13th Sunday of Ordinary Time
June 28, 2015
Mark 5: 21-43
Iona College, New Rochelle, N.Y.
“He said to her, ‘Daughter, your faith has
saved you. Go in peace and be cured of
your affliction’” (Mark 5: 34).
Interesting point in this long gospel
narrative: Mark gives us the name of one
of the characters. That doesn’t happen
very often. Why did the oral tradition
by which the stories of Jesus were handed down, until the evangelists wrote
some of them down in an organized fashion, preserve the name of Jairus, the
synagog official? Obviously we can’t
know because the evangelists didn’t keep a record of their sources (even tho
they didn’t have any e-mail to destroy) the way someone like David McCullogh
does when he tells us the story of the Brooklyn Bridge or the Wright Brothers. He provides information about all his
sources, and you could go and look at them yourself.
If you were Jairus or a member of his
household, wouldn’t what you saw Jesus do turn you into one of his
followers? We might guess that Jairus
became a leader in the early Christian community in Galilee—one of those very
ancient communities whose continued existence in Israel, Palestine, and across
the Middle East has become so precarious.
We might also guess that when Mark composed his Gospel there were people
around who remembered Jairus and his family and could vouch for the veracity of
so specific a story, as there are people alive today who knew Orville Wright—he
died the year I was born (I didn’t know him)—and who could confirm some of the
things that David McCullough writes about him in his new book.
There was another new book out last
week. Well, not precisely a book, but a
longish essay entitled Laudato si’. One of the urgent themes of Francis’s
encyclical was that we have a serious moral obligation to take care of the
earth because it belongs to all of us, and when a few wealthy people or wealthy
nations ravish the earth for their own benefit, they are destroying what
belongs to the poor, what is the heritage, the God-given heritage, of every
person. If we truly want to care for the
poor, we must act to preserve the earth—its water, its air, its other
resources—and make them more readily available to all our brothers and sisters,
all God’s children.
For saying that, Pope Francis is dismissed
by some (most of whom, I dare say, haven’t actually read the encyclical) as a
socialist, a communist, a dreamer, someone out of touch with reality. And, they say, he should stick to religion
and not get involved in politics or science.
It’s an embarrassment that some of our Catholic candidates for President
are saying that! (Most of them don’t
know that the Pope was a scientist—a chemist—before he entered the
seminary.) In other words, religion
doesn’t have to do with real life, with real people, with basic issues of life
and death, right and wrong, human dignity, human rights. Religion is OK in church, but not in the
office, the market, the school, the highway, the factory, the mine, the fields.
But Francis takes his religion from Jesus,
not from the Communist Manifesto or
the Wall Street Journal. What do we see and hear Jesus doing today?
1st, Jesus deals with real people and their
real problems. We see him doing that
thruout the gospels, of course. Here
it’s a woman—age not given, but perhaps what we might call middle-aged—who’s
been sick for 12 years, seriously sick, and not only not helped by doctors but
even made worse by them (it seems). And
it’s a dying little girl and her frantic father.
2d, these are the very marginalized people
that Francis tells us that we have to be concerned about. These are the nobodies, the unclean, of
Jewish society in the 1st century—not the only ones, we know; there are also
the lepers and the prostitutes, and Jesus dealt with their illnesses too (of
body and soul). These are the people on
the periphery of society.
The woman in the crowd is a 2d-class
citizen precisely because she’s a woman (as we still see across much of the
Middle East). She’s also unclean because
of her hemorrhages. So she has to sneak
up on Jesus. She can’t risk public
attention. Well, that didn’t work out
too well! But it did work out because
Jesus felt her touch—her touch among all “the crowd pressing upon” him
(5:31). Her touch was singular—as is
every one of us, rich or poor, male or female, young or old. Jesus feels for each of us, and Jesus offers
us the kind of healing that we need—which is far more than the healing of a
physical ailment. And then he addresses
her as “Daughter,” a women who may well have been older than he (altho we don’t
know this as a fact). He restores her to
a place in God’s family, or reminds her that she has that place as a gift from
God. As do we all, thanks to the healing
touch of Jesus whenever we reach out to him in prayer and sacraments and
Scripture. In fact, in our prayer tonite
we alluded to that: “O God, through the
grace of adoption you chose us to be children of light.” God has adopted us, made us his daughters and
sons!
Raising the daughter of Jairus (James Tissot) |
Jairus’s daughter is a child, with even
less social status than the woman.
Remember how the apostles tried to shoo the children away from
Jesus? And Jairus’s daughter is
dead. The dead, too, are unclean. Jesus shouldn’t touch a female, and he
shouldn’t touch a corpse. But “he took
the child by the hand” (5:41). No one is
beyond the reach of Jesus. No one is
beyond his care. Not even the dead are
beyond his reach, because “the girl arose immediately and walked around”
(5:42). Jesus’ action prefigures the
ultimate cure, the ultimate healing, for which we all long.
Jesus cares for society’s least. He reaches out to them and lifts them
up. We know from what else the gospels
tell us that he’s able to do these sorts of things because he’s perfectly in
tune with his Father, perfectly reflects the Father’s will. And we also know that it’s the Father’s will
that we allow Jesus to heal us of our own wounds and sins and then do our best
to be like Jesus: united with our Father
thru a lively spiritual life and doing the works of Jesus in our daily lives,
especially for the poor, the marginalized, those whom society has forgotten or
shoved aside.
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