RCL Proper 10C
9 June 2013
Saint Faith's Anglican Church
Vancouver BC
Today
we hear the stories of two similar miracles.
Miracle stories are, in my opinion, two-edged swords. On the one hand a miracle story encourages us
by offering us hope as we face human suffering, whether our own suffering or
the suffering of others. On the other
hand a miracle story always begs some uncomfortable questions that touch our
hidden fears and unspoken doubts.
Today's
miracles are almost identical. In 1
Kings the prophet Elijah is led to the home of a widow with one son, her only
'social safety net' in the ancient world of extended families and patriarchal
power. Elijah has miraculously brought
the widow and her child safely through a famine brought on by drought.
The
child's death shortly after the famine passes is surely a low blow to his
mother. Even Elijah finds it a bit
perplexing! But Elijah throws himself on
God --- and then on the child! The child
is revived and we are left to suppose that he and his mother live happily ever
after.
Let's
jump ahead a few centuries to the time of Jesus. Palestine is occupied; political turmoil is
in the air; women, especially widows, are no better off than they were in
Elijah's time. Jesus, at this point in
Luke's gospel, is on a bit of a roll; he's just healed the centurion's servant
--- with a little help from the centurion's surprising faith. Jesus leaves Capernaum and travels to Nain,
some sixteen kilometres north of Capernaum.
There he encounters a familiar sight in first-century Palestine: the burial of a man untimely dead. Jesus does what he often does in the gospel
of Luke: he fixes the problem. The young man is raised, the widow given back
her security and the crowd --- by 'crowd' read 'those of us who are listening
or reading Luke's gospel' --- are given another reason to believe that Jesus is
the Beloved of God, the Christ of promise.
All
this is the sound of the first edge of the sword we call 'miracle' swishing
through the air and slicing through the Gordian knot of human suffering. But there is a crueler edge to this sword,
the difficult-to-answer, sweat-in-the-night-producing questions miracle stories
raise. I'm glad Elijah resuscitated the
widow's son, but what about all the other widows' sons who don't have a live-in
prophet? How lucky the widow of Nain is
that Jesus just happens to be passing by, but what about all the other widows'
sons from towns not on Jesus' itinerary?
Does God not care about the others?
Swish! Through the air the
double-edged sword flashes and the second cut cuts even deeper than the first.
Throughout
the millennia there is one question that has troubled believers and delighted
scoffers: Why do bad things happen to
good people? At some point in our lives,
whether in the past or the present, each one of us has asked this
question. I know that when David was
born with a cleft lip and palate, Paula and I, who had lost a child the summer
before and who had been so careful during this pregnancy, asked ourselves this
question in one of its many forms.
No
doubt we have heard or offered ourselves a variety of answers. Some people blame God for either causing or
allowing suffering. Other people blame
themselves or see themselves as victims of known or unknown forces at work in
the world. Still others see suffering as
a necessary part of the universe that helps us gain insight into what is good
in contrast to what is not. Time
constrains me from exploring all the possible ways we answer this question.
I
will tell you in whom I believe and hope.
I believe and hope in the Love who gave birth to the universe and who is
unimaginably greater than anyone can fathom.
I believe and hope in the Love who came among us in Jesus of Nazareth
and who heals and reconciles in ways humanity has ever conceived. I believe and hope in the Love who breathes
life into all living creatures and who whispers wisdom into the hearts, souls
and minds of any who is listening.
My
faith and hope in this Love does not insulate me from the pain, suffering and
despair that I and others endure. This
Love does not lead me to unreasonable fantasies that entice me into inaction,
hoping that all my troubles and the troubles of others will be suddenly
relieved as though we had won a divine Lotto 649 or Lotto Max. What this Love leads me to do and become is
what Saint Paul says when he writes that 'suffering produces endurance, and
endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not
disappoint us, because God's love has been poured into our hearts through the
Holy Spirit that has been given to us.'
(Romans 5.3-5) Saint Paul is not
trying to explain why we suffer; he only offers us a perspective on who
we can be even when we
suffer.
So,
when miracles occur --- and they do --- let us give thanks, but let us not fret
when miracles do not occur. When someone
experiences a miracle --- and they do --- let us be glad for them, but let us
not become envious or despairing. The
Love who created all things is still at work making all things new. The Love who healed us is still at work
breaking down all that stands between us and this Love. The Love who inspired the prophets and the
apostles is still singing songs of hope and wisdom into the ears of our hearts,
souls and minds so that we have the courage to endure with patience the race
that is set before us.
Why
do bad things happen to good people? Why
do the innocent suffer? I do not
know. But I do know this: when bad things happen, good people rise to
the occasion. They are raised up by the Love in whom they trust and in whom they hope.
Amen.
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