A SERMON FOR THE 18TH SUNDAY AFTER PENTECOST
Did you notice in today’s Gospel
that when they brought the man sick of the palsy to our Lord, Jesus had no
intention of healing him. It says that our
Lord “saw their faith” already. So he
didn’t need to perform a miracle.
Miracles were our Lord’s way of reinforcing the credibility and
authority of his teaching by showing people he could do things they
couldn’t. People needed to have faith in
him and in what he taught them, but for most of them, their faith was not
strong enough to make them change their lives.
No, what they needed was something that that would astonish them,
something that would make them stop in their tracks and go “Ooh” and “Aah”. So very often, Our Lord would deign to grant
their wishes and would perform a miracle.
He made the blind to see, the deaf to hear and the dumb to speak; he
made lame men walk and cleansed lepers.
“Ooh! Aah!” But in this particular case he “saw their
faith”, he saw that these people who brought him the man sick of the palsy
already had a sufficiently strong faith and didn’t need any miraculous displays
of his supernatural powers.
So even though they had brought
him this sick man, presumably so that our Lord could heal him, Jesus was
prepared to refuse that healing. Perhaps
it was better for this sick man to earn a higher place in heaven through his
suffering, perhaps our Lord wanted to test the man’s faith by allowing his
sickness to continue. Whatever the
reason for not curing him, our Lord nevertheless wanted to do something for
this poor man. So he did. He forgave his sins.
Think about this a moment from
God’s perspective. When God looks down
on us, living our lives in this world, lives which have no other purpose than
to test us and see if we love God enough to merit heaven, what do you think is
most important in this divine inspection of his creatures? Is God primarily interested in whether our bodies
are healthy? Or whether our souls
are healthy? Which is more important to
God—that we avoid temporary suffering in this vale of tears, or eternal suffering
in hell? While God is certainly
compassionate for our temporal suffering, obviously he has more care for our
souls than our bodies. Thus, when they
bring to him a man suffering from the palsy, our Lord seeks to reward them, and
him, by curing the man’s soul rather than his body. He says to the man “Son, be of good cheer;
thy sins be forgiven thee.” And
hopefully, since this was far more consequential to the sick man than merely
curing his body, both he and those who had carried him there were indeed “of
good cheer,” believing that he was far better off with this spiritual
healing he had received.
But then of course, as is always
the case, there are those nearby who do not have such good faith in our
Lord. “Certain of the scribes said
within themselves, This man blasphemeth.”
These men of little faith refused to believe that Christ was the Son of
God and that he had power to forgive sins.
Of course, it was not Christ who blasphemed. The blasphemy came from those who accused the
Son of God of blasphemy. Our Lord knew
exactly what they were thinking and replied to their evil thoughts: “Wherefore
think ye evil in your hearts? For
whether is easier, to say Thy sins are forgiven thee; or to say, Arise and
walk?”
Let’s ask ourselves at this point
in the story, whom do we more closely resemble?
The people who were perfectly content with the spiritual healing
of the man with the palsy, the forgiveness of his sins? Or the
scribes who needed proof that Christ had such power, who needed a miracle
before they would even consider believing in him? Are we of good cheer when we come out of the
confessional with our sins forgiven? Or
do we come out complaining because we have a headache, or because the chapel is
too warm, or the sermon too long? Do we
secretly wish for miracles, that our physical ailments and discomforts may vanish
away in a puff of smoke, or that I might finally have written a sermon that’s
less than ten minutes? That’s one
miracle that isn’t happening today. But
think about it, are we men of faith? Or
men of little faith? Can we be content
with the supernatural miracles hidden in the sacraments, the miracle of
forgiveness in Confession, the miracle of the Real Presence in the Holy
Eucharist? Or are we constantly seeking
wonders? Hollywood has succeeded to a
large extent in making amazing events and astonishing superpowers normal. From Clarence the Angel to the Bionic Man, we
can “ooh” and “aah” all day long. And if
we stop to think for a moment, isn’t this what the devil wanted all along? That we become numb to the truly miraculous,
and treat with contempt those hidden miracles that we cannot see, those that
truly count?
Let’s pause and reflect on the
truly amazing powers of God. Whether we
see them, as the people in Fatima back in 1917 saw the Miracle of the Sun, or
whether we see them only through the eyes of faith, such as the real presence
of God on our altar this morning, God’s powers are awesome enough that we
should indeed stand in awe before them.
We don’t need to hear the equivalent of those words, “Arise, take up thy
bed, and go unto thine house.” We don’t
need to be cured of our diseases, we don’t need for all our sufferings and
tribulations to just go away. What we do
need is the faith to be of good cheer, that the sacraments of our Holy Church
will provide us with the graces we need to save our souls. That really is something that should make us
rejoice. For that is really all we need.
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