“R.S.V.P.”

Text:  Matthew 22:1-14

© January 20, 2008 by C. Edward Bowen at Emanuel United Methodist Church (Pulpit Exchange for Christian Unity Sunday).

 

 

            I hope you don’t mind, but I have a favor I want to ask of you.  And that favor is this:  the next time you’re hosting a party, the next you’re throwing some big shindig, please, please don’t invite me!  It’s nothing personal.  And I know that when people invite you to a party, they’re trying to be nice to you.  But I don’t know if it’s just me, but when I get an invitation to a party, it stresses me out.

 

            Getting invited to a party stresses me out because I know that if I accept that invitation, certain things are going to be expected of me – but I’m never exactly sure what those expectations are.  For instance, if you’re having a party, what time do you expect me to show up?  Yeah, I know the invitation says the party starts at 7:00.  But I like being on time – so if I show up right at 7:00 or even a few minutes early, am I going to be the first one there?  I’ve gone to some parties before where the invitation said that the party started at 7:00, but when I showed up at 7:00, the hosts looked at me like I was out of my mind, and none of the other guests showed up for at least another half hour.  So if you’re going to invite me to your party, you’ve got to tell me what time you expect me to show up.

 

            And then, where do you expect me to park?  Am I supposed to park in your driveway or out on the street?  If I park in your driveway, am I going to block someone in, or is someone else going to end up blocking me in?  Or if I park out on the street and end up finding a spot in front of your neighbor’s house, is your neighbor going to get mad and come out and hit my car with a hammer while I’m in at your party?  When it comes to where I should park, you’ve got to tell me what you expect me to do.

 

            And what about gifts?  Are you expecting me to bring some kind of present to the party?  Yeah, I know the invitation says “No gifts, please,” but I’ve been to parties before where it said “No gifts, please,” and so I didn’t bring a gift.  But then every other guest showed up at the door with a present in their hands to give to the host.  So if you’re throwing a party, when it comes to bringing a gift, you’ve got to be honest and tell me – what do you expect?  Do you want it wrapped?  Because I’m not really good at wrapping stuff.  And does it have to have a bow on it, because I don’t usually put bows on presents?  But if I don’t put a bow on it, are you going to think less of me?  You see, these are the kinds of things that I need to know if you’re going to invite me to a party.

 

            And then, when is the party over?  What time do you expect me to leave?  Sometimes I get the impression that people at a party look at me and think to themselves, “As soon as possible.”  But I always get irritated when an invitation says that the party will be from “7:00 until ?”  Don’t tell me that the party will be over at “?”  Give me a time!  I mean if it were me hosting the party, and you were still at my house at 10:30, I’d be thinking about calling the cops to come and drag you out of there, because that’s past my bedtime.  So tell me, what time do you expect me to go home from your party?

 

            But probably the biggest question of all is:  what do you expect me to wear?  What kind of clothes should I have on when I come to the party?  Should I wear a tie?  Are tennis shoes OK?  I still remember a party I was invited to shortly after I first became a minister.  This family invited me to attend the 100th birthday party for their grandmother.  And so, having never been to a 100th birthday party before, I assumed that it would be a classy, dignified affair, with maybe 8 or 10 of us gathered around the dining room table, with the finest china and silverware set before us.  And so to fit in with what I expected, I put on a suit and tie and drove out to their house.

 

            But when I got out of my car, to my great dismay it turned out that this lady’s 100th birthday party was not some classy, dignified affair.  Instead there were about 50 people out in the front yard with shorts and t-shirts on, playing catch and barbequing hamburgers.  Now, I certainly don’t have anything against playing catch or barbequing hamburgers, but when I looked at what I had on – with my freshly pressed suit, my carefully tied tie, and my black wing-tip shoes – and what they all had on, I thought to myself, “Rats!”  And for a couple moments, I gave serious consideration to sneaking back into my car, hoping that no one had seen me, and just going back home.

 

            But before I knew it, it was too late as someone called out, “Hi there, Reverend!”  And I’ll never forget this:  this one fellow leaned over to the person next to him and said in a voice loud enough so that I could hear, “Ministers – they never know what to wear!”  OK, I admit it.  If you’re having a party, I don’t know what I should wear.  On the invitation, draw me a picture of what you want me to look like.  I’d really appreciate that.  But somehow, tell me what you expect.

 

            The truth is that every time we accept an invitation, there are certain things that are expected of us.  It’s like it always says at the bottom of an invitation – R.S.V.P.  And those letters, R.S.V.P., of course, are the abbreviation for the French words respondez sil vous plait, or in English, “Respond, please.”  When your host asks you to R.S.V.P. to their invitation, they’re asking you to respond to it.  And your host hopes that you’ll respond to that invitation not just by calling them up and telling them that you’ll be there, but your host also hopes that you’ll respond to that invitation by actually showing up and living up to the expectations that your host has for you.

 

            Here in this parable that we listened to today in the Gospel of Matthew, a king was throwing a party.  You see, his son was getting married, and so the king was hosting the biggest wedding reception anyone had ever seen.  It was going to be the social event of the season.  And so, as people do when they’re having a party, the king sent out his invitations well in advance and asked people to R.S.V.P.  And they all did.  Everyone said they were coming.

 

            And so on the day of the party, they hauled into the banquet hall a huge ice sculpture of a swan, a wedding cake with seven tiers on it, a chocolate fountain.  And the caterer began to set out the roast beef, the ham, and all kinds of delicious delicacies.  And when everything was just about ready, the king sent his servants out to inform his guests that the time had arrived, the time had come for them to respond to the invitation he had given them and come and share in the party.

 

            But as the servants went out and told the guests that the king was now summoning them, one by one all of the people who had been invited, and who had said that they were going to come, made up excuses and bailed out on the king’s party.  One fellow said that he couldn’t go to the party because he had to cut his toenails that night.  Another guest said she couldn’t go because she had a ping-pong tournament to go to.  And another guest said he couldn’t go because there was a “Gilligan’s Island” marathon on TV and he couldn’t miss it.  And so when the servants returned to the king and told him that none of his guests were going to come, the king was furious.

 

            What was he going to do, the king thought to himself.  Already the ice sculpture of the swan was starting to melt, the slices of cake were beginning to dry out, and the green beans were getting soggy.  And any minute his son and his new bride were going to come into the banquet hall, and how were they going to feel if no one was there for their party?

 

            And so right away the king ordered his servants to hurry out into the streets and to invite everyone they could find to come to the party.  It didn’t matter who they were.  It didn’t matter what they were like.  Just invite them, the king said.  And so the servants did just that.  They went out and invited anyone and everyone they could find.  And within about a half hour the banquet hall was filled to overflowing with guests.

 

            And so when the king walked into the hall, he was thrilled by what he saw.  There was a group over here having a limbo contest.  Another group over there was laughing and telling stories.  And everyone was having a wonderful time – everyone, that is, except for this one fellow.

 

            You see, when you get invited to a wedding reception you’re expected to dress a certain way.  Nowadays, for instance, men are generally expected to wear a suit and tie to a wedding reception, and women are expected to wear a dress or at least some sort of outfit that looks nice.  Because to not do that, to not dress appropriately for a wedding reception, is really a kind of insult to your host.  It’s a way of saying “I don’t care about your party, and I don’t care about you.”

 

            And the same was true back in Jesus’ day.  Although they didn’t have tuxedos and formal gowns back then, there was a certain kind of clothing that was expected to be worn at a wedding banquet, what our reading here in Matthew calls a “wedding robe.”  And everyone there at the king’s party had a wedding robe on – everyone, that is, except for one guy who was sitting by himself at table over in the corner.  Instead of having on a wedding robe, he was wearing cut-off jeans, sandals, and a t-shirt advertising his favorite brand of beer.

 

            And so the king marched right up to that guy and said, “Hey, mac!  Hey, buddy!  What is your problem?  What are you trying to pull, coming in here dressed like that?”  And so the king whistled for the royal bouncers to hustle over, and they took that guy and tossed him out into the street.

 

            Now, what are we to make of that story?  Wasn’t the king maybe a tad bit harsh on that guy?  After all, maybe he didn’t own a wedding robe.  But the way the story is told, with the king sending his servants out into the streets and bringing all those people into the party on the spur of the moment like that, most likely none of those people went home and got dressed.  There wasn’t time for that.  No, probably what the parable is implying is that the king provided his guests with those wedding robes.  As the guests stepped through the door, the royal valet probably handed each person an appropriate wedding robe to put on and pointed them in the direction of the changing rooms.  And everyone went along and did that, because they understood that that was what was expected of people who accepted an invitation to a wedding banquet – everyone did that, that is, except for that one fellow.

 

            And so the problem was that that particular fellow didn’t R.S.V.P.  He didn’t respond to the king’s invitation.  Yes, he responded to the extent that he showed up and sat down at a table.  But he refused to fully respond, to allow himself to be changed to what his host, the king, expected of him.

 

            What this parable invites us to do, I believe, is to consider whether we’ve R.S.V.P.’d to our king, whether we have responded to God.  Sure, all of us here have responded to the extent that we’ve shown up, we’re here at church, we’re sitting in the pews.  But have we fully responded to God?  Have we allowed ourselves to be changed to the way that God expects us to be?

 

            When it comes to what we do with our lives, when it comes to what we do with our time, are we R.S.V.P.-ing to God?  When it comes to what we do with our lives, when it comes to what we do with our time, are we responding to God in such a way so that instead of focusing merely on what we expect out of life, we’re focusing on what God expects out of us in life?

 

            Are we R.S.V.P.-ing to God, are we responding to God, by making the effort to develop a relationship with God?  God is there inviting us to God’s party, inviting us to be God’s people.  And so God expects us to come and get to know God.  Are we doing that?  Are we making prayer, Bible reading, and worship the kinds of priorities in our lives that God expects?

 

            Or when it comes to our money, when it comes to what we do with our possessions, are we R.S.V.P.-ing to God?  When it comes to our money, when it comes to what we do with our possessions, are we responding to God in such a way that instead of concentrating simply on our own wants and desires, we’re concentrating on those things that God expects us to be doing?

 

            You’re invited.  We’re all invited.  We’re all invited to come and be God’s people.  That’s the message that God has for us.  The question is:  do we accept that invitation?  Because if we do, we need to respond to that invitation not just with our words, but we need to respond to that invitation with our very lives – with all that we are and with all that we have.  After all, that’s the kind of R.S.V.P., that’s the kind of response, that God expects.