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The Compassion of God


Songs in the Night by Anne C. Brink

The story of Elijah and the widow of Zarephath is of my favorite stories in the Bible. It begins with Elijah, one of the great prophets in the Hebrew Scriptures, fighting against the cult of Baal. Baal was the name of a fertility god in the ancient near east, and those who worshiped him believed that Baal had the power to make it rain, that Baal had the power to bring forth life from the earth, to help their crops grow. So, in order to show the superiority of the God of Israel over Baal, God tells Elijah to call for a drought – one that would wind up lasting three years. The logic is that if the God of Israel could stop the rain, then it showed that he was more superior to Baal, who brought the rain.

When the drought first begins, God sends Elijah to a creek, where he could get some water and where God arranged for ravens to come and bring him food. But it didn’t take long, in that drought, for the creek to dry up. And so, God tells Elijah to travel to a town called Zarephath in Sidon, an neighbor and enemy of the Israelites, and an area that worshipped Baal. God sends Elijah to a widow there – the widow of Zarephath. Now, in that time, widows were among the poorest people in society. Without a husband, they had no means of economic support. If they didn’t receive help from the king or religious communities, they became scavengers and beggars. That’s just what happened to this widow and her son.

By the time Elijah meets them, they are down to their last meal. She tells Elijah, “As the Lord your God lives, I only have a handful of meal in a jar and a little oil in a jug; I am now gathering a couple of sticks, so that I may go home and prepare it for myself and my son, that we may eat it and die.” Elijah says to her, “Do not be afraid; go and do as you have said; but first make me a little cake of it and bring it to me, and afterwards make something for yourself and your son. For thus says the Lord the God of Israel: The jar of meal will not be emptied and the jug of oil will not fail until the day the Lord sends rains on the Earth.” And it was so. Just like the bread and fish when Jesus fed the 5,000, their meal and the oil never ran out. Elijah saved the lives of the widow and her son. And they, in turn, saved his.

Elijah remained with the widow and her son for close three years. And this is where our reading for today picks up the story. During that time, the widow’s son – her joy, her treasure, her hope, her heart – gets sick and he dies. And the widow and Elijah have the same thought: how could God save us from starvation and this drought only to let him get sick and die? The widow curses out Elijah. She says, “What do you have against me? Why has your God let this happen?” Elijah takes the dead boy’s body from his mother, carries him upstairs, lays him on his bed, and, in the same way Elijah rails at God. “God, you sent me here to save these people. You sent me here to bring life, and now this woman’s son – all she has in the world – dies? Elijah stretches his arms over the body of the dead boy three times, stretching and praying: “O Lord my God, let this child’s life come into him again.” The Lord hears Elijah’s prayer, God listens to his voice, and “the life of the child came into him again, and he revived.” Elijah leads the boy back downstairs and says, “See, your son is alive.” It is a beautiful story of how historic enemies become friends. It is a story about mercy and compassion, a story about resurrection.

It is a story that is echoed in the life of Jesus and in our Gospel lesson for today. In the course of his early ministry, Jesus travels to a place called Nain, a village near his hometown of Nazareth. When he arrives, we encounters a funeral procession. Another widow’s son has died, and they are carrying his body to the grave. The Scripture says that like Elijah, when Jesus saw the widow, “he had compassion for her and said to her, ‘Do not weep,’ then touched the funeral bier and says, “Young man, I say to you, rise!” And the boy comes back to life and Jesus gives this boy back to his mother. And the people glorified God.

There are plenty of stories in the Bible about healing and resurrection in the Bible, but what is remarkable about these two readings, I think, is the compassion we see in God. Continue reading


Pentecost 13A

People are going under.

Peter, of course. He has, under some crazy impulse, stepped out of his boat right into the water—right into those choppy waves—to get closer to Jesus. But the wind coming across the lake is awfully strong, and walking on water suddenly seems impractical. Peter is going under.

Elijah is going under. He went out on a limb by holding contests between the king’s god, Baal, and his God, the God of Israel. When everybody saw that the God of Israel was more powerful, Elijah suddenly became unpopular. The king’s wife has sworn to have Elijah killed, like the other troublemakers. Elijah is a wanted man. He is going under.

Jesus is going under. He doesn’t let on, but he just found out that his cousin John, the Baptizer, has been executed by the government. And somebody heard one of the chiefs say that Jesus looks a lot like John, brought back from the dead. It’s not good to have enemies in high places. Ever since he was born, the Empire has been trying to get Jesus out of the way. The net is drawing closer around him. How is he going to escape? Jesus wants to talk to God about it, but he doesn’t have time—these crowds and his friends need him. Jesus is going under.

Caught in the undertow
Many years ago, I got caught in an undertow on a Long Island beach. I couldn’t see where the waves were breaking, and when I was finishing my swim, I headed right into danger. A wave dragged me with it as it crashed into the steeply sloping beach, pulled me down into the churning froth and sand, and turned me upside down. Then I was sucked back toward the ocean. I struggled to get to the surface. When my head was above the water, I gulped a mouthful of air and signaled toward my mother and sister, sitting some ways away on the beach. Then the next wave broke over me and its power took me down and tumbled me around and around.


Once again I was pulled out to sea. Then I rose to the surface and raised my arm toward the sky. It seemed that my mother and sister were looking somewhere else. Before I could take a breath, I was taken down for the third time, and I knew it was the end. I gave into the water, taking it into my lungs and letting it toss me. When I no longer cared about up or down or breath or life, I felt a hand grab my arm, then two hands, and my body was pulled against the force of the undertow.

My sister was sitting at the edge of the waves, gripping me with both hands and pulling with all her might. Behind her, my mother was kneeling in the sand, arms wrapped around my sister’s waist so that she wouldn’t be pulled into the ocean herself.

That is the nature of God. That is the love of God. When you are going under, the strong hand of God reaches out to pull you up.

God’s hand
Jesus called to Peter, “Come,” and Peter started across the water. But something made him flinch. Fear rose up. He started to sink, and he called to Jesus. And immediately Jesus reached out and pulled Peter up out of the water that threatened to drown him.

God found Elijah lying under a tree in the wilderness, starving, hoping to die before somebody killed him first. God reached out a hand to Elijah and said, “Get up and eat. You need strength.” And sometime after that, God found Elijah hiding in a cave. “What are you doing here?” God asked. The prophet replied, “What do you mean, what am I doing here? They’re trying to kill me.” God stretched out a hand to Elijah and said, “I am going to set up leaders who’ll protect you. I’m finding someone to take your place. I’m going to pull you out of this.”

Jesus could not find time to be alone. Everywhere he went, the crowds found him. They pursued him all over the countryside and into Jerusalem. In Jerusalem, the Empire lay in wait for him. When Jesus finally found a quiet place to talk to God, he said, “I’m going under. Please, God, don’t let me drink this cup of death.” What happened between father and son when Jesus prayed that prayer? What did Jesus hear? We don’t know what words or feelings were exchanged between them, but no strong hand reached out to pull him up. God let Jesus go under.

Jesus goes under
The Empire finally caught up with Jesus. He didn’t try to stop them from taking him down. And so there he was, arms splayed on a cross, feeling the life ebb out of him. He met death. He went deep in the dark, cold waters. He sank like he was weighted with the burdens of every person in the world.

“Enough!” God said, and God reached down to Jesus in the depths. With a grip that was greater than the power of death, God pulled Jesus out of the grave. And for all of us, death suddenly lost its power. Jesus hauled up with him all the faithful, all the misguided, the drowning ones, those yet to be born. He pulled us out of the reign of hopelessness and into the reign of God.

You and I don’t have to fear going under. We don’t have to spend our lives figuring out how to avoid death. What we have to figure out is how to share this great gift of life. How to show the nature of God, the love of God to all people. I think it’s like this: if you see someone going under, reach out your hand.

Amen.


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