Proper 7 C + A nap and a snack + 6.19.22
M. Campbell-Langdell
All Santos, Oxnard
(1 Kings 19:1–4, (5–7), 8–15ª; Psalm 42 y 43; Galatians 3:23–29; St Luke 8:26–39)
A nap and a snack. And the sound of silence. A man of power,
and I am not just talking about Jesus.
I have loved the song “The Sound of Silence” by Simon and
Garfunkel since high school, when I thought it was so deep, which in many ways,
it is. Its last lyrics go thus:
“And the
people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sounds of silence"
Here in the reading from 1 Kings today we have the original
instance of this “sound of silence.” And it happens when Elijah, fired up after
besting Baal and Baal’s prophets, receives a death threat from Jezebel. Now
this queen is very scary, but I wonder if this threat to his life isn’t all
that is bothering Elijah. He has just killed a whole bunch of holy people.
People who are not of his faith, but still, that’s got to sit wrong, even if
showing that Yahweh is sovereign was the right move. And he is exhausted. He
just wants to give in and die. I love that before the moment of experiencing
God, he rests, and then an angel of God feeds him. As I have heard others say,
the spiritual value of a nap and a snack cannot be overstated!
Because it is in this space that Elijah is able to hear
between all the noise, and truly hear God. I like to imagine this was a
humbling moment. A moment when he realizes that to be a person of faith one
must first self-empty and relinquish violence and personal gain in order to
move forward.
I remember one time I heard the “Sound of Silence.” I was
standing almost alone in the subway station in Santiago, Chile. One single
Andean flutist worked out the famous notes unironically – this is truly one of
the most famous songs played in the modern Andes, as I understand it. And I was
standing there, feeling welcome and alone. I was a young adult, on the cusp of
much in my life, but feeling so unsure of everything and everyone. An important
relationship in my life was ending. I was rediscovering myself in a new country
and learning a new language. But I felt so unprepared for it all, a bit
overwhelmed. At the same time, those familiar sounds brought me home, and
reminded me that God was present in that moment, as God is present in every
moment. I walked forward with my life feeling more united with all of humanity.
Jesus encounters a man who has gone through hell in this
passage from Luke. Even though Jesus is in Gentile territory that plays by
different rules, everything in this passage speaks of the demoniac’s exclusion
and suffering. He has been literally left for dead, living in the tombs, and he
is naked, a mark of grave humiliation in the ancient world. He has been
stripped of his home and identity.
The spirit that possesses this man is so strong as to name Jesus right away. He
is not messing around. He knows Jesus has the power to subdue him. And this
man, the demoniac, is strong. He has been able to survive having a legion of
demons inside of him. Demons that, when cast into the pigs, will send them
scattering to their death.
Now comes the silence. A man at the feet of Jesus, in his
right mind, clothed again. Restored. And Jesus speaks to him in this quiet,
just as God spoke to Elijah in the still, small voice.
And yet, just as Elijah must continue his journey, this brand-new
disciple must not stay with Jesus. He must go back and tell the good news. Why
can’t he just follow Jesus? His people need his witness!
Now, they do not know what to make of this. In a way, you can’t blame them. By
the visit of this stranger, all their world has changed. A major source of food
and income for this gentile settlement has been destroyed. Their once
not-so-friendly madman is now healed and telling them the good news. On top of
it, they have seen the destruction of nearby Sepphoris by a Roman Legion. We
know what that fear is like. We have seen more violence this week. They can’t
quite accept Jesus yet. But Jesus knows. In time, they will see.
We will see too. This week, in response to the shooting at Vestavia
Hills, AL during a church potluck, our Presiding Bishop Michael Curry prayed on
Tiktok for those who died and for the survivors. He also prayed that we would
become instruments of God’s peace. This hit me. It hit me because I think we
must find ways to use our bodies and minds and souls to combat violence. We
must be instruments. Not just passive observers. We may feel scared or overwhelmed,
but we are strong.
We are strong because of what we have gone through. And when
we face those decisive moments, the cave-dark moments filled with questions,
let us rest and nourish ourselves and then listen hard. Listen for God’s
guidance. It will come. I believe it. You believe it, too.
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