Then the very next day he would go to worship in the synagogue like some kind of saint, even daring to take the seat of authority to preach. The truly religious people thought he was the worst kind of hypocrite.
No wonder he was so popular with regular folks.
I have lived in religious communities where the people cultivated dour looks of pained endurance as they sang dull songs and listened to dull sermons, and claimed to feel joyful about it. They would insist that heaven is like one long worship service, and I’ll admit when I was a kid, the worship time sure seemed like an eternity.
I’m not sure where I’m going with this.
Maybe it’s to say that occasionally, we should change our perspective of Jesus. Perhaps he was more than a “suffering servant,” or a religious reformer. He was a shepherd, a storyteller, a healer, a prophet, and he liked to go to parties.
Maybe it’s to say that it’s okay to enjoy the moment, to laugh, sing and dance, just like Jesus did.
Perhaps it’s to say that churches ought to “loosen up” instead of making people feel so guarded and self controlled. Perhaps we could help each other get more in touch with freedom and joy.
And, I confess I might simply wish to entertain myself by teasing my friends who take themselves just a little too seriously. Perhaps it’s also a reminder that I should refrain from taking myself to too seriously.