Tuesday, February 26, 2008

IV Lent

Readings are here.

I am not preaching this weekend but wanted to share this from John Shea, who writes of Storytelling Theology:

Another time
Jesus smeared God like mud
on the eyes of a man born blind
and pushed him toward the pool of Siloam.
The blind man splashed his eyes
and stared into the rippling reflection
of the face he had only felt.
First he did a handstand, then a cartwheel,
and rounded off his joy
with a series of summersaults.
He ran to his neighbors,
singing the news.
They said,
"You look like the blind beggar
but we cannot be sure."
The problem was never
that he was blind
and could not work out
but that they could see
and did not look in.
"I am the one, the seeing blind!"
They seized him in mid cartwheel
and dragged him to the authorities.
"What do you think
of the man who made the mud?"
But the man born blind
was staring at a green vase.
His mouth was open slightly
as if he was being fed by its color.
"He is a sinner," said the priest
who knew what pleased God's eyes.
"Can one who lights candles in the eyes of the night
not have the fire of God in his hands?"
said the man fondling the green vase.
The priests murmured
and sent for his parents
who looked their son
straight in his new eyes
and said,
"Looks like our son.
But he is old enough
to speak for himself."
Off the hook they hurried home.
"All I know," said the man
with the green vase tucked under his robe,
"is that I was blind
and now I see."
But with his new eyes
came a turbulence in his sould
as if the man who calmed one sea
turned another to storm.

So before those who locked knowledge in a small room
and kept the key on a string around the their neck
he launched into a theology of sin and salvation.
It was then
that the full horror of the miracle
visited the priests.
"You, steeped in sin, lecture us!"
They tore him from the podium
and threw him into the street
where a man was rubbing much from his hands.
"How did it go?"
"I talked back."
The man with the new eyes
took in every laughing line
on the face of the Son
who was as happy as a free man
dancing on the far side of the Red Sea.

John Shea The Son Who Must Die Stories of Faith


"Ms. Cornelius" said...

Amazing grace, indeed.

Seattle Sue said...

Kind of scary. He has to reinvent himself. Folks around, then, will have to shuffle to take it all in and find somebody else to be dependent upon them. And he maybe doesn't really want to see because he has no words for all of that incoming: Red? Dark? Plangent? Sundown? How does he integrate sundown the sight with sundown the lowering temperature and shifting breezes? And how can you live with a lid over you, whether the blue outdoors one or the really low inside one. How often did he wish to go back to his familiar world? Now he has to go sit with the children to learn to write and to study Torah, maybe he can bar mitzvah now, eh? Or maybe he can continue stealing different colored vases. Why did Jesus do this? What are we asking for when we ask to "be healed" or pray to Godde to heal someone else? I use a wheelchair and people say they pray for my healing and I'm uneasy. Do they mean they don't like me and want to change me? Should I cluck sorrowfully over my neighbour's blonde hair and offer to pray for her that it turn a lovely chestnut color? Oh, my. Then she'd have to change her makeup and wardrobe. Okay, then maybe it's her nose that needs fixing, or her skreetchy voice. Shucks, I'll just swap her out for a cat; it's what I want so Godde'll probably go for that.

Ann said...

Seattle Sue - I wonder about all those questions - thanks for asking them.