Sunday, September 30, 2012

“Cut it off? No, Cut it Out!”



Pentecost 17
September 30, 2012
Mark 9:38-50
 
Can you imagine the side conversations going on between the disciples after Jesus’ teaching here?
What does he mean cut your hand off if it causes you to stumble? Doesn’t he know how much that is going to hurt?  Is he serious?  And what exactly does stumble mean?  What are the rules we have to follow if we are going to do just what Jesus said we should do?   But again, is he really serious?  Cause I gave that other exorcist a dirty look earlier for not following the rules…does that mean I should go take my eye out?  I don’t know if I could do that.
And it all started because John and the disciples were threatened that there was someone outside of the twelve who was able to cast out demons in Jesus’ name…and they had had some trouble with it.  He wasn’t one of them…he hadn’t been in the inner circle…how was he able to cast out demons in Jesus’ name…that’s not fair…Jesus, make him stop…he’s not following us!
Wait us? I thought you were all following Jesus…shouldn’t John have said he’s not following you? Actually, he couldn’t have really said that because it wouldn’t have been true. The man was following Jesus and had apparently picked up some tricks in regards to casting out demons in Jesus’ name. 
So Jesus responds to John “don’t stop him from doing deeds of power in my name.  He’s making a difference, and if you stop him, the deeds of power being done by him in my name are going to end.  And there’s really no reason for you to be worried, someone who does a deed of power in my name isn’t going to be speaking ill of me anytime soon.” 
That’s when Jesus launches into the better than’s…it would be better for you if a millstone were tied around your neck and be thrown into the sea than to make a little one who believes in me stumble…it would be better for you to enter life maimed or lame than to have a hand or foot that causes you to sin…it you would be better for you to have one eye, than two eyes that cause you do things you shouldn’t.   
And we repeat…boy, I really hope he’s not serious.
And Jesus isn’t serious.  He doesn’t want us to cut off our hands and feet or tear our eye out if they cause us to sin.  There would sure by a lot of bloodshed if that happened.  Instead, Jesus takes the opportunity to employ a bit of exaggeration to get the attention of the disciples…and our attention as well.  Be careful of the things we say, the things we do, and the way we look at people sometimes.  It’s easy to be hurtful when we are not careful.  And it happens to all of us, when we get cut off in traffic, when someone participates in an activity that we don’t approve of, we a project we are working on gets messed up, or when someone steals the spotlight from us…when we get annoyed, or frustrated, or become focused solely on ourselves, it gets easy to say and act in ways that we wish we could take back later. 
It’s in these cases that it’s good to know that Jesus isn’t always dead serious when he teaches…that sometimes he bit of a flare for the dramatic when trying to get a point across.  It’s also a good thing that there really is no such thing as a true biblical literalist.  Otherwise, there would be a lot of people out there walking around missing an eye, a hand, a foot…maybe even a tongue.  If we did take everything in the bible literally, then maybe the group of disciples would look like what Pastor Michael Coffey, from Austin, Texas, described in this poem. 

"One of them came in wet with a millstone and a rope
knotted around his throat gasping for air having dragged
the darn thing up from the bottom of the river
where he once was baptized a while back
because he had cursed at a child for high pitched screaming

Another came in with her right hand
hacked off – she was left-handed –
and she dripped crimson drops all the way
down the hall to Jesus' living room
admitting she had used the missing appendage
to flip someone off in traffic for cutting in

One more limped in with a lopped off foot
in his hand and he dropped to the floor sobbing
because he had tripped someone in line
in front of him to get a better seat
at the Bruce Springstein concert

Then there was the disciple who had an eye patch
and fumbled her way through the door
having glared at her next door neighbor with
a rude stare because she looked way too  good
in that new dress and those shoes with red soles
and wished she would trip and tear her ACL

The poem doesn’t end here.  But what comes next really hits what Jesus was trying to get across to the disciples.  And to us. 

They gathered around Jesus, each face
with a seriousness that puzzled the good Lord
except for the one with the plucked out eye –
it was hard to look puzzled with the patch and all.
He looked at them and said,
holding back an uncharacteristic chuckle:

For God’s sake, stop damaging yourselves.
You know I was kidding, right? 
Have you heard of hyperbole, people?
Just don’t do those mean things anymore
and if you do, say you’re sorry, make amends, and move on.
Lift up the lowly and respect the helpless.  
 It’s just not that hard.
Come on, folks!  Get over yourselves!
You're not that bad, and you're not that good."

There’s no actual call for us to damage ourselves when we do wrong by our neighbors…but rather, a call to do our best to be at peace with each other, to keep our actions and our words in check, because we never really know what the reactions will be to them.   None of us are perfect, we’re all going to offend someone at some point, whether we mean to or not…it’s a fact of life.   
And knowing that none of us are perfect and that sometimes it is hard for us to be at peace with each other, Jesus went to the cross and initiated the peace making process.  For in that act, Jesus made peace between us and God, which opened up for us a pathway through which we can to be at peace with one another.  To make amends when we mess up, to love one another and to be that salt that adds flavor to one another’s lives.  That sounds like a much better deal that cutting our limbs off.    

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