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There is a piece of art in the church at Magdala in the Holy Land that shows the hemorrhaging woman reaching through a crowd to touch Jesus’ hem. What a surprising image! We don’t often think about how she managed to make her way through a crowd of people and how she was able to touch his hem. I have often imagined it being more like touching the back of a suit jacket, and an easy reach that could be surreptitiously done in passing. But down at the ankle level is a whole other challenge. Did she get stepped on? Did she get kicked? Why didn’t anyone notice her? How could you not see someone crawling on the ground, squirming through people, past their stinky toes and walking sticks, getting your hands and knees grimy from the dust in the road, wondering if she would manage to make her goal before someone noticed? Knowing that being in public risked her very life for breaking the taboo laws around women’s blood.
And
there’s the desperation of an important man who, when he isn’t busy being an
official and leader of the town religious institution, finds himself simply a
heartbroken father throwing himself down on the ground, begging for help.
What
kind of desperation does it take before someone is prepared to lower themselves
to such a level? Losing a child is
supposed to be the greatest pain a parent can face, and it doesn’t matter
whether that child is a miscarriage, a 12-year-old or a 70-year-old. When my son fell off his motorcycle last year
and I got a call from his friend telling me that he was okay but that something
had happened, the world stopped for a moment, and I forgot to breathe.
How
many parents have gone through this desperation and not had the good fortune to
have Jesus come to their rescue? How
many women crawling in their pain to get to Jesus’ sandals didn’t find the
healing they prayed for? The numbers are
legion. This congregation has lost two
beautiful people in 2021 already that we prayed hard for. Sometimes the cure doesn’t come. Sometimes the healing comes when the cure
does not. Sometimes the community is
humbled, silenced in the face of this great mystery. Jairus came home to chaos, grief, and
noise. He heard mocking, cynicism, and
disbelief. His friends and family told
him to turn away from Jesus. He chose
not to.
Just
like the storm that Jesus stilled in last week’s reading, the storm of anguish
and anger stilled in this story about Jairus.
The storm of isolation that the unnamed woman had endured for years also
stilled. The storm of anger, denial and
cynicism stilled. The pain of the world
was not cured, but it was healed.
What
is the difference between being cured and being healed? Cured is in my mind
more of a physical thing, a relief from symptoms and diseases. It may be done through scalpels or medication;
it may be temporary or permanent.
Healing
can be physical, emotional, spiritual, mental, or psychological. It is not something that the doctor can do
for the patient, or the parent for the child.
Certainly we can help support healing, and encourage healing, but doctors
will be the first to say that they are facing a profound mystery when they see
their patients regain health. They will
say that they don’t know why one person recovers while another one doesn’t, and
that they can’t even predict which person will be which. I have seen people thrive while very sick,
building community and loving family even while failing steadily in
health. And I have seen people who are
very healthy tear down their relationships without even being aware of it.
These
stories are similar and yet different. Both
feature unnamed females, yet one is on the cusp of womanhood while the other is
mature and married. One female is
passive, needing a male to initiate healing on her behalf, her father. The other is actively searching in many
places. One has Jesus come to her publicly,
the other goes to Jesus sneakily. In
both these stories, Jesus did not just heal the individual, he healed the community. Jairus and his family and friends were healed
from their grief and fear. They were
healed from the ridicule of the cynical crowd.
The woman was cured from her illness, but she wasn’t healed until Jesus
called her sister and made it safe for her to re-enter society free from
stigma, judgement and ostracization.
Where
do we see ourselves? What are we needing
healing for? How can we connect with
that healing? How do we find the courage
to ask for that healing? For those of us
who relate more with the crowds, how do we make space for the folks that are
traumatized, the ones who need this healing?
Who do we need to support in their search for healing? What cynicism do we need to let go of to help
their healing happen?
We
might not be at the kind of desperation that throws us at Jesus’ feet. But you and I know there are many who
are. People who burn churches down or
pull out guns during a backyard birthday party for a child. People who donate tiny shoes on display. People who have yet to plan memorial services
for loved ones. People who are wondering
just how many graves there are at residential schools. People who are running over Muslims or
stabbing women wearing hijabs. Regardless of where we find ourselves in the
story, isn’t it comforting to know that Jesus reaches out to the humble, the
desperate, the grieving and the proud and wants to heal us all? Whether we crawl for it, kneel for it, or
don’t even know it is available, healing is with us, we are not alone, thanks
be to God.