I have to share a great story
with you. On Thursday, we held the
Shalom Center—opening our doors to people who may need some assistance. 18 people came—our biggest month yet. Of those 18, we were able to meet the
requested needs of 10 people; 4 people had some of their immediate needs met,
and we were unable to help out 4 others.
We also had a family member
come in who needed assistance due to an unexpected shortfall in monthly
income. For that member, after Shalom
Center closed, the office sent out a request to the parish family, asking for
help in gathering the $150 needed for this individual. Within hours, the amount was made available,
and within 18 hours, not only was our family member’s needs met, but there was
enough provided that I will be able to contact the 7 people whose needs I was
unable to meet on Thursday.
I am overwhelmed by the love
and generosity, the hospitality and compassion of this family at Intercession
Episcopal.
“Touch me and see.” Both Luke
and John tell of this moment, this resurrection appearance of Jesus walking
through walls and telling the disciples to touch his wounds, to believe he is
real, to see him.
“Touch me and see.” Jesus is asking them, and us, to believe that
death does not have the final word; it is God’s love which wins. To believe that God’s love wins even when
all seems lost and an end seems inevitable and our human mind cannot imagine a
different outcome.
The disciples don’t recognize
Jesus. They do not think he is
real---that he is flesh, as they are.
How can the dead become undead? As this Jesus stands before them they
are afraid; he is strange, a ghost, the other. The wounded Body of Christ
stands before them and commands: Touch me and see; touch me and believe.
Mennonite pastor Isaac
Villages writes: “To trust in the resurrection of Jesus is to believe in the
transfiguration of all flesh, to believe that God comes to us in our encounter
of the other.”
As 21st century
disciples, the wounded Body of Christ stands before us and declares: “Touch me
and see.” Touch my wounds and know
Jesus. Touch me and see that I am flesh
and blood like you. That I am real. I am not the other. We share the same God DNA.
The wounded Body of Christ
entered these holy spaces this past Thursday as the Shalom Center opened. People who live in our community, struggling
to make ends meet. Most of them have
income coming in, but not enough to make ends meet. They find themselves on the edges---it might
be due to circumstances beyond their control, due to their choices, due to bad
luck or illness or tough economic times.
It does not matter.
They come here seeking
assistance, a response, an outreach. Touch me and see. Know that I am
real. See me---not just my circumstances
or my hardships, but the person within this struggle.
And we respond, by inviting
them here, welcoming them in, and by listening.
By making eye contact, shaking hands, perhaps a hug. Whenever we can, we share from our blessings
to lessen the gap of need. We open our
doors. We recognize our sameness rather
than our otherness. We touch and see.
And the Risen Christ is known.
“Peace be with you,” Jesus
says to his apostles--those who are sent to continue his redeeming work and
healing ministry---“peace be with you.”
The peace of Jesus found when we remember who we are and whose we are
and in the remembering, in the living of the truth of who we are and whose we
are, we are made whole. Like Jesus, made
whole even in the midst of pain and suffering, tragedy and fear, uncertainty
and illness. Made whole because, like
Jesus, we can know from where we come and to where we are going. Jesus knows peace and Jesus passes peace
along to others.
“Peace be with you.” Every
first Thursday of each month, some of us gather in the chapel of the Portage
County Nursing Home. We come to worship
with residents there, and sometimes, caregivers or family members. Too often in our society, the aged and dying
are left alone. After all it is hard to
see that which we all become---like the appearance of the undead Jesus—the elderly
can make us uncomfortable, perhaps even provoking fear and unrest---they may
seem strange or the other.
“Peace be with you. Touch me
and see.”
And so we do. We greet them and gather them in, pray and
sing together, make eye contact, share the Peace, touching hands, and we share
the bread and the wine, giving thanks to God as we recognize our sameness. Our oneness.
As we do here, each Sunday
and each Wednesday. Welcoming whomever
enters our doors, hopefully even taking the risk to invite others into our
gathering, knowing that the Risen Christ is present among us. And we touch and see, taste and know.
These acts, these acts of
touching the wounded Body of Christ, of seeing Jesus in each person we meet,
these are revelations. Not only do we
reveal Jesus to those we touch and see, but we see Jesus in those we
encounter. The other becomes the
known. The wounds are tended to, and the
Christ lives.
Let us not take this too
lightly: these monthly, weekly, daily acts we commit to partake in as Jesus’s
disciples. Let us not dismiss them as
obligations, duties, or self-serving necessities. Let us recognize them for what they are. These actions of touching and seeing—they are
the means by which we transfigure the world with Christ’s peace. These acts are the touch of Christ which
disarms violence, the touch of Christ that spills out God’s mercy and
grace. It is gentleness made flesh that
gives life, affirms life and makes the Light of the World known.
After the resurrection, Jesus
walked through walls and ate fish. How
will we, as 21st century apostles, continue to break down walls and
share food? Break down the walls that
separate us and others from God? Share
food by living simply so that all may simply live? See the wounded Body of Christ before us and
touch and see?
Beloved, let us not only
believe the resurrection. Let us live
the resurrection. Let us declare it to
the world with our lives.
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