Year C, Easter 6 John 5:1-9 Thirty-eight years is a long time to be ill. One of the most sacred and profound parts of my job is visiting people when they are sick. Sometimes it’s a temporary illness that they will get through. Sometimes it is an illness which will inevitably end in death, either imminently, or years later. Often people don’t know where this illness will lead them. When I visited people in hospitals and their homes, I never fully appreciated what they were going through. I was sympathetic, but I didn’t actually understand. I was always amazed at how positive some people seemed to be and I thought, surely I would be just like that if I was hospitalized. I would certainly find the humor in it…somehow.
When I was in the ICU for a week and then the regular hospital
for 3 more weeks, I was a wreck. At one point a chaplain came by and I started
crying. She said, “It’s good to cry.” I said, “Well, I hope so, because I do it
daily.” She responded, “Well, that’s not
good. You might be depressed.” I wanted to say, “Do you think? Do you think
almost dying and then being stuck in a bed, unable to walk might make someone
depressed?” I didn’t say that, because the truth was, I just didn’t care. What that experience taught me was that I was
not nearly as strong or hearty as I thought I was. I was only sick for a few months. 38 years…that’s a terrifying prospect.
The
first several hours I worked on this sermon, I found myself regretting choosing
this text to preach on. Because this nameless man who was the recipient of
Jesus’ healing and love is one of the least sympathetic characters in the
Bible. Usually when Jesus healed someone, they asked for the healing and
displayed some measure of faith or worthiness. Then when they were healed, they
showed gratitude or joy. Some even became
evangelists telling everyone what Jesus did for them. Yet we see none of that
from this man. He doesn’t even ask for the healing nor does he know who Jesus
is. In other healing stories, people
scrambled to get Jesus’s attention. They
begged him. This guy doesn’t know who
he is.
Today,
we only heard half of the story. The last line was, “Now the day was a
Sabbath.” Because of that, the man who
was healed got in a little trouble.
Jesus told him to “Stand up, take your mat and walk.” That is what he
did, but you are not supposed to work on the Sabbath. You are not supposed to
carry something…like a mat. A few people
questioned the healed man and he immediately blamed it on Jesus. He said, “The man who made me well said to me, ‘Take up your mat and
walk.’”
When those questioning him asked who had healed him, he said
he didn’t know his name. How do you not
find out the name of the person who just miraculously healed you? Why would you
then throw that person under the bus? It gets worse. Later Jesus found the
healed man in the temple and told him to sin no more. Then this healed man
found those who had questioned him and told them Jesus’ name.
Some might say, well all he did was tell them Jesus’ name. He
could not have known this would have gotten Jesus into trouble. Of course he knew. He knew that people
weren’t supposed to work on the Sabbath.
He knew they were questioning him so they could find the source of the
healing. If you are not supposed to carry a mat on the Sabbath, you are
definitely not supposed to heal on the Sabbath. He had to know this would have
gotten Jesus into trouble and it did. Afterwards, it says Jesus was
persecuted.
Why of all the
sick and desperate people lying around that pool, why did Jesus choose this
man? The only explanation the text gives
is that Jesus saw him and knew how long he had been there. When Jesus asked, “Do you want to be made
well?”—the man didn’t say, “Yes!” He just gave an excuse.
Here is the
amazing thing, the man did it. He did
exactly as Jesus asked. Remember, there
is no indication that he knows anything about Jesus. Why didn’t he just ignore him? If someone told me when I was hospitalized
just to get up and walk out, I would have told them to get out of my room. We don’t know what this man’s ailment was
but moving was clearly difficult. If it
has not been, he would have found a way to get in that pool before everyone
else, even without help.
Obviously, we
can’t know what was going through that man’s mind, but this is what I think. I
think he saw something in Jesus’ face or heard something in his voice that gave
him hope. Or maybe, it was simply the
first person who had bothered to talk to him in all those years of waiting by
that pool. In that moment, Jesus gave
him the courage and strength to try something that he had been convinced he
could never do.
Did he deserve
this opportunity? It doesn’t look like it to me. Fortunately, it’s not up to me to determine who
deserves healing or another chance. It’s
not up to any of us. Jesus’ love and
compassion does not depend on our worthiness to receive it.
That is what grace is…it’s love that is in no way
merited. It’s love that comes with no
strings. It’s love that comes as a
result of Jesus’s sacrificial love. Did
Jesus deserve to get in trouble for healing someone on the Sabbath? No, but he
did it anyways. Jesus knew the
repercussions for his actions. He knew who did and didn’t deserve his love, but
he gave it to all of us anyways.
I was a
horrible patient. I was nice to the people who came and helped me as well as the
few who were allowed to visit. My
husband, he saw the worst of it all. And
he still washed my feet when they were covered in bacteria and gross hospital
germs. He put my socks and shoes on when I was finally able to leave the
hospital. He did that every day for months.
I couldn’t appreciate it because I could not see past my own pain. Maybe this ungrateful man who was ill for 38
years was in the same place. Perhaps he could not see past his own pain to find
the words to just say thank you. Here is
what he did, he got up and walked when Jesus told him to. He found whatever
courage and strength he had left, to do something that he not have been able to
do.
Most of us are
not dealing with an illness that lasts our whole lives. Most of us are capable of getting up from
these pews and walking. Yet I would bet
that there is something that each one of us longs for that we don’t think we
deserve or we don’t have the courage to ask for, or try for. We are stuck in a cycle of saying, “it’s just
not worth it.” It might be something very small. It might be something
big. Whatever it is, I want you to know,
it doesn’t matter whether you are worthy or strong or grateful. What matters is that God loves you deeply and
God is telling you to stand up, pick up whatever excuse you have been resting
on, and walk.