“Listen to Him”
by Bruce J. Johnson
Scripture: Mark 9: 2-9
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Well, all this reminds me of
the powerful and critically acclaimed 1986 play written by Tom Griffin called
“The Boys Next Door.” Fundamentally, the
play gives insights into the reality of “de-institutionalization,” caused by
under-resources and the over crowded state of community care. The setting is a
group home for four intellectually and physically challenged adults.
He meets Sheila at a party,
which the group home directors throw for them. He sees Sheila and suddenly his
life is changed. Of course, he shyly offers her some doughnuts, and she gladly
accepts. But then, the play changes and suddenly shifts into a scene where both
Sheila and Norman are transfigured. Instead of being shy, doughnut-obsessed and
incredibly awkward, this huge clumsy man becomes light on his feet and asks her
to dance. She loses her nervous tick and strange gait as she gladly accepts.
AND THEY DANCE-- a ballroom
dance, in a scene which is flooded on stage with light but the viewer
understands and experiences both the light of hope within and a fierce
imagination for how sweet, whole and healed a life for these two could be. Gone
are their awkward, adolescent shyness and their physical limitations--- present
instead, is a vision of how love changes everything, casting a golden light of
perfection, acceptance and blissful completion as a couple--- who we know, in
reality, have to struggle much harder at living and loving than in this scene
of transfiguration. In their faces and in their bodies, we see a glimpse of the
beauty behind the ordinary suffering of life; we see faces shining with the
grace of God but we also know that this is happening in the midst of some tough
times and harsh realities.
(I’m indebted to the Rev.
Patricia de Jong and Stephen Dunne for this reference.)
I wonder if that was similar
to what Peter, James and John experienced that day when Jesus took them high up
the mountain where they witnessed the brilliant love of God in the midst of a
life that was inexorably moving in such a different direction---toward
I can’t help but think that
the circumstances were not much different. As a matter of fact, who among us
can’t identify with Peter’s exuberance and compulsive need to do something to
hang on to the moment? Indeed, Peter initially responds to all of this as most
of us would; he begins to babble and bubble over with great ideas for saving
the moment. “Let’s build some booths!” “Let’s hold on to this experience!” This
is important, let’s make it permanent! If the scene had happened today, you can
bet that Peter would have been moving about with his digital video camera
whirring—making sure that he got everything on disc from every angle and then
as soon as he got down from the mountain – it would have been sent out over the
net!
And why wouldn’t he? He was
coming off somewhat a bad week--- one that started good. You will remember, I’m
sure, that the days leading up to the trek up the mountain were filled with
tough lessons. The eighth chapter of Mark is the one that contains Peter’s
great confession (“Who do men say that I am?” and then, “Who do you say that I
am?”) It is Peter who blurts out: “You
are the Christ!” That chapter, however, also contains his great failure—that
is, when Jesus talked ‘ plainly’ (the word used in scripture) The Way says
that He talked with the disciples ‘quite frankly’ about his rejection by the
elders and chief priests and about his suffering and death ---Peter would hear
none of it! And then to the multitudes he talked about carrying crosses and
losing lives and making the right profit and living amidst an adulterous and
sinful generation.
I often wonder whether the
mountaintop experience was part of the plan, the way in which God hoped to help
Peter and the other disciples with their resistance, blindness and deafness. And
maybe the appearance of the cloud and the voice is the activity of an
exasperated God—who comes to the end of his patience with Peter who is now
bustling and babbling rather than savoring!
“LOOK,
THIS IS MY BELOVED SON- LISTEN TO HIM!
NOT EASY TO DO, especially
when what you and I are called to hear is so unpleasant and unsettling!
I have enjoyed reading the
articles about and tributes to Fred Rogers who died on Thursday. He was a
Presbyterian minister, ordained in 1962 and charged with the mission “to keep
doing what he was doing on television.”
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‘Mister Roger’s Neighborhood’
was his show, and his songs, and stories and heart to heart talks with
countless thousands of children over 900 episodes taught children how get along
in the world. Over and over again, it was mentioned that he was the last of the
‘real people’ in children’s television--- now it’s all animation!
Moreover, the tributes
flood in because his was a revolutionary idea--- which children needed to deal
with the world as it is. He once said in an interview:
“The
world is not always a kind place. That’s something all children
learn
for themselves, whether we want them to or not, but it is something they really
need our help to understand. They need to be taught that their worst fears are
manageable and mentionable…”
So, Mister Rogers never
shied away from topics like war, death, divorce, poverty and disability. And he
constantly addressed the issues of self-esteem and the joy of imagination and
the adventure of curiosity.
I’M SIMPLY IN AWE OF THE
‘NUMBERS’ WHO HAVE LISTENED TO HIM AND HOW MANY LIVES HAVE BEEN TOUCHED AND
TRANSFORMED BY WHAT HAS BEEN HEARD!
So, it is of no wonder to
me that the words spoken by the voice coming from the cloud were—“Listen to
Him.” You may not want to hear these things but what he has to say is
essential!
Listening—just listening is
essential on a number of different levels.
First and foremost---you
know, when I read stories like today’s—including what I have mentioned from the
8th chapter of Mark, I think of the sense of pain and isolation that
Jesus must have felt when, in one way or another, Peter and the other disciples
just refused to hear anything about his suffering and death. Among the many who
have spoken about the power of listening. Rachel Naomi Remen, the author of
Kitchen Table Wisdom speaks eloquently in a reflection title: “Just Listen”
Listen:
“I
suspect that the most basic and powerful way to connect to another person is to
listen. Just listen. Perhaps the most important thing we ever give each other
is our attention. And especially if it is given from the heart. When people are
talking, there’s no need to do anything but receive them. Just take them in.
Listen to what they’re saying... Care about it…” (p. 143)
Listening is all about
making a human connection. It is about personal participation in another
person’s life. I think that we all know that and on this Transfiguration
Sunday, on the eve of the season of Lent and our journey with Jesus to
Jerusalem--- he wants us to listen, to connect, to pay attention, to care and
ultimate to share in what he will go through for us.
Secondly, listening is
about learning or about coming to know or being challenged to acknowledge new
truths and trust new promises.
The TV show ‘Touched by an
Angel’ continues in its popularity as an alternative to what--- ironically-- we
call ‘REALITY TV.’
The format for the show is
always the same—Tess, Monica and Andrew—entering a person’s life who is lost
and lonely, experiencing tragedy or being destructive. Throughout the show,
they try their best to teach new insights, tell new truths and show a new way
but not until the light shines—does the individual take notice and begin to
listen. The message is always the same:
God
loves you and will walk with you wherever you must go and you will get to the
place you are supposed to be!
When that voice spoke from
the cloud that day, it was saying not only that listen would be important for
Jesus but that it would be essential for us… so that we can see and hear the
truth about God’s love for us--- a love that lights the way to life and life
eternal.
And so, let us today---
“Listen to Him.”
Call to Communion-- He speaks
to us in the sacrament of communion.
This
is my body which broken for you.
This
is my blood, which is shed for you.
Eat
and rink and know my love.