The Fourth Sunday after Trinity

15th June 2008 : 6:00pm Choral Evensong

Preacher: The Revd Desmond Cox

Readings :Exodus 19:2-8a ;Romans 5:1-8 ; Matthew 9:35-10:8

 

 

In his famous novel The Brothers Karamazoo, the Russian writer, Dostoevsky, gives a moving portrayal of Christ.

The action takes place in Seville during the Inquisition. Christ came to visit his people in their sufferings.

Only the day before, a hundred heretics had been burned at the stake by order of the cardinal, The Grand Inquisitor.

Though Jesus came without fuss, the people recognized him at once. They crowded around him. He walked among them with an expression of gentleness on his face.

He reached out his hands and blessed them. Many were healed of their diseases just by touching his robe.

He stopped at the steps of the cathedral as an open coffin with the body of a little girl in it was being carried out. A hush fell over the crowd .

Then a whisper arose :”he will raise the child”. And he did. However , no sooner had he done so than the Grand Inquisitor arrived in the square.

When he saw what had happened he had the stranger arrested and thrown into jail.

That night he visited the prisoner in his cell. “Is it really you ? “ He asked him . Receiving no reply he said “ You have no need to say anything. You have said it all before. I don’t know if you really are he.

All I know is that tomorrow you will burn at the stake as the worst of all heretics, and the people who today kissed your feet , tomorrow will be throwing sticks on your fire. Do you realize that ?’

He waited for some reply but none came. Then the stranger approached him, and with great gentleness, embraced him.

That was his answer. For a moment the old man was confused. But he soon recovered . He went to the cell door, opened it and said to him, “Go, and come back no more – never, never !

And he let him out, and he disappeared into the dark streets and lanes of the sleeping city.

You know we can forget what Christ was like.

The church can forget.

It can put its doctrines and dogmas, its rules and regulations, before people.

Individuals can put their private devotions before Christian living.

Today there is an increasing preoccupation with revelations and apparitions.

Yet today there is also a hunger for the Christ of the Gospels.

We need to remind ourselves of what Christ was like by going back to the Gospels.

Today’s Gospel gives us a beautiful picture of the compassionate Christ in action.

The religious leaders had nothing to offer the ordinary people in their sufferings.

Neither guidance, nor comfort, nor strength . In fact they didn’t care about them.

But Jesus was completely different.

When he looked at the ordinary people, he didn’t see a crowd but a collection of individuals, each with problems and worries, joys, and sorrows.

And far from despising them, he had compassion on them, precisely because they were wounded and in need.

Jesus gave himself to them first of all. But then knowing how great the harvest was, he decided to summon helpers.

From his followers he chose twelve to be his friends and companions in a special way.

He named them Apostles----People who are sent.

They were from different backgrounds, and none of them was trained. Each had his own character, foibles, weaknesses and strengths .

There were tensions and rivalries among them. Jesus loved them and they loved him in return.

He trained them. Not, however in a formal way, but by living with them, walking with them, being a model for them.

They learned to do things as he did them. Then he sent them out to others.

They knew what their mission was : they were to be agents of his compassion to others, especially to the poor and the suffering.

Today Jesus depends on you and me. In order to become an apostle of the Lord it is not necessary to be an exceptional person, much less a saint. ( at least not to begin with )

All one needs is willingness and an open heart.

As a famous Christmas carol puts it :
What can I give him poor as I am
If I were a shepherd I would bring a lamb
If I were a wise man I would do my part
Yet what I can I give him
Give my heart.