Fourth Sunday after Pentecost

June 8, 2008

Sermon by Pastor Joy Bussert

 

            The Holy Gospel according to St. Matthew.  (Matthew 9:9-13, 18-26)

 

As Jesus was walking along, he saw a man called Matthew sitting at the tax booth; and he said to him, “Follow me.”  And he got up and followed him.

            And as he sat at dinner in the house, many tax collectors and sinners came and were sitting with him and his disciples.  When the Pharisees saw this, they said to his disciples, “Why does your teacher eat with tax collectors and sinners?”  But when he heard this, he said, “Those who are well have no need of a physician, but those who are sick.  Go and learn what this means, ‘I desire mercy, not sacrifice.’  For I have come to call not the righteous but the sinners.”

While he was saying these things to them, suddenly a leader of the synagogue came in and knelt before him, saying, “My daughter has just died; but come and lay your hand on her, and she will live.”  And Jesus got up and followed him, with his disciples.  Then suddenly a woman who had been suffering from hemorrhages for twelve years came up behind him and touched the fringe of his cloak, for she said to herself, “If I only touch his cloak, I will be made well.”  Jesus turned, and seeing her he said, “Take heart, daughter; your faith has made you well.”  And instantly the woman was made well.  When Jesus came to the leader’s house and saw the flute players and the crowd making a commotion, he said, “Go away; for the girl is not dead but sleeping.”  And they laughed at him.  But when the crowd had been put outside, he went in and took her by the hand, and the girl got up.  And the report of this spread throughout that district. 

 

The Gospel of the Lord.

 

Please join me in prayer.

 

Our loving and gracious God,

in this Pentecost season we honor the power

of your spirit in healing, redeeming, and making us anew. 

Grant that we too may be your agents of healing for others,

in a world so in need of your love. 

 

Amen.

 

There is an old Talmudic saying that goes like this: “The deeper the sorrow the less tongue it has.”  The deeper of the sorrow the less tongue it has.”

 

From the time a friend of mine in graduate school was a tiny child, she lived with a deep sorrow about which she never spoke.  She lived silently in fear of people, afraid of their reaction, often horror, to a deep-purple and red birthmark that covered nearly the whole of one-half of her face.  Mary could never remember a day when she was not afraid to leave her house just to go outside to a park, or a store, or to church, even to school, where she would have to endure the public humiliation of people’s reaction to her face.  As she got older, she would slip silently and quickly out the door and down to the post office or the store only if she had to, and just as quickly she would silently hurry back home to the safety of privacy behind her doors.

 

From the time she could remember, Mary feared the look on people’s faces as she passed by on the sidewalk.  People did not nod or smile; they stared, or pointed, or quickly looked the other way.  Sometimes children innocently would say things that hurt.  She experienced the human race as cruel and rejecting.  She learned how to avoid strangers by walking by on the other side of the street.  And so Mary, more than most of us, would grow up to know the meaning of this ancient Talmudic saying, “The deeper the sorrow the less tongue it has.”  It was a sorrow suffered in silence and alone. 

 

It wasn’t until she was in her forties that doctors and medical research discovered a new form of laser therapy that could be applied to help fade the purple and red birthmark.  It took many months, and it was very painful, but gradually one treatment after another proved to be effective.  It was tedious, it was expensive, but it worked.  And today Mary can go out into public, like everyone else.  Without fear, without the looks of horror and wonder, without anyone staring, she now talks openly about the pain of growing up feeling marked.  But now she is grateful to the medical profession, to modern research, and to those who made her healing and recovery from years of suffering possible.

 

When a Syrophoenician woman who has been hemorrhaging for years appears, lurking silently in the crowd, in Matthew’s Chapter 9, we know she is suffering a deep sorrow in silence; a sorrow that has kept her isolated from normal human association for years.  No doubt she too has cowered and kept herself covered so as not to be discovered by passersby on the street and in the marketplace.  But here, in the push and shove of a crowd, she has found her way and has followed Jesus and the disciples silently, anonymously, in the hope that if she can just touch the hem of Jesus’ garment she will be healed. 

 

To be out in public at all was an enormous risk.  Yet, it is a risk that she is willing to take to be relieved of her silent suffering.  And so she comes up silently behind Jesus, and she just touches the fringe of the garment.  Jesus turns to see who had touched the hem of his garment behind him.  When Jesus stops and turns to take note of someone, the disciples and others would normally just ignore in this story.  It is at great risk to them for she was an outcast, and to be touched or to touch an outcast was to become, in ancient culture, an outcast yourself.

 

 

Often in the Gospel stories, we are told that Jesus is moved with pitya word in the Greek that connotes compassion.  But not just compassion, compassion combined with anger; literally, a churning in the stomach that is not only compassion for the person’s suffering and isolation, but anger at the cruelty of a society and a law that could treat a fellow or sister human being in such a way; the feeling described as more than a superficial kind of pity or sympathy.

 

Jesus is deeply moved.  And so herewhen Jesus turns to take note of the one who has touched the hem of his garment and speaks to her directly, literally across the boundaries of social custom and legal regulation, and commends the woman for her courageJesus not only restores her to wholeness and health, but literally to normal human society as well.  The one excluded is now included.  What was isolated is now restored to wholeness.  The one who was ignored is acknowledged.  The one scorned can now know human company.  Her life is transformed.  The one rejected has now known acceptance and restoration.

 

Many in the crowd in Jesus’ day would have been surprised and would have objected at a rabbi’s acknowledgment of this outcast.  The fringe of a rabbi’s garment would have looked like the fringe along the bottom of a prayer shawl that we see Orthodox Jews wearing yet today.  To touch an outcast or to let an outcast touch that fringe was a serious violation of the law.  And so for Jesus to turn and heal this woman would have been a tremendous act of mercy that stood outside the boundaries of all conventional custom.

 

It is surprising, it is curious, until we remember that this Jesus, this Savior, is not one bent on accumulating popular followers for himself, but for the work of God’s kingdom of love, compassion, healing, and mercy in the world.

 

In the end, this is not a Messiah on his way to greatness, but a teacher and preacher of love on his way to the cross.  In the end, this is not a love that will be a crowd- pleaser for long, but a love that will take him and those who stay with him to Golgotha.  And for this Messiah, the restoration of only one person suffering in silence, more than the ooohs and aahs of one thousand fickle admirers pushing and shoving to see miracles in Galilee, is worth the risk for the kingdom.

 

In the end, the love that Jesus brings is not a show for the masses but a quiet and attentive love that is intensely personal and uniquely individual.  The crowds will come and go, but only a few will remain faithful.  Many will hear, but only a few will follow.  To Jesus, the one truly restored and transformed is infinitely more precious and valuable than the hundred who go through the motions of discipleship but will disappear.  The one outcast, the one sinner, the one lost sheep, these are the ones most precious in God’s eyes.

 

 

 

            In her beautiful book, “In Search of Our Mother’s Garden,” author Alice Walker tells of how one day her little daughter Rebecca once touched and transformed her wounded eye. 

 

Ever since a childhood accident with a toy gun that left Walker scarred and blinded in one eye, she had suffered humiliation and cruelty all her life, from those who made fun of her disability.  Throughout her childhood and adult life, she tells that she hid herself behind feelings of inadequacy and lived in constant fear of people noticing the ugly white, cloudy fragments of scar tissue that had settled in streaks across the bluish background of her blinded eye.  But, most of all, she feared the day when her little one would grow up, her little Rebecca would first notice that her mother’s eyes were different from other people. 

 

But then one day, Walker tells us in her book, that she has just put Rebecca down for a nap, just after the little girl has watched her favorite movie that shows a blue and white globe of the world whirling through space.  “Rebecca studied my face intently,” Walker writes, “as we stood, her inside and me outside her crib.  She even held my face maternally between her dimpled little hands.  Then looking every bit as serious and lawyer-like as her father, she said, as if it may just possibly have slipped my attention, ‘Mommy, there’s a world in your eye!’  ‘Mommy, where did you get that world in your eye?’”

 

With one simple observation, Rebecca had cut through all the years of humiliation. What was once an ugly scar now became a world.  Nothing had changed, but everything had been transformed, simply because a child touched and saw a scar through the eyes of love.  And it was from that moment on that Walker marks the beginning of her healing and her journey out of self‑hatred and into the place that makes her the writer and the poet that she is for all of us today.

 

If this season of Pentecost is about the Spirit of God at work in our lives and in our hearts, it is also about the Spirit of God working in us for the sake of others, for the healing of the world, enabling us to see the world and others, scars and all, in new and redeeming ways; seeing with eyes of faith, seeing others in the light of the Savior, seeing the world with new visions for loving and with new opportunities for mercy.

 

Amen.