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molecular friendship November 29, 2007

Filed under: storying,write-a-rama — Joel @ 4:53 am

write-a-rama, Tuesday, October 30, 2007

the man with a plan

I am thinking this morning of that man, that man with no feeling in his legs or in his arms.  I am thinking of the story of his movement, from the settled dust of acquiescence to being picked up by friends and brought onto a roof, cut through the flesh of the roof, lowering down, the cripple for all to see, a black ops operation by light.

the story just came to me, whirled round my head a couple times and then settled comfortably in the corner.  I haven’t thought of this story for years.  for many years of sunday school and so on, I think I deemed this story par for the course, a beginner test in Jesus, it never pushed me around the way the great stories do, I told it what to do and not to do in my life.

this morning, I am thinking about his friends, well, more the five friendships, the close knot woven in and out so neatly and tight that is looks more like a tumor in the rope than five separate cords.  I don’t know who brought up the idea first.  was it the legless man, “bring me to Jesus.”  did he have that kind of courage and hope?  wild.  was it his friends pushing him the whole way, pressing on the wound of his despair, pinching it and driving the knife deeper until it came out the other side at acceptance, he would be the laughing stock of the whole community, a dirty cripple lowered through the ceiling like some dunce king, some senator’s retarded son.
but these feelings burn away, burn way like news paper brought to flame at the outside of the fire, the wind catches their blackened skin and lifts it up, disintegrating on its way.
And this is really the point I was brought to this morning, not the possible shame, not the feelings of inadequacy, but this sense of wonder at everybody in the story.  for Jesus, he sees the hurt and faith in this man’s life and leaps upon the Father for healing, it is done, joyfully done, like a good father.  the five friends, taking steps forward together regardless of the possible failure, regardless of how it might look.  the bond is tight, they are each other’s evening news first.  they are each other’s movie reiview or report card, rap sheet or batting average, before any strangers are allowed in to judge.  the four friends lower the fifth down into empty space with, what I am seeing today is, a sense of adventure, of longing and stretching and hoping for something outrageous.

may all cohorts of friends reach for the unexpected and finds its deepest song, the kingdom of God.

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2 Responses to “molecular friendship”

  1. Al Mason Says:

    A few days later, when Jesus again entered Capernaum, the people heard that he had come home. . . Some men came, bringing to him a paralytic, carried by four of them. . . When Jesus saw their faith, he said to the paralytic, “Son, your sins are forgiven.”

    The story seems to say that some of us need others to carry us into the presence of God’s healing – and that when others do so with faith, we find forgiveness and mercy even though we’ve not asked for it.

    Perhaps “Mrs. G” (from those early days of unconscious absorbtion of Bible stories) would have a few things to say about this subject (http://www.biblestorieswithmrsg.org/index.php.

  2. masonmusic Says:

    so true dad,

    I’m immensely glad for the times friends and family have brought me to goodness through no asking of my own.

    your reflection also makes me think about our culture’s learned tendency towards autonomy instead of towards a community of people that lean on each other when they need to. the commercials for different sports drinks support a mindset that says, “prove yourself a man (woman, athlete, etc..) by doing it on your own…”

    dependence doesn’t usually feel good until one has given into it, then a release happens, i accept that i am not perfect, nor bionic, i was never meant to be…


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