Inspired by Luke 9:28-45
There’s nothing worse than disappointing a family member or
friend. Getting into a curse-laden argument is often much preferred than them
telling you just how disappointed in you they are. And sometimes that
disappointment isn’t even given in words, just a look, an expression is all it
can take. An expression that hits right in your heart. Heck, I’d rather get
into an all-out fistfight than be looked at with those disappointed eyes! I
have a feeling most of you know that look. There’s just nothing worse than disappointing
a family member or friend. It’s gotta be one of the worst feelings in the
world. I’m sure I have disappointed my parents more times than I realize. I had
a tendency of trying their patience. But you know, I never felt that they loved
me any less for it, and I certainly wasn’t any less spoiled by them.
Thankfully, there was no correlation between my bad behavior and their love for
me or their willingness to do good for me.
As if that wasn’t bad enough, while Moses and Elijah are
talking to him about his death in Jerusalem, Jesus looks over and sees his
three closest companions, Peter, John, and James, fighting sleep! Some support
team they turned out to be! Jesus just can’t get a break. Luckily, they’re able
to stay awake long enough to hear a voice from the cloud say, “This is my son,
my chosen one. Listen to him!” After witnessing this spectacular event, the
four of them go back down the mountain and resume the road that they had been
on, with the destination of Jerusalem now being set firmly.
Now, let me pause here and ask you, if you had been one of the three that went up that mountain with Jesus, and witnessed all that they had, what would your faith be like as you now came down that mountain? What would your thoughts be surrounding this Jesus whose mission you have committed your life to? I know, it’s difficult to know what we would do in a situation like this but humor me and be thinking about that as we continue.
A day later, Jesus is confronted by a father with a sick
son. His father thinks it’s a demon but any modern reader would read this and
see that this was probably seizures that the son was suffering from, probably
in the form of epilepsy. Regardless, it doesn’t matter what the son was ailing
from as that doesn’t change the story at all either way. What’s important here
is that the father was not just there to ask Jesus for help but to also let Jesus
know that his own disciples had already been asked and were unable to heal the
boy. Jesus flips out! Not on the father, not on the crowds, no, on the
disciples. Now, we might read this and think Jesus is just in a bad mood and is
therefore overreacting. However, we only read a portion of this chapter. If we
had read from the beginning we would have read this very first line from
chapter nine where Luke shares this with us, “Jesus called the Twelve together
and he gave them power and authority over all demons and to heal sicknesses.”
He gave them the power to take care of that father’s son,
from whatever that ailed him, and they could not do it. And we have to ask
ourselves, why? Jesus gave us a clue in his little rant. He called them
“faithless.” And I’m sure he had that disappointed look on his face that
probably felt like a dagger to their hearts. Ugh, there’s just nothing worse
than disappointing someone. I’ve mentioned this to you before but it’s worth a
reminder. The Greek word that we usually translate as “faith” can equally be
translated as trust. I actually like that word better. Mostly because we have a
very westernized view of faith. When we think of the word faith we think of a
certain set of beliefs that a person has. It’s a very doctrinal way of thinking
of faith. However, that’s not what a first-century, Middle-Eastern view would
be. For them, it was more of a sense of trust. Jesus was continually frustrated
at their lack of trust, not in their inability to subscribe to a particular set
of beliefs.
So, with that in mind, Jesus is actually calling them
“trustless”, not “faithless.” Trustless. After everything that they had seen
and heard, with their own eyes and ears, they were still having trust issues.
And that was why they couldn’t help that father’s son. But these trust issues
ran two ways. First and foremost, they didn’t trust Jesus. And without trust in
Jesus, we end up trying to follow Jesus in the clouds like birds with their
wings clipped. It just doesn’t work. So, there’s that, lack of trust in
Jesus. But I also think there’s another lack of trust that Jesus is concerned
about. And that’s a lack of trust in ourselves, in our own God-given abilities,
in our own God-given gifts, given to us to carry out the mission set out for us
two thousand years ago—to bring healing to the world, wherever and whenever we
can, to whatever ailments that come our way. And so, beneath Jesus’ frustration
and harsh words—which by the way, I find so endearing and full of grace,
especially when I lose patience and grace myself—beneath Jesus’ frustration and
harshness, we hear a call from Jesus, a plea from Jesus, “Trust me”, Jesus
says, “And trust yourselves.” And more importantly, I hear Jesus saying to us,
“I trust you. You got this. I have faith in you.”
Now, if that isn’t enough grace for you, it gets even better. When Jesus learns of the failure of the disciples to help that father, what does he do? Does he quit? Of course not. Does he fire the disciples? No. Does he throw a tantrum? Well, a little. What does he do next? He healed that boy. Because Christ would never allow our failures, our shortcomings, our lack of trust, to get in the way of God’s goodness breaking through our world. Never. Thankfully, there is no correlation between our behavior and Christ’s love or willingness to do good, to bring healing, to bring life, to bring wholeness, into our world. Nothing can get in the way of that. Not even us. Thanks be to God. Amen.