NBW sermon 9-9-12 <——-click here to listen along. Sermons are a spoken act.
31Then he returned from the region of Tyre, and went by way of Sidon towards the Sea of Galilee, in the region of the Decapolis. 32They brought to him a deaf man who had an impediment in his speech; and they begged him to lay his hand on him. 33He took him aside in private, away from the crowd, and put his fingers into his ears, and he spat and touched his tongue. 34Then looking up to heaven, he sighed and said to him, “Ephphatha,” that is, “Be opened.” 35And immediately his ears were opened, his tongue was released, and he spoke plainly.36Then Jesus ordered them to tell no one; but the more he ordered them, the more zealously they proclaimed it. 37They
were astounded beyond measure, saying, “He has done everything well; he
even makes the deaf to hear and the mute to speak.” -Mark 7:31-37
(My
thanks to Richard Russeth and Jody and Stephanie Olson for their
willingness to talk to me this week about their experiences with Jesus
and deafness and this particular text.)
Given our Gospel reading, I
thought it might be fun to start tonight with a little American history
lesson. So here we go: For most of the 18
th and 19
th
century, long before it was a vacation spot, Martha’s Vineyard was a
bi-lingual community. It was a bi-lingual community because everyone
spoke both English and, interestingly enough, not French, or Spanish…but
sign language. See, deafness was a recessive hereditary trait and
Martha’s Vineyard was a pretty isolated genetic population which meant
that any given person on the island could have both hearing and deaf
siblings. As a matter of fact, in the mid 1800’s there were areas of
Martha’s Vineyard where 25% of the population was deaf. So deafness was
just a trait some people had, like blondness or tallness. And everyone
spoke sign language.
But everyone didn’t speak sign language in
the region of Decapolis where the healing of the deaf man takes place
and so “THEY” whoever THEY is…THEY brought to Jesus a deaf man with a
speech impediment and BEGGED Jesus to lay his hand on him. The text
doesn’t say a word about what the deaf guy wanted.
So this week I
started wondering if Jesus showed up in Martha’s Vineyard 150 years ago
when deafness was just a trait and not a disease would the collective
“THEY” have brought him a deaf man to heal. Because it would kind of be
like them bringing him a man born blonde and BEGGING Jesus to fix him.
And
I get that there was not a whole lot of talk about psychology and
identity politics and disability rights in Biblical times…but I couldn’t
help thinking that THEY were using this man’s deafness to be what a
family systems expert would call their “identified problem”.
Hey Jesus – we, the people who are just fine brought you the broken guy so you can fix him.
I
can’t help feeling like it would have been more realistic if all of the
THEYs who brought the deaf man to Jesus also would have also sought
healing for themselves.
But that’s not how we operate. We let the
obviously broken people carry all the brokenness for us. It’s quite
the convenient system really. Like when someone is obviously an active
alcoholic, we are thrilled not to have to look at our own drinking.
This
system we have where we all agree on who the real drunk is and who the
real liar is and who the real emotionally needy person is and who is
obviously disabled person works really well for us. That is, until
Jesus shows up and ruins it.
Because when Jesus showed up I think
it’s interesting that he took that deaf man away from the THEY. He
removes him from that system. He sticks his fingers in his ears and
spits and touched his tongue and looks to heaven and the text says he
sighed. He looked to heaven and sighed. And the thing is, Jesus didn’t
then rebuke the man or his deafness…he didn’t say I cast out the demon
of deafness. He just touched him, looked to heaven, sighed and said “BE
OPEN”.
It’s a wonderful statement for healing isn’t it? be open.
It’s
an image that’s stuck with me all week. This might sound weird but all
week I kept picturing Jesus sticking his fingers in each of your ears
and saying “BE OPENED”. And then in the same daydream, before I could
stop it, I pictured Jesus’ Holy and unwashed fingers in my own ears. He
sighed he looked to heaven and he said Be Opened. To which I said “no
thanks”.
See, It’s painful to be open. There’s no control in it.
No self-determination. But Jesus is like that, taking us away from
whatever the THEY thinks about us, getting all up in our business and
insisting on our wholeness.
Be opened he says.
Be opened to a life where you aren’t the broken one anymore.
Be opened to the possibility that there is healing in the world and it might not look like you think it should.
Be opened to knowing that your own brokenness doesn’t need to be hidden behind someone else’s brokenness.
Be opened to the idea that you are stronger than you think.
Be opened to the idea that you aren’t as strong as you think.
Be opened to the fact that you may not ever get what you want and that you will actually be ok anyway.
Be opened to finally being happy.
Be opened to your own need for healing especially if you yourself are a healer.
Be opened to life and life abundant.
Maybe that’s what healing really is.
We
think it’s about identifying what’s wrong with someone else or with
ourselves and then having that thing cured, but I wonder if spiritual
healing has more to do with being opened than being cured.
There’s
a famous Evangelical Christian named Joni Erikson. She became a
quaraplegic as a teenager and went on to write a lovely memoir about
that story and her relationship with God. Having lost the use of her
arms she eventually learned to paint by holding a brush in her teeth.
She was a real hero of mine growing up. Which is why when I was
watching 24 consecutive hours of bad Christian television a few years
ago for a book I was writing I was dismayed when Joni Erikson appeared
as a guest on the 700 club…because even I can’t be snarky about this
woman. She is a lovely human being and what she said in that interview
forever changed how I view the issue of healing. Not surprisingly, a
whole lot of well meaning and enthusiastic “prayer warriors” often offer
to pray for Joni to be healed of her quadriplegia, and unlike me who
would likely roll my eyes and say
give me a break she never refuses prayer. But from her wheelchair Joni Erikson says to them,
Could
you instead please pray for the times when I cherish inflated ideas of
my own importance … the times when I fudge the truth … the times when I
manipulate my husband to get things my own way…sin…’mam if you want to
pray for me pray that I receive the power of resurrection to put to
death the things in my life that displease God.
The THEY she encounters might keep praying for a cure but Joni Erikson is opened.
My
friend Sara this week told me about a friend of hers who that very day
was just hours away from dying. She told me that for 15 years her
friend had dealt with different cancers and treatments and that he was
completely at peace about his own death. She then described this sick
man as the most healed person she knew. He was opened.
But it’s not easy. Healing can hurt. It can feel like a loss as much as it can feel like a gain.
Because sometimes healing feels more like death and resurrection than getting a warm cookie and glass of milk.
Maybe
you are someone who has for so long been the one who suffers depression
or illness or dysfunction that you are simply more comfortable that way
because frankly when you stay sick no one expects much from you. And
that’s easier.
Maybe you are someone who deals so much with the
brokenness and sickness of others in your work that you forget that you
are in need of healing too.
Maybe you are someone who has
experienced healing of hospitality here in this community and you have
yet to be healed through offer the same thing to others.
Maybe you, like myself, would rather not admit to needing anything form anyone. Including Jesus.
And
to all of this I picture Jesus sticking his fingers in our ears,
looking to heaven, sighing and saying “be opened”. Be opened becasue
there is more.
In the kingdom of God the kingdom innagurated by
the crucified and risen one there is more, which is exactly why after
these healings Jesus told people not to go and blab about it. He knew
that without knowing the end of the story, without the cross, they’d
just get it wrong. Because when Jesus hung from the cross, he did so as
the ultimate innocent victim, the world’s scapegoat as though to say
This. Ends. Here. You just can’t look at the cross and think “Wow, good
thing Jesus did that for the people we’ve identified as being the
problem around here.” The healing love of God poured out through the
death and resurrection of Christ which opens us up, sometimes even
against our will is for you and it’s for me and it’s for the redemption
of all creation.
In a letter to a friend who was struggling with
faith, Flannery O’Connor wrote What people don’t realize is how much
religion costs. They think faith is a big electric blanket, when of
course it is the cross. It is much harder to believe than not to
believe. If you feel you can’t believe, you must at least do this:
keep an open mind. Keep it open toward faith, keep wanting it, keep
asking for it, and just leave the rest to God. amen
http://www.patheos.com/blogs/nadiabolzweber/2012/09/sometimes-it-hurts-a-sermon-on-healing/