Fourth
Sunday after Pentecost
/ June 28, 2009 /
Resurrection Lutheran Church
Text: Mark 5: 21-43 /
Rev. Carol Haynes Kniseley / Title:
Crossing Boundaries
One of the things I love
about the Resurrection family…is our openness to diversity. Having grown up in the South at the foot of
the Great Smoky Mountains in East Tennessee, I can honestly say that diversity
hasn’t always been a part of my life’s experience. Until I entered High School, I had never
encountered a person with skin color different from my own. Not once.
Everyone that I knew spoke with the same East Tennessee nasally slang
that I did…sounding a great deal like one of the characters on the Andy
Griffith Show.
Now that I think about it, Mayberry
could have been my home town. Aunt Bea
reminded me so much of my own Aunt Grace who loved to can everything in
sight. And the rest of the
gang…Andy, Barney, Thelma Lou, Helen, and little Opie
Taylor…could easily have lived right across the street from where my sister and
I grew up…and where my mother still lives today. Just
like on the hit TV show, life back then was really pretty simple when it came
to knowing one’s place…and which lines to cross or not cross.
For better or worse, I was
never told that life could have been any different…that is, until much
later. It was only when I became
intentional about forming personal friendships with folks different from myself
that I was able to “see” what the world “could be like”…if only…we had the
courage to stop playing it so doggone safe all the time. Apparently, Jesus…had no problem doing
just that. And
here’s why.
In recalling the story of
the woman who dared to reach out and touch the hem of Jesus’ cloak, we are
reminded that Jesus could have ignored her completely. Like so many of us when we see someone whom
we really don’t want to be bothered with…or simply don’t have the time nor the
energy to deal with at a particular moment, He could have pretended that
nothing had transpired between himself and this woman…and simply kept on
walking.
Even Jesus could have played
it safe straight down the line and no one would have known the
difference…except for just one person.
And you can bet your bottom dollar, she wasn’t about to draw attention
to herself and tell another living soul.
So why did he stop the parade?
If we think that Jesus
stopped the parade in order to discern “who it was that touched his clothes”…then,
like the disciples in today’s story, we don’t understand this story at
all. The reason Jesus wanted the woman
to publicly acknowledge what she had done…was so that all of the other folks (her
neighbors…her faith community…even her own family who had been keeping her at arms
distance for all those years) would then hear with their own ears what Jesus
had done for her.
They…would be the ones to
bear witness to what Jesus and the woman already knew had taken place. Allowing her to once
again be brought back into the community…which in essence…gave her back her
life.
And if we stop and think
about it, playing it safe…always knowing exactly where the boundary lines are
drawn so as not to offend or intrude upon another person’s “space”…wasn’t exactly
what Jesus was known for. On the contrary,
Jesus was one who constantly redefined the boundary lines and challenged folks
to rethink what they assumed could never be changed. Even Jesus understood the danger of
assuming too much…and not relying on the facts at hand.
For two individuals who were
basically worlds apart in terms of stature in the community (one being a
respected leader in the synagogue…the other having been pronounced ‘unclean’ by
those same leaders), there was only one truth that mattered at the time. The truth that they had either seen with
their own eyes or heard with their own ears…that this Jesus, could do what no
other Jewish rabbi at the time would even attempt to do.
If there was a need that
could be met by his simply stepping out of the prescribed ‘safe zone’…then
apparently, that is exactly what Jesus did.
Not once. Not twice. But countless times, including those folks
who neither looked like him or even spoke the same
dialect. All that mattered,
was that God’s kingdom had drawn near…and in the person of Jesus, not one
person would be considered beyond the saving reach of God.
In case you haven’t noticed,
the folks sitting in our pews these days come from all walks of life…many who
may or may not look exactly like us…or even speak the same language…or dress
with the same sense of flair. And that, dear friends in Christ, is a very…very…good thing indeed.
God has called us in the
church to embrace our differences…as human beings made in the image of God…with
the clear and certain hope that we are united solely by the blood that now
courses through every single one of our veins.
It has nothing to do with skin color…or how we speak…or even what
clothes we like to wear. Like the woman
in today’s story…every single one of us has been labeled ‘unclean’, that
is...at least in the eyes of the Law.
Which is probably why Jesus did what he did…and in no uncertain terms,
had no trouble crossing over to the other side.
Bottom line: it has everything to do with Him and the
crossing of boundaries with the sure and certain hope of transforming
lives. It began with one person
daring to step out in faith. May we be
the next to go…and do the same.
Thanks be
to God…Jesus…is still crossing boundaries today. Amen