10th Sunday after Pentecost
August 17, 2014
Genesis 27:30-38; Matthew 15:21-28
God bless you!
It’s what we normally say when someone sneezes, right? Did you know in other languages that they say
other things? Gesundheit in German and salud
in Spanish both mean “health,” not God bless you. In fact, my Grandpa actually refuses to say
“God bless you” when someone around him sneezes. His rationale is that doesn’t God bless you
all the other times, too? Or just when
you sneeze? And he has a point. God doesn’t only bless us when we sneeze, or
when someone tells us, “God bless you.”
This morning we read two stories about people begging for a blessing. We didn’t follow the Joseph story we started
last week, but instead jumped back to Esau and Jacob and what caused the
division between them that we talked about a couple weeks ago. That Sunday we talked about wrestling with
God until you receive a blessing. Today’s
stories are about pleading for a blessing.
The Canaanite woman in the Gospel text is in front of Jesus, on her
knees, begging Jesus to save her daughter.
It reminded me of Esau begging his father Isaac to bless him, too, which
is why I wanted to read that Old Testament story this morning. Isaac was tricked into giving Jacob, the
younger son, the blessing he had reserved for the older son, Esau. You can hear the desperation in Esau’s voice
when he cries, “Do you have only one blessing, father? Bless
me too, father!” It’s not too different
from this Canaanite woman who kneels before Jesus and says, “Lord, help
me!” You’ve helped others, you’ve
blessed others; surely you can save my daughter, too! Surely there is room in your kingdom for me,
too! Please, Lord!
Have you ever found yourself in that
position? Begging the Lord to have mercy
on you, too? Surely I’ve been through
enough. Surely things can’t get any
worse. Surely the Lord will hear my cry
and come and deliver me! In this Gospel
story, we are the woman, laying it all out there, prostrate at Jesus’ feet,
begging for him to have mercy on us, too.
The disciples have already told her to go away. Jesus calls her a dog and tells her no. But she stays there, in that vulnerable
position, and continues pleading with Jesus.
There have been many reasons to beg
before Jesus this week. We’ve learned
about another suicide, this time a Hollywood celebrity who we loved and
cherished for making us laugh. And we
find ourselves saying, “Lord, help us.
Not another suicide. Lord, we
can’t take any more. Won’t you deliver us?” It’s only been two months since Pastor Dan’s
death and already we’re hearing about another suicide. I didn’t know Pastor Dan, and so I don’t feel
like I can talk about him. However,
about twenty years ago someone close to me committed suicide, and every
September I remember him, the month he died.
He was my godfather. That’s
right, a person whose faith and walk with Christ was exemplary enough that my
parents chose him to be a godparent to my sisters and me. I remember the phone call, at 7 a.m., from
the lawyer telling us about his death. I
remember that my sisters and I were the only children at the funeral
service. And I remember with gratitude
all that he did for us, from sending us educational materials like a globe and
maps, to finding summer camps for us to attend, to funding our college
educations. He made a huge difference in
my life, for the better. And yet, what
happened at the end? I don’t know. It had only been three months since we’d last
seen him, for my confirmation. What
happened was depression and the feeling that he was all alone and couldn’t
escape the ghosts of his past.
Mental illness isn’t one of those sicknesses that can
be cured; it’s a chronic disease, something that’s treated and managed. Those suffering from it need to know that
they are not alone and that we are working to fight the stigma attached to
it. They do not need to be ashamed. They do not need to be alone. And the word of hope that came from The
United Methodist Church communications office this week was “the affirmation of faith that nothing, including suicide, separates us from the love of God.”[1] That is what we believe and where we
start. The statement also said that “We deplore the condemnation of people who complete
suicide, and we consider unjust the stigma that so often falls on surviving
family and friends.” When we plead
before God for those who have committed suicide, for those who attempted it,
and for those who are the surviving community, we remember and claim those
verses from Romans 8, that nothing can separate them or us from the love of
God. And we pray, Lord, won’t you bless
them, too? And the answer is YES.
The
other horrifying national news this week was from Ferguson, Missouri about an
unarmed teenager who was shot by a police officer and the ensuing week of violence. Again, we cried out in horror, pleading with God
to have mercy. All life is sacred, because
each of us is a child of God. No one
deserves to lose their life, under any pretense.[2] The response from United Methodists in the
St. Louis area was and is to be peacemakers.
Our fellow United Methodists are holding peace vigils, helping with
cleanup, providing grief counseling, praying, and even providing childcare when
the local school system cancelled classes.[3] I hope and pray we will do the same when our
community needs our support, for any reason.
And we pray, Lord, bless our sons and daughters, too. And he is, through the church’s faithful
response.
However,
the news from Ferguson also highlights our own sin of racism, which we don’t
like to be reminded of and would prefer to think that we’ve moved past. But we haven’t. We don’t live in a post-racial world and this
week was a painful reminder of that. And
so we pray, Lord, have mercy on me, a sinner.
My sister was in town this past week, taking the train up from North
Carolina. Driving to and from Penn
Station in Baltimore, the GPS took us through city streets where I didn’t see a
single white person, where many houses were boarded up, where the poverty and
the blight both saddened me and scared me.
I’ve been the only white person in a room before, in a classroom, in a
church, in other countries. But somehow
being an unknown white person, or not knowing anyone around me, makes me a
little tenser than I know I should be. I’m
guessing many of you can relate. And all
we can pray is Lord, have mercy on us, too.
Teach us to love our brother and sister.
Teach us not to live in fear of one another.
Especially
this week, we are the Canaanite woman in the Gospel story. We are the one the disciples want to dismiss
and send away. We are the foreigner
coming to a person of a different race, of a different faith, and yet
recognizing that our salvation is in him.
The woman knows she needs Jesus’ help and intervention to save her
daughter. She knows he’s the only one
who can do it. Even though Jesus may
have been sent only to the lost sheep of the people of Israel, and she is not
part of that people, she knows that Gentiles need this bread of heaven,
too. Even though Jesus calls her a dog,
she persists, and says that “even the dogs eat the crumbs that fall from their
master’s table.” She is in a weak,
vulnerable state, with no hint of arrogance or confidence whatsoever, and she
continues to beg deliverance from Jesus.
Jesus recognizes her faith, and grants her the salvation she yearns for.
What
is going on in your life that has you pleading with Jesus? Disease?
Work? Lack of work? Money?
Strained family relations?
Strained friendship? Deceit? What has you crying out for a blessing this
week? What is causing you to fall on
your knees, at Jesus’ feet, begging him to have mercy on you, too, or to have
mercy on a loved one? The Canaanite
woman is there on behalf of her daughter, who is tormented by a demon. Are you being tormented by a demon? Or are you pleading on someone else’s behalf? What is Jesus saying to you? Keep in mind that Jesus first told the woman
NO. Martin Luther said that this is
sometimes how Jesus helps us, by killing us to give us life, by hiding the YES
inside the NO, which has to come first.[4] Sometimes God will continue to humble us
before he says YES and remind us that our salvation comes from him alone.
It’s
reminiscent of the parable Jesus tells about the persistent widow and the
unjust judge.[5] The widow continually presents her case
before the judge, and although the judge doesn’t care about justice, eventually
he grants her justice against her opponent.
Luke, in whose Gospel this story is found, tells us that the purpose of
the parable is to teach us the need to pray always and not to lose heart or
become discouraged. Even an unjust judge
will eventually be worn down by a persistent cry for justice. Jesus ends the parable by asking, “And will
not God also grant justice to his people, who cry out to him day and night?”
Continue
crying out. Continue begging and
pleading. Continue humbling yourself
before your God until he hears your case and grants you justice. It will come.
The answer may be NOT YET before it is YES, but God will hear your
cry. Our middle hymn this morning
begins “Just as I am, without one plea, but that thy blood was shed for me, and
that thou bidst me come to thee.”[6] Christ bids us come to him, which is why we
continue to come, continue to cry out, and continue to plead that he have mercy
on us, too. Our closing hymn is written
by someone who I have no doubt cried out to God. Horatio Spafford lost his family in a
trans-Atlantic voyage from England to the U.S.
When he later made the trip, he asked the ship’s captain to stop over
the spot where the previous ship had gone down.
From that spot, he wrote the words to this hymn. “Though Satan should buffet, though trials
should come, let this blest assurance control, that Christ has regarded my
helpless estate, and hath shed his own blood for my soul.”[7] In this promise we trust and believe, on this
promise we stand, “that Christ has regarded my helpless estate and shed his own
blood for my soul.” Thanks be to
God. Amen.
[3] Ibid.
[4] This sermon is heavily
influenced by Dr. Willie Jennings’ course on “Christian Identity and the
Formation of the Racial World,” lecture on “Reframing Gentile Existence: The
Contours of a Theological Identity,” class notes September 14, 2009
[5] Luke 18:1-8
[6] “Just as I Am, Without One
Plea” by Charlotte Elliott, UMH 357
[7] “It Is Well with My Soul”
by Horatio Spafford, UMH 377