Lent 4A
Sitting
by the side of the road is a man, blind since birth, begging – as he does every
day, day in and day out. Each day much like the one before. And, any thought he
gives to what tomorrow might bring is void of imagination because he knows that
it will be just like today. Cast out by
his family, cast out by the religious authorities, isolated by his inability to
see and by the society which refuses to see him. And along comes Jesus with his disciples and,
as if it were possible to make things even worse, the disciples ask Jesus, “who
sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?”[1] The beggar man is right there. He can hear
them. And now, by the disciples’ inquiry, he becomes even less than a person –
he is simply an object for their theological inquiry. And perhaps at this point in his life he has
become numb to the pain that such treatment brings. After all, he is living in a culture that
does, in fact, blame illness and physical impairment on sinful behavior and the
punishment for sin is understood to be passed down from generation to
generation. Or maybe he is not numb but
rather curious – perhaps he has spent lonely hours on the side of the road
asking the same question – “What have I done to deserve this?” or “What did my
parents do that I should be born this way?”
But
then Jesus responds in word and in action. He tells the disciples that sin is
not the reason for this man’s blindness; rather, it is “so that God’s works
might be revealed in him.”[2] And the next thing you know, Jesus is making
mud out or a mixture of the dirt on the ground and the spit from his mouth and
he spreads it on the man’s eyes. How bad
must this man’s life have been that he would allow this to happen to him? How
desperate must he have been to be healed that he would allow an unnamed
stranger to smear this dirty paste on his eyes?
And how desperate and trusting he must have been to do what this unnamed
stranger tells him to do: “Go, wash in the pool of Siloam.”[3] And, the beggar man gets up and does as he is
told.
There
is a hymn that congregations often sing during Lent written by Bob Dufford, a
Jesuit priest.
You
shall cross the barren desert,
but you shall not die of thirst.
You shall wander far in safety
though you do not know the way.
but you shall not die of thirst.
You shall wander far in safety
though you do not know the way.
You
shall speak your words in foreign lands
and all will understand.
You shall see the face of God and live.
and all will understand.
You shall see the face of God and live.
If
you pass through raging waters
in the sea, you shall not drown,
If you walk amid the burning flames,
you shall not be harmed.
If you stand before the pow’r of hell
and death is at your side,
know that I am with you
through it all.[4]
in the sea, you shall not drown,
If you walk amid the burning flames,
you shall not be harmed.
If you stand before the pow’r of hell
and death is at your side,
know that I am with you
through it all.[4]
And since reading this
gospel passage earlier in the week, this song has been with me and has taken on
new significance. Because now I wonder, what would it take for me to allow a
stranger to smear spit-filled mud on my blind eyes, let alone to compel me to
cross a barren desert or to pass through raging waters in the sea? What kind of desperate situation must I be in
to think that doing these things would be better than my present life.
There is
a desperation that drives refugees from Syria to traverse the barren Sahara Desert
where, on average, 14 refugees and migrants from sub-Saharan Africa die each
day. There is a desperation that drives
refugees onto boats chartered by people-traffickers in an effort to cross the
raging waters of the Mediterranean Sea where in the first nine weeks of this
year, 521 people are known to have drowned.[5] Add to that, an estimated 250 people who are
presumed dead when two partially submerged rubber dinghies were found off the
coast of Libya on Friday.[6]
And yet,
the refugees continue to make the perilous crossing because that’s what
desperation does. The desperation of the blind man on the side of
the road in this morning’s gospel, of course, pales in comparison. But there is
another parallel which has to do with the way in which society treats
them. Both the blind man and the Syrian
refugees are outcasts and both have become less than human by the treatment
they receive from other people. In the
case of the blind beggar, even Jesus’ disciples speak of him as an object to
learn from – a case study in the doctrine of sin. And, once his sight is
restored, he is a piece of evidence for the Pharisees as they consider whether
or not Jesus is a sinner for healing on the Sabbath.
In a
review of the Viet Than Nguyen’s Pulitzer prize winning book Refugees in America, reviewer Joyce
Carol Oates writes:
“the refugee loses his identity amid the anonymity of many
others like him. In the way that enslaved persons are truncated by the term
‘slaves,’ defined by their condition, there’s a loss of identity in the
category term ‘refugees.’”[7]
And, in the case of the
Syrian refugees? They are no longer individuals but problems to be dealt with,
a situation that needs to be managed. I
learned this week that 24 African countries receive money from the European
Union to “deal with” the refugee problem.[8] By the year 2020, it is estimated that these
countries will have received more than 8 billion Euro to keep refugees out of
Europe, to ensure that this problem doesn’t become Europe’s problem.[9] I cannot even imagine what the same
commitment of resources might do to change the lives of the people – not
problems – the people who are fleeing Syria.
And here, in the United States, we have had two failed attempts this
year by our president to ban refugees from entering our country; but will we
remain vigilant to ensure that all such future attempts continue to be
thwarted?
Of
course, there is an alternative to seeing people as objects, as problems to be
solved. It is the way of Jesus. Jesus sees a man on the side of the road who
cannot see. And he stops, gets his hands dirty, and heals the man. He treats him with dignity and with
respect. There is a refrain to Bob
Dufford’s hymn:
Be
not afraid.
I go before you always.
Come, follow, me
and I will give you rest.[10]
I go before you always.
Come, follow, me
and I will give you rest.[10]
Who will you and I be in
this story? Will we be like the
Pharisees who are willing to cast aside another human being – or to allow
others to do so in our name? Or will we use the gifts God has given us to be
like Jesus striving for justice and peace among all people, and respecting the
dignity of every human being?
[1] John 9:2
[2] John 9:3
[3] John 9:7
[4] Robert J. Dufford,
“You Shall Cross the Barren Desert,” (Portland, OR: Robert J. Dufford, SJ and
New Dawn Music, 1975) in Wonder, Love and
Praise: A Supplement to The Hymnal 1982, (New York: Church Publishing,
1997), #811.
[5] “Hundreds feared dead in the MediterraneanSea,” Al Jazeera, accessed March 25,
2017.
[6] Ibid.
[7] Joyce Carol Oates,
“Review of Refugees in America byViet Than Nguyen,” The New Yorker, February
13 and 20, 2017, accessed
March 25, 2017.
[8] Caitlin L. Chandler,
“Europe’s Refugee Colonialism,” Africa Is
a Country, January 26, 2017,
accessed March 25, 2017.
[10] Dufford.
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