As I read the lectionary reading for Sunday I began to hear other voices ( no, not a sign of a split personality) I became aware of the voices I hear day by day, and yet I filter them out, for I am busy! This evening I chose to stop and listen to those voices, and I invite you to listen to them with me.
We are mothers, refugees. You see us on your T.V screens day by day, our faces are drawn, our breasts empty, we hold our children tightly as we watch them slip away from us. Our enemies are hunger and disease, and although you see us we do not touch your hearts for more than a moment or two before you continue with your busy lives!
We are children, the subject of poster campaigns, you see us living in terrible conditions, neglected and abused, the black and white print separates us from you, does not adequately highlight the poverty, the sores and scars, and although you see us we do not touch your hearts for more than a moment or two before you continue with your busy lives!
We are the elderly, we live near you, possibly next door, we are lonely, sometimes the television is the only company we have day after day. You know we are here, but you do not see us, and we do not touch your hearts as we once did, your lives are too busy!
We are the poor, the hungry, the neglected, the lonely and the abused.... we share one thing with you; we are human! Do you hear our voices, see our faces, or do we simply fade into insignificance as you favourite programme rolls across the screen, do you intend to do something tomorrow, only to find that tomorrow never comes as you get caught up in the whirl of day to day living?
These questions and statements are hard hitting, they could be considered to be emotionally manipulative, that would of course give us a comfortable excuse to turn away, but they are real, they are a few among many voices that call out to us day by day from a world in need.
The reading tells of Lazarus, whose poverty and need was obvious, and yet ignored, would we be so callous, are we so callous?
Lazarus experience was to be stepped over and ignored, he knew what need was, he knew what neglect was, when he died he went to heaven, the rich man found himself in hell!
Mark Twain is quoted as saying that it was not the things in the Bible that he did not understand that troubled him the most, it was the things that he did understand. The meaning of the story we heard today is clear, and it should trouble us! It is easy to step over the poor, to avert our eyes from the screen, from the newspaper, from the woman wrapped in a blanket in the shop doorway, and the more we do it, the easier it becomes....
BUT it is wrong!
All of us have so much to share, so much that we could give- Jesus challenges us to embrace the vulnerable amongst us, to recognise our common humanity. Recognising that common humanity should propel us to do more than simply throw a couple of pounds into a collection envelope once or twice a year, it should cause us to ask ourselves questions about our lifestyle, questions about the people we meet day by day as well as those who live many miles away.
A simpler lifestyle would enable us to give more, half an hour spent with an elderly neighbour would enrich their lives and ours, seeking ways to touch the vulnerable in society, to be involved will give us a different perspective...
... as for me I have to face up to my own selfishness, my tendency to hoard wealth for myself, to always put off giving until tomorrow!
We may say our resources are small, and yet we claim to follow the one who took 5 loaves and two fish and fed 5,000- what might happen if we were to gain God's perspective? What might come about, if we like the young boy place ourselves into God's hands and bring our offerings however small?
We recognise that we are weak, and yet God chooses to pour his treasure into our lives, these cracked pots, these jars of clay were created to be containers into which God pours life.... full life that brims over with gifts freely given...
Listen to these words from Galatians;
Galatians 5:22-23 (MsgB)
But what happens when we live God's way? He brings gifts into our lives, much the same way that fruit appears in an orchard—things like affection for others, exuberance about life, serenity. We develop a willingness to stick with things, a sense of compassion in the heart, and a conviction that a basic holiness permeates things and people. We find ourselves involved in loyal commitments, not needing to force our way in life, able to use and direct our energies wisely.
We have the resources, we have the time, what we need to do is to open our eyes, ears and hearts to the common humanity we share with those far and near, to allow those voices to be heard, and to seek to respond in a Godly way...
For God so loved the world that he gave... he gave himself, in his Son, to show us how to live, she poured herself into our lives by the Holy Spirit.... listen again for the still small voice that whispers to us...follow me, for those who seek to save their own lives will loose them, whilst those who give themselves up for me will find themselves saved... and whatever you do for the least of these you do for me....
Another voice comes to us blown by the wind of the Spirit....
We are the fathers, torn from our homes and families, herded like sheep, rounded up and shot. Our crime, quite simply being alive...our voices have been silenced, but you have heard our cry, do you have ears to hear?
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