Luke 7:11-17
June 9, 2013
Some of the most important lessons I learned
in my Intro to Pastoral Care class in seminary could be summed up in one scene
in the movie Steel Magnolias. In the original movie, Sally Field plays
M’Lynn the mother of Shelby. Shelby is
her only daughter and the movie begins with preparations for Shelby’s
wedding. Shelby is also a diabetic and
has been diabetic since she was a child.
M’Lynn worries about her constantly because she realizes how fragile her
body really can be – especially when Shelby makes the decision to have a
baby.
The
pregnancy takes too much out of her. Her
kidneys fail, and M’Lynn donates one of her own kidneys to Shelby. Eventually that kidney fails too and Shelby
is put on life support. The decision is
made to stop the life support and Shelby dies.
Her
funeral is held in the same Presbyterian church in which she was married. And after the graveside service, everyone
begins to drift away from the grave.
Except M’Lynn. She can’t
leave. She is joined by the other women,
the other magnolias, who have surrounded her throughout the movie. Truvy, Clairee, Ouiser and Annelle. Over the course of the film Annelle becomes the
stereotypical version of born again Christian.
She drops on her knees to pray every other second. She considers other churches outside of her
own to be suspect. And in a moment of
trying to comfort M’Lynn, she says, “We should all be rejoicing. Shelby is with her king!”
M’Lynn
responds, “You go on ahead. I’d rather
have her here.”
Annelle
saves this moment by explaining what she means by that. And it’s beautiful and it allows M’Lynn to
express this raging grief she has at her daughter’s death. She goes from weeping to anger to denial to
weeping once more. There’s a wonderful
moment of comic relief which makes them laugh.
Finally, there’s some semblance of acceptance.
But
what Annelle said has stuck with me. According
to my Intro to Pastoral care class it is a classic example of what NOT to
say. Never tell someone who’s grieving
anything along the lines of “this is God’s will.” “Your loved one is in a better place.” “God needed his special angel with him more
than we needed this loved one with us.”
You get the idea. Even if you
believe all of it sincerely, even if they believe all of it sincerely, don’t
say it! Don’t impede their grief with
bumbling attempts at comfort.
If
you knew nothing else of Jesus except this passage, you might think that he violates
this primary rule. He says exactly what
shouldn’t be said to the widow who has lost her only son. “Do not weep.”
Imagine
what this scene must have looked like.
Jesus and his disciples have just left Capernaum, where, as we read last
week, Jesus had compassion for the slave of a Roman centurion. In the process of this healing even Jesus is
amazed at the faith shown by a so-called outsider. Now Jesus and his disciples and the crowds
who were following them have left Capernaum and travelled what some
commentators believe was about 25 miles southwest to the town called Nain.
At
that same time a funeral procession is leaving the town to bury the only son of
a widow because according to law the dead could not be buried within the town’s
borders. So at this precise moment these
two crowds meet, most likely at the gates of the town. Jesus and the crowds with him are going to
Nain. The widow and the crowds of
mourners surrounding her are leaving Nain to bury her son.
Jesus
sees this crowd and he must have understood immediately how dire the situation
really was. There’s a reason why widows
and orphans are given so much attention in both the Old and New
Testaments. They were the ones who were
most marginalized in that culture. To be
a widow meant that you had lost the protection and status that came with your
husband. It would be up to your
children, hopefully your sons, to care for you.
This woman had already lost the protection of her husband. Now her only son was gone as well. There was no one left to care for her. Not only would she have been mourning her
child, she was also in great danger economically and socially.
Jesus
sees this. He sees her. He has compassion for her. It is his compassion that moves him to walk
over to her and tell her not to weep.
The Greek verb “to have compassion” is splagcnizomai. This verb is
used approximately ten times in the New Testament and it’s only found in the
gospels. It is what the father of the
prodigal son feels when he sees his son from far off. It is what the Samaritan feels when he sees
the man beaten and left for dead by robbers.
The verb stems from the noun which means the bowels or the internal
organs of one’s body. That was
considered the central part of the body and feelings were believed to come from
there. For me this gives the phrase “gut
response” new meaning.
Essentially
Jesus has a gut response to this woman’s need, to her terrible circumstances,
to her grief. He feels compassion and
without being asked he goes to her to help.
He touches the bier, which was like the stretcher the corpse would have
been carried on, and everyone stops. Think
about how dramatic the silence that ensued would have been. All of those people, all of the wailing and
weeping that would have been an expected part of the funeral procession, all of
it ceases. Jesus says to the son, “Young
man, I say to you, rise!” The son sits
up and begins to speak and Jesus gives him to his mother.
The
crowds who witness this understandably respond with amazement, fear, awe and,
as one commentator put it, almost like a Greek chorus they praise and glorify God,
saying “A great prophet has risen among us!”
“God has looked favorably on his people.”
Jesus
says something that in pastoral care parlance should have been the wrong
thing. But he followed it with a
miracle, a resurrection. Out of his
compassion for the widow new life is found in the midst of death and
despair.
A
story that I often tell about the power of compassion is this. When I was first living and working in
Richmond, a young man I went to high school with committed suicide. He was two years behind me in school, but we
were in Varsity Choir together and he was one of the sweetest, dearest guys I
knew. We all became very close when we
put on the musical South Pacific, and
I just adored him. Everyone did. He was much loved, popular, a good student,
the student body president his senior year.
I could go on and on.
My
senior year the choir took a big trip to Orlando, Florida for a choir
competition. At one point in the trip, I
was experiencing challenges with some of my girlfriends. I was standing in a hallway, on the outside
of this group of girls, probably looking desolate. My friend saw this and in his own moment of
compassion came over and talked to me.
He listened to me. It was what I
needed most at that moment. His
compassion made a difference for me at that moment. My great regret is that I couldn’t offer him
that same compassion before he made the decision to end his life.
When
he died, my mother called me at work.
She was worried about me hearing this news at home, alone. At least at my office there would be other
people around. When I got off the phone
with my mother, I was beside myself with grief.
I was very involved with the Presbyterian congregation I’d joined, so I
called the church office hoping to talk to one of the ministers. The associate pastor that I knew the best was
out of town, but the senior pastor took my call. This was a rapidly growing, busy church. Yet he dropped everything and met me at a
local restaurant, bought me coffee and let me grieve. This pastor’s compassion not only made a
difference for me in that heartbreaking moment, it opened me to the possibility
of my own call to ministry.
I
don’t need to tell anyone here that our call as disciples, as followers of
Jesus is to show compassion for others as he showed compassion. I think for most of us that is a given. But our challenge comes in that when Jesus
showed compassion, there were results.
People were healed. The dead were
resurrected. Our compassion can’t
accomplish what Jesus’ did. Children die
and are not given back to their mothers and their fathers. People, who we think have everything, feel so
much despair that they decide the only way out is to take their own life. Our loved ones and our friends fall ill and
we can’t give them health. But even if
we can’t do what Jesus did, our compassion for others is perhaps the most life
giving, most necessary and most essential part of our humanity. Showing compassion may not change someone’s
circumstances, but it might give them hope.
Offering compassion to someone else might give them a reason to get up
in the morning, or the belief that new life is possible even in death.
Showing compassion,
even in a small way, even when we falter with what to say or do, can make all
the difference. When has it made a
difference for you? What difference
have you made for others? Let all God’s
children say, “Amen.”Thanks to WorkingPreacher.org and The Journey With Jesus website for the scholarly contribution to this sermon.
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