Mark
5:21-43
Ordinary
Time 13
June 28, 2015
William G. Carter
Her
health care plan was not working. The woman had been sick for a very long time.
So long, in fact, she didn't know what to do. She didn't know where to turn.
Everybody suggested a different remedy, but none of them would work. She
visited many physicians, but none of them could help. She stayed sick. As time
passed, her health grew worse. All those medical bills were bleeding her dry.
So
when she heard Jesus was coming to town, she pushed her way through the crowd.
She'd heard about him, of course. The last time he worked on this side of the
sea, "he had cured many," says Mark. "All who had diseases
pressed upon him to touch him."
Now
she believed it was her turn to get well. She pushed through the multitude, saying,
"I don't need to talk to him. I don't need to bother him. I don't need to
slow him down with a lot of bedside chatter. All I need to do is touch the edge
of his garment, and then I will be made well." As we have heard, that is precisely
what happened.
Well,
mostly. Because, as we have also heard, two things went wrong. First, no sooner
did she touch his clothes when Jesus spun around and said, "Who touched
me?" Apparently he did not want anybody to get healed anonymously, much
less this anonymous woman. "Who touched me?" Jesus said. He stood
there, looking for her, scanning the crowd. He looked at every face: some of
them eager, some curious, some confused. He kept looking until he spotted her.
And her anonymous touch became a conversation face-to-face.
She
told him what she'd done. He said, "Daughter, faith has made you well. Go
in peace. Be healed of your disease." It was a big moment for her. There
she was, sick, desperate, and anonymous. And Jesus healed her, blessed her with
his peace, and gave her the name "daughter."
What
I want you to notice is Jesus took the time to do all of this. For twelve
years, the scriptures had diagnosed her hemorrhage and called her
"unclean." But Jesus took the time to heal her, restore her to full
status in the community, to risk touching a ritually unclean woman and making himself
unclean – all for the sake of making her well. For twelve years, she shuffled
through her days without dignity. On the day she touched Jesus, he turned and restored
her as a human being.
I
want you to notice he took the time to do that; because I also want you to
notice that, because he took time for that woman, he ran out of time to help somebody
else. He was late for a previous appointment. That's the second thing that went
wrong. While Jesus was busy healing the woman who had been sick for twelve
years, a sick twelve-year-old girl died.
Fortunately
this sort of thing doesn't happen much in the gospel of Mark. Jesus got
interrupted from a healing by a healing. Jairus begged, "Please heal my
daughter." He intended to make the young girl well by a touch and a word.
On the way, however, Jesus got interrupted by a sick woman he called his
daughter. She interrupted him with a touch and a word. And the daughter of
Jairus died because Jesus ran out of time.
It
must have been an embarrassing moment. Imagine how that pushy woman must have
felt. The word of death came, says Mark, "while Jesus was still
speaking" to her. She stood there, healed and whole. Refreshed for the
first time in years. Yet because of her demand on Jesus, death came to somebody
else.
Imagine
how that woman must have felt. She had been sick for twelve years. If only she
had waited another fifteen minutes, Jesus could have healed the little girl
first. The woman could have pushed to the front of the line then to touch the
edge of his garment. I mean, her timing was all wrong.
Not
only that, it must have put Jesus in an uncomfortable spot. Picture the girl's
father. Jairus insisted that Jesus come to his house and help. The man stood by
patiently as Jesus paused along the way. He grew hopeful as Jesus restored the
sick woman. But then came the message from his house: "Jairus, don't
trouble the teacher any further. Your daughter is dead."
In
the face of such news, what should Jesus say? "Sorry, Jairus, I meant to
heal your daughter, but I guess I got held up." No, he couldn't say that. It's
a difficult dilemma. Jesus meant to heal one, instead healed another, and the
first one died.
As
you know, Jesus eventually goes to the house and raises the little girl from
the dead. But that merely suspends the problem; it doesn't solve it. Because we
all know that for every person who ever gets healed of a disease, someone else
will suffer and pass. For every person who can push through the crowd to claim
the power of Christ, somebody else stands close at hand, having just lost a
daughter or son.
I
guess we need to take a little time away from the story to sort it out. Sometimes
people get well. Sometimes others do not. What can we say about that?
At
moments, the words fail us. Years ago I received a phone call from a pastor friend.
It was late and he sounded distraught. Among his hospital rounds, my friend had
begun to visit a young boy from his church. The child had leukemia. There was
nothing anybody could do. This minister visited faithfully through the rapid
stages of the disease. They became friends. They played checkers together. They
shared an occasional meal.
When
the end was near, they were alone in the hospital room, quietly sharing the
evening. Suddenly the boy broke the silence. He said, "Reverend, I think I
know why God isn't able to make me better."
"Why
is that?" said my friend.
And
the boy said, "Because I think he's busy helping somebody else."
My
friend said, "I left in tears, got in the car, and drove around for a
while. I didn't know what to say." What can we say? Some people get well, others do not.
The
gospel of Mark would probably say, "That is the way this world is."
All the gospels agree Jesus was a healer. He restored life in the face of
death. Some of the stories sound quite successful. Luke says, "People came
to hear him and to be healed of their diseases . . . and all in the crowd were
trying to touch him, for power came out from him, and he healed all of
them." (Luke 6:18-19) Matthew says, "Jesus cured every disease and
every sickness among the people . . . They brought to him all the sick, those
who were afflicted with various diseases and pains, demoniacs, epileptics, and
paralytics, and he cured them." (Matthew 4:23-34)
By
contrast, Mark adds a note of restraint. Mark says, "They brought to him
all who were sick or possessed with demons. The whole city was gathered around
the door. And he cured many who were sick." (Mark 1:32-34) Do you
hear the difference? Jesus "cured many," not all. Many got well
around him, but not everybody.
The
gospel of Mark knows what you and I know: sooner or later, one way or another,
all of us become sick. The warranty runs out on our moveable parts. A stain
appears on the X-ray. The blood count changes without warning. Or we develop a
hemorrhage that lasts twelve years. That's how it is, in a world like this.
Like it or not, sooner or later, one way or another, time will run out.
Sometimes
the human body develops a problem that cannot be fixed. Just like the daughter
of Jairus. She died. Other times, somebody may stop the clock prematurely.
That's what happened to Jesus. He was put to death on a tree. Like it or not,
every human life will run its course. Mark is brutally honest about the ways
things are.
One
of the great illusions of our age is that we can live forever through better
medicine. So we spend billions of dollars on medical research. We build
machines that keep our lungs breathing. We design great drugs to keep our
hearts ticking. Somebody raises the premiums to pay for all of this. Like that
sick woman, we are willing to spend all that we have to clot up that
hemorrhage. But it doesn’t always make us better. Maybe it buys a little time.
The
gospel of Mark starts with what we know: this is a world of sickness and death.
Sooner or later, every single life runs out of time.
But
the gospel of Mark knows something else. Jesus came preaching, "The time
is fulfilled; God's kingdom is near." He wrapped his words into deeds. And
every sick person he touched became well, one person at a time. Every hopeless
person who trusted his word found peace, one person at a time.
And
do you know why? Two reasons, I think. The first is that the healing work of
God is never anonymous. It is for this person right here, who has a name, who
has a story. In the healing services that we have held four times this past
year, there is a point at which the person who comes forward for prayer is
asked, “For what would you like me to pray?” It’s a specific need for a
specific time, and it is offered to God who alone can address it. It is not
random; it is for you.
I
remember that afternoon some of us spent in a mission hospital in Port au
Prince. The sisters of the Missionaries of Charity welcomed us into a room of
sick children. Some of these children were whimpering, some were too weak to
whimper. And if you went to hold a child, you turned your back on another. And
if you turned to help this one, you turned away from three behind. The need was
overwhelming. My heart was breaking, my head hurt. What should I do?
A
nun in blue could read my mind. She smiled and said, “We hold one at a time,
for each is precious.” One at a time. This is the one in front of me, this is
the one who gets my attention for now. Jesus takes the time for the woman with
the hemorrhage. He does not do it from a distance; he does it for her.
And
the second reason is because he has all the time in the world to get to the
next person, to that little twelve year old girl. Or to put it another way, he
has all the time in eternity to get to that little girl. For that is the grand
secret of the Gospel of Mark, the enormous open secret of the Christian faith: in
Jesus Christ, the eternal realm of God intrudes upon our world of timelines,
limitations, and life spans.
In
Jesus Christ, the God beyond time intrudes upon our business-as-usual. That is,
even though Jesus didn't heal everybody, the day will come when he will. Even
though he ran out of time, he never really runs out of time. It is his
intention to make every person well, whether like the old woman they wish to be
well, or like the daughter of Jairus they run out of breath. Time does not
matter to Jesus, for he is the eternal healer, God in the flesh, and his slow
work is to make all things well. That's the good news according to the Gospel
of Mark.
So
let's go back to the story . . . The messengers said, "Jairus, your
daughter is dead. Don't trouble the teacher any more." But Jesus said,
"Jairus, do not fear, only believe." At the house, there was a great
commotion, with people weeping and wailing loudly. Jesus said, "Why do you
make a great commotion? The child is not dead but sleeping." And they
laughed at him, because obviously they think he doesn't know what kind of world
this is.
But
Jesus had the last laugh. He took the child by the hand and said, "Get
up!" Immediately she got up, alive and well, and she began to walk.
In
one of Flannery O'Connor's short stories, there is a character who speaks a
great line. He says, "Jesus was the only One that ever raised the dead,
and He shouldn't have done it. He thrown everything off balance."[1]
Indeed he has. A sick woman pushed
through the crowd to touch the garment of Jesus. We could expect him to rebuke
her and say, "Get out of my way." Or he could have ignored her
because he was busy. Instead Jesus interrupted his work to do his work.
When
the interruption caused Jairus to hear the sad news that his daughter was dead,
we might have thought, "Well, that's that." At best, we could expect
the tardy Jesus to make an apology. Or maybe we could ask him to lead the
funeral service. But Jesus has never led a funeral. Instead he presides over a
Resurrection. Thanks to Jesus, this weary world has been thrown off balance. And
it is slowly becoming "the kingdom of our Lord and of his Christ."
(Rev. 11:15)
In
the meantime, whenever any of us gets healed of a disease, let’s see it for
what it is: it is a sign of God's will, a sign that God’s dominion is breaking
in. Whenever a surgical procedure makes us well, we are reminded of the final
destiny when all shall be well. Whenever we are saved from the jaws of death,
it is a blessed disruption of the world as we know it. It is a glimpse of God's
new creation, already present yet still coming through Jesus Christ our Lord.
We
cannot be naive. We know what kind of world this can be. There are occasions
when life cannot be saved or sustained. There are moments when it looks like
Jesus our savior has run out of time.
But
we also know Jesus Christ will never really run out of time. For our Lord is
risen. He is stronger than every power than damage, hurt, or destroy. And he
will not cease his labor, until one by one, he takes each of us by the hand and
raises us from the dead.
(c) William G. Carter. All rights reserved.
[1]
Flannery
O'Connor, "A Good Man Is Hard to Find," A Good Man Is Hard to Find
and Other Stories (New York: Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, Publishers, 1983)
28.
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