Sunday, July 1, 2018

Extending Life*



13th Sunday in Ordinary Time
(Pentecost 6B)
Mark 5:21-43
(homily preached at St Stephen's Episcopal Church, New Harmony, Indiana)

Mark has this habit…
perhaps it is better to call it a storytelling convention…
Of sandwiching one story inside another.
When he does this, 
he is telling us that these stories
depend on each other for their fullest meaning…
They mean so much more TOGETHER than they do APART

There is all kinds of trouble in this text
Most obvious
We have two female characters
One girl…Jarius’ daughter…
in the outer story…the sandwich bread if you will
And the hemorrhaging woman
in the inner story…the meat, cheese and fixins
And they are both, desperate for healing

Jarius’ daughter is a flat character…she doesn’t speak or even move until the very end.  
It is her father, the synagogue official, 
who is beside himself with worry and grief 
These stories are about Jarius and The Woman 
Each with their staccato-like litany of desperation:

For Jairus:  he arrives, he sees, he falls to his knees, he begs…and begs
the picture is of pure desperation

Then Jesus’ response to Jairus’ desperation is interrupted by another desperation
Again, there is a litany…
·      She has been living with a flow of blood for 12 years
·      She has suffered at the hands of physicians
·      She spent all that she had to address it
·      She gained no benefit
·      And…she went from bad to worse
And after this litany of sufferings…
·      she GRABBEDhis garment.

These two are in trouble
They both do the unheard of

Synagogue officials don’t beg…they don’t fall to their knees
Bleeding women, let alone constantly bleeding women,
don’t wiggle into crowds and they definitely don’t touch!

These two are flirting with trouble

AND there is side-stage trouble too:
It seems pretty clear that the disciples are giving Jesus a little lip
A little back-talk:
You SEE all this crowd---and you still say ‘who touched me?’
---are you sick or something?

And when Jesus finally reaches Jairus’ home 
and there’s all that practiced ritual wailing going on…
and he states that she is sleeping
there is more trouble
The crowd laughs/jeers…it is a nasty word…they look at each other snickering…
‘he thinks she’s sleeping…doesn’t he know DEAD when he sees DEAD?
…again his sanity is in question

First century taboos are easy for us to identify and maybe even joke about
But we have them…
Certainly there are places we JUST don’t go
People we JUST don’t mingle with
Thoughts we JUST don’t think
TV shows WE just don’t watch (or admit to watching)

There are all sorts of boundaries we JUST don’t cross!
Most of the time I settle a little off-stage so I can WATCH others cross boundaries 

Jesus sets out with Jairus
He has no intention to dally
And then something singular happens
Something that happens nowhere else in the Gospels
Someone steals a healing

This woman is not supposed to be where she is
She is hiding in the crowd hoping that everyone is fixated on Jesus 
so that she can Grab n’ Go
She touches/Grabs his garment…her bleeding stops…her body is healed
…time to sneak away…BUT…she is found out
Jesus, in tune with His body…says, 
“Whoa…I felt that…Who touched me?”
Not in accusation but in wonderment.

This woman, 
She never wanted to be the center of attention.
She would never have been welcomed in the crowd
She wasn’t supposed to touch anybody
She wasn’t supposed to be there

She wasn’t afraid of Jesus
 She was afraid of the crowd

I love this part because
From Jesus’ perspective this healing isn’t done
Maybe you can steal a healing
But wholeness and restoration comes through relationship!
This healing is not complete
There is more…

Jesus calls her daughter, publicly
he praises her faith, publicly
he restores her to life in his family, publicly
She doesn’t have to hide anymore 
She can live in public

And there is grace for everyone
For a new daughter, 
for a crowd no longer in fear of touching, 
for disciples who begin to realize how much they have to learn

And Grace for Jairus too
Taking the risk
Crossing boundaries
His faith is affirmed in public
Wailing is replaced by feeding…Give her something to eat!
A family is restored 

At the very end of this text
We are told…in parentheses
Oh yeah…by the way…she was twelve years old

Every word counts in Mark
This is important
The girl was born when the woman started bleeding
The woman had been shedding her life for twelve years
Blood = Life
The Girl…just at the point of womanhood
Just as she is entering into her life-giving potential 
she is threatened with death.
These stories are about extending life.

The woman-----And Jarius
Step out of the crowd
That stepping out is an act of faith

Stepping out of the crowd…whatever that might look like at any given time
Stepping out…Is the way we participate in Extending Life

This morning, I suppose because she isn’t here…I thought of Sally
And her cards…
And how that is one way she steps out and extends life
She extends her life into whoever is on the receiving end of her card ministry

Especially this week…once again
It becomes obvious
Our world
Our country
This community
We all need more LIFE

And the good news is that we have it to give
When that ‘woman-turned-daughter’ steals a healing
Jesus doesn’t worry about his supply, he isn’t worried about running out
There is always more because the source is the endless love of God

A week and a half ago, I had a free Wednesday 
and so I was able to act as chauffeur for Dr. Beth. 
Let me tell you…She covers quite a bit of ground on Wednesdays!

I am not sure who stepped out and who stepped in 
Who gave LIFE and who received LIFE on that Wednesday
---but there were lively exchanges

What I do know is that Dr. Beth’s Wednesday was a response to Jesus’ command:
Give her, something to eat!

On behalf of this community
Beth extended communion
She extended THIS
She shared THIS prayer
And THIS warmth and THE endless passing of peace;)
She assured those separated from this community
That they are tethered to the life-giving heartbeat of this PRAYING crowd.

That’s what these two stories speak of.  
Extending life!
seeking and receiving and imparting the blessings of Jesus’ touch.  

These two stories belong together
They mean more together
Than they do apart

And like these stories…we belong together…here, in the hospital, 
at Premiere, sick at home…
Like these stories
WE MEAN more together than we do apart!

In the Eucharist
Jesus gives us ‘something to eat’
He shares his very life with us
And in our sharing we are invited to go and do the same
We are invited to Extend Life







Friday, June 22, 2018

...saved souls in heaven together

Friday of Week 11 in Ordinary Time
St. Thomas More, Martyr (1469-1535)


I still remember the first time I watched the film “A Man for All Seasons.” It is one you keep coming back to.  I think it is the conviction…no, not just the conviction but the ethos behind the conviction…that makes me wonder.  The movie poster is a kind of icon of this ethos: Thomas, in a firm, but soft stance.  King Henry VIII, mouth wide open and forceful, hands powerfully on hips.

When in prison, Thomas More composed the following prayer which has since been given the title, A Prayer for Our Enemies.  I am hard-pressed to name ‘enemies’, certainly none keen to behead.  But I love the humility and genuine love that Thomas More has for his very real enemies.  And I can see how praying this prayer might help me break down my own barriers that close me off from those who I am quick to ignore, belittle or condemn.  

Read it slowly...the language needs our pause.

Almighty God,
Have mercy on --- and ---,
            and on all that bear me evil will,
            and would me harm,
            and their faults and mine together
                        by such easy, tender, merciful means
                        as thine infinite best can devise;
            vouchsafe to amend and redress
                        and make us saved souls in heaven together,
            where we may ever live in love together
                        with thee and thy blessed saints,
            O glorious Trinity,
            for the bitter passion of our sweet Saviour Christ.  Amen.

Lord, give me patience in tribulation and grace in everything,
            to conform my will to thine,
            that I may truly say: “Fiat voluntas tua, sicut in caelo et in terra”.
                                                             
(Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven)

The things, good Lord,
            that I pray for,
            give me thy grace to labour for.  Amen.

                        

Tuesday, June 5, 2018

Welcoming Exhortation

Tuesday of Week 8 in Ordinary Time
1 Peter 1:10-16


Making me a little better…an everyday ask…an everyday miracle on offer


Reading this passage from 1 Peter called to mind the Pope's recent Apostolic Exhortation:





Rejoice and Be Glad! 

We are all called to be holy by living our lives with love and by bearing witness in everything we do, wherever we find ourselves. Are you called to the consecrated life? Be holy by living out your commitment with joy. Are you married? Be holy by loving and caring for your husband or wife, as Christ does for the Church. Do you work for a living? Be holy by labouring with integrity and skill in the service of your brothers and sisters. Are you a parent or grandparent? Be holy by patiently teaching the little ones how to follow Jesus. Are you in a position of authority? Be holy by working for the common good and renouncing personal gain.

Let the grace of your baptism bear fruit in a path of holiness. Let everything be open to God; turn to him in every situation. Do not be dismayed, for the power of the Holy Spirit enables you to do this, and holiness, in the end, is the fruit of the Holy Spirit in your life (cf. Gal 5:22-23). When you feel the temptation to dwell on your own weakness, raise your eyes to Christ crucified and say: “Lord, I am a poor sinner, but you can work the miracle of making me a little bit better”. 

Sunday, June 3, 2018

Stretch Out Your Hands*

2nd Sunday of Pentecost
Year B
Mark 2:23-3:6
(plucking grains and withered hands)



My first reaction, 
and I suspect that some of you might share this…
My first reaction to this gospel reading was 
…a tab bit smug
Those Pharisees!  
What a rigid lot!

Those Pharisees
Those church going
Institution protecting
Rule honoring good-ole-boys

But with only a smidgen of imagination
I AM a Pharisee!
My friends, aren’t we all the Pharisees?
21stcentury Pharisees? 
                                                                                                                  
I hope so!  I’m okay with that!
Not only okay…happy even!

The problem is not being a Pharisee
The problem is being a Pharisee made of concrete!

About 4 years ago
When I was working a night shift at the hospital
(which meant that I was the only Chaplain in-the-house)
I got that dreaded page: 
“Please come to ---,
The room number is a giveaway
A young couple has lost their baby
Stillborn at 33 weeks
She had a name
She had a crib
There was a nursery waiting with a fresh coat of paint

But before I say any more
I have to back up
You have to know how I feel about Baptism
I love Baptism
I love preparing couples to bring their children to Baptism
I did that for years when I was on staff at my former Parish
I love celebrating Baptism in the midst of the Sunday congregation
Listen!  
I have Power Points (really good power points) and handouts!

We had talked about this in the Chaplain Residency Training program I took for a year.
I remember saying (with robust conviction) 
how wrong it was to Baptize a baby who had died.
Sacraments are for the living!!!
I have Good Sacramental Theology on my side!
Did you hear me?  
I have really really good Power Points!
(and handouts;)

My pager went off
The nurse shared what she knew
The couple weren’t really ‘church-going’
But they were open to a chaplain visit.
In that very quiet hospital room
This grieving and very quiet…all-cried-out… couple
Were holding their stillborn baby girl

There we were
Just sitting in a kind of comfortable and reverent silence
It seemed to last a long time
And finally
They spoke
They simply asked if we could baptize their precious daughter.

It took me a few seconds to realize 
This was NOT a catechetical moment
My really really good power point…and my handouts…were useless!

In the face of this small and devastated family…
I was stuck
The Holy Spirit…at least I believe it was the Holy Spirit…
took control of my mouth and said, of course.

Now…Sacraments ARE for the Living
And my Power Point is still REALLY REALLY good

But right or wrong, for me
In that moment
With that family
And that baby
Pouring water
And praying that ancient formula
Was the only response my body could make 

I LOVE the order that law and tradition give
But law and tradition are not the end
  in and of themselves
And throughout the history of the Jewish people
…through the prophet and on through the history of the church
We…
   Institutions and people…
   Living…not made of concrete
have always needed
Renewal
Correction
Adjustment
…like being put back in place

Have you ever been PUT IN YOUR PLACE???
I have
Plenty of times
By Mrs Walsh my 3rdgrade teacher
By my brother, my daughter…
Certainly by a boss or two…
But the thing I conveniently forget is why?
Surely…there was a bit of reform/adjustment that needed to happen.

Jesus is putting the Sabbath…
And by extension
The larger tradition
Back in place 
Not because Jesus is anti-law or tradition
Jesus loves the Sabbath
Jesus is a good Jew
Jesus is anything BUT stuck in concrete

Jesus wants to put the Sabbath back in its place
As a gift
Not a threat

I want to be a 
‘Sabbath is made for Humankind’ kind of person
I want a vision that sees
God as gift-giving
That the Sabbath is a gift embedded in the very act of creation itself.

But what seems to creep in
Like the invisible force of gravity
What seems to happen is that I get the Sabbath-God equation turned around
I turn it into a threat when I creep into thinking that
I am made for the Sabbath

The equation gets turned around 
Sabbath isn’t a gift from God to God’s creation
But a test 
A test…so that God might know how I measure up
A test…to check my level of holiness…of purity… 
A test of…acceptability
Slowly my gift giving God becomes a ‘Pass…Or else!’ God

Jesus puts Sabbath in its place
Others did the same thing before him
The God of this theology is Love, 
And Love is always freely given…or it’s just not love.


God doesn’t need the Sabbath---WE DO
God doesn’t need to be schooled in GIFTING---WE DO
God doesn’t need a life-giving example to follow---WE DO!      

And here we are
Good 21stCentury Pharisees…not made of concrete
I know that because we are here!
Here…where we come to meet God…sacramentally
…not limited to here but ritually and sacramentally here!

HERE
In each other
And in us as one body
In the Holy Scripture
In the bread and wine
And in our sharing

We come here to remember
Our Baptism
To remember
Being made in the image and likeness of a gift-giving God

God gifts us the Sabbath 
and it’s call to rest, 
and the tasty grain asking to be plucked,
and the words of invitation and healing
“Stretch out your hand”

Jesus says to the man with the withered hand
‘Stretch out your hand’
He invites the man
He invites US

When we process to celebrate communion
We are asked
To ‘stretch out our hands’
Whatever is withered
Whatever is withering
Offer it
Open it
BRING IT ON
Stretch it out to be healed
And made whole

And this 
My friends 
PUTS US IN OUR PLACE
Our right and proper
And life-giving place
And from that place
To go and ‘do this in memory of me’