6th Sunday after the
Epiphany (Year B) – Sunday, February 12, 2012
Christ Evangelical Lutheran Church,
Lancaster, PA
Texts: Mark 1:40-45
In
1939, a young, German Lutheran pastor named Dietrich Bonhoeffer
boarded the last ship that left New York for Germany before the war
began. From any reasonable point-of-view, he was going the wrong
way. After all, he had fled the country in the first place for a
good reason. He just couldn't stop telling people that the church is
about this Savior we have, Jesus Christ, and the way that he just
can't help but bring people together when we seem determined to drive
them apart. In his native Germany, the church had been effectively
taken over by the Nazi regime, and its proclamation was made to serve
Nazi theology. Bonhoeffer's insistence that Christ was actually not
about world domination and racial purity put him in very dangerous
waters.
I
speak of something I didn't live through (some of you did live
through it), but it seems to me that there is hardly a more stark
example than the Holocaust of how we make lepers out of each other.
You might be wondering what I'm talking about. Making lepers? Isn't
that a disease that you get or are born with, or something? Well,
yes, it is a disease, a skin disease that physically and spiritually
dominates people. In Israel, there had always been a law about
lepers. That's right. You couldn't go near them. They had to live
outside of town. You definitely could not touch them. Why? Because
it would make you unclean, according to laws which are in the Bible.
It would make you unfit to enter the temple or to worship God. It
was assumed by many that lepers, or their parents more likely, had
done something to deserve their fate. You just didn't go near those
people.
So
obviously, we can't literally make people turn into lepers, and why
would we? Well, maybe we need lepers in our lives. Maybe we need
people to push away, so that we can be in the center of things.
After all, for us to be on the inside, there has to be somebody on
the outside. Hitler needed a pervasive enemy, one that was among the
people and all around them, against which he could rally the German
people to his cause. Enter the Jews. But, tragically, we cannot for
a moment forget that we have done, and continue to do the same thing,
all the time. No, we're not killing people, of course. But we are
making lepers out of them. Our society justified the systematic
enslavement of an entire race, so that another race could grow more
crops for less money. We're the ones who speak of bad neighborhoods
so that we can be reminded that we live in good ones. We comfort
ourselves that we are natural-born citizens by speaking of
immigrants. We remind ourselves that we are saints by speaking of
sinners. There have to be bad guys in order for there to be good
guys. As it turns out, we need lepers in our lives. And if we can't
find them, we're pretty good at turning people into them.
We
can't say for sure why God told the Israelites that lepers, and many
others, were ritually unclean and unfit to worship God. Holiness as
God's chosen people out of the nations was the chief concern. Here
today as Christians, we're obviously concerned about holiness also.
But if our holiness requires the dehumanization of others, that is,
turning people into things, that is, making lepers out of them, then
our holiness has little to do with the holiness of Jesus Christ. It
is clear that in Jesus, God is calling us to holiness not by
separating the so-called “holy” people from the lepers, but by
together seeking after the kingdom of God.
The
story of Jesus is the story of God's reckless love. It's the story
of a love so great that it forgives all sin. It's a love that also
reveals just how broken we all are. We cannot live up to God's
standard. We're not going to stop turning other children of God into
lepers. It's what we mean when we say, “we are in bondage to sin.”
So the grace of God was powerfully revealed when the leper
approached, not too quickly, taking each painful step, likely
receiving not-so-kind warnings to stay away from the famous rabbi.
Somehow, someway, thanks be to God, the leper trusts that this rabbi
will be different. “If you choose, you can make me clean.” I
know you can do it. Jesus is not moved with disgust, or moved away
by the stench, but he's moved with compassion. “I do choose. Be
made clean!” I do choose. You.
Jesus,
our Lord, our Savior, didn't need to push people away. He didn't
need to feel like he was on the inside and somebody else had to be on
the outside. He knew he was held in the very center of his Father's
heart. Through Christ, you are as well. “I do choose,” he said,
to break down this crusty, old barrier held up by fear and hate. “I
do choose,” Christ says, to show you what love is all about. I do
choose. You. Even when we choose to keep making lepers out of
people.
But
this decision, this choice to embrace the leper, was not without
consequences. Like any real choice, there was a cost involved.
Jesus hoped this man would keep this healing to himself, after all he
had places to go and many towns in which to share this message about
God's kingdom. But of course the leper couldn't keep it to himself!
He proclaimed it freely so that Jesus could no longer go into a town
openly. The crowds would envelop him. The crowds were beginning to
attract attention from people in high places. They kept Jesus out in
what this translation calls “the country,” but could just as well
be translated, “lonely places,” or “desert places,” or
“wilderness.” At the end of this story, the leper on the outside
is brought in to the town and the great teacher is forced from the
towns to the outside, to desert, lonely places.
Jesus
chose to stop for the possessed, and the sick, and the dying, and the
lepers, and the prostitutes and tax collectors, sinners all. Jesus
accepted the cost of merging the inside and the outside. He was
willing to bear the consequences of refusing to push people away like
we do, in our brokenness. He was willing to stand alone, as the
disciples rejected him and then deserted and denied him, one by one.
On the cross, Jesus said, “I do choose” to each and every one of
you.
What
if we honored Jesus' choice? What if we chose to live as if Jesus
really chose each and every person on this earth? What if there are
no good guys and bad guys, no natural citizens and illegals, no
Americans and Iranians and Russians and Dominicans and Palestinians,
just people for whom Christ died? What if there are no saints and no
sinners, just people who are at the same time both sinners and
saints, people who have fallen short of the glory of God but are now
justified by his grace as a gift, through the redemption that is in
Christ Jesus?
If we
were to think that way, and live that way, it might cost us, like it
cost Jesus. Surely at times we will run away from this cost.
Dietrich Bonhoeffer had an idea of what it could cost him, yet
ignoring the desperate pleas of his friends and colleagues, he got on
that ship and went back to Germany, where people needed to hear about
this Jesus who had nothing to do with ghettos and gas chambers. He
was executed in April 1945 after helping start the Confessing Church
which proclaimed the Christ who chooses all people and drives away no
one. It probably won't cost us our lives, thank God, but following
this Jesus often bears a cost. When we follow Jesus to those whom we
make lepers – to the immigrants, the poverty-stricken, the
prisoners, the drug dealers, or even just the young people who seem
to live in a different world than us – when we follow Jesus to
them, we will likely pay a price – in reputation, or in
money or possessions, and in how we see ourselves. We might
ourselves be pushed outside, to lonely places. But there we will not
be alone. When we separate ourselves by continuing to push others
away, we will not be alone there either. We will find ourselves in
the company of our Lord Jesus Christ who was crucified outside
Jerusalem with criminals. At the crosses in your lives, with those
our world crucifies, you will find this God, whose grace is
sufficient for you, whose power is made perfect in weakness. Amen.
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