Take a Leap
"I know God will
not give me anything I can't handle. I just wish he didn't trust me so much."
--Mother Treasa of Calcutta
--Mother Treasa of Calcutta
Faith is
a tricky thing it seems. Sometimes one who
claims to be acting on faith is simply avoiding the responsibility to apply any
rational effort to see the truth; other times, Christians feel that acknowledging mystery
is a throwback to the Middle Ages and superstition. Like most
extremes, the wisdom of faith and reason is more like a dance than a
recipe. It is helpful, I think, to see the foundation of our belief in God, in the mission of Jesus as the Christ, our
salvation and resurrection, and other essentials of Christianity as matters of faith rather
than logical constructs that have a beautiful internal consistency;
Christianity makes, I think, a rather shabby philosophy with all its demands on a passionate belief
based on an encounter with a person rather than theory.
We have
two such personal encounters in
today's gospel reading: one with a "synagogue official named Jairus" and the other with a woman
afflicted with "hemorrhages". Jarius wants Jesus to heal his daughter; the woman also seeks Jesus' healing
while he was en route to his
first appointment. What both these stories have in common is the linking
of faith to healing, and of healing to salvation.
Jesus'
life on earth was one of preaching and healing, full of passionate encounters and
the revealing of the kingdom as a kingdom of restoration and grace. In
the first century, disease and death were all "unclean" and associated with sin. Jesus'
announcing the Good News brings an end to sin and death through healing and
grace; these were lived experiences, not
propositional arguments made by Jesus. The woman, pushing through the
crowd, touched Jesus' cloak and became "aware at once that power had gone
out from him". Jesus did not
willingly give his "power" of healing to the woman, but she received
it because of her faith, her bold determination to associate her healing with
touching Jesus, or failing that, at least his cloak. Jesus
declares "Daughter, your faith has saved you. Go in peace and be cured of
your affliction."
Faith is also associated with the healing/salvation
of Jairus' daughter. Jesus doesn't anoint her or say prayers, he simply told her to get
up after declaring to her anguished father "Do not be afraid; just have
faith". Jarius' faith, like that of the hemorrhaging woman, was
faith in desperation. They had nowhere else to turn. Jesus was their last hope. They knew they did
not merit the healing, but sought it anyway
because they had nowhere else to turn. If logic were applied here, we would
question Jesus' declaration of adequate faith. Faith borne of desperation
for many is not faith at all; it's simply
the last chance.
Thomas
Merton, the Catholic monk, made famous
from his writing from his Cistercian vocation penned this prayer:
My Lord God, I have no idea where
I am going.
I do not see the road ahead of
me. I cannot know for certain where it will end, nor do I really know myself, and the fact that I think
I am following your will does not mean that I am actually doing so. But I believe that the desire to please you does
in fact please you and I hope that I have that desire in all that I am
doing. And I know that if I do this, you will lead me by the right road
although I may know nothing about it. Therefore
will I trust you always though I may seem to be lost and in the shadow of
death, I will not fear, for you are ever with me and you will never leave me to
face my perils alone.
That
Merton came to understand most vividly in his life as a monk was that all of
our spiritual life was lived on the edge
when faced truthfully. Faith doesn't sprout from a certainty; it springs from profound, experienced uncertainty. Like the woman plowing
through the crowd of Jesus' entourage, we have to
plow very often through the
"faithful" who surround Jesus. Sometimes, it is not enough to
follow those who follow Jesus; we must
somehow make it up to the master's robes and touch them ourselves if what we
desire is salvation. But even if we trip and fall, the master knows our
effort and our direction; we never need to make
it to the cloak to receive healing. Our faith drives us because at the
root of our faith is passion. It could be passion born of profound gratitude, or of desperation and fear, but what is
important is that our faith drives our will to trust. To trust not in the
all too fallible institutions, not even
in those who are pointing the way, but to the destination of our yearning: the person of Christ, himself.