“Anyone who loves his life loses it; anyone who hates his life in this world will keep it for the eternal life.”
What can it mean to say that you, and I, must “hate [our lives] in this world”?
Well, the first thing to make clear, I think, is that we are not being asked to hate ourselves, but rather our lives in this world. But perhaps this merely kicks the can down the road, as it were. Because we are then forced to wonder in what way are we ourselves, and our lives in this world, able to be separated?
Surely, hating our lives is no different from hating ourselves. Our life in this world is all we’ve got, after all.
I want to suggest two ways in which we might be able to think and talk about ‘hating our lives in this world’ which do not mean that we must end up hating ourselves.
And this is important, because hating ourselves is not a good thing!
The second part of the great commandment, that commandment on which, Jesus told us, hang all the law and the prophets, is that we should love our neighbours as ourselves.
This is a truly profound insight into the nature of what human beings are like. If we hate ourselves, we will inevitably end up hating our neighbours as well. We cannot love our neighbours if we do not first love ourselves.
So, let me repeat the question.
How can we hate our lives, without hating ourselves?
The first of my two possible answers grows directly out of today’s gospel reading. But in order to see it, we have to understand something about the context in which Jesus was speaking.
Jesus has arrived in Jerusalem for the feast of the Passover. This is the high point of the year for Jewish believers, and our gospel reading today opens with the request of “some Greeks” to see Jesus.
But these are Greeks who, although not Hebrews, are religious Jews in the sense that they follow the Jewish religion, and that is why they have also come to Jerusalem for the festival.
And so Jesus is talking to “the Jews” when he speaks about losing the life that we love.
And the life that the Jews in general, and the scribes and the Pharisees in particular, loved so much was their life as Jews, their laws as handed to them by Moses, their traditions, and their conviction that they were special.
The chosen people of God. Exclusive. Pure. Unique.
And suddenly, here is the man who claims to be the pinnacle of Jewish history, the one they have been anticipating all these years. The Messiah.
And to their horror and disbelief, the Messiah who they’ve been excitedly expecting to be the person who confirms all their sense of specialness, of superiority, of chosen-ness, is telling them that they have got it all wrong.
That as Jesus says, as the passage we heard closes, “when I am lifted up from the earth, I shall draw all [people] to myself.” Not, note, all Jewish people to myself. All people.
And this is the life that Jesus challenges his Jewish listeners to give up, to lose. The life of exclusive entitlement. The life of narrow adherence to legalities and prohibitions. A life that is exclusively focused on this world.
And if they are willing to hate this life, and instead embrace the life that Jesus offers them, then they will experience eternal life, life in all its fullness.
And this challenge to the Jews of Jesus’ time is also the challenge that Jesus lays before us, in our time.
Are we willing to hate our lives or, in other words, are we prepared to throw away all our assumptions, and prejudices, and received wisdoms, and sense of entitlement, in order to serve our Lord, to follow him, so that God our father will honour us?
It is, indeed, a very big ask. It is challenging us to question our very identities. Just as the Jews were asked to question their identity as special, and exclusively chosen, so we are called to question our identities.
Our identities as members of the world’s rich elite, which all of us in this church are, no matter how much we might think we are poor relative to others we might know.
Our identities as Christians tempted to look down on those who are not.
Our identities as passionate supporters of Brexit. Or, perhaps, equally passionate opponents of Brexit.
But whatever identity we might hold on to as a precious part of ourselves, we must be prepared to throw it away and follow Jesus.
And what’s the second way in which we might hate our lives without ending up hating ourselves in the process?
Well, our identity is something to do with the totality of how we see ourselves, our over-arching sense of who we think we are.
But even if we love ourselves in general, as it were, we all have aspects of ourselves that we don’t like. Aspects, perhaps, that we hate.
And this more limited self-hatred can also begin to spill over into the rest of our lives. It can begin to make us hate ourselves bit by bit.
And then we will find it impossible to love our neighbours.
What can we do to prevent the little self-hatreds, that we all suffer, from becoming an all-consuming self-hate that will cut us off from God and neighbour?
Well, we can take advantage of the sacrament of reconciliation that I’ll be offering after mass today, for any that want it.
It’s often, I think, rather misunderstood. It might perhaps feel more like a recipe for creating self-hatred rather than curing it!
But, in truth, it is a simple, and a beautiful, process. It’s an opportunity to name, to express, those things which we don’t like about ourselves. To lay them before Jesus, and to receive his assurance that he loves us despite our own self-contempt, or self-criticism.
It’s not supposed to be a memory test of every particular thing we’ve done wrong.
God is not especially interested in the fact that we may have eaten two cream cakes this week despite the fact that we gave them up for Lent.
But he is interested if our giving in to those cream cakes has made us feel useless, incapable of keeping our word to ourselves, and perhaps to others as well.
Jesus knows, as St Paul knew in his letter to the Romans, that for all of us it is true that “I do not do the good I want, but the evil I do not want is what I do”.
And that knowledge of our inherent frailty, our inherent inability to carry out our own good intentions, can be corrosive, undermining our self-belief and making it harder for us to love ourselves, and thus to love our neighbours.
The sacrament of reconciliation is like a welcoming bench on a steep mountain climb.
An opportunity to gain perspective, and to put down our self-imposed burdens for a moment and listen to the voice of our Lord telling us that if he loves us, as he most certainly does, then we can surely love ourselves too.
So it’s nothing to be afraid of, nothing to be embarrassed about; but everything to look forward to, and to be grateful for. Grateful to be reminded once again that Jesus promises us that “my yoke is easy, and my burden is light”.
To put it simply – come to confession, and give yourself a break!