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23-C -- October 10, 2004
That is a
very interesting story, is it not? It is about one grateful hero and
nine seemingly selfish ingrates who do not even have the common courtesy
to return and give thanks for what has just happened to them. All ten
lepers have been outcasts from society because leprosy was such a feared
and dreaded disease. Now, because of their cleansing by Jesus, they are
free to back home and lead a normal life. But our hero is hit with a
double whammy. Even though he is now cleansed, he is still an outcast
because he is a hated Samaritan. No wonder Jesus praises him so.
We
should, too. This morning, however, I would like to think a little with
you about the other nine, the ungrateful nine who did not turn back and
thank Jesus. Why didn’t they? Were they truly that callous? Martin
Bell, an Episcopal priest, in his marvelous book The Way of the Wolf,
speculates as to why these nine lepers did not return to give thanks to
Jesus for curing them of their leprosy.
The first
leper, we'll call him Sam, Martin Bell thinks, did not return simply
because he was frightened. Nothing like this had ever happened to Sam
before; he really did not understand what happened. And he was scared.
So Sam simply ran away and hid.
Mark, the
second leper was offended because he was not required to do something
difficult before he was cured. It was all too easy. Mark somehow
believed that he was responsible for his leprosy, perhaps because of
some sin. Before he could be forgiven, he believed he had to do the
required penance. But nothing was required. In Mark's mind he had not
earned any reward. So Jesus offended Mark's sense of justice; thus, no
thanks.
The third
leper, named Luke, was born a leper. Luke realized too late that he
really did not want to be cured. He had fervently prayed for years that
some how in some way he might be healed, but he never realized that his
whole identity was wrapped up in his disease. To his family and friends
he was always "Luke the Leper." No longer. He suddenly
realized just how much he needed his leprosy to define who he was to
society and even to himself. Sounds crazy, I know. But it's true.
The
fourth leper, Matthew, simply forgot. In his delirium, in his joy, he
forgot. That's all. Matthew was so happy he no longer was an outcast of
society that he forgot to say thanks to the one who made him whole for
the first time in his life. Hard to believe, but it's true.
The fifth
leper, Simon, was simply unable to say "thank you" any more to
anybody. It's easy to understand. Something happens to a person who must
beg and who is shunned by everyone, even his family. His tin cup is
always out. People throw in pennies and he is supposed to be eternally
grateful. But now Simon is beyond that. His heart is hardened. Simon
doesn't say thank you to anyone any more, not even to Jesus.
Sarah is
the sixth leper, the only woman in the group. Sarah has had leprosy for
eleven years. For eleven years she has not hugged or kissed her
children. She sees them on occasion when they come to the outskirts of
the town to visit with her. The only thing on Sarah's mind now that she
has been cured is to get home as fast as her two legs can carry her.
Sarah did not even think about returning to say thank you to Jesus.
There were more important things to do.
Bartholomew,
the seventh leper, was the resident intellectual in the group of ten.
Faith questions, God questions were interesting to discuss. But
Bartholomew knew that there is always a perfectly reasonable explanation
for everything. He neither believed in magic nor miracles. He did not
return to give thanks because Jesus had nothing to do with his healing.
He couldn't understand how he was healed or even why, but he was certain
it had nothing to do with Jesus.
The
eighth leper, Paul, not only believed that Jesus had cured him, he also
believed that Jesus was the Messiah and that the Kingdom of God had
arrived. He would be wasting his time to go back and give thanks to the
Messiah. What he had to do was go out and tell everybody about Jesus.
That's what he did and that's why he did not return to give thanks.
We can
understand, you and I, I think, why all these lepers did not return. We
may not always agree with their reasons, and their reasons may not be
totally justified; but we can understand. Sometimes you and I are each
of those lepers. Each is part of us sometimes. Jesus scares us
sometimes. "Ask and you shall receive," Jesus says. And when
we do ask and do receive, we stand back in awe and fear. We are so
astounded by our blessings that words of thanks can't even be forced
from our lips. We are thankful; but we are scared to death as well. Such
is the power of Jesus.
Then
there are those times when all we can do is be like Paul and tell
everyone about how blessed we have been -- we tell everyone but the one
we should tell, God. And sometimes we are like Sarah who has unfinished
business at home. There's probably a little of Mark in us, Mark who
believes that the bad that happens is because of personal sin and who
needs to do penance for real or perceived sins before being blessed.
And there
is also a little of Luke the Leper in us. We make excuses why we cannot
do something. When the excuses are removed or are proved to be false, we
have no more excuse. We love those excuses; we love to make those
excuses for those times when we would rather not get involved. Luke
lives in you and in me sometimes. And sometimes, like Bartholomew, we
don't want to believe in miracles. There is a logical explanation, we
say. Keep faith out of it, we say. But we can't.
And then
there is Simon, who has been beaten up by society, beaten up by life. We
may not be there now, but we probably have been; and we know many who
have been and who are. We may not be able to relate to Simon now, but we
understand.
We can
all relate to the tenth leper, the one who returned to give thanks.
Sometimes when really good things happen to us, our first thoughts, our
first words, are thanks to God for so blessing us. Not all of the time
are we so grateful, as Luke and Mark and Simon remind us, but most of
the time we are.
Finally,
there is the ninth leper. The ninth leper has no name other than your
name and my name. We, you and I are that ninth leper. The ninth leper is
simply a reminder that we all have leprosy. We are all outcasts. We are
all different. And it is because of those differences that others view
us as lepers and outcasts, outsiders even. The only place where those
ten lepers found a home, the only place where they were welcomed, was in
the society of their fellow lepers. That became their church. They were
outcasts as far as the rest of society was concerned, because of their
leprosy, because they were different.
But
differences are not supposed to make a difference, not in a Christian
community anyway, not in a church. Jesus came to take away those
differences, to remind us that we are all one, all children of God. The
color of our skin or even the condition of our skin; the amount of money
we have or do not have; where we were born or work or live or play;
where we pray or even how we pray; our ethnic background; all those
differences make no difference. We are all outcasts somehow in some way
to someone else. Yet we are to be one in Jesus Christ.
We are
all lepers, you and I. We are reminded of all that this morning as we
welcome Tait Heppler into this church family of ours. Someone once
called the church not a hotel for saints but a hospital for sinners, and
that is what we are: outcasts and sinners, but healed and forgiven, each
different but all one in Jesus Christ.
As long
as we allow our differences to separate us, as long as we view those
different from us as lepers, as long as we refuse to look into the
mirror and discover our own leprosy, we will be like the last leper,
perhaps cured but never really healed, never really whole. There is a
difference between being cured and being healed. It is only when we
understand and internalize that difference that we can not only say
thank you but live that thank you as well.