It feels good to be back in the pulpit here at St. Martins. For those who have known me to preach extemporaneously, I have finally come to that place in life when I am beginning to lose words. So I will be working from a text so that you won’t have wait for my brain to cough up the right word. It will make the sermon shorter!!!
I would like for us to look at the Gospel reading for today. It is really two healing stories wrapped into one. It is easy to just choose one of the readings but Mark embeds one of these stories in the other and because of this little literary device, we are invited to look at the embedded one as the more important.
First, it is important to look at what Jesus is saying and doing in this passage. Jesus is in an area that was religiously diverse in the northern Galilee. It was not a majority Jewish community. The first story is of the 12 year old daughter of the leader of the synagogue, Jarius. The other is the story is of a Gentile woman* who has had a hemorrhage for 12 years. Even though the story of Jarius’ daughter is a story of resurrection, because of how this story is constructed it tells me that the important part of this passage lies in the story of the Gentile woman who reaches out to touch Jesus.* I bring up the number 12 because it is a metaphoric number. And when you hear the number 12 in the New Testament it is always associated with the coming of the messiah who would gather together all the 12 tribes of Israel in the reign of God. This story is about living in the kingdom where resurrection will not be needed nor will there be a need for healing.
Jesus came to heal—yes. But more importantly Jesus came to renew the faith as it was practiced in Israel in the first century. He was neither a conservative in faith nor a progressive. He was a radical. He wanted to get back the roots of faith in God—not just observance of the Law of Moses. And the root was love of God and love of others. Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.’[a] 31 The second is this: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’[b] There is no commandment greater than these.” Deut. 6:5
And what we see in these stories is not a NEW gospel, but a reclaiming of what was central to People of Israel’s relationship with God. It is my opinion that Jesus did not come to start a new religion, but to draw all into the realm of God. Not just Jews, not just Gentiles. But all.
In first century Judaism, how one obeyed the Law labeled someone as faithful, or righteous (tzedek) in Hebrew. Some followed the laws to the letter—every jot and tittle. Others, and especially those farther away from Jerusalem followed the laws
The Gentile woman was a woman who had tried everything to be healed. She was shunned because she was not ‘righteous’ because a hemorrhaging woman was unclean. Touching such a person rendered a man unclean, unable to enter the synagogue, unclean to celebrate Shabbos without a trip to the ritual baths. So this encounter takes all the temerity of this woman to reach out to the rabbi. She desires to be healed of her illness. She had to reach across the social customs of her society. This is one story in which Jesus does not initiate the healing; the woman does. She claims a faith in this man who has not even seen her. And Jesus confirms her healing: “Daughter, your faith has made you well; go in peace, and be healed of your disease.” He returned her life to balance, to acceptability and removed the shame that her society had heaped upon her because of her illness.
Jesus stepped into the real meaning of Mosaic Law—to the bring wholeness, to bring balance and healing despite all the rules and expectations of how one was supposed to act. Jesus stepped over the partitions and boundaries of normal expectations so that God’s work could be seen.
This is what I believe that Mark is trying to tell of the ministry of Jesus. Mark is the first Gospel and the oldest and in some ways the most revealing of the person of Jesus. And I take heart in this story of the woman with the hemorrhage. Because I can hear so much of myself in this story that speaks of balance, of the willingness to not wait to know acceptance in God but to reach out and claim it even when we don’t look like everyone else.
The other thing about this story is that it has so much meaning for our own day. There is a temptation to think that this is ‘girls only’ passage. But it isn’t. It has to do with the kind of healing of all those deep places within us that are ‘ickky’, those places we don’t want to look at. David Lose, Lutheran pastor and teacher, refers to this ‘ickky
The woman wanted healing and had spent 12 years trying to be healed. But it is when she reaches out to Jesus that she knows the power of God in her life. She isn’t Jewish—she isn’t one of his flock. She steps beyond the normal boundaries of polite behavior to claim the righteousness—the tzedek, the balance that she so desperately needed. She would not allow herself to be bound by convention. She quit living quietly in her own hell of being an untouchable.
To know the healing of our hidden places requires a thirst to know balance and a willingness to speak the hidden so that it no longer tyrannizes us. We have to be willing to acknowledge that we aren’t perfect and neither is anyone else. We spend so much of our time trying to cover up our imperfections rather than live the life that God
But this story is not just for individuals. Our society has many places where we as a people avoid raising up the places where we are unbalanced until things converge. And it is often in the face of tragedy that we see the consequences of our illnesses. Over the
And even though we as Church say that radical hospitality is practiced here in this diocese, we don’t ever talk about the pain that our thoughtlessness can engender. Here at St. Martin’s I don’t believe we have had diversity training in this, the most diverse parish in our diocese.
Back in the late 80’s and 90’s I was rector of a parish about the size of St, Martin’s in the DC area. It was one half Black and one half White. Early in my tenure and deeply in my Southern stupidity, I made the mistake of asking the 4 persons of color on my vestry what the Black take was on a certain issue. A six-foot two African American woman, principal of a local high school said, “Lauren, Toby is from Mobile, Alabama, I’m from the Bronx, Norman is from Jamaica and Emanuel is from Nigeria—pray tell
Here in Fort Worth we have been so caught up with the division of our Church we have not listened to the hearts or the stories of those who are different from us so that
When we aren’t willing to embrace what it means to really be one, we never know that balance, that righteousness, tzedek, that Jesus offered to the woman who touched his cloak. We also will never truly be that nation that invites people from all over the world to our shores if we aren’t willing to recognize that longing to be healed of the boundaries that separate us.
Because I am a teacher at heart, I am going to give you some homework. I will not be grading papers, but in the end THERE WILL BE A TEST! I would like you each to ask yourselves ‘1. what needs to be healed in my life so that I don’t expect others to be like me?’ 2. ‘am I willing to reach out to Christ and allow myself to be healed of my fear?’ It is only when we as a faith community are willing to address those questions that we can claim the radical hospitality that we so desire to offer. The God who gave Jesus the power to heal, gives us the power in faith to be healed of the fears that keep us from knowing the joy of life. I am not suggesting that you go shout your vulnerabilities to the world. But let yourself to reach out to the tassels on God’s garment. And as a parish and diocese, let us reach out despite our brokenness to know the joy that God holds for us. This is the Gospel that Jesus proclaims. AMEN.
(*Following preaching this twice, Judy reminded me that no where in the passage is the woman identified as a Gentile. I went back to the text and she was right! So I stand corrected about my isogesis. Spouses are so helpful.)