Luke 8:26-39
Jesus must have had rocks in his head. I can just imagine that his disciples
thinking that when they set out from Galilea by boat to the Gerasene
countryside. What was he doing over
there? From all accounts, he ended up in
a scary place. Tombstones, graveyards,
and a person who sounded like he was right off his rocker. And Jesus was caught between a rock and a
hard place. Should he help the man and risk being shunned by his good, faithful
Jewish followers, or should he ignore the man in all his suffering, but let the
legion have its way with the man?
Legion is an interesting name, by the way. It’s a military word, a word with Latin
origins, not Greek. It is a unit of the
Roman army, and refers to between three and six thousand soldiers. That is a lot of tormenting voices to have in
one’s head. It must have been terrifying
to witness the man’s ravings and violence.
It’s a fascinating thing that there is a variation on this
scripture in all three gospels. It came
right after the story of Jesus sleeping in a storm while the disciples are
trying to sail across the sea of Galilea, which, by the way, is only 8 miles
wide by 13 miles long. They may not have
wanted to rock the boat, but the storm certainly was. And Jesus quieted the storm, allowing them to
get to the other side of the sea. The
Gentile side. The non-Jewish side. Perhaps even the side where Romans were
completely in charge, unlike the Jewish side where an uneasy truce of sorts was
trying to keep the tensions at bay. But
it was not a place where a nice Jewish rabbi and his followers should spend
time, especially when it was a stone’s throw from where a herd of pigs were. Pigs, as you may know were unclean animals
according to the law of Moses, and if gentiles who wanted to make friends with
Jews happened to accidently serve pork chops, well let’s just say that
relationship would be off to a rocky start, and probably the Jews would greet
that dish with a stony silence.
So you don’t have to be stone cold sober to guess that the
poor fellow with all the demons was quite likely not Jewish. Jesus as a good rabbi, would probably never
have left the Galilea neighborhood.
Jesus as an excellent rabbi would remember the stories of Elijah and the
teachings of prophets like Isaiah that would extol the virtues of taking care
of foreigners, and even living with them day by day. But Jesus, if we can trust our gospels, and I
find more and more that they are something I do trust to grow my faith, did
more than an excellent rabbi. He reached
out and did the unthinkable. He healed
the man!
We all know how easy it is to feel intimidated by people who
today have hit rock bottom. Whether it
is from addictions, mental illness, abuse and scam artists, or betrayal by
family members, we would rather stay on our side of the lake and not have to
deal with such situations. We don’t want
to go near the folks who seem out of control, who are violent, and who are
desperately looking for ways to ease their pain. Yet on this 1st anniversary of the
shootings in a Methodist church in Charleston South Carolina, or 5 days after
our own beloved church was broken into, we know that there are times when we
don’t have to cross the sea to meet people that scare us. Sometimes they come to us. Sometimes they live only a stone’s throw from
our homes. Sometimes their rocky roads
through life intersect ours in devastating ways.
Jesus was not afraid to meet them where they were. Jesus reached out in love and
understanding. He asked the man what his
name was. He listened to the man’s
voices, not trying to deny or ignore or pretend they weren’t there. He acted decisively and compassionately.
On this Father’s day,
I would invite us all to wonder what it would be like to have the demonic
voices that encourage us to see violence as an option to be silenced. To have those addictive and seductive
negative thoughts be brought out of our secret places and plunged into a public
place like the demons ending up in a raging stampede of sows and piglets. To chose to practise radical hospitality to
everyone we meet, for we just don’t know when Jesus might show up on their
doorstep and heal their minds.
Paul’s reminder that we are all one in Christ, is hard to
swallow. Some might say it is crazy. But
it was that commitment to seeing everyone as a child of God that was at the
heart of Jesus’ healing ministry. We
don’t know what Jesus did to cause such a dramatic healing, but it left a deep
impression on his disciples. Jesus
didn’t divide people into those worthy of socializing with and those who should
be shunned. He didn’t judge that some
were to be worthy of his time and others not.
He went where he was needed, and responded to their hurts with
compassion.
We need more men like Jesus, men who chose not to shoot up
men in a club in Orlando just because they are attracted to other men. We need men like the young fellow who
wandered into Emanuel African Methodist Episcopal Church, the oldest black
church in the South, a few weeks after the shooting, to sit and listen about
why people kept coming back for bible study on Wednesday nights despite the
deaths that occurred. He keeps coming
back. That bible study has more than
doubled its attendance and now attracts both black and white folks to learn
about the bible. And this last
Wednesday, there were 150 people in attendance.
I pray that they continue to testify to their faith with such brave
boldness, and that we too may follow in their footsteps, with Jesus the rock
beneath our feet.
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