Be not Afraid of Your Prophet
To the church in the diaspora[1]
Nehemiah 8:2-4a,5-6,9-10 I Corinthians
12:12-30 Luke 1:1-4;
Also
Jeremiah
1:4-5,17-19 I Corinthians
Introduction
Half
a story
One Sabbath Jesus went to his hometown synagogue in
Today’s gospel
(Lk
A
positive start…
This Sunday’s half of the story seems to end on a
pleasant and positive note: “The eyes of all in the synagogue looked intently
at him. He said to them `Today this Scripture passage is fulfilled in your
hearing’” (Lk
In Mark’s gospel the local folk ask, “Isn’t he the
carpenter, the son of Mary, and the brother of James, Joseph, Judas, and Simon?
Aren’t his sisters living here?” Then Mark says, “And they would not accept
him” (Mk 6: 2-3). The more free-styling translation of the Living Bible, which strives to inject understandable meanings into
Scripture texts, reads,
The
next Sabbath Jesus went to the synagogue to teach, and the people were
astonished at his wisdom and his miracles because he was just a local man like
themselves. “He’s no better than we are,” they said. “He’s just a carpenter,
Mary’s boy, and a brother of James and Joseph, Judas and
Simon.
And his sisters live right here among us.” And so they were offended!
Today’s English Version
reads, “And so they rejected him” (Mk 6: 2-3).
…turns into a ferocious fury
In next Sunday’s half of
the story Jesus notices the congregants’ negative feelings about himself, and he
says to them, “You probably would like to quote me the proverb `Physician cure
thyself.’ You probably would like to say to me, `Do here in your hometown the miracles
you do in
But this Sunday’s half of the story (seemingly
ending on a pleasant and positive note) turns very mean and ugly and almost
deadly in the rest of the story next Sunday! When the people in the synagogue heard Jesus’
words about the bad reception that prophets get in their hometowns, they were
all filled with an insane fury. They rose up, drove him out of the
town and led him to the brow of the hill on which their town was built. There
they were going to throw him over a cliff, but he slipped away on them (Lk
Ferocious religious people
The whole story which
begins this Sunday but ends next Sunday gives us pause: we wonder how in the
world can so-called religious people, who go to synagogues and churches and
mosques, be stirred up to a ferocious fury which is ready to throw human beings
(prophets) over a cliff; or ready to burn human beings (heretics) at the stake;
or ready to bury 3,000 human beings (infidels) in a ruble of deadly hate on a beautiful
September day? Religion, at its worst, makes us terrorists inflicting mortal wounds.
At its best, it makes us Good Samaritans healing wounds.
An incredibly short distance
The whole story which
begins this Sunday but ends next Sunday gives us pause: we marvel at the incredibly
short distance which lies between admiration and fury, and how easily
admiration can pass into fury. At one moment everyone in the
synagogue is “speaking highly of Jesus” and “drinking in the gracious words
that fall from his lips” (vs 22). Minutes
later, the synagogue turns into an insanely infuriated mob which springs to its
feet and drives Jesus out of town, where they intend to throw him over a cliff (vs.
28-29).
Your prophet
The whole story
which begins this Sunday but ends next Sunday gives us pause: don’t throw your
prophet over a cliff! Your prophet is the one sent to tell you something you
need to hear, but because you don’t want to hear it, it infuriates you. Your
prophet is the one sent to show you something new, but because the new is
always hard and the old is always easy, it infuriates you. Your prophet is the
one sent to tell you something that will make you think, but because not
thinking is so much easier than thinking, it infuriates you. Your prophet is the
one sent to speak to you about something that is meaningful and has a relevancy
for your life, but because that robs his message of it harmlessness, strange to
say, that, too, infuriates you. Don’t throw your prophet over a cliff. Instead,
give him welcome, for he wishes to render you a great service (Mt
The
prophet Küng
Fr. Hans Küng is a German Swiss theologian. In a little volume (remarkably small
for a man known for voluminous and scholarly works filled with German
thoroughness) Küng, writes, “I cannot believe:
A.
that he, who warned the Pharisees against laying intolerable burdens on
people’s shoulders would today declare all artificial contraception to be
mortal sin;
B.
that he, who particularly invited failures to his table, would forbid all
remarried divorced people ever to approach that table;
C.
that he, who was constantly accompanied
by women (who provided for his keep), and whose apostles, except for Paul, were
all married and remained so, would today have forbidden marriage to all
ordained men and ordination to all women;
D. that he, who said `I
have compassion on the crowd,’ would have increasingly deprived congregations
of their pastors and allowed a system of pastoral care built up over a period
of a thousand years to collapse. (Is he speaking about our shortage of priests
and our funny creations like the ”Church of the Three Holy Women?”)
E.
that he, who defended the adulteress and sinners, would pass such harsh
verdicts in delicate questions requiring discriminating and critical judgment,
like pre-marital sex, homosexuality and abortion” (Why I am still a Christian by Hans Küng).
Hans Küng with his prophetic voice infuriates
people, especially some in high places in the church. People in high places have
their own way of expressing their fury. It isn’t raw; it’s refined. They wouldn’t
think of throwing Küng over a cliff, but they did revoke his right to teach
Catholic theology.
Don’t throw Fr. Hans
Küng over a cliff. Instead, give him welcome, for he wishes to render you a
great service (Mt
The prophet Gumbleton
Thomas
J. Gumbleton, formerly an auxiliary bishop in
In
a presentation on May 25, 2002, in Lexington, MA, Gumbleton said, “We must
further the steps we took in our pastoral letter Always Our Children to overcome the homophobia within our culture
and within the Church. We must be a truly welcoming community for homosexual
people.... Always Our Children
pointed out that homosexuals are a gift to the Church, and we should not
marginalize them and push them aside.”
In
Bishop Gumbleton with his prophetic voice
infuriates people, especially some in high places in the church. People in high
places have their own way of expressing their fury. It isn’t raw; it’s refined.
They wouldn’t think of throwing Gumbleton over a cliff. Instead he never got
any higher on the ecclesiastical ladder than auxiliary bishop of
Conclusion
“Nolite
timere”
Be
not afraid
The whole story which begins this Sunday but ends
next Sunday gives us pause. At the end of the day our
insane fury at prophets is perhaps more fear than anything. The task is to name
our fear. When some prophet tells us that priestesses are sure to come or that
homosexuals are a gift to the church and shouldn’t be marginalized, and that
fills us with fury (which is more fear than anything) what, we ask, is that fear
all about? We must name our fear. When some prophet tells us that Jesus, who defended the
adulteress and sinners, would not pass harsh verdicts in delicate matters like pre-marital
sex or homosexuality, and that fills us with fury (which is more fear than anything) what,
we ask is that fear all about? We must name our fear.
“Be not afraid” is a
wonderful endless refrain in the New Testament.
“Be not afraid, Zachariah.
Your
aged wife Elizabeth will bear a son
and
his name will be John“ (Lk
“Be
not afraid, Mary.
God
has been gracious to you.
You
will conceive and bear a son
and call him Emmanuel” (Lk
“Be
not afraid, Joseph.
Take
Mary as your wife
for
she has conceived of the Holy Spirit” (Mt
“Be
not afraid, you shepherds.
I
bring you tiding of great joy:
this
day is born to you a savior” (Lk
“Be
not afraid, little flock.
It
has please your Father
to
give you the Kingdom” (Lk
We must name our fear,
and then we must let that wonderful endless New Testament refrain of ours flow
over it. It will help to wash away our fury and our need to throw the prophet sent
us over a cliff.
[1] Diaspora
is a Greek word meaning dispersion. Originally it referred to the settling of scattered colonies of
Jews outside