LENT 5-C –
March 28, 2004
Last week at Rotary
the gentleman who gave the Invocation began by telling this story.
A woman was visiting a local art gallery and came to a picture
that puzzled her. She could not determine what was being depicted.
Fortunately for her, the artist who had painted the picture was
standing right beside it. Not being the most tactful person in the
world, she looked at him and asked, "What in God’s name is
that?" "It’s supposed to be a mother and child,"
said the artist. The woman looked at him and asked sarcastically,
"Then why isn’t it?" Beauty and art are not only in
the eye of the beholder; one person’s antidote is another
person’s poison, or so it seems.
In today’s Gospel
reading Jesus was visiting with his friends Martha, Mary and their
brother, Lazarus. In fact, the sisters were holding a dinner party
for Jesus, perhaps not only to celebrate Lazarus’ being raised
from the dead, but also to thank Jesus for his miraculous and
wondrous deed in giving a dead man new life. Jesus’ disciples
were there with him as well.
Sometime during the
dinner Mary arose from her seat, took a jar of very costly perfume
and with no fanfare poured the perfume on Jesus’ feet as a way
on anointing them. And then, and then, much to everyone’s
surprise, one would surmise, she proceeded to wipe his feet with
her own hair. Reflecting on this event almost two thousand years
later, one has to wonder what everyone at that dinner thought
about what Mary had just done because certainly everyone did.
Everyone did. Everyone had to have had an opinion even if each
kept it to himself or herself.
Everyone, that is,
except Judas. Judas watched as Mary anointed Jesus' feet. He knew
how expensive that perfume was. He knew how much it cost.
"What a waste!" Judas thought to himself. But Judas did
not keep that thought to himself. He voiced that very opinion
loudly enough for everyone in that room to hear. But Jesus being
Jesus did not scold him. Jesus simply, calmly, explained the
situation. Jesus saw justified extravagance. Judas only saw waste.
Obviously Judas not
understand Mary’s act. But even if he did, he thought it to be
too extravagant. She did not have to use all the perfume, did she?
An ounce or two would have been more than enough. But, no, she had
to use it all. What a waste! But Judas had no sense of what was
happening. All he saw were dollar signs, money wasted and better
spent somewhere else. The money certainly could have been given to
the poor. Even if Judas believed Jesus’ body needed to be
anointed, he certainly did not think it should have been so
anointed. Mary did what she did simply out of love. And her love
knew no bonds. Judas simply did not get it.
Sometimes neither
do we. Sometimes we see what others are doing and wonder why in
the world they are doing it. We judge their actions without ever
understanding the internal motivation for those actions. All we
know is that we would not do what they are doing, certainly not in
the way they are doing, perhaps not to the degree they are doing
it. To make matters worse, instead of simply keeping our mouths
shut, we openly criticize their actions. Then to make it even
worse for ourselves, like Judas, we get taken to task for both not
understanding what is happening and for butting in on someone
else’s personal business. Of course, when the shoe is on the
other foot, we become indignant when another dares to criticize
our actions and/or the motives for our actions.
Why Mary acted the
way she did, only she knew. Perhaps no one else could understand
her actions. In fact, no one could. And it would have been useless
for her to try to explain why she did what she did. No one would
have understood anyway. There is an old Indian adage that says we
need to walk two miles in another’s moccasins before we can
understand that person. But, of course, we cannot. We can never
walk in another person’s shoes nor can another walk in ours.
Why each of us does
what each of us does is so very, very personal. What is even truer
is that nothing we ever do is spur-of-the-moment. Oh, it may seem
that way, like both Mary’s anointing of Jesus feet and then the
wiping of those feet with her own hair. Perhaps what she did was
planned, but I seriously doubt it. Yet even our sudden reactions
to a situation are the result of a lifetime of acting, thinking,
reflecting, and believing. Mary’s act of love did not come out
of the blue. Again, even if it seemed such, it did not. It was a
response to whatever had gone on before in her life, to whatever
Jesus had done for her, to whomever he was for her. Again, whether
or not she had planned ahead of time to anoint him, that anointing
was a loving response to everything that came before.
So, too, in our own
lives. There are times when it seems that we are responding
spontaneously to a situation. Someone criticizes something we have
said or done. She walks up to us and says she does not like our
painting. Or someone hears our answer to a question and
immediately voices his disagreement with our opinion. We’re
driving down the road and come upon someone in need. Whatever
response we make to whatever the situation does not come out of
the blue. We have been preparing ourselves for it for quite a
while. If asked to explain, we could not, just as Mary could not,
just as those whom we are tempted to criticize could not. And even
when we try to explain, those who have not walked in our sandals
cannot understand why we make the choices we do or why we feel the
way we do. Sometimes we can’t even explain to ourselves why we
do what we do.
Gerald Sittser is
an acquaintance of mine and is a professor at
Whitworth
College
in
Spokane
. Several years ago he was driving the van in which his wife, his
mother and one of his daughters were all killed in a traffic
accident by a drunk driver. In his book, A Grace Disguised,
he tells about his pain and struggle, his rage and grief, his deep
and abiding sense of loss. But he also speaks of his deepening
faith.
He says this:
"Yet the grief I feel is sweet as well as bitter. I have a
sorrowful soul; yet I wake up every morning joyful, eager for what
the new day will bring. Never have I felt as much pain as I have
in the last three years; yet never have I experienced as much
pleasure in simply being alive and living an ordinary life. Never
have I felt so broken, yet never have I been so whole."
Try as we might, no
one of us can ever understand exactly what Sittser is saying. We
have not walked in his moccasins. Nor would we want to. God forbid
that we ever would! Sittser has struggled to see beauty in
ugliness, to sense an antidote while everyone else would see and
feel poison running through their veins. But Sittser did not come
to that ability, that grace, suddenly. It came through a lifetime
of struggling to live out his life of faith as best he could in a
very confusing and uncertain world – or, to use the words of
this morning’s Collect: "among the swift and varied changes
of this world."
Life in this world
is difficult. It is fraught with uncertainty and confusion
compounded by our own sins and the sins of others. What we do not
need to do, what we should not do, as I mentioned last week, is be
like the older brother in the Parable of the Prodigal Son, or be
like Judas in today’s Gospel. We must not rush to judgment about
another’s actions or motives or even the other person’s faith.
We have not walked in his moccasins, his shoes. All we can do,
must do, is try to understand why we do what we do and discover
that the grace of God is at work in our own lives as we walk in
our own shoes.
As Sittser
discovered amid much pain and grief, the grace of God was at work
even in that unthinkable tragedy. He did not sense it or feel it
or see it at first. It was, as he said, a grace disguised. But
God’s grace was there as he walked his road. The most you and I
can do at times, when confronted with events we cannot understand,
is to try to sense and try to look for the grace of God that is
somehow, somewhere present.
This will not
always come easily, as it did not for Sittser, not in this life
anyway. And it may not come at all, as it seems it did not,
tragically, for Judas. But when it does, then and only then will
we begin to see the beauty in the ugliness, the grace and love in
the seeming waste, and, like Mary, like Gerry Sittser, see the
presence of God among the confusion and uncertainty that so often
surrounds us. As Sittser says, the grace of God is often
disguised, but it is never absent. It is there somewhere. And when
we discover it, even in the midst of what we do not understand,
even in pain and suffering, we find life itself, even life in
abundance.