I came to
think of America as the World’s cheerleaders, they were constantly giving out
awards and trophies. That is a quote from an essay I read from a visitor to the
U.S. I can’t quite remember, but it was by someone who found how people treated
them here had changed. It might have been a Persian writing after 911, but I
can’t remember for sure.
When I tried
to find the quote on Google, the first article that came up was about the
problems or dangers of participation trophies. Children will become soft and
think it is okay to lose. As if shaming a loser provides any real motivation. I
bring it up to highlight how competition is systemized in American Culture.
Even a quick
You Tube search on a subject brings up many Top Ten videos. I admit myself that
I tend to constantly revise my top ten horror movie list should anyone ask –
only one person ever has. Despite all this I’ve heard many people scoff at the
disciples arguing over who is the greatest. It seems silly to do that in the
presence of Jesus – but we’re always in the presence of Jesus, even when we
give out participation trophies.
Everything
in Mark is written in the present tense, so it can be easy to assume this
dispute among the disciples followed Jesus’ prediction of his death. I like to
think Jesus brought up His impending death because this conversation was going
on, but that disciples didn’t make the connection. Your Rabbi, the Messiah, is
going to die a messy death and you’re talking about greatness as if you know
what greatness really is. So Jesus speaks to them plainly about it.
Jesus
hugging a child in the presence of his disciples is reported in all three
synoptic Gospels, which indicates to me it was something memorable and
significant in the way remembering the woman who anointed Jesus was. Because of
mortality rates, children under seven in the ancient world were not objects of
affection. In fact the earliest
depictions of Mary and baby Jesus depicted Jesus looking like a tiny adult
sitting on Mary’s lap and facing outward. It was centuries before Jesus was painted as
an infant with Mary being tender toward Him.
The Greek
word for child in tonight’s Gospel is without doubt a word for children under
seven (perhaps even under two as it’s the same word Herod uses when he orders
the slaughter of the innocents. ) In researching this word, one definition I
came across was child in training. We’re not even calling this a child yet.
That definition, to my mind, makes Jesus’ point stronger.
My favorite
definition of humility is to remain teachable. We’re not done yet, we’re still
(and constantly) in training. And so Jesus, in addressing the disciples’ lack
of humility, hugs a child and says here! Here is the greatest among you! The
one who is still being taught. So rather than chiding them over not
understanding the prediction of His death (A death whose significance
theologians are still arguing about) He tells them to acknowledge how little
they do know about it, and to remain open to the world changing event of His
resurrection.
Yes, plenty
of other times, Jesus gets cranky about what they haven’t learned yet, but
perhaps that’s all the more reason for him being so dramatic at this time.
As I pointed out a few weeks ago quoting
John’s second letter, and as is evident in the letter of James today, the early
Christians found it very difficult to let go of the desire to be, or the desire
to show preference to, the wealthy, the powerful and those with status. These
are the temptations of the perishing. Those of us called to lives of
resurrection, called by the God who died, the messiah that did not wage war,
the loser by the standards of the perishing, continue to learn through Wisdom
from above.
Wisdom from
above proclaims Jesus the winner. He didn’t win this victory for us because we
deserved it. He did it out of love for us while we were still sinners. He did
it for the soft and the strong, though he identified with the soft. All we did
was say yes to His invitation to humility. The most any of us can claim for our
salvation is a participation trophy.
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