June 14th Sermon by The Reverend Loree Reed

Mathew 9: 10–23
May the words of my mouth and the meditations of our hearts be acceptable in your sight, O Lord our strength and our redeemer. Amen.

For all of us, I think, this has been a tough week. It’s been tough to see thousands in the streets protesting against police brutality, as a man who suffered that brutality was buried. It’s been difficult to hear discussions all over the place against racism. And the news that the Covid pandemic continues to rage in our midst is concerning, to say the least. So right away, as I read the long Gospel passage from Mattthew for today, the word that jumped out at me was that word ‘compassion’. Matthew says that when Jesus saw the crowds “he had compassion for them, because they were harassed and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd.” And I could picture us, this week, in that crowd.
Surely, this week we have all felt helpless as we learned of situations we hardly created, but now feel responsible for. Surely, this week we have felt troubled to be reminded of social inequities all around us – housing and health care inequities, education disparities, wage gaps. And just when we thought we couldn’t shelter in place for one more day, to hear that Covid infection rates around us are still rising has been deeply troubling, because we miss each other. We miss having contact with all the people we love. So it was comforting in that passage from the Gospel of Matthew to hear that Jesus was suffering compassionately right alongside us – not just for victims of police brutality or victims of racism or victims of Covid disease, but for all of us in our pain and our confusion.
For that’s what that word ‘compassion’ means. It means to suffer with. And time after time, when Jesus saw someone suffering or hurting, his merciful heart went out to that one and he healed him . . . or he sent her demons packing . . . or he opened their blind eyes. In his mercy, he simply wouldn’t let anyone suffer alone.
Nor would he let his disciples stand by without lending a hand. He wants them to practice mercy too. So he commissions the twelve disciples to cure every disease, cleanse every leper and cast out every demon they encounter. Then he sends them out in his name – with his own authority – empowering them to do as he has asked them to do – to heal and to cleanse and to comfort.
Now, you would think that Matthew would mention some of the disciples’ special qualifications for this high calling – the gentle nature of this one or the past experience of another. But he doesn’t mention a single credential. He just gives us their names. It’s from other contexts that we know that most of them were ordinary commercial fishermen, that one was a tax collector, another would betray him, and yet another, in Jesus’ hour of need, would deny he ever knew him.
Will Willimon, the down–to–earth Methodist Bishop, recalls meeting with a group of elementary school children in his church, as they discussed this same passage, Jesus commissioning the twelve for ministry. Willimon pointed out to the children that these disciples were really very ordinary people. Peter was impetuous and shortsighted, constantly making mistakes. Judas stole from the common purse. And when the going got rough, they all left Jesus and fled into the darkness.
“What does that tell you about Jesus, from the people he chose?” Willimon asked the children.
The kids sat in silence for some time. Then one of the young boys responded: “I suppose it shows us that Jesus was a lousy judge of character,” he said.
And that, of course, is the point. Jesus chooses people to help him who are ordinary people, weak people, prone to failure and misunderstanding. And right there lies our hope.
For we, too, are called to ministry, and merciful ministry at that – no matter how unqualified we think we are – because Jesus knows something about growing us up, about helping us become all we can be. And – wouldn’t you know – he uses our own mistakes, our own missteps to do it.
You see, every time we take a wrong turn – and go to God asking for forgiveness – a wellspring of gratitude for God’s gentle mercy rises up inside us. This doesn’t happen just once or twice. It happens over and over again. And in that rhythm of making mistakes, asking forgiveness and finding mercy we learn something. We grow closer to God. We trust him more. Until finally we have something to offer, something to pour out compassionately for our brothers and sisters. For we’ve been there. We know how it feels.
That’s why John Newton, a former slave trader, could write the ever–popular hymn ‘Amazing Grace.’ He knew something of the power of God’s grace and mercy to transform the human heart. That’s why Dorothy Day, who once lived in poverty herself, could dedicate her life to helping the poor. That’s why former addicts can help others struggling with addiction today. Those who have experienced the mercy of God are his most authentic ambassadors, his most effective apostles.
I learned this all over again a few days ago. Sick at heart at some of the racist experiences various people were recounting on television, I finally turned the television off and went down to Lowes to see if their garden shop had brought in any new plants over the weekend. I was looking for the lift that beautiful flowers always bring me.
As I drove into the parking lot I noticed a mother and her little daughter sitting on the grass by the entrance. They were Latinas, and I wondered if they were waiting there for a ride. But it wasn’t until I was on my way home, driving out of the parking lot that I realized why they were there. For now there was a teen–age boy, obviously part of the family, standing there with them. And he was holding a hand–lettered cardboard sign that said, “Lost my job. We’re hungry. Please help. God bless you.”
Sometimes God has to hit me over the head with the message. I rolled down my window and gave him some money. And instantly my sad feelings, my troubled feelings, my harassed and helpless feelings, lifted. I got it.
Jesus said it best, “Blessed are the merciful. For they will be shown mercy.”
Amen

 
 
 
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