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So, I stopped carrying the picture.  To be honest, I was a little bit ashamed of that "old treasure" and what it represented.
 
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Meanwhile, my step-father (who was a kind and thoughtful man, if ever there was one, and had been playing the part of father to me since I was two years old) offered to adopt me.  I eagerly accepted, and took on a new name.  A new identity, which I treasured (and still do).

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Matthew 13:51-53 (GNV)

51 Jesus said unto them, Understand ye all these things? They said unto him, Yea, Lord. 52 Then said he unto them, Therefore every Scribe which is taught unto the kingdom of heaven, is like unto an householder, which bringeth forth out of his treasure things both new and old. 53 And it came to pass, that when Jesus had ended these parables, he departed thence.

Jesus & His Pair of Bowls: Treasures New and Old

Please forgive me if I seem a little tired this morning. A few of my neighbors came over yelling loudly and banging on our door at two o'clock this morning. Can you believe it? Two o'clock in the morning? Fortunately for them, I was still up, practicing my bagpipes.

Today is Reformation Sunday--the day when we remember and celebrate the Reformed, Scottish heritage that gave birth to the Presbyterian movement. In some ways, this is for us, what St. Patrick's day is for Irish Catholics: You may not have any particular Scottish ancestry, but if you're a Presbyterian, today you are part of our clan--part of a family and a proud tradition that spans the globe and stretches back for hundreds of years.

Today is also the last sermon in our series on the parables of Jesus, and today's parable, although very short, is my favorite one. In fact, this parable has been, for me, a sort of guiding light throughout my years as a pastor. Today's scripture passage is printed on the back of my business cards, and has been my "life verse" for most of my adult life.

It's a relatively simple parable: First, Jesus compares his followers to scribes (Gr. γραμματεύς), basically those who are educated in the ways of the Kingdom of Heaven, which (as we've seen in all the parables) is shorthand for the teachings of Jesus. Those who have received this education in parables, he says, are like householders (the head of a household) who bring forth from their treasures, or use in their teaching, things both new and old. And then he ends his parables and leaves.

Who are we in this parable? Like last week, there's really only one option, since there's only one character in the parable: We are the ones who have heard the teachings of Jesus; we are the scribes, the educated ones. As we share and spread those teachings, we are the householders who make use of both what is new AND what is old among our treasures.

What are those treasures, new and old? I can't answer that question for you, but I can share a few stories from my own life and experience.

When I was a child--I think from around the time I was eight years old until I was about fifteen, I carried with me everywhere I went a little treasure: It was a photocopied picture that I had taped with scotch tape into a little metal frame about the size of my pocket. It was a picture of a castle in Scotland--Huntingtower castle--that I had been told was the castle of my ancestors in Scotland, the Ruthven clan. For those who don't know this, the name on my birth certificate is "Ira Cornelius Ruthven." Neal is short for Cornelius, and I changed my last name to Locke when my step-father adopted me as a teenager. More on that later.

I carried around this picture of a castle, because, well...it was a castle. It was somehow MY castle, and to a young boy who loved to read about King Arthur and the knights of the round table, that was pretty cool. My ancestors were earls of Scotland. And they had a castle! As I grew older, I researched read about the Ruthven clan in Scottish history.

Imagine my surprise to find out they were notorious rabble rousers--the bad guys in most of the stories about them. When King James the IVth of Scotland (who later became the King James connected to the King James Bible) was a boy, the Ruthvens kidnapped him and held him for ransom in their castle. In the year 1600, after repeated plots against King James, the Ruthven Lords were caught, hung, then beheaded, drawn and quartered, stripped of all their titles, their lands confiscated (including the castle) and they were banished from Scotland forever.

So, I stopped carrying the picture. To be honest, I was a little bit ashamed of that "old treasure" and what it represented.

Meanwhile, my step-father (who was a kind and thoughtful man, if ever there was one, and had been playing the part of father to me since I was two years old) offered to adopt me. I eagerly accepted, and took on a new name. A new identity, which I treasured (and still do).