Monday, October 10, 2016

"Thank You, Jesus!"


     I remember the day when my mom informed me that my sister Emily had the chicken pox.  Yes, I am old enough to have had the chicken pox!  At first, I thought my mother was going to tell me and my sister Katy to stay away from Emily – that she was in quarantine.
However, my mom suggested that we go hug on our sister.  This was a crazy idea I thought. And not because she had the chicken pox but because eight-year-old brothers don’t hug on their seven-year-old sister. 
But Mom explained that we needed to go ahead and get the disease at a young age as our immune systems would fight it off better.  She also said it wouldn’t be that bad.
So I reluctantly gave my sister a hug and drank from the same cup as her.  My sister Emily maybe had 10 chicken pox.  Within days I had too many chicken pox to count!  They were in my ears and my mouth.  They were everywhere!
After about five days I felt good enough to get back out into the world.  It isn’t fun to be in quarantine.  Even kids get tired of watching television all day.  So I convinced my mom that I was well enough to go to baseball practice.  Our team had to forfeit the next game because of the chicken pox epidemic.
In today’s scripture readings, we are confronted with two stories that include people with leprosy – a terrible skin disease that requires one to go into quarantine.  While Elisha and Jesus don’t go hug on these lepers, they do hear their cry for mercy and grant them healing.  And these lepers are restored to life in the community without spreading the epidemic.      
Obviously, both stories reveal God’s power to heal physical diseases.  But if we take a closer look at the lessons, we will notice that the stories aren’t really about God the dermatologist.  It’s not really even a lesson about God the social worker. 
Yes, both lessons reveal that God’s character is interested in reaching out to those on the fringes and margins of society – the lame, the last, the outcast and even the enemy.  But there is something more going on here.   
It is a point that all of us liberal and conservative Christians alike are prone to miss.  In fact, it is a point that anyone with religion is likely to miss.  To be honest, it is a point that I often miss especially when I think I am responsible for saving the world.  And if you want to get right down to it, it is a point that exists underneath every story in scripture.
The whole story of scripture, the whole story of God, the entire story of our life is summed up through the story of death and resurrection.  The story can’t just be about physical healing because eventually there will be death.  The story can’t just be about establishing working communities who lift up the poor and lowly because every earthly community will eventually unravel – look at history, look at the Bible.
Now, I am not saying that physical healing and working toward building healthy communities isn’t a part of our Christian witness.  But these things in and of themselves do not grant salvation.  No, the story of salvation can only be fully known and experienced through death and resurrection. 
 Notice, for example, that only the Samaritan leper who returned to Jesus to give thanks heard the words, “your faith has made you well.”  Other translations will say, “your faith has saved you.”  While all ten lepers come to experience physical healing and restoration to communal life, only one leper hears a word on salvation.
At this point you might be thinking, so salvation happens when I say, “thank you, Jesus.”  Not exactly but that’s a good start.  True gratitude isn’t simply a learned response that we all learned to do as children when someone does something nice for us.  True gratitude is born out of a place of profound humility.  True gratitude is found when we are brought from death into life, when we are given something that we thought was lost forever.
Again, we are starting to see that salvation is not something that can be taught but something that is to be experienced.  This is one of the reasons I love the new children’s formation program – Catechesis of the Good Shepherd. 
As the material for the class states, the atrium is not a classroom for instruction but a place to experience the fullness of God.  Even more, that is why I love Episcopal worship – even more than a place where we learn about God this is a place where we can experience God.
As you may have gathered by now, my mom and I had a difficult relationship especially in these last years.  While we were always bound together by the unbreakable bond of love, we were distanced from one another over the course of a lifetime of pain and struggle.
By the grace of God, I was there when she first received the diagnosis of lung cancer.  Our reunion was not hindered by explanations or excuses or even formal apologies.  There were only tears and a loving embrace.  I remembered one of my favorite prayers from the New Zealand Prayer Book, “what has been done has been done; let it be.”
My mom and even I experienced death that day.  Her death was more pronounced than mine.  She was given very little hope that she would live longer than a year.  All the hopes and dreams she had for the last quarter of her life faded away.  I finally died to a lot of anger and frustration. 
Over the last two weeks of her life, my mom beamed with gratitude.  There was healing and restoration and even transformation – even though there was no physical healing.  In a way, she was given something she thought she lost forever – a feeling of belovedness. 
A week before she died, Mom told her cousin Kitti that she knew herself to be loved.  Mom was surrounded by prayer and cards and flowers and best of all her family.  In those last days, I could see in my mom a new creation.  She told her cousin Kitti that this experience of belovedness did not allow room for pain and anguish anymore only healing and wholeness.
Again, the idea of your belovedness is not something that can be learned through even the best teachers or orators.  Our belovedness can only be experienced through an encounter with God.  Our experience with God is not something that can be manufactured through religion.  It can only be truly claimed through an acceptance of death.
I do believe, however, our religion and our worship and study of God softens our hearts to the point where we can be more open to God’s constant pursuit of us in love. Our growth in the knowledge and love of God gives us the grace to accept that death is the gateway to abundant life, only death can reveal to us a life that we thought was lost forever.
Even more importantly, the story of salvation, the story of death and resurrection is not a return to the old life like we see happening with the nine lepers who went back to life as usual.  The story of salvation is about our claiming that we are a new creation in Christ.
Such was true for my mother.  She did not experience this healing only to fall back into her old way of living.  Instead, my mom claimed this new creation in Christ in only a way that death could allow.  Finally, life was no longer about hanging on by tooth and nail for my mother but about plummeting to death in order claim the life hidden for her in Christ all along.  Thank you, Jesus.
As Robert Capon says, resurrection life is not about getting on with our life – it isn’t about getting over our pain and struggle.  Neither is resurrection life about ascending into the clouds where we leave the bad parts behind and remember only the good parts. 
No, Capon says, “everything about us goes home, because everything about us, good or evil, dies in our death and rises in his life.  Capon says, the Samaritan’s leprosy goes home, and so does your lying, my adultery, and Uncle Harry’s embezzling.  We never have to leave behind a scrap.  Nothing, not even the worse thing we ever did, will ever be anything but a glorious scar.”  Thank you, Jesus!! 
May our prayer be, “Jesus, help us to die to a life that we can never get back so we can rise with you to the life that you meant for us all along, a life where we spend our days saying, ‘thank you, Jesus’ with every breath.”  Amen.


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