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Throughout Lent, we\u2019re exploring the parables of Jesus \u2013 the two dozen or so stories that were his chief means of describing the reality of God\u2019s rule on earth. <\/strong>

In ancient times there was nothing quite like a wedding in a Middle Eastern village.

Even though Say Yes to the Dress <\/em>was still 2,000 years away, bridal parties knew how to party in a big way.

Honeymoons had not yet been invented.  In truth, there was no place for a newly married couple to go. 

Instead they would remain in their village and a host a week-long \u201copen house\u201d of sorts, one that would overflow with food and wine.  For most couples this would be the happiest week of their lives.  Every neighbor would be invited.  No one would want to miss the fun.

Weddings did not begin on a certain day at a certain hour, with the bride\u2019s mom insisting that the minute hand be sweeping upward when the ceremony began.  Nobody owned a clock.  So the wedding would begin when the food was ready and the preparations were complete.  Just by paying attention to the sights, sounds, and delicious smells, one could generally narrow down the starting time to within a day or two. 

Make no mistake:  Everybody in town would know that the time was getting close, and they ought to be getting ready to join the party.

At a moment of his choosing \u2013 quite possibly in the middle of the night, just to be playful or ornery \u2013 the groom would begin to walk through the streets of the village, taking the longest possible route.  His best man would precede him, shouting that it was time to drop everything and come to the celebration. 

Neighbors would come out and form a kind of conga line behind the groom as he walked toward his own wedding. 

In some villages, to this day, it is required that anyone who joins a wedding procession after sunset must carry a small, lighted lamp.  In Jesus\u2019 time those lamps were clay vessels that could fit into the palm of one\u2019s hand, like the one pictured above.  Oil was poured into a hole in the center; the wick would protrude from an opening on the side. 

Sufficient oil to keep the lamp burning was carried in a small flask.  When the party began, you had better have your lamp ready.  Otherwise you would be seriously breaching Middle Eastern etiquette by insulting the bride and groom.

In Matthew 25:1-13, Jesus tells a story about ten young women who, like everyone else in town, have been waiting for the fun to begin.  Five of them are ready.  Their lamps are at hand and their flasks of oil are full.  Jesus calls them wise.

But the other five young women, for one reason or another, are caught off guard.   The groom suddenly shows up \u2013 surprise<\/em> \u2013 but they\u2019ve run out of oil. 

Without burning lamps, they\u2019re going to miss the parade.  They\u2019re going to miss the feast.  They\u2019re going to miss the chance to experience the splashy coverage of the biggest social event of the season.

Jesus calls them foolish. 

As we noted last week, a \u201cfool\u201d in the Bible isn\u2019t someone who lacks IQ, physical grace, or common sense.  A foolish person is someone who misses the chance of a lifetime because something else \u2013 something comparatively trivial \u2013 seems more important than being ready for the moment when God suddenly shows up.

The five unprepared young women were certainly intending<\/em> to join the party.  But when it comes to walking with God, good intentions are not good enough. 

I am blessed to have an extraordinary dentist.  He has to be, since for years my mouth has provided a kind of annual dental school refresher course.  Let\u2019s just say that the race between the number of candles on my birthday cake and the number of cavities I\u2019ve experienced is neck-and-neck. 

A few years back I asked him, \u201cIs there anything I can do to keep my teeth in better shape?\u201d  \u201cAbsolutely,\u201d he said.  \u201cSo glad you asked.  You can use fluoride rinse and do a much better job of flossing.\u201d  \u201cThanks so much,\u201d I said.  \u201cThat\u2019s excellent counsel.\u201d

The following year I had three cavities.  I asked again, \u201cIs there anything I can do to keep my teeth in better shape?\u201d  \u201cYes,\u201d he answered, \u201cyou can actually start flossing and using fluoride.\u201d 

Last year I showed up with yet another cavity.  \u201cHey,\u201d I sighed, just trying to make conversation, \u201cis there anything I can do to keep my teeth in better shape?\u201d

What would you think if you were my long-suffering dentist?  His counsel has indeed been excellent.  But showing up from time to time in a dentist\u2019s office is no guarantee of healthy teeth, any more than watching the NFL\u2019s Red Zone Channel<\/em> has the power to transform us into All-Pro wide receivers.

There\u2019s a world of difference between hearing <\/em>Jesus\u2019 words and obeying<\/em> them.  When it comes to dental health and spiritual health, good intentions are not good enough. 

In Jesus\u2019 story, the groom takes a longer than expected time to start his walk through the streets.  The young women all fall asleep.  Then in verse five they hear the cry, \u201cHere\u2019s the bridegroom!  Come out to meet him!\u201d  This is the moment at which spiritual wisdom is fully contrasted with spiritual foolishness. 

Only when it\u2019s too late do the five unprepared women discover that they cannot hitchhike on somebody else\u2019s faith. 

\u201cGive us some of your oil; our lamps are going out!\u201d (Matthew 21:8)  But we cannot borrow the faith of our parents.  Nor can we make a withdrawal from the commitment of our spouse or the resiliency of our small group and pass it off as our own.  We have to own our own trust in Jesus<\/em>.

A number of us have been led to believe that if we just have a lamp \u2013 an invitation to God\u2019s big party \u2013 all is well.  We don\u2019t really need a reservoir of oil.  Bible study is nice and all that, but we can always fall back on Google to find promises and commands if the need ever arises.  Nor do we need to go all-out to learn how to pray, serve, or even comprehend what we say we believe.

Bible scholar Dale Bruner is surely spot on when he points out that all too many people are content with the lamp <\/em>of experiential Christianity, but refuse to take up the flask <\/em>of discipled Christianity.

That truth begins to dawn on the five foolish virgins.  \u201cWhile they were on their way to buy oil, the bridegroom arrived.  The virgins who were ready went in with him to the wedding banquet.  And the door was shut.  Later the others also came.  \u2018Sir!  Sir!\u2019 they said.  \u2018Open the door for us!\u2019\u201d  But it’s too late.  They’ve missed the party.  

Did you used to cram for tests \u2013 you know, stay up all night before a final exam, trying to pour into your head all of the learning you should have been doing over the course of an entire semester? 

Jesus is telling us that we cannot \u201ccram\u201d our relationship with him.  We cannot pretend to know someone whom we have not actually taken the time to know.<\/em>

In the age of electricity, what does it mean to keep our lamps burning?

Read.  Pray.  Ask questions.  Pay attention.  Don\u2019t fall asleep in the middle of your life. 

One of these days, when you least expect it, God is going to show up on your street.

You won\u2019t want to miss it.<\/em>
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