’s messengers. Jesus acknowledges Herod’s fox-like behaviour, but he won’t let it stop him, even when he knows how much trouble he’ll be in.

Jesus knows the pain that Herod has caused. He knows what Herod is capable of. And so Jesus laments…not for himself, although the fox is ready to pounce. No, Jesus laments for the foxes themselves, because we don’t have to be fox-like.

Really, it’s a case of mistaken identity – Jerusalem is not be like a pack of wolves or a den of foxes, but like a flock of chicks Fluffy, downy fledglings. Jesus says, “How often have I longed to gather you under my wings, and you wouldn’t have it!”

So, Jesus the “lamb of God,” is now Jesus the “hen of God.” The hen who tries to pull the chicks away from their dangerous game of trying to be foxes, knowing that the game will destroy them in the end.

And Jesus didn’t pull this image from the air. After all, I’m told that chickens can’t fly. No, Jesus went down deep to find this image of himself as a mother bird. He went to the Hebrew Scriptures. He probably remembered singing from the psalms, “Hide me under the shadow of your wings, and God will spread wings over you and keep you safe.”

Then he probably heard from Sunday school the part from the prophet Isaiah, “I will protect Jerusalem like a mother bird circling over her nest.

In confirmation class he might have learned the passage from Deuteronomy that says “like an eagle teacher her young to fly, always ready to swoop down and catch them on her back.”

So Jesus is in good company when he compares himself to a momma-bird. And as I look at it, it seems a very appropriate image.

I’m reminded of a story about a fire in a henhouse in Mission, BC a few years back. The owner and his grandson, after the fire was put out, discovered a dead hen, top feathers singed brown, her neck limp.

But when they pick the hen up, there was movement, and beneath the hen’s dead body came four chicks scurrying out. The owner figured the hen gathered her chicks under her wings when she sensed danger, and she sacrificed herself for her babies.

Try telling those chicks that a mother bird is not a wonderful image for God.

A hen protects her chicks and suffers the consequences.

For chicks so bold as to flee the shadow of her wings, there is a cost to acting like foxes, thinking that they don’t need her motherly protection. The hen house will be abandoned or destroyed if the chicks persist in dangerous behaviour.

Jesus seems to be saying that Jerusalem – all sense of home – will be destroyed if they keep rejecting the cautions and care that Jesus has for them, and that prophets warned about.

It’s the same for us today – there are consequences of acting like foxes. Delude ourselves, like Herod, that we are always right, that we don’t need to change, then we will find other foxes snapping at our heals.

If we stubbornly refuse to see own complicity on human suffering, then we will soon find other foxes turning on US.

When we reject the call to look at our own faults, like the Jerusalem of Jeremiah, then we will no longer be able to talk about God with any sense of what that means. The sense of the divine, the holy, the awesome will leave us, and we will go through our days in a grey haze.

Ignore the prophets who speak to us of justice, like the Jerusalem of Isaiah, and our hearts will grow cold to the cries of the widow and orphan, the poor and the oppressed, and maybe, even the earth itself, and God will ask us what it means to be God’s people.

The truth of the matter is that Herod, Jerusalem, and we ourselves today continue our fox-like ways. We shoo away the Mother-hen and to yell at her to cease her clucking, because sometimes the safety of her wings feel more like a prison than a sanctuary.

But it’s also true that the hen doesn’t really care if the chicks are intent on their own business. The hen comes after us anyways, spreads out her wings to protect us – and in doing so, she dies. The Hen of God spreads out her wings and gathers us – on a cross outside Jerusalem.

Do we crazed, frightened, willful chicks recognize our mother hen there? Can we look to the cross and says, “Blessed is the one who comes in the name of the Lord?”

The hen has arranged it – at great cost to herself – to keep her arms outstretched, open to any who would seek shelter under her wings.

Jesus’ arms are open, there on the cross. He laments our refusal to heed his wisdom, the wisdom of the prophets before him, the wisdom of the prophets after him, but still he stands with arms open. And what does he say to us but “Turn, turn, my foolish chicks who think your are foxes – come and find rest under the shadow of my wings.”

Amen.