The Parable of the Workers in the Vineyard

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Betty

The Parable of the Workers in the Vineyard.
A retelling of Matthew 20:1-16

I picture one of the laborers in this parable as young, slight of stature and dressed in a tattered tunic. It is possible he has a defect which would cast him into the lowest social status. The labor market in first century Jerusalem would have been dismal. Would he have a family? I think so, and that makes his plight all the more intense. I call him Samuel. So let’s take a look at the parable through the eyes of this young man. On the way to the market place, Samuel prayed that he would be chosen for work this day, as he did every day but the Sabbath. It was the season for dressing vines, and a greater need for workers. Samuel flexes his hand. If only he could afford the dressers knife, the landowners would look more favorably upon him. Samuel started to run until his limp tripped him up.

The first landowner arrived and pointed only to those men who carried their own tools. He looked past Samuel as if he didn’t exist. There will be others. Today was Samuel’s day.

The next landowner arrived. Samuel pulled himself up to stand tall and straight. Just as the landowner turned his way, other laborers shoved Samuel behind them. Time and again Samuel was overlooked. By mid morning, only a dozen men, Samuel among them, remained to wait in the hot sun with little hope of another landowner arriving to seek workers. Samuel could not face his wife and tell her to boil the same bone for soup that she had use all week. His children, with their sad, bulging eyes and thin limbs, wait for him to bring bread for their empty bellies. Samuel wanted to cry out, “Lord, why do you abandon me and my family? Do you hate me because I am not perfect?”

When the sun was highest in the sky, Samuel left his companions to wander the market place. He sniffed pungent spices and drooled over displays of fresh produce. His nose led him to a baker who had just pulled fresh bread from his oven. “Please sir, could you spare a loaf for my children? They are hungry for I have had no work this week.”

The merchant shook his fist. “Get lost you wretched bum!”

Samuel kicked at the dirt on the cobbled street toward the spot where landowners sought hirelings. His heart sank when he saw only five laborers left. Samuel ran to them. “Where did the others go?”

“The same landowner came and took six. We stepped away. Just as we returned, we saw them leave. We ran but were too late.”

Samuel’s legs folded under him, and he fell to the ground. He jabbed his elbows into his knees and dropped his head into his hands. His breaths came in jagged gasps. Even a few coppers for a few hours work would buy bread. He whispered under his breath, “Lord, where are you? Why do you not hear my prayers? No landowner will come at this late hour. I can’t go home. I can’t face my children.”

As the sun reached midway in the afternoon sky, Samuel left to fill his water skin. When he returned, only two men remained. When he heard the same landowner had returned and hired three more of the laborers, Samuel pounded his fist into his hand and mumbled to himself. “The Lord has no need for me or my children.”

Shadows lengthened toward evening. Samuel stood and began to pace. He would have to tell his wife and children he had failed, that they would be without food yet another day. He gulped to swallow his anger and disappointment and turned to pace the other direction. His heart leaped to see a man dressed in expensive robes walked toward Samuel and the other two unemployed men, the same landowner who had taken the other laborers.

“Why are you standing here idle all day?” the landowner asked.

“Because no one has hired us,” the three men said. Their eyes begged to the landowner.

“You also will go to work in my vineyard.”

Samuel pulled on his earlobe in disbelief. This man wants us to work in his vineyard at this late hour? Why? The wages would be minimal. Would it be enough to by a loaf of bread? It would be more than he had earned all week.

The workers already in the field eyed these three latecomers. Samuel shrugged away disdainful looks for the Lord had answered his prayers. Samuel trimmed vine after vine using his bare hands with great skill and speed to prove his worth to the landowner. The hour passed quickly. Too soon, the manager called the workers together to receive their pay. Samuel stayed at the back of the crowd. It would be disrespectful to move ahead of those who had worked all day.

The manager barked. “Those that came in last, come forward to receive your pay.”

Samuel, with is two companions, walked forward with their heads hung low. They dared not look at the others who deserved to be paid first. This unusual landowner went against customs. Samuel held out his hand, and the landowner dropped a coin into his palm. When Samuel held up his pay into the late sun light, the silver coin sparkled. He was certain his eyes deceived him—a denarius, pay for a full day’s work.

When others received the same pay, a grumble echoed through the workers picked first. “These last worked only one hour, and you have made them equal to us who have borne the burden of the day and the scorching heat.”

The landowner said, “Friend, I am doing you no wrong: did you not agree with me for the usual daily wage? Take what belongs to you and go; I choose to give to this last the same as I give to you. Am I not allowed to do what I choose with what belongs to me? Or are you envious because I am generous?”

 
Some things to think about:

Would you have been as persistent at this young man to wait when he knew there was little hope of finding work? How does this tie in with your faith, especially if your prayers seem to go unanswered?

How would you have reacted to the generous landowner?

Have you had an experience where someone was unexpectedly generous to you? How did it affect your own generosity to others?

©Betty Scheetz