The Ashes of my Triumphalism

By Scott Bessenecker

The ashes that mark your forehead on Ash Wednesday came from burning the palm fronds from last year’s Palm Sunday celebration. That’s deep.

Think about it. On Palm Sunday we celebrate Jesus riding into Jerusalem as king. A defeated and oppressed people go wild with hope at the installation of this Righteous Ruler, waving their palm branches and shouting a victory chant. It has been a long, hard road of living under the boot of cruel overlords. Finally, here is The One that will set everything right. And the first act of this new leader ushering in a new kingdom is to smash the artifacts of an exploitative economy. The Jerusalem Temple was a bank where high priestly families made a killing off of international monetary exchanges and a lucrative market selling sacrificial animals for profit. This first century version of Wall Street was located in a part of the temple reserved for the blind, the lame and the Gentiles. They were supposed to gather to meet God in those courts. And as soon as Jesus clears it out, “The blind and the lame came to him at the temple, and he healed them.” Matthew 21:14

A new day had dawned.

No doubt some of those who waved their palm branches and welcomed this new king were devastated by the news just days later: Their king had been executed. The insurrection of God’s kingdom had failed.

A few may have heard the rumors of the king’s resurrection. Some may have even joined the growing community of followers. But one year later, even they may have been ready to torch their palm branches from the triumphal entry. A horrific persecution was breaking out. Both the Jews and the fledgling sect of Christians were under fire. This kingdom of the meek inheriting the earth sure looked a lot like the old one.

Ash Wednesday is not only a reminder that we are “but dust” – we don’t need too much reminding about that, especially learning of good and decent followers of Jesus having dark sides. No, we get plenty of reminders of our dustliness.

What we do need to remember is that the arc of God’s justice is long. Longer than many lives lived in hope and passing without experiencing it. The saints listed in Hebrews were commended because they never saw the thing that they hoped for arrive. Yet they pressed on.

I sometimes hear Christian radio stations claim, “Always positive, encouraging and safe for the family.” This is interesting to me, because Jesus was not always positive and encouraging. And he stated quite bluntly that he was not safe for the family (Luke 12:51-53). The truth is that I find a form of triumphalism among many Christians that I never really hear from Jesus. It shows up in the form of the prosperity gospel. It’s the “Victory is mine!” chant. It’s “beauty for ashes and oil of joy for mourning” which I know is in the Bible but I don’t always see it pan out that way. Not they way I imagine anyway. Yes, there is a kind of victory and a kind of shalom and a kind of beauty, but they all carry a cross.

If we are to stay on the journey with Jesus, we need to remember that depression may be one of our traveling companions. We need to recognize that good and beautiful followers of Jesus will make terrible, terrible choices. We need to make peace with the slow and erratic way that kingdom of God comes. And maybe, once a year, we need to take a torch to the palm branches of our Christian triumphalism and use those ashes to draw a cross on our foreheads.

“In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.” Jn 16:33