“Why Wonder and Stare?”

by Bruce J. Johnson

May 4, 2003

 

 

Do you remember the story from the 11th chapter of the gospel according to Matthew, when John the Baptist had been thrown into prison and is about to lose his head at the ax of a brutal Herod Antipas? He sends a few of his followers to Jesus. Before he dies, John wants to know for sure whether or not Jesus is the promised one, the Messiah. So, the followers seek out Jesus and ask: “Are you the one who is to come or shall we look for another?”

 

Jesus’ answer was simple and direct but in some ways, needed interpretation:

“Go and tell John what you hear and see: the blind receive sight, the lame walk, lepers are cleansed, and the deaf hear, and the dead are raised up, and the poor have good news preached to them…”

                                                             (Matthew 11: 2-5)

 

Perhaps there may be many things that we don’t know or understand about our Easter faith but one thing we do know is that the ‘Truth’ is also to be found in what love accomplishes in our lives! Love is as love does and that’s the truth—whether we’re talking about God’s love or our own!

 

There is the story about a recent convert to the Christian faith who was asked by some still unbelieving friends what this man has learned about Jesus since converting:

 

The friend said to him: “I hear you have become a Christian.”

“Yes,” the convert replied.

How much research did you do before making that decision?

Not much?

How much to do know about this Jesus?

What country was he born in? --- Not sure!

How old was he when he died?  Don’t know.

Well, can you tell me how many sermons he preached? Or How many miracles he performed or how he was raised from the dead? Asked the friend.

 

No, I can’t. I don’t know.

“You certainly know very little for a man who claims to be a Christian!

“You are right, “replied the convert, “I am ashamed of how little I know--- but this much I do know. Three years ago, I was a drunkard. I was in debt. My family was coming apart at the seams. My wife and children would dread my return home each evening. I was desperate. I gave my heart o God and accepted Christ as my Savior. Now I have given up booze. We are out of debt and my wife and I are in love once more. I believe that Christ has done all this for me… I may not know too much but this much I do know!

 

Today’s story from the Book of Acts ranks among my favorites. The disciples are still in Jerusalem, days after Pentecost. Peter and John are on their way up to the temple for their morning prayers. At the gate lay a crippled man who was there at the same place every day--begging for nickels and dimes so he would contribute to his rent, pay for his meals, have a change of clothing! When he sees Peter and John, he makes his hit, fully expecting something from them. Peter and John, however, are broke themselves. (We’ll take them at the word—they’re not from stingy New England—tough to get money out of according to the Hartford Courant!) But Peter does hear him and see him and responds to him---one of the great lines in all of scripture:

“I have so silver or gold, but I give you what I have--- in the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, walk!”

 

Then, Peter took him by the hand and helped up. His feet and ankles became strong and he was one a happy guy!

 

Of course, everyone around the place is astonished and amazed, trying to figure out how this has happened. So, Peter confronts them in a somewhat condescending way, saying: Why do you wonder about what has happened here and why do stare at us--- as if what has happened hasn’t happened before and as if we are the one’s who did it!

 

It is not about us but the power of God and it has happened before. Don’t you remember? ---“the blind see, the deaf hear, the lame walk, lepers are cleansed and the dead are raised!” Indeed, Jesus was raised --- just as we said!

 

I was so honored to have been asked to deliver the eulogy at Kristine Alexander funeral mass on Wednesday at St. Luke’s Catholic Church in Ellington. Of course, I am at my best when I have to say the least—so the strength of those few moments was really provided by Kris’s sister, Robin, who wrote a truly lovely poem and the personal remembrances of Gary Benevides—for whose band Kris had been the lead singer. The service was so special because of how Kris had lived her life despite incredible adversity. She died at the age of 36 after an 8 year battle with cancer but she had to deal with legal blindness from birth. She had a lovely voice and quite a career as an entertainer. All along the way she sang often in church. She was a member of our choir. There wasn’t choir she didn’t enjoy! Her CD was played during the service. We listened to her sing a song about angels, the ‘Ave Maria’ and of course, ‘Amazing Grace.’

 

Among the things I was thinking of during the service was the story:

“A grandfather and a grandmother are in a gift shop looking for something to give their granddaughter for her birthday. Suddenly, the grandmother spots a beautiful teacup.

 

“Look at this lovely cup, she says to her husband. He picks it up and says, You’re right. This is one of the loveliest teacups I have ever seen.”

 

At that point something remarkable happened. The teacup says to the grandparents, “Thanks you for the compliment, but I wasn’t always so beautiful.”

 

Instead of being surprised that the cup could talk, the grandfather and grandmother ask it: “what do you mean?”

 

Well, says the teacup, “once I was just an ugly, soggy lump of clay. But one day some man with dirty wet hands threw me on a wheel. Then he started turning me around and around until I got so dizzy I couldn’t see straight. “Stop,” “Stop” I said.

 

But the man with the wet hands said, “Not Yet.” Then, he started to poke me and punch me until I hurt all over. Stop, stop I said and he replied back--- “Not yet.”

 

Finally he did stop. But then he did something much worse. He put me into a furnace. I got hotter and hotter until I couldn’t stand it. “stop,” “stop” I said, and he replied---“not yet!”

 

Just when I thought that I would burn up, the man took me out of the furnace and gave me to some short lady who began to paint me. The fumes got so bad that they made me feel sick. I said, “stop,” “Stop”, but the lady said, “Not yet.”

 

Eventually she did stop but she gave me back to man who put me back into the furnace. Again I protested but the man said, “Not yet.”

 

Finally he took me out of the furnace and let me cool down. He gave to the lady and she put me on this shelf, next to this mirror.

 

“When I looked at myself in the mirror, I was amazed and I don’t mind telling you that I stared at myself. I could not believe what I saw. I was no longer ugly, soggy and dirty.  I was beautiful, firm and clean. I cried for joy. It was then that I realized that all the pain was worthwhile. Without it I would still be an ugly, soggy lump of clay rather than a beautiful, living and talking teacup!

 

That and more was certainly true for Kris. A number of years ago, she wrote an article for a newspaper column, It was titled:

            “Educate and Integrate”

 

The first paragraph reads as follows: “I am 23 years old and was born with congenital cataracts. After several operations as an infant, I was declared legally blind. Meaning my visual acuity is 2200 or higher.

My parents felt they wanted me to lead as normal a life as possible. And as far as my education was concerned, they thought that I should be mainstreamed. So I went through the public school system, grades K-12.”

 

Kris goes on to share some of her thoughts and experiences on the adversities she has faced, and advocates for kindness and compassion, education and integration for those who are uniquely challenged in life.

 

Her concluding paragraph though is something special:

 

I don’t regret my parents’ decision to integrate me into everyday community life. In fact, I am very grateful. My father always told me. “Kris, you can be anything that you want to be. You’re just

going to have to work twice as hard at it than the next guy.” While growing up, I had a hard time understanding what he meant. But now I understand perfectly. He was preparing me for the lifelong battle to succeed that he knew I was going to face. Well, I made it through boot camp and am on my way to victory.”

 

Well, I guess that we can say, not without pain and sorrow and some heart’s confusion, that sadly, Kris was to receive some tough advanced training as well but it made her victory and God’s victory all the more sweet and joyous. As I said on Wednesday, in the end, our song of faith was about the amazing grace that now gifted her with sight and a love that made her well and alive--- this time, forever.

 

And I guess that this is the great challenge of life and faith, to not wonder about and doubt the power of God to overcome all that threatens to diminish us as human beings or steal away our enthusiasm for life. Faith in the risen Christ gives us access to that power of love that will lift us up and lead us forth “on our way to victory.”

 

So, why wonder and stare? Believe and rejoice!

 

                                                                                       Amen