Luke 18:1-8 Year C, Pentecost 22
In 1974, Muhammad Ali was set to fight George Foreman who was the Heavy Weight Champion of the World. Foreman was younger and stronger. He was favored to win, not only because he was the Heavy Weight Champion, but because of his superior punching power. In the first 5 or 6 rounds of the match, it appeared that Ali was being pummeled. It looked so horrible, so painful, people watching were afraid he would die in the ring. Yet, by the end of round 5, it was clear that Foreman was tiring and Ali was able to go on the offensive. In the 8th round, Ali knocked him out. It is one of the most famous fights in the history of boxing and I promise that if you keep listening, I’m going to make a connection to the Gospel.            This
Gospel reading is probably one of the most well-known parables about
prayer.    It has a lot of different interpretations, but
the most popular is that of the persistent widow. There are a couple of
things you need to know about widows in ancient Israel.  They were
the poorest of the poor.  If a woman did not have a husband to
support her, she either had to remarry or depend on another male
relative.  If she was too old to marry, then she would depend on a
son.   If she did not have a son, then her only option was to
beg on the street.  Because of this, there were several Jewish laws
meant to protect widows, although they were fairly limited in their
scope.  As a result, widows became a symbol for all those who were
poor and oppressed; all of those who needed to fight for their right to be
heard. 
            It
is clear that this widow did not have a male relative who was caring for
her.  If she did, she would not have been the one in front of the
judge.    She was at the mercy of a judge who had no fear
of God and no respect for anyone.  She could not beg for
mercy.  She could not appeal to his sense of justice or his respect
for the law.  The only power she had in her arsenal was perseverance,
and it would appear, more than her fair share of feistiness.  
          Most
of the New Testament was translated from Greek.  Some things have
been lost in translation.  The English translation we use in the
Episcopal Church (The New Revised Standard Version) says that the judge said,
“Though I have no fear of God and no respect for anyone, yet because this widow
keeps bothering me, I will grant her justice, so that she many not wear me out
continually by her coming.”  Virtually every commentary I read said
that the last part of the verse (wear me out continually) is not a good
translation.   The literal translation would be, “she will end
up giving me a black eye.”   
People are divided about what Jesus meant by
this.  Some say the judge was actually worried that she would hit
him.  Others say that black eye is a euphemism for public
shame.  Still others, (and this is my choice) hypothesized that it
was both.  He was afraid this woman would hit him and that black eye
would result in public shame.  The judge, who had no fear of God and
no respect for anyone, was afraid of public shaming, even if it was by a poor
and powerless widow.   It would seem that she wasn’t so powerless
after all.
            I
believe that there are some times when it is good to feel a little
powerless.  It is a humbling experience.  And we must
always remember that we are all powerless before the majesty of
God.  Yet there is a time when being powerless feels more like
hopelessness, and that is never a good thing.  This woman, while
powerless, was never without hope.  If she had been, she would not
have gone back again and again.  Where did she get that
hope?  The last line of the Gospel reading gives us a good clue.  Jesus
concludes the parable by asking, “And yet, when the Son of Man comes, will he
find faith on earth?”  Her hope was rooted in faith, and that faith
gave her strength to persevere, even when the fight had probably gone out of her. 
            Some
people think this parable means that if you are persistent enough in your
prayer life, your prayer will be answered.  I have tried that and I
have known many people who have tried it.  Sometimes it works, and
sometimes it does not.   When it does not work, it can be faith
shattering.  It can crush the strongest, the most powerful, and the
most fortunate.  In my experience, prayer is about the process and
not the outcome.   Sometimes that process will feel more like a
boxing match, or a wrestling match than a quiet moment with
God.   
            Jesus
prayed a lot.  That probably seems obvious, but when you think about,
it’s actually kind of odd.  He prayed, even though he had control
over the outcome.  Sometimes he prayed all night.  The
night before he was arrested, his prayer was such a struggle that he actually
sweat blood.  Was he trying to change the mind of God, or was he
preparing himself for what was about to happen?  I believe he was
preparing himself, and that prayer, it was a battle.  He was going to
work that out with God.  In the end, it did not free him from his
death on the cross, but it gave him the strength to die in peace. 
            What
Ali was doing the first 5 rounds of that fight was wearing out George
Foreman.  In essence, he was preparing for the moment when he could
overcome his opponent.  But in preparing, he took a beating and
sometimes that is what prayer feels like, even when the outcome is the one we
want.  He won that fight, but what I find most interesting was what
happened to George Foreman.  He lost to Ali and he lost a couple
matches after that. Then he became an ordained minister and did ministry full
time for at least 10 years.  After that, he announced a
comeback.  At age 45, 20 years after that fight against Ali, he won
the Heavy Weight Championship again.  He was oldest person to ever
win that.  It took him 20 years, but he never gave
up.            
 Prayer is a process and it is not for the faint of
heart.  It’s for those people who are willing to engage in a
struggle.  Usually it is a struggle of the heart and not the fists
(in fact we really discourage fighting in the Christian
Church).   Yet most of us know that emotional blows can be just
as painful as physical ones.  Sometimes our prayers will be answered
after 5 rounds of beating like Muhammad Ali.  Sometimes it will take
20 years like George Foreman.  Sometimes it will seem like no matter
how hard we fight, how good we are, how just our prayer, it will never get
answered, not in this lifetime.  It is those times, when we have to
remember that our prayer is not meant to change God’s mind, but
ours.  
It is meant to make us into the person who can handle what an
unanswered prayer feels like.   My prayer for each and every one
of you is not only that your prayers be answered, but that when they are not
answered in the way you think they should be, you will have the strength for
the next round.  We are all fighting so many small battles and many
of those battles have left us wounded. 
The thing about the struggles we have with God is that while they don’t
make us stronger physically, those struggles can strengthen us spiritually.  And if we have that strength at the core of
our being, then we can handle the other struggles that come our way.  Even when our body is breaking or we feel
like we are just this close to a mental breakdown, that core strength—that
place where God resides in us—that will hold us up so we can face another day
and never, ever, lose heart.

 
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