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18 Pentecost - Isaiah 5:1-7; Matthew 21:33-46

A reading from John: When all hope is gone, sad songs say so much. (Elton John)

So Isaiah picked up his guitar and sang one to the people.

My beloved had a vineyard on a very fertile hill,

he dug and cleared it of stones.

He planted the choicest vines, then he worked them all until

he ached from fingers to bones.

He built up a high tower, then he quarried out a vat;

he circled it all with fence.

He poured his blood and muscle, his skill and sweat into that

with passion and hopes immense.

He dreamed long of the wines that would flow sweet from these vines,

but the grapes weren't worth five cents!

Isaiah went on to over-explain, as preachers tend to do, spending the rest of chapter five letting the people know they were sour grapes for God, who had poured so much love and effort into a community of justice and righteousness only to yield cruelty and corruption.

God planted goodness and harvested greed.

God planted peace and harvested violence.

God planted wellbeing for everyone and harvested widespread hunger and suffering.

So God tore down the fence, answered the question about who'll stop the rain, and left his

investment to wither and rot like party plans in 2020.

The sermon was bleak and long and painfully truthful and utterly forgettable, but the song became a classic, a number one hit salvaged and separated from a box office bomb.

It had been part of Israel's playlist and cultural canon for centuries when Jesus whistled the tune.

Both parties recognized it immediately, of course.

The conservatives, the vigilant defenders of law and order and traditional religion, the

stubborn guardians of the temple like their fathers before them—the chief priests knew

these lyrics.

The liberals, the champions of the common people, the arrogant, academic wonks who over- regulated everything with their endless stream of restrictive rules—the Pharisees knew

the lyrics too.

Both knew and invoked the national history, though they read it very differently.

Both claimed to be much more faithful to God the Founding Father than the other side.

About the only thing these two polarized parties agreed upon was that Jesus was a threat

They try to trap him, but they fall into his.

Jesus sings Isaiah's standard and then changes the lyrics a bit, updating the story.

Same vineyard, new management.

The harvest is not spoiled, it's suppressed because the tenants aren't doing their job.

The owner sends servant after servant and finally, foolishly, his son.

The ruthless, feckless tenants think they smell an opportunity: This is the heir; come, let us kill him and get his inheritance.

I mean, that's one way to endear yourself to the owner, right?

So they seized him, threw him out of the vineyard, and killed him.

Now the trap is set.

Now when the owner of the vineyard comes, what will he do to those tenants?

Once again, for the second time ever, the chief priests and the Pharisees agree.

He will put those wretches to a miserable death and lease the vineyard to someone else

who will fork over the profits.