Exodus 15: 19-21
19 When the horses of Pharaoh with his chariots and his chariot drivers went into the sea, the Lord brought back the waters of the sea upon them; but the Israelites walked through the sea on dry ground.
The Song of Miriam
20 Then the prophet Miriam, Aaron’s sister, took a tambourine in her hand; and all the women went out after her with tambourines and with dancing. 21And Miriam sang to them:
‘Sing to the Lord, for he has triumphed gloriously;
horse and rider he has thrown into the sea.’
Truthfully, these few verses do not do Miriam, the sister of Moses, much justice. In fact, usually when you say, “Miriam, you know, Moses’ sister,” everybody says, “Oh, yeah, right.” While Moses’ song is verses and verses long, hers is 1. But then again, that is the story of Miriam: always there with her brother, moving the story of God and God’s salvation for God’s people along, making sure that the right person is available for God’s mission at the right time. Take a quick trip with me back to the beginning of the story of Miriam.
Long before they arrived at the sea of Reeds, also called the Red Sea where Pharoh’s guys lost the trail of the Israelites, Miriam stood at the side of another river: the Nile. The Hebrews were still enslaved in Egypt, and there was an order from the Pharoh for every boy born in the land to be thrown into the river but that the girls were to live. This would prevent the Hebrews for continuing to grow rapidly in number and would allow him to keep control over them. So, Miriam’s mother gave birth to a boy during this time and hid him as long as she could. But when she couldn’t hide him any longer, she put him in a kind of basket and set him into the Nile so that he would not be thrown there and drown. But he wasn’t left their to drown on his own; Miriam was there watching, making sure that he made it. And the story goes that he did make it, at the hand of the Pharoh’s daughter and the breast of his very own mother. How was this boy so lucky? It wasn’t luck: it was Miriam.
Miriam watched her baby brother, Moses, and when Pharoh’s daughter found him, Miriam was the one who suggested that she get a wet nurse for him from among the Hebrew people. It was really a brilliant plan—this way, Moses would be reunited with his mother and her mother with her infant son whom she had given up so that he would have a chance to live. And that chance came under the watchful eye of Miriam. But who among them—Miriam, Moses, their mother, or Pharoh’s daughter—could have known what would come to pass as a result of an older sister’s careful eye?
Ten years ago I was working as the Director of Youth Ministries at the Briarcliff United Methodist Church. About halfway through my tenure there, a family arrived at our church who had 2 teenaged children. The older of the 2 was a girl, and the younger was a boy. The boy was one of the most difficult kids I had ever worked with. He ran away from the church every week for a while when they first started coming. We would have supper and he would have a little fit because he didn’t like the food. Then we would move to the youth room to start our program for the evening, and as soon as we would close our eyes to pray, he would run out of the room. I had to recruit an adult leader just to run after this boy when he ran out of the room because we were close to an outside entrance and located at a pretty busy intersection. I had no idea what he would do, and I was worried about whether or not he would make it, quite honestly, into adulthood. When we went on retreats, there was a constant battle between this guy and the adult chaperones: he didn’t want to participate in our activities and was always starting trouble. He was exhausting. When I left that church as I was getting ready to graduate from seminary, I stood before the congregation on my last Sunday and thanked them, especially the youth and their families, for their gracious welcome to me and for working with me in ministry for a great group of kids. I knew I would miss them.
The troublemaker ran to me after I had addressed the congregation and hugged me tight. “I’m going to miss you so much,” he said. I couldn’t imagine why, but it seemed genuine. A few months ago, this kid—now a young adult working full time and making a way for himself in life—found me on Facebook of all places. He survived. I was relieved to know it having had my doubts. Looking back on that show of emotion, I have wondered if the reason he was going to miss me was that he knew that underneath the correction and the reprimand he constantly received from me he saw that someone was watching out for him, that someone cared what happened to him. I had no idea that he would make it to adulthood or if so be able to support himself and make a life. But he has, knowing that there are people in the world who care about him.
We don’t always get to see the result of the seeds we plant in life, and we don’t always know how much someone’s participating in our lives is going to mean later on. As Miriam stood by the Nile watching that basket that contained her baby brother, I don’t imagine she had any idea they would stand together at the side of the Sea of Reeds, singing the praises of God who had saved them from Egypt, the land where the Pharoh called for the drowning of baby boys and the slavery of the Hebrew people. I bet she had no idea why it would be so important to her people for Moses’ life to be saved. How could she have known as a little girl that Moses would be the one God would choose to stand up to the Pharaoh, to lead the people out of Egypt, and to share with them the vision of the Promised Land and the 10 Commandments? If Miriam had not stood by the side of the Nile, making sure that her brother didn’t perish as so many other baby boys did, Moses would not have been able to consider and say yes to God’s call, to step up with the help of his brother and sister and speak to the Hebrews about the recovery of their freedom, and the religious world as we know it would not be what it is today.
Have you ever wondered if some small thing you have done in someone’s life really made a difference? Has someone done something that seemed small at the time but has played a very big part in who you have turned out to be? God has not promised us that salvation would be an easy road. If you read the whole story of the Exodus, you will find that it was pretty tough going between Egypt and Canaan. The road to Jerusalem was not easy for Jesus. And our journey of faith is not easy for us, either. But thank God there are Miriams in life to give us a boost, watch over us, and make sure that God has the chance to do all the things God wants to do in our lives and through us in the world.
So keep doing the small things in the lives of the people you know. And keep letting people watch over you and urge you along the path that God has chosen for you. You never know what could happen.
Amen.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Women in the Bible: Rahab, the Savior
Joshua 2:1-22
Then Joshua son of Nun sent two men secretly from Shittim as spies, saying, ‘Go, view the land, especially Jericho.’ So they went, and entered the house of a prostitute whose name was Rahab, and spent the night there. The king of Jericho was told, ‘Some Israelites have come here tonight to search out the land.’ Then the king of Jericho sent orders to Rahab, ‘Bring out the men who have come to you, who entered your house, for they have come only to search out the whole land.’ But the woman took the two men and hid them. Then she said, ‘True, the men came to me, but I did not know where they came from. And when it was time to close the gate at dark, the men went out. Where the men went I do not know. Pursue them quickly, for you can overtake them.’ She had, however, brought them up to the roof and hidden them with the stalks of flax that she had laid out on the roof. So the men pursued them on the way to the Jordan as far as the fords. As soon as the pursuers had gone out, the gate was shut.
Before they went to sleep, she came up to them on the roof and said to the men: ‘I know that the Lord has given you the land, and that dread of you has fallen on us, and that all the inhabitants of the land melt in fear before you. For we have heard how the Lord dried up the water of the Red Sea before you when you came out of Egypt, and what you did to the two kings of the Amorites that were beyond the Jordan, to Sihon and Og, whom you utterly destroyed. As soon as we heard it, our hearts failed, and there was no courage left in any of us because of you. The Lord your God is indeed God in heaven above and on earth below. Now then, since I have dealt kindly with you, swear to me by the Lord that you in turn will deal kindly with my family. Give me a sign of good faith that you will spare my father and mother, my brothers and sisters, and all who belong to them, and deliver our lives from death.’ The men said to her, ‘Our life for yours! If you do not tell this business of ours, then we will deal kindly and faithfully with you when the Lord gives us the land.’
Then she let them down by a rope through the window, for her house was on the outer side of the city wall and she resided within the wall itself. She said to them, ‘Go towards the hill country, so that the pursuers may not come upon you. Hide yourselves there for three days, until the pursuers have returned; then afterwards you may go on your way.’ The men said to her, ‘We will be released from this oath that you have made us swear to you if we invade the land and you do not tie this crimson cord in the window through which you let us down, and you do not gather into your house your father and mother, your brothers, and all your family. If any of you go out of the doors of your house into the street, they shall be responsible for their own death, and we shall be innocent; but if a hand is laid upon any who are with you in the house, we shall bear the responsibility for their death. But if you tell this business of ours, then we shall be released from this oath that you made us swear to you.’ She said, ‘According to your words, so be it.’ She sent them away and they departed. Then she tied the crimson cord in the window.
They departed and went into the hill country and stayed there for three days, until the pursuers returned. The pursuers had searched all along the way and found nothing.
If you have ever felt like an outsider, than have we got a story for you today!
Allow me to introduce you to today’s “Woman of the Bible”: Rahab. Here’s what we know about her:
• She was a prostitute,
• The king knew her (he sent word to her, specifically, about the men who had come to her),
• She believed that YHWH was the God of heaven and earth,
• She wanted to protect her family,
• She was from a poor family who apparently depended on her for livelihood
• She had courage,
• She observed Passover (because of the flax on the roof of the house she lived in),
• She was the mother of Boaz, one of the main characters in the story of Esther and the reason Rahab is mentioned in the genealogy of Jesus in the gospel of Matthew,
• She was shrewd, a quality that Jesus seemed to approve of when it came to
negotiating the entrance of the kingdom of God.
So, why her? Why today? What do we need to hear about this woman’s witness to the love and life of God?
You may have noticed the job description I have given her in the sermon title for today: Rahab, the Savior. This is in no way meant to be offensive but to provoke your thought and imagination about the many ways that God’s hand saves us in many different situations. Without Rahab, Joshua might not have been able to “fit the battle of Jericho,” and Rahab would not have married Salmon, the father of Boaz, and we might not have had a window into the ways that God loves and works through even the most unexpected and, in our eyes, undeserving human beings.
Much has been written about King David and his shameful act of just taking a woman he wanted away from her husband by having him killed. But he was a king, beloved already by God, and went on to great things and a great legacy among the Hebrew people, so he is excused: beloved and excused. More and more is being conceptualized about Prostitute Rahab and her courageous act in helping the spies from the camp of Joshua, who was working hard to make the vision of the promised land come to pass for the Hebrews who had been rescued from Egypt in another generation by God through the life of Moses. Perhaps she, too, deserves a great place in the history of the people of God: a place in the generational lineage of Abraham to Jesus, a place among the great ancestors of faith mentioned in the letter to the Hebrews, a place in the definition of works as a demonstration of faith in the letter of James. Rahab is on the scene, just like the men of her day, offering her life for the salvation of her people and the people of God.
Now when I say her people, I mean that in the Southern way we talk about our “people.” Surely you’ve heard or maybe even said it yourself: “I know some of her people,” or “You know, her people are from up north in the mountains.” Rahab’s people were her family, and they were likely poor and unnoticed by the rest of the society of Jericho and the land of Canaan—the very place God had promised to the Hebrews as their new homeland. As a poor woman from a poor family, whose options for making a living were extremely limited, she did what she had to do to support her mother and father and siblings and family. And she lived not belonging to any group within Canaanite society but on the margins—literally living in the wall between the city of Jericho and the outside world. She was about as much of an outsider as you could find—no one wanted her as her best friend, lover, wife, mother, or even child.
…until they needed her. Of all the houses and all the prostitutes in the world, how lucky those spies were to have walked into the life of Rahab!
A little Joshua background: Joshua was the one to take over leadership of the Israelites in exile from Moses. He was a fairly young guy, probably on the biggest conquest of his life. He loved and served God and encouraged the people to keep faith and heart as they continued to journey toward the new life of freedom that God had promised them as they were coming out of Egypt. In fact, think back to that time of passing over from slavery to freedom for those folks: there are some references to the first Passover in the story of Rahab. The flax on the roof of the house—a tradition of Passover. The crimson cord by which Rahab would communicate safety to Joshua’s spies—a symbol of the blood of the lamb to be put over the doors of the Hebrews during the slaughter of the firstborn of Egypt as the Hebrews were being delivered. These signs of a connection between Rahab and one of the most important holy observances of the Hebrews are important indicators that in heart she is one of them: finally a place for her to belong and contribute.
I think one of the reasons we often feel marginalized is that we cannot find ways to contribute to communal life. Have you ever said to yourself, “If only they knew what I have to give?” I think it’s a question that resonates with people in a very deep place: belonging is not just about getting along with most everybody. It is also about having a place and a purpose for being in that group. This was Rahab’s moment; after a life of living in between and making decisions that isolated her from any community, this was finally the time for her to matter, for her life to make a difference.
Are you wondering when that time will come for you? It’s easy to get wrapped up in the tasks of daily life—work, taking care of family, connecting with friends, to do lists—and to forget that there is a bigger purpose for each of us as we make our way through life on this earth together. There is a place for each one of us to belong in the reign of God: there are gifts for each one of us to use; there is courage for each one of us to exercise; there is acceptance for each one of us to feel; and there is work for each one of us to do. Salvation from death, whether it be at the hands of sin, depression, disease, war, or anything else that pursues us in this life, is available to us. Jesus showed us that salvation from God is open to all people as he overturned death in his resurrection. Rahab showed us that really anyone can participate in salvation as she came from the margins, from outside the Hebrew community and tradition, recognized our God as the God of all, and offered salvation to the Israelites through putting her own safety at risk and her marginalized place in society to good use. Without that red cord, where would the people of God be today?
We don’t thank God for the life of Rahab because she was a prostitute, because she lived on the margins, or because she was a woman. We give thanks to God for her life because she had courage to respond to the goodness of God in a terrible situation for herself and her family. She had the courage to recognize that God could save her and her family from indebtedness that could never be repaid and a life of slavery to that debt. She had the courage to help people she didn’t know but whom she knew were out to kill her and her fellow Canaanites. She embraced the power of God to save others, not for her own sake, but for the sake of people whom she loved.
I like to think of Rahab as the first one at the middle school dance to get up from the row of chairs around the wall of the gym and go ask someone to join her on the dance floor. She may not be wearing the best dress, but she has the courage to make a place for herself. She will be remembered for generations and her story told.
Because of Rahab’s belief in the saving power of God, she, herself, became a kind of savior for others. She believed so much in the power of God to save even folks outside the recognized “family” that she took a step out in faith that God would save her, too. It takes courage to believe in God, my friends. It takes courage to believe that you don’t have to stay on the outside or continue to be marginalized. Our sister Rahab has shown us with her life that no matter who you are, God loves you, looks after you, and can use you to help others. You may think you are on the outside, that you have nothing to give, that no one cares about you. But God has made you, loves you, and helps you find your place in the life of the community to contribute, to give back, to belong.
This may be your place. This body of faithful folk may be the one where you can let God’s love pull you in, you can find the courage God has given you to reach out to others who are on the outside, where you help save someone else. Rahab is not some far away, fairy tale character in the Bible. She is us, and we are her.
So muster up your courage, my friends, to find the place in God’s reign where you belong, where you are needed, where you can contribute. And there you will find Rahab, a prostitute, a poor woman, one whom the rest of the community was willing to overlook. And she will be there cheering you on, handing you a red cord, and giving you courage to help someone else.
May it be for you.
Amen.
Then Joshua son of Nun sent two men secretly from Shittim as spies, saying, ‘Go, view the land, especially Jericho.’ So they went, and entered the house of a prostitute whose name was Rahab, and spent the night there. The king of Jericho was told, ‘Some Israelites have come here tonight to search out the land.’ Then the king of Jericho sent orders to Rahab, ‘Bring out the men who have come to you, who entered your house, for they have come only to search out the whole land.’ But the woman took the two men and hid them. Then she said, ‘True, the men came to me, but I did not know where they came from. And when it was time to close the gate at dark, the men went out. Where the men went I do not know. Pursue them quickly, for you can overtake them.’ She had, however, brought them up to the roof and hidden them with the stalks of flax that she had laid out on the roof. So the men pursued them on the way to the Jordan as far as the fords. As soon as the pursuers had gone out, the gate was shut.
Before they went to sleep, she came up to them on the roof and said to the men: ‘I know that the Lord has given you the land, and that dread of you has fallen on us, and that all the inhabitants of the land melt in fear before you. For we have heard how the Lord dried up the water of the Red Sea before you when you came out of Egypt, and what you did to the two kings of the Amorites that were beyond the Jordan, to Sihon and Og, whom you utterly destroyed. As soon as we heard it, our hearts failed, and there was no courage left in any of us because of you. The Lord your God is indeed God in heaven above and on earth below. Now then, since I have dealt kindly with you, swear to me by the Lord that you in turn will deal kindly with my family. Give me a sign of good faith that you will spare my father and mother, my brothers and sisters, and all who belong to them, and deliver our lives from death.’ The men said to her, ‘Our life for yours! If you do not tell this business of ours, then we will deal kindly and faithfully with you when the Lord gives us the land.’
Then she let them down by a rope through the window, for her house was on the outer side of the city wall and she resided within the wall itself. She said to them, ‘Go towards the hill country, so that the pursuers may not come upon you. Hide yourselves there for three days, until the pursuers have returned; then afterwards you may go on your way.’ The men said to her, ‘We will be released from this oath that you have made us swear to you if we invade the land and you do not tie this crimson cord in the window through which you let us down, and you do not gather into your house your father and mother, your brothers, and all your family. If any of you go out of the doors of your house into the street, they shall be responsible for their own death, and we shall be innocent; but if a hand is laid upon any who are with you in the house, we shall bear the responsibility for their death. But if you tell this business of ours, then we shall be released from this oath that you made us swear to you.’ She said, ‘According to your words, so be it.’ She sent them away and they departed. Then she tied the crimson cord in the window.
They departed and went into the hill country and stayed there for three days, until the pursuers returned. The pursuers had searched all along the way and found nothing.
If you have ever felt like an outsider, than have we got a story for you today!
Allow me to introduce you to today’s “Woman of the Bible”: Rahab. Here’s what we know about her:
• She was a prostitute,
• The king knew her (he sent word to her, specifically, about the men who had come to her),
• She believed that YHWH was the God of heaven and earth,
• She wanted to protect her family,
• She was from a poor family who apparently depended on her for livelihood
• She had courage,
• She observed Passover (because of the flax on the roof of the house she lived in),
• She was the mother of Boaz, one of the main characters in the story of Esther and the reason Rahab is mentioned in the genealogy of Jesus in the gospel of Matthew,
• She was shrewd, a quality that Jesus seemed to approve of when it came to
negotiating the entrance of the kingdom of God.
So, why her? Why today? What do we need to hear about this woman’s witness to the love and life of God?
You may have noticed the job description I have given her in the sermon title for today: Rahab, the Savior. This is in no way meant to be offensive but to provoke your thought and imagination about the many ways that God’s hand saves us in many different situations. Without Rahab, Joshua might not have been able to “fit the battle of Jericho,” and Rahab would not have married Salmon, the father of Boaz, and we might not have had a window into the ways that God loves and works through even the most unexpected and, in our eyes, undeserving human beings.
Much has been written about King David and his shameful act of just taking a woman he wanted away from her husband by having him killed. But he was a king, beloved already by God, and went on to great things and a great legacy among the Hebrew people, so he is excused: beloved and excused. More and more is being conceptualized about Prostitute Rahab and her courageous act in helping the spies from the camp of Joshua, who was working hard to make the vision of the promised land come to pass for the Hebrews who had been rescued from Egypt in another generation by God through the life of Moses. Perhaps she, too, deserves a great place in the history of the people of God: a place in the generational lineage of Abraham to Jesus, a place among the great ancestors of faith mentioned in the letter to the Hebrews, a place in the definition of works as a demonstration of faith in the letter of James. Rahab is on the scene, just like the men of her day, offering her life for the salvation of her people and the people of God.
Now when I say her people, I mean that in the Southern way we talk about our “people.” Surely you’ve heard or maybe even said it yourself: “I know some of her people,” or “You know, her people are from up north in the mountains.” Rahab’s people were her family, and they were likely poor and unnoticed by the rest of the society of Jericho and the land of Canaan—the very place God had promised to the Hebrews as their new homeland. As a poor woman from a poor family, whose options for making a living were extremely limited, she did what she had to do to support her mother and father and siblings and family. And she lived not belonging to any group within Canaanite society but on the margins—literally living in the wall between the city of Jericho and the outside world. She was about as much of an outsider as you could find—no one wanted her as her best friend, lover, wife, mother, or even child.
…until they needed her. Of all the houses and all the prostitutes in the world, how lucky those spies were to have walked into the life of Rahab!
A little Joshua background: Joshua was the one to take over leadership of the Israelites in exile from Moses. He was a fairly young guy, probably on the biggest conquest of his life. He loved and served God and encouraged the people to keep faith and heart as they continued to journey toward the new life of freedom that God had promised them as they were coming out of Egypt. In fact, think back to that time of passing over from slavery to freedom for those folks: there are some references to the first Passover in the story of Rahab. The flax on the roof of the house—a tradition of Passover. The crimson cord by which Rahab would communicate safety to Joshua’s spies—a symbol of the blood of the lamb to be put over the doors of the Hebrews during the slaughter of the firstborn of Egypt as the Hebrews were being delivered. These signs of a connection between Rahab and one of the most important holy observances of the Hebrews are important indicators that in heart she is one of them: finally a place for her to belong and contribute.
I think one of the reasons we often feel marginalized is that we cannot find ways to contribute to communal life. Have you ever said to yourself, “If only they knew what I have to give?” I think it’s a question that resonates with people in a very deep place: belonging is not just about getting along with most everybody. It is also about having a place and a purpose for being in that group. This was Rahab’s moment; after a life of living in between and making decisions that isolated her from any community, this was finally the time for her to matter, for her life to make a difference.
Are you wondering when that time will come for you? It’s easy to get wrapped up in the tasks of daily life—work, taking care of family, connecting with friends, to do lists—and to forget that there is a bigger purpose for each of us as we make our way through life on this earth together. There is a place for each one of us to belong in the reign of God: there are gifts for each one of us to use; there is courage for each one of us to exercise; there is acceptance for each one of us to feel; and there is work for each one of us to do. Salvation from death, whether it be at the hands of sin, depression, disease, war, or anything else that pursues us in this life, is available to us. Jesus showed us that salvation from God is open to all people as he overturned death in his resurrection. Rahab showed us that really anyone can participate in salvation as she came from the margins, from outside the Hebrew community and tradition, recognized our God as the God of all, and offered salvation to the Israelites through putting her own safety at risk and her marginalized place in society to good use. Without that red cord, where would the people of God be today?
We don’t thank God for the life of Rahab because she was a prostitute, because she lived on the margins, or because she was a woman. We give thanks to God for her life because she had courage to respond to the goodness of God in a terrible situation for herself and her family. She had the courage to recognize that God could save her and her family from indebtedness that could never be repaid and a life of slavery to that debt. She had the courage to help people she didn’t know but whom she knew were out to kill her and her fellow Canaanites. She embraced the power of God to save others, not for her own sake, but for the sake of people whom she loved.
I like to think of Rahab as the first one at the middle school dance to get up from the row of chairs around the wall of the gym and go ask someone to join her on the dance floor. She may not be wearing the best dress, but she has the courage to make a place for herself. She will be remembered for generations and her story told.
Because of Rahab’s belief in the saving power of God, she, herself, became a kind of savior for others. She believed so much in the power of God to save even folks outside the recognized “family” that she took a step out in faith that God would save her, too. It takes courage to believe in God, my friends. It takes courage to believe that you don’t have to stay on the outside or continue to be marginalized. Our sister Rahab has shown us with her life that no matter who you are, God loves you, looks after you, and can use you to help others. You may think you are on the outside, that you have nothing to give, that no one cares about you. But God has made you, loves you, and helps you find your place in the life of the community to contribute, to give back, to belong.
This may be your place. This body of faithful folk may be the one where you can let God’s love pull you in, you can find the courage God has given you to reach out to others who are on the outside, where you help save someone else. Rahab is not some far away, fairy tale character in the Bible. She is us, and we are her.
So muster up your courage, my friends, to find the place in God’s reign where you belong, where you are needed, where you can contribute. And there you will find Rahab, a prostitute, a poor woman, one whom the rest of the community was willing to overlook. And she will be there cheering you on, handing you a red cord, and giving you courage to help someone else.
May it be for you.
Amen.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Women in the Bible: Mary Magdalene, the Faithful
John 20: 1-18
Early on the first day of the week, while it was still dark, Mary Magdalene came to the tomb and saw that the stone had been removed from the tomb. 2So she ran and went to Simon Peter and the other disciple, the one whom Jesus loved, and said to them, ‘They have taken the Lord out of the tomb, and we do not know where they have laid him.’ 3Then Peter and the other disciple set out and went towards the tomb. 4The two were running together, but the other disciple outran Peter and reached the tomb first. 5He bent down to look in and saw the linen wrappings lying there, but he did not go in. 6Then Simon Peter came, following him, and went into the tomb. He saw the linen wrappings lying there, 7and the cloth that had been on Jesus’ head, not lying with the linen wrappings but rolled up in a place by itself. 8Then the other disciple, who reached the tomb first, also went in, and he saw and believed; 9for as yet they did not understand the scripture, that he must rise from the dead. 10Then the disciples returned to their homes.
11 But Mary stood weeping outside the tomb. As she wept, she bent over to look into the tomb; 12and she saw two angels in white, sitting where the body of Jesus had been lying, one at the head and the other at the feet. 13They said to her, ‘Woman, why are you weeping?’ She said to them, ‘They have taken away my Lord, and I do not know where they have laid him.’ 14When she had said this, she turned round and saw Jesus standing there, but she did not know that it was Jesus. 15Jesus said to her, ‘Woman, why are you weeping? For whom are you looking?’ Supposing him to be the gardener, she said to him, ‘Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have laid him, and I will take him away.’ 16Jesus said to her, ‘Mary!’ She turned and said to him in Hebrew, ‘Rabbouni!’ (which means Teacher). 17Jesus said to her, ‘Do not hold on to me, because I have not yet ascended to the Father. But go to my brothers and say to them, “I am ascending to my Father and your Father, to my God and your God.” ’ 18Mary Magdalene went and announced to the disciples, ‘I have seen the Lord’; and she told them that he had said these things to her.
Poor Mary Magdalene.
I suspect she spent most of her life wondering: what would it have been like to be one of the 12? Obviously in those days it wouldn’t have been possible or even proper for her to have been one of the guys, and she certainly did not make it into the lists of Jesus’ disciples given in all 4 of our gospels. But she is mentioned as a companion of Jesus in Luke’s gospel, after the twelve, of course, and along with 2 other women from whom Jesus had cast our evil spirits or demons—not a very impressive introduction to this woman who would become the very first person to whom the risen Christ would reveal himself.
The church has perpetrated Mary Magdalene for centuries as a prostitute, linking her with the story in John 7 and 8 of the woman caught in the act of adultery, but that woman is never named. The references in the gospels to Jesus casting seven demons out of Mary Magdalene is another reason that ancient scholars and church officials tried to make a sexual sinner out of Mary. But Mary’s friends and admirers through out the ages of church history have kept the faith and now found no proof that she ever sold herself or was caught in any kind of inappropriate act that would deem her deserving of such a derogatory identification. So, rather than speculate on what we don’t know for sure about her, let’s talk about what we do know.
Mary was from the town of Magdala. It was a small place on the Western shore of the Sea of Galilee. So, you could say she was a hometown girl. Most of the other disciples were found at Galilee’s shore; so was she, apparently. Most of the other guys were just regular guys, fishing and making a living. Then they were called and they followed. We don’t know how Mary became a part of the group, but we know she was faithful.
Do you remember that it was Mary who was at the cross with the other women? We have accounts in the gospels of the events that took place surrounding Jesus’ death: Judas turning Jesus in for money, Peter denying that he knew him, and no record whatsoever of the 12 being present with Jesus in the last hours of his life except for John, the one to whom Jesus gave his mother. But there is Mary—standing, praying, weeping, experiencing the death of one whose life had transformed her own. For a long time she had been witness to his teaching, his healing, his forgiving, his very life. We suspect that the women were the ones taking care of the needs of Jesus and the 12 as they traveled. Mary had been supporting the ministry of Jesus for some time, and she wasn’t about to give that up now.
It’s almost like she knew that something extraordinary was going on. She was faithful to Jesus to the very end and beyond. When the disciples were nowhere to be found at the cross, she was there. When they were hiding behind closed doors, she was scurrying to the tomb early in the morning on the third day to be sure that Jesus’ body was properly prepared for death since he had died so close to the Sabbath day. When the ones she called to come and see the tomb ran away, she stayed around, unsure of what was happening but I imagine with some sense that there was more to be experienced there than the emptiness of the place where they had buried her Lord. She was faithful; she was there.
There were a million reasons for her not to be there. She was, after all, a girl. Being considered of delicate existence and second-class citizenship, women were not to be part of the team. They could cook for the team, but they would not play a role in helping the team do their work. I suspect she might have been a little aggressive since she actually did make it into the gospels—all 4!—and was the one that was sent to tell the others that Jesus had risen from the tomb and overcome death. And while we’re on the subject, Peter and the beloved disciple came to the tomb, saw that Jesus wasn’t there, and went back home. We are not told that they looked for Jesus, that they stopped off anywhere to tell anyone what they had seen. Mary is the one given the charge by Jesus to go and tell the guys what has happened. Mary is the first witness to encounter the risen Christ.
That is quite an honor.
I have to wonder what that conversation was like. We know what she said: “I have seen the Lord.” What we know as we read further in John 20 is that when Jesus appeared to the disciples, they were huddled together behind closed doors “for fear of the Jews.” And when they saw him and heard him, they rejoiced. What did they do when Mary appeared and told them what she had seen? Perhaps we should let Thomas off the proverbial doubting hook since apparently his brothers also came to believe the risen Christ when they saw him. I would love to have been a fly on the inside of the closed up room when Mary gave the password, came in, and told them what she saw.
Throughout her own life and throughout her life as a revered and sometimes reviled figure in the history of our faith, Mary Magdalene has been questioned about her faith. Was she a prostitute? Was she married to Jesus? What effect did the demons who possessed her have on her life? We have questioned her and questioned her, seemingly trying to beat the faithfulness out of her and get at the real reason why she always seemed to be around wherever Jesus was. We have put obstacles between her and our acknowledgement of her as a true disciple of Jesus, and we have missed until the recent past what I believe is the real story of Mary Magdalene: she was faithful. She attended to the needs of Jesus and the disciples as they traveled around offering the love of God in every place they went. She attended to the pain and suffering of Jesus as he stood up to the trials and tests of his spirit and his very life when he was crucified. And she got up early to get to his tomb as soon as she could so that his body would not have to go a moment longer than required in respect of the Sabbath without a proper burial. She even stayed around at the tomb, wondering what to do next when he was no where to be found and the others, having seen for themselves that he was not buried where he had once been, went home. She was there; she was faithful.
Mary probably didn’t have an easy life. None of us do who decide to follow Jesus and attend to his ministry in the world. But she never stopped being faithful to him. Even through the ages of our questioning of her character, she has remained faithful. She was a disciple of Jesus. She followed in the path of his ministry. She told his story. Even when she wasn’t sure what she was experiencing, she knew it was of God, and she gathered other people around it so that they could know God’s action, too. She was there; she was faithful.
These days the church doesn’t ask a lot of us. We are happy to be able to report good numbers in worship attendance and a month or two of operating in the financial black. And while these are good things that do indicate the level of health of the church, faithfulness is so much more than that. For us it is often measured in numbers. One of the problems I have at Annual Conference every year is that I over hear my clergy brothers and sisters greeting each other in the name of 150 or 200 people in worship, a $1,000,000 new building, or a great big ministry staff instead of offering to each other their own versions of Mary’s greeting to the disciples: “I have seen the Lord.” How our lives might be transformed if we chose to look upon our faithfulness to the church in ways that would measure how we are sharing Mary’s testimony with the world in our parish: “I have seen him, and it has changed my life.”
There are obstacles between us and our faithfulness. Summer Sunday mornings, when life seems to be more calm and relaxed, often call us to read the paper, sit on the porch, or go to brunch instead of coming to hear the Word of God and experience the support and encouragement of the gathered body of Christ. Our busy jobs and family lives pull us away from finding ways to serve the community, especially here in Grant Park where not everyone lives the kind of lives that we live with enough to eat, wear, and entertain ourselves. Our questions about things that the institution of the church does and doesn’t do sometimes separate us from the ministry of the gospel that is before us everywhere we look:
• in the lives of children who need something constructive to do during the summer or who need to know that someone cares about them year round,
• in the lives of senior adults who are wasting away in loneliness and who need to know that there are places where they can reach out to and be reached by other people who want to love them,
• at the “other schools” to which we don’t want to send our children but to which somebody’s kids have to go and whose students need a little extra help in tutoring or in mentoring.
There are obstacles to faithfulness, but our sister Mary did not heed those obstacles. Instead, her faithfulness gave her the gift of being the first to encounter the risen Christ and being the first to get to tell the good news.
What will your faithfulness bring to your life? Are there obstacles standing in the way of you living out your faith the way Jesus is calling you to do? Are there things that keep you from participating in the body of Christ and cause your faith to be shaken from time to time? Are there ways that you would like to practice your faith but you are afraid to do so? Let Mary be inspiration for you, for in a time when women were to be seen and not heard, she was the first to say “I have seen the Lord.” And in a time when women were to take their place in the back of the crowd, she was up front and center at the foot of the cross when others had found it too difficult to be there. And in time when women were mostly used to create a comfortable environment, she became a force to be reckoned with throughout the ages that would come after her, threatening the status quo with every century that passed.
And she was a girl.
Imagine all the things that your faithfulness could bring into being.
Early on the first day of the week, while it was still dark, Mary Magdalene came to the tomb and saw that the stone had been removed from the tomb. 2So she ran and went to Simon Peter and the other disciple, the one whom Jesus loved, and said to them, ‘They have taken the Lord out of the tomb, and we do not know where they have laid him.’ 3Then Peter and the other disciple set out and went towards the tomb. 4The two were running together, but the other disciple outran Peter and reached the tomb first. 5He bent down to look in and saw the linen wrappings lying there, but he did not go in. 6Then Simon Peter came, following him, and went into the tomb. He saw the linen wrappings lying there, 7and the cloth that had been on Jesus’ head, not lying with the linen wrappings but rolled up in a place by itself. 8Then the other disciple, who reached the tomb first, also went in, and he saw and believed; 9for as yet they did not understand the scripture, that he must rise from the dead. 10Then the disciples returned to their homes.
11 But Mary stood weeping outside the tomb. As she wept, she bent over to look into the tomb; 12and she saw two angels in white, sitting where the body of Jesus had been lying, one at the head and the other at the feet. 13They said to her, ‘Woman, why are you weeping?’ She said to them, ‘They have taken away my Lord, and I do not know where they have laid him.’ 14When she had said this, she turned round and saw Jesus standing there, but she did not know that it was Jesus. 15Jesus said to her, ‘Woman, why are you weeping? For whom are you looking?’ Supposing him to be the gardener, she said to him, ‘Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have laid him, and I will take him away.’ 16Jesus said to her, ‘Mary!’ She turned and said to him in Hebrew, ‘Rabbouni!’ (which means Teacher). 17Jesus said to her, ‘Do not hold on to me, because I have not yet ascended to the Father. But go to my brothers and say to them, “I am ascending to my Father and your Father, to my God and your God.” ’ 18Mary Magdalene went and announced to the disciples, ‘I have seen the Lord’; and she told them that he had said these things to her.
Poor Mary Magdalene.
I suspect she spent most of her life wondering: what would it have been like to be one of the 12? Obviously in those days it wouldn’t have been possible or even proper for her to have been one of the guys, and she certainly did not make it into the lists of Jesus’ disciples given in all 4 of our gospels. But she is mentioned as a companion of Jesus in Luke’s gospel, after the twelve, of course, and along with 2 other women from whom Jesus had cast our evil spirits or demons—not a very impressive introduction to this woman who would become the very first person to whom the risen Christ would reveal himself.
The church has perpetrated Mary Magdalene for centuries as a prostitute, linking her with the story in John 7 and 8 of the woman caught in the act of adultery, but that woman is never named. The references in the gospels to Jesus casting seven demons out of Mary Magdalene is another reason that ancient scholars and church officials tried to make a sexual sinner out of Mary. But Mary’s friends and admirers through out the ages of church history have kept the faith and now found no proof that she ever sold herself or was caught in any kind of inappropriate act that would deem her deserving of such a derogatory identification. So, rather than speculate on what we don’t know for sure about her, let’s talk about what we do know.
Mary was from the town of Magdala. It was a small place on the Western shore of the Sea of Galilee. So, you could say she was a hometown girl. Most of the other disciples were found at Galilee’s shore; so was she, apparently. Most of the other guys were just regular guys, fishing and making a living. Then they were called and they followed. We don’t know how Mary became a part of the group, but we know she was faithful.
Do you remember that it was Mary who was at the cross with the other women? We have accounts in the gospels of the events that took place surrounding Jesus’ death: Judas turning Jesus in for money, Peter denying that he knew him, and no record whatsoever of the 12 being present with Jesus in the last hours of his life except for John, the one to whom Jesus gave his mother. But there is Mary—standing, praying, weeping, experiencing the death of one whose life had transformed her own. For a long time she had been witness to his teaching, his healing, his forgiving, his very life. We suspect that the women were the ones taking care of the needs of Jesus and the 12 as they traveled. Mary had been supporting the ministry of Jesus for some time, and she wasn’t about to give that up now.
It’s almost like she knew that something extraordinary was going on. She was faithful to Jesus to the very end and beyond. When the disciples were nowhere to be found at the cross, she was there. When they were hiding behind closed doors, she was scurrying to the tomb early in the morning on the third day to be sure that Jesus’ body was properly prepared for death since he had died so close to the Sabbath day. When the ones she called to come and see the tomb ran away, she stayed around, unsure of what was happening but I imagine with some sense that there was more to be experienced there than the emptiness of the place where they had buried her Lord. She was faithful; she was there.
There were a million reasons for her not to be there. She was, after all, a girl. Being considered of delicate existence and second-class citizenship, women were not to be part of the team. They could cook for the team, but they would not play a role in helping the team do their work. I suspect she might have been a little aggressive since she actually did make it into the gospels—all 4!—and was the one that was sent to tell the others that Jesus had risen from the tomb and overcome death. And while we’re on the subject, Peter and the beloved disciple came to the tomb, saw that Jesus wasn’t there, and went back home. We are not told that they looked for Jesus, that they stopped off anywhere to tell anyone what they had seen. Mary is the one given the charge by Jesus to go and tell the guys what has happened. Mary is the first witness to encounter the risen Christ.
That is quite an honor.
I have to wonder what that conversation was like. We know what she said: “I have seen the Lord.” What we know as we read further in John 20 is that when Jesus appeared to the disciples, they were huddled together behind closed doors “for fear of the Jews.” And when they saw him and heard him, they rejoiced. What did they do when Mary appeared and told them what she had seen? Perhaps we should let Thomas off the proverbial doubting hook since apparently his brothers also came to believe the risen Christ when they saw him. I would love to have been a fly on the inside of the closed up room when Mary gave the password, came in, and told them what she saw.
Throughout her own life and throughout her life as a revered and sometimes reviled figure in the history of our faith, Mary Magdalene has been questioned about her faith. Was she a prostitute? Was she married to Jesus? What effect did the demons who possessed her have on her life? We have questioned her and questioned her, seemingly trying to beat the faithfulness out of her and get at the real reason why she always seemed to be around wherever Jesus was. We have put obstacles between her and our acknowledgement of her as a true disciple of Jesus, and we have missed until the recent past what I believe is the real story of Mary Magdalene: she was faithful. She attended to the needs of Jesus and the disciples as they traveled around offering the love of God in every place they went. She attended to the pain and suffering of Jesus as he stood up to the trials and tests of his spirit and his very life when he was crucified. And she got up early to get to his tomb as soon as she could so that his body would not have to go a moment longer than required in respect of the Sabbath without a proper burial. She even stayed around at the tomb, wondering what to do next when he was no where to be found and the others, having seen for themselves that he was not buried where he had once been, went home. She was there; she was faithful.
Mary probably didn’t have an easy life. None of us do who decide to follow Jesus and attend to his ministry in the world. But she never stopped being faithful to him. Even through the ages of our questioning of her character, she has remained faithful. She was a disciple of Jesus. She followed in the path of his ministry. She told his story. Even when she wasn’t sure what she was experiencing, she knew it was of God, and she gathered other people around it so that they could know God’s action, too. She was there; she was faithful.
These days the church doesn’t ask a lot of us. We are happy to be able to report good numbers in worship attendance and a month or two of operating in the financial black. And while these are good things that do indicate the level of health of the church, faithfulness is so much more than that. For us it is often measured in numbers. One of the problems I have at Annual Conference every year is that I over hear my clergy brothers and sisters greeting each other in the name of 150 or 200 people in worship, a $1,000,000 new building, or a great big ministry staff instead of offering to each other their own versions of Mary’s greeting to the disciples: “I have seen the Lord.” How our lives might be transformed if we chose to look upon our faithfulness to the church in ways that would measure how we are sharing Mary’s testimony with the world in our parish: “I have seen him, and it has changed my life.”
There are obstacles between us and our faithfulness. Summer Sunday mornings, when life seems to be more calm and relaxed, often call us to read the paper, sit on the porch, or go to brunch instead of coming to hear the Word of God and experience the support and encouragement of the gathered body of Christ. Our busy jobs and family lives pull us away from finding ways to serve the community, especially here in Grant Park where not everyone lives the kind of lives that we live with enough to eat, wear, and entertain ourselves. Our questions about things that the institution of the church does and doesn’t do sometimes separate us from the ministry of the gospel that is before us everywhere we look:
• in the lives of children who need something constructive to do during the summer or who need to know that someone cares about them year round,
• in the lives of senior adults who are wasting away in loneliness and who need to know that there are places where they can reach out to and be reached by other people who want to love them,
• at the “other schools” to which we don’t want to send our children but to which somebody’s kids have to go and whose students need a little extra help in tutoring or in mentoring.
There are obstacles to faithfulness, but our sister Mary did not heed those obstacles. Instead, her faithfulness gave her the gift of being the first to encounter the risen Christ and being the first to get to tell the good news.
What will your faithfulness bring to your life? Are there obstacles standing in the way of you living out your faith the way Jesus is calling you to do? Are there things that keep you from participating in the body of Christ and cause your faith to be shaken from time to time? Are there ways that you would like to practice your faith but you are afraid to do so? Let Mary be inspiration for you, for in a time when women were to be seen and not heard, she was the first to say “I have seen the Lord.” And in a time when women were to take their place in the back of the crowd, she was up front and center at the foot of the cross when others had found it too difficult to be there. And in time when women were mostly used to create a comfortable environment, she became a force to be reckoned with throughout the ages that would come after her, threatening the status quo with every century that passed.
And she was a girl.
Imagine all the things that your faithfulness could bring into being.
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