Sunday, October 4, 2026

Plenty Good Room To Grow

It's not our vineyard, but we are called to steward it for a season.


Proper 22, Year A

Exodus 20:1-4, 7-9, 12-20

Psalm 19

Philippians 3:4b-14

Matthew 21:33-46


©2026 The Rev. Seth Olson


This sermon was delivered on the 19th Sunday after Pentecost at the Episcopal Church of the Holy Apostles in Hoover, AL. A video of the sermon may be found here.


Holy God, may my words be your words, and when my words are not your words, may your people be wise enough to know the same. Amen.


There is something I want you to notice about Jesus’ vineyard. Before a single tenant arrives, the vineyard is already there. The landowner plants it. He puts a fence around it. He digs the wine press. He builds the watchtower. By the time anybody shows up to work, somebody else has already done the work necessary to make this place fruitful.


And then the landowner does something extraordinary. He entrusts it to tenants. Here is this vineyard—planted, prepared, protected—and he places it into their hands. He leaves them room to work it, room to tend it, room to discover what might grow there. They didn’t create the vineyard. They received a place within it.


Which makes what happens next so strange. Somewhere along the way, the tenants seem to forget something basic: this is not their vineyard.


When harvest time comes, the landowner sends people to receive the fruit that belongs to him, and the tenants beat one, kill another, and stone another. More servants come, and the tenants do the same thing. Finally, the landowner sends his son, and the tenants see him coming and say, “This is the heir; come, let us kill him and get his inheritance.”

Did you hear what happened?


They have been given an entire vineyard, and somehow they have become convinced that there isn’t enough.


If the landowner receives his fruit, there will be less for us. If the heir receives his inheritance, there will be less for us. If somebody else has something, perhaps that means I won’t. So what began as a gift becomes something to possess. What began as stewardship becomes ownership. What began in abundance becomes scarcity.


I wonder if that isn’t one of the oldest human temptations.

My life. My time. My money. My abilities. My family. My church. My seat. My table.


And those things really are ours in meaningful ways. Our lives matter. Our time is precious. Our gifts are particular. We are responsible for how we use what has been placed into our hands. But Jesus’ parable asks us to remember something deeper: before any of it belonged to us, it was gift.


That same rhythm runs underneath all of our readings this morning. Listen to how the Ten Commandments begin. Before God says, “You shall” or “You shall not,” God says, “I am the LORD your God, who brought you out of the land of Egypt, out of the house of slavery.”


God does not say, “Keep these commandments, and then I might rescue you.” God says: I already did. Before commandment comes liberation. Before obligation comes grace. Before Israel does anything for God, God has already heard their cries, confronted Pharaoh, opened the sea, fed them in the wilderness, and given water to the thirsty.


And now God begins teaching them how free people live.


Do not worship the gods that enslave you. Do not use God’s name to accomplish your own purposes. Stop working sometimes. Let your children rest. Let your servants rest. Let the immigrant among you rest. Do not murder. Do not steal. Do not lie about your neighbor. Do not spend your life consumed by the desire to possess what somebody else has.


The underlying message from God is: You know what Egypt is like. You know what happens when human beings become commodities and production matters more than people. You know what happens when somebody at the top decides there is not enough to go around.

I brought you out of Egypt—out of that way of being. Now, with my help, don’t build another society like that! Gift first. Response second.


Paul discovers something similar. In Philippians he gives us his extraordinary religious résumé: his ancestry, his credentials, his zeal, his righteousness. If anybody ought to be able to prove that he belongs, Paul can.


And then he lets it go. Not because those pieces of his life are meaningless. Not because his body is bad and his spirit is good. Not because his Jewish identity was something shameful that Christianity rescued him from. He lets go of the idea that any of those things can earn what Christ has already freely given him.


And then comes one of my favorite lines from Paul: “I press on to make it my own, because Christ Jesus has made me his own.” Did you hear the order again?! Christ has made me his own. Therefore, I press on. 

Gift first. Response second. 


Which brings us back into the vineyard. Here, I wonder whether one of the great spiritual questions of our lives is not simply, “What do I have?” but “What has been entrusted to me?”


What if my life is a vineyard I have been invited to tend? What if my time is? My money? My abilities? My relationships? What if even this community we call Holy Apostles is not something we possess, but something entrusted to us for a season?


And if that is true, then perhaps the question isn’t how tightly we can hold onto it.


Perhaps the question is: What is growing here?


That is the question I want us to begin asking together today because this morning we are moving into our financial stewardship season at Holy Apostles. Now, we don’t think of just this time as “Stewardship Season” because stewardship is a spiritual practice that we engage year-round. But, the theme of our financial stewardship season this year comes from a wonderful, spiritual song: “Plenty Good Room.”


Now, don’t panic. Nobody is handing you a pledge card this morning. You can unclench.


Before we talk about what any of us might give, I want us to spend some time noticing what we have already received. Look around the vineyard.

Look at the people God has gathered here. Think about the people who made room for you before you ever knew you needed it. Think about the generations who prayed before us, those who gave before us, served before us, worshiped before us. Think about all the people who planted vines whose fruit we now enjoy.


And look at what is growing! 


Children are learning that they are beloveds of God. People bring their deepest questions here and discover that questions do not disqualify them from faith. Bread is broken and wine is shared. People are baptized. People fall in love and make promises. People die and are carried from this place surrounded by a community proclaiming that death does not get the final word. People grieve, and someone sits beside them without trying to make the grief disappear. People are fed. People serve. People discover gifts they did not know they had. People who might never otherwise have known one another become part of one Body.


There is fruit growing in this vineyard. Not perfect genetically-modified fruit. Lord knows, we’re not perfect tenants, nor do we always bear prized produce, but fruit nonetheless. And there is still plenty good room here!


Room for the person who hasn’t walked through those doors yet. Room for the child who cannot sit still. Room for the person who knows every word of the Creed and the person who isn't sure what they believe right now. Room for the grieving and the joyful. Room for the person who has much to give and the person who needs, for a season, simply to receive. Room for people who look like us and people who don’t. Room for people whose lives and stories and experiences might stretch our understanding of just how large God’s vineyard really is. Because it is not our vineyard, it’s God’s.


That may be what the tenants in Jesus’ parable forgot. They began to believe that someone else receiving meant something was being taken away from them. They began to believe that the vineyard belonged to them. And scarcity eventually made them violent.


But grace tells a different story. Grace says there is enough. Grace says you do not have to earn your place here. Grace says the person beside you does not have to earn theirs either. Grace says this vineyard was planted before we arrived and, God willing, will continue bearing fruit long after we are gone.


So stewardship cannot simply mean raising enough money to pay the bills. Yes, we need money to do ministry. Buildings require roofs, staff members deserve salaries, ministries require resources, and budgets are real. 


We will talk about those things. But stewardship begins much deeper than a budget. Stewardship begins with wonder.

Look at what we have been given!


And then comes the question: God, what would you have us do with it?

In a few moments, we will come again to this Table, God’s Table. And maybe there is no better place to begin a stewardship season than there.

Because nobody comes to this Table carrying a résumé.

Nobody purchases a place.

Nobody earns a better piece of bread.

And even before we walk up we hear these astonishing words: “The Gifts of God for the People of God.”

Then, all we do is come to this table, with empty and open hands where we see God’s pattern again: Gift first. Response second.


There is a prayer for after Communion in our Prayer Book that asks God to help us “so to venerate [or make real] the sacred mysteries” of Christ’s Body and Blood that we may “ever perceive within ourselves the fruit of thy redemption.”


The fruit of thy redemption. Perhaps that is what we are being invited to seek in this vineyard. Not fruit that proves we deserved the gift. Not fruit that makes us worthy of grace. Not fruit we can compare with whatever is growing on somebody else’s vine. The fruit of a redemption that has already been given.


So come to the Table. Receive again what you could never earn. Look around and notice all the people for whom God has made room.


And then go back into the vineyard—not as owners, but as beloved stewards. Tend what has been entrusted to you. Make room for somebody else. Give some of what you have received away. Trust that there is enough. And with God’s help, let this life we share together bear the fruit of God’s redemption.


A wise one of our Faith (Saint Augustine) once said of this holy meal, “Be what you see; receive what you are.” So receive the Body of Christ. Become the Body of Christ. And together, let us discover just how much fruit can grow when we trust that, in the vineyard of God, there is always plenty good room. Amen?




Trinitarian blessing based on today’s sermon:


May God the Father, who has planted the vineyard and made plenty good room for us all, give you grace to tend faithfully all that has been entrusted to you;


May God the Son, who has made you his own and given himself for the life of the world, make you fruitful in love, generosity, and service;


May God the Holy Spirit, who brings forth within us the fruit of redemption, send you out to make room, bear fruit, and share freely what you have received;


And the blessing of God Almighty, the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, be among you and remain with you always. Amen.


Sunday, September 27, 2026

Where Are Your Feet Headed?

It is one thing to profess our faith with our lips, but what happens when our lives don't follow what our mouth proclaimed?

 

Proper 21, Year A

Exodus 17:1-7

Psalm 78:1-4, 12-16

Philippians 2:1-13

Matthew 21:23-32


©2026 The Rev. Seth Olson


This sermon was delivered on the 18th Sunday after Pentecost at the Episcopal Church of the Holy Apostles in Hoover, AL. A video of the sermon may be found here.


Holy God, may my words be your words, and when my words are not your words, may your people be wise enough to know the same. Amen.


There are few things more satisfying than a Gospel passage that lets us identify exactly who Jesus is talking about. You know the kind. Jesus tells a story about hypocrisy, and immediately a face appears in one’s mind. Maybe it is a politician whose speeches bear very little resemblance to the way that person actually behaves. Maybe it is an athlete or celebrity who built a public image around certain values and then lived very differently when the cameras were turned off. Maybe it is a pastor, priest, bishop, or television preacher whose public proclamation and private life seem to belong to two different people.

And if we are particularly spiritually gifted, we can identify several of them before Jesus even finishes the parable. That second son? Oh, we know that guy. “I go, sir.” Absolutely. Yes, Father. Whatever you need. And then he never goes. His mouth says one thing. His feet say another. And surely Jesus is warning us about people like that.

Which is probably about the moment when this parable becomes dangerous. Because Jesus does not tell it so that we can become better judges of everybody else’s spiritual integrity. He tells it to religious people—people who know the right answers, know the Scriptures, have spent their lives around holy things, can recognize faithful language when they hear it, and probably know how to use plenty of it themselves. People, in other words, a lot like me. And perhaps a lot like us.

The chief priests and elders come to Jesus in the Temple and ask him, “By what authority are you doing these things?” It is a reasonable question. Jesus has entered their religious space and behaved as though he has the authority to rearrange it. He has overturned tables. He has challenged assumptions. He has disrupted a system that had been operating long before he arrived. “Who gave you permission to do this?”

Jesus answers their question with another question, this one about John the Baptist. Was John's authority from heaven or merely human? And Matthew lets us overhear the leaders calculating their response. If we say this, Jesus will trap us. If we say that, the crowd may turn against us. Notice what they do not seem to ask: What is true? What is God doing? What if John actually was speaking for God?

Their concern has shifted from truth to self-protection. And I wish I could tell you that only corrupt politicians and hypocritical religious leaders ever do that. But I know better. Because I do it too. I suspect most of us do.

We say we value truth, until the truth costs us something. We say we believe in forgiveness, until someone hurts us in a way we do not want to forgive. We say every human being bears the image of God, and then discover there are certain human beings whom we find remarkably easy to dismiss. We say we trust God, while quietly arranging our lives so that as little as possible is actually beyond our control.

We promise in our Baptismal Covenant to seek and serve Christ in all persons, to love our neighbors as ourselves, to strive for justice and peace, and to respect the dignity of every human being. Beautiful words. Words I mean every time I say them. And then I go live another week. And sometimes my feet do not follow my mouth. Sometimes my actions do not quite catch up with my theology.

Jesus tells them a story. A father has two sons. He asks the first to work in the vineyard. “No.” At least the kid is honest. But later he changes his mind and goes. The father asks the second. “Yes, sir.” Perfect answer. Respectful. Polite. Maybe even sincere. And then he doesn't go.

“Which of the two,” Jesus asks, “did the will of his father?” Well, that’s easy. The first. And in answering, the religious leaders convict themselves. Because this is not ultimately a parable about saying the right thing. It is about becoming the kind of person whose life begins to align with what we say we believe.

Integrity. That word comes from the same idea as integer: wholeness. Our words, our beliefs, our actions becoming less fragmented, less divided, less like one person on Sunday morning and another person by Tuesday afternoon.

And here is where this story becomes more hopeful than condemning. The first son says no. He gets it wrong. He resists. He goes the wrong direction. And then he changes his mind. That little movement may be the Gospel inside the Gospel. His first response does not have to become his final response. He can turn around. He can reconsider. He can walk another way.

Jesus then says something meant to shock his respectable religious audience: tax collectors and prostitutes are entering the Kingdom of God ahead of them. Not because tax collectors and prostitutes are somehow morally superior human beings. Not because religious leaders are somehow uniquely terrible human beings. But because the people who knew they needed to change were changing. And the people who were most certain they already had it right could not see their need to move.

That means this parable will not allow us to divide the world neatly into the good first son and the bad second son. We are capable of being both. Sometimes we resist God and then, by grace, find ourselves walking toward the vineyard. Sometimes we say all the right things about Jesus and then discover that our lives are walking somewhere else entirely.

We are the religious leaders asking questions about authority. And we are spiritually kin to the people whose lives need turning around. We are not standing safely outside this story. We are inside it.

Which means the spiritual task is not figuring out which political party is the second son, or which church, generation, or celebrities really need to hear this sermon. Which friend on social media we might tag to subtly tell them, this guy’s talking about you. The mature spiritual life slowly takes that pointing finger and turns it around. Where are my words and my life out of step? Where do I say yes to Christ while my feet quietly say no? Where might God be inviting me to change my mind?

Because the only repentance I can actually practice is my own. I cannot repent for you. You cannot repent for me. I cannot make another person become merciful or courageous or truthful or generous. But I can offer this life—my life—to the transforming grace of God. And you can offer yours.

It is never the wrong time to do the right thing. It is never too late for our feet to begin catching up with our words. It is never too late to say, “I was wrong.” “I have been walking in the wrong direction.” “I need to try another way.” The first son is proof of this.

And Christians have developed many practices over the centuries to help us notice where our lives are moving toward Christ and where they are drifting away. Let me give you one today. It is an old spiritual practice called the examen. And you do not need a book. You do not need an app. You do not need an hour.

Find a few quiet minutes once a day. Maybe before bed. Maybe first thing in the morning. Maybe sitting in your car before you walk into the house. Become still. Let the last day pass through your mind. And ask yourself two questions. First ask: Where was God’s presence unmistakably near?

Maybe it was joyful. Maybe someone made you laugh, you noticed beauty, or experienced kindness. But it might also have been a difficult moment: sitting beside somebody who was hurting, admitting something painful, making it through something you did not think you could endure. Looking back, where was Christ the closest? Give thanks for that.

And then ask the harder question second: Where was I out of step with the way of Christ? Where was I less loving than I want to be? Where did fear control me? Where was I dishonest? Where did I diminish somebody else’s dignity? Where did I protect myself rather than pursue what was true?

Not so that you can beat yourself up. Not so that God can catch you being bad. But so that you may notice where your mouth has said yes and your feet have wandered somewhere else. 

And then pray. Thank God for where grace was visible. Ask forgiveness where it is needed. And ask God for strength over the next twenty-four hours to bring your life a little more fully into alignment with the life of Jesus.

Because the good news of this parable is not that some people are hypocrites and we have finally figured out who they are. The good news is that human beings can change. We can change our minds. We can change direction. We can discover that the road we are walking is not leading toward life and turn around. God’'s grace is not limited by the answer we gave yesterday.

So today the question is not whether you have always said yes to God. And it is not whether your life has always perfectly matched what you believe. Mine certainly has not. The question is simpler: Where are your feet headed now? Are they walking the Way of Christ?

Because Christ is still calling. The vineyard is still there. And whatever we may have said yesterday, today we can get up to go and work alongside Jesus, who is the good vineyard owner who tends to our souls. Amen? 

Sunday, September 20, 2026

“You Have Made Them Equal to Us"

Life is not fair, but God always invites you into the vineyard


Proper 20, Year A

Exodus 16:2-15

Psalm 105:1-6, 37-45 

Philippians 1:21-30

Matthew 20:1-16


©2026 The Rev. Seth Olson


This sermon was delivered on the 17th Sunday after Pentecost at the Episcopal Church of the Holy Apostles in Hoover, AL. A video of the sermon may be found here.


Holy God, may my words be your words, and when my words are not your words, may your people be wise enough to know the same. Amen.


“That’s not fair.” I am fairly certain that is one of the first moral arguments human beings learn how to make. Children say it constantly. Adults mostly learn how to make it sound more sophisticated.


That’s not fair becomes… Why did she get that? Why did he get chosen? Why did they get another chance? Why did I have to work this hard when they seem to have gotten the same thing so easily?


And usually, when we say something is unfair, it is because somebody else seems to have gotten the better end of the deal. We do not very often receive the natural consequences of our own choices and say, “Well, that seems perfectly fair” (that was our Director of Music, Kenny Ganon’s insight at Tuesday Bible Study this week). We usually discover our concern for fairness when we believe somebody else has received too much—or we have received too little.


And of course, this is not a new problem, because in our first reading this morning the Israelites are grumbling in the wilderness. God has liberated them from slavery. God has brought them through the sea. Pharaoh’s army is behind them. They are free. And almost immediately they begin complaining.


“If only we had died in Egypt! At least there we had pots of meat and bread to eat.” Which is an extraordinary thing to say. They have been liberated from bondage, and scarcity has already begun convincing them that perhaps slavery was the better deal.


And God responds in the wilderness by giving them bread. Not because they earned it. Not because they asked politely. Not because they finally demonstrated sufficient faith. God gives them manna because God is God, and God’s people are hungry.


That same anxious arithmetic is happening in Matthew. Our Gospel today does not really begin in chapter 20. It begins a few verses earlier.


A wealthy man comes to Jesus and asks what he must do to inherit eternal life. He has kept the commandments. He has apparently lived an exemplary life. And then he asks Jesus, “What do I still lack?”


There is something almost heartbreaking about that question. Because this is a man who has much, and he assumes fulfillment must depend upon acquiring whatever one thing he still does not possess. But Jesus turns the whole question upside down. The problem is not what he lacks. The problem is what he cannot release. His abundance has become an obstacle.

And when the man walks away grieving, Peter immediately speaks up. Peter, being Peter, essentially says, “Well, Jesus, we did it. We have left everything and followed you.” And then comes the question: “What then will we have?”


There it is again. Israel in the wilderness: What are we going to eat? Peter on the road: What are we going to get? And then Jesus tells a story.


“The kingdom of heaven is like a landowner who went out early in the morning to hire laborers for his vineyard.” He hires some at dawn and agrees to pay them a denarius, the customary wage for a day’s labor. Then he goes back out around nine. Then noon. Then three. Then five o’clock.

And by that point, I think we are supposed to begin wondering about the landowner. 


What kind of vineyard owner keeps doing this? Surely if he needed this many workers, he could have hired them all in the morning. Depending on the time of year, by five o’clock there may not even be enough daylight left to make another worker worth hiring. And yet he keeps going back. Again. And again. And again. Looking for people who have not yet been brought into the vineyard.


And when he finds them, he asks why they have been standing there all day. Their answer is simple: “Because no one has hired us.” Not because they were lazy. Not because they slept until four. Not because they did not care enough. “No one has hired us.” And the landowner says: “You also go into the vineyard.”


There is something almost foolish about his generosity. It reminds me of the father in another story Jesus tells—the one about a father who keeps watching the road for the son who wandered away. Neither one seems particularly interested in behaving with respectable efficiency. The father runs down the road. The vineyard owner keeps returning to the marketplace. The Kingdom of Heaven, apparently, is full of people who look a little foolish because they simply will not stop looking for someone else to bring home.


Then evening comes, and the landowner does something very deliberate. He tells the manager to pay the workers beginning with the ones who came last. That matters. Because if the people who arrived at dawn had been paid first, they could have taken their denarius and gone home perfectly satisfied. They received exactly what they had been promised. But Jesus makes them stay long enough to watch grace happen to somebody else.


The five-o’clock workers come forward. One denarius. The three-o’clock workers. One denarius. Noon. One denarius. Nine o’clock. One denarius. And by the time the workers who came at dawn step forward, Matthew tells us exactly what has happened inside of them: “They thought they would receive more.”


Of course they did. Wouldn’t we? But they receive one denarius. Exactly what they were promised. Nothing has been taken away from them. The landowner has broken no agreement. And still they grumble, just like the People of Israel in the wilderness.


And then comes the sentence that I think exposes the whole thing, the all-day workers lament: “You have made them equal to us.”


Not: “You cheated us.” Not: “You broke your promise.” Not even: “We cannot survive on what you gave us.” No. “You have made them equal to us.”


That is the wound. They worked longer. They endured the scorching heat. Their labor was real. Their sacrifice was real. But somewhere along the way, their faithful work had become more than work. It had become a claim to status.


We have done more. We have been here longer. We sacrificed more. Therefore we should stand above them.


And suddenly we are no longer talking only about a vineyard. Human beings have always struggled when people we have placed beneath us suddenly stand beside us.


We saw it in this country during integration, when equality before the law felt to many white people like a loss of status. The Church has experienced it in our long and painful struggle to receive LGBTQ people not merely at the edges of Christian community but fully within its sacramental and communal life.


And every generation will discover some new boundary around which we are tempted to say: “Yes, God loves them. But surely not exactly as much as God loves us. Yes, they can come in. But surely they have not earned the same place.”


And friends, that is why this sermon cannot become one about “those” people somewhere else. Because the landowner turns to the grumbling worker and asks: “Are you envious because I am generous?”


The Greek is even sharper: “Is your eye evil because I am good?” The “evil eye” was a familiar way of talking about envy or resentment. And what a question!


Has God’s goodness toward somebody else somehow become evil in my sight? Someone else gets the opportunity. Someone else gets forgiven. Someone else gets welcomed. Someone else gets the second chance. Someone else receives a gift I wanted. And suddenly the grace that filled my own hands feels smaller.


Nothing has changed about the gift—it is my vision that has changed, and comparison has changed it.


A blessing can feel wonderful right up until the moment we discover someone else received one too. And that may be one of the most exhausting ways we live: constantly looking sideways. Who got more? Who deserved less? Who has what I wanted? And, social media has made this exponentially worse.


Maybe that is why Jesus tells this absurd story in which the Kingdom refuses to cooperate with our arithmetic. Now, I do not think that means justice does not matter. I do not think Jesus is giving us a business model or saying employers should ignore fair compensation. The Kingdom is not unjust. But God’s justice is larger than our ledger. And God’s grace refuses to remain inside the machinery of comparative deserving.


Which brings us back to Peter. “We have left everything and followed you. What then will we have?”


I wonder if one answer Jesus gives Peter is: Peter, look around. You are already in the vineyard.


Maybe we become so focused on the denarius at the end of the day that we miss another gift in the story. The first workers got to spend the whole day in the vineyard. They got to tend something alive. They had their hands in the dirt. They shared the water. They watched fruit ripen. They participated in the work of the landowner.


Maybe following Jesus is not merely the price we pay in order to receive something better later. Maybe following Jesus is already part of the gift.

Peter, what will you have? You have Christ, this community, and a share in the work of healing, reconciliation, welcome, forgiveness, and new life. You are already in the vineyard.


And the vineyard owner still goes out. Still search, invites, and finds people who assume it must be too late for them.


People who think they do not have the right résumé. People who believe they have failed too badly, aren’t religious enough, good enough, deserving enough. And the owner keeps saying: “You also go into the vineyard.”


Maybe eventually those of us who arrived early can stop staring over our shoulders at who comes in after us. Maybe we can stop checking what everyone else received. Maybe we can even walk back toward the marketplace with the landowner.


Because there are still people standing there. And there is still work to do.

The scandal of grace is not that God gives us less than we deserve. The scandal is that God refuses to give our neighbors less.


So before we say, “That’s not fair,” perhaps we might look again at the grace already in our own hands. And then look toward the road rejoicing at more workers coming into the vineyard, because it belongs to God, so does the work and the fruit. And thanks be to God—so do we. AMEN.


Trinitarian blessing based on today’s sermon:


May God the Father, whose generosity is wider than our deserving, open your eyes to the grace already in your hands.

May God the Son, who calls us again and again into the vineyard, give you joy in the holy work of love, reconciliation, and welcome.

May God the Holy Spirit free you from envy and comparison, that you may rejoice in the grace given to your neighbor.

And the blessing of God Almighty, the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, be among you and remain with you always. Amen.