Last week was Holy Week. Churches around the entire globe waited in prayerful vigil, with lights dimmed, all images covered with the congregation in respectful, somber silence. The Church remembered the end of Jesus’ public life as a teacher and healer and started walking with Him as He began His most important work, the work of salvation in His passion, death and resurrection.
Yet Thursday\’s Gospel took us back to the beginning of Jesus’s public ministry. He had just emerged from the desert, filled by the power of the Holy Spirit, astonishing crowds with His words. As He stood on the podium in the synagogue to read from the book of Isiah, repeating the Old Testament reading which we had just heard minutes before, Jesus summarized His entire ministry in a few short verses.
The Spirit of the Lord is upon me,
because he has anointed me
to bring glad tidings to the poor.
He has sent me to proclaim liberty to captives
and recovery of sight to the blind,
to let the oppressed go free,
and to proclaim a year acceptable to the Lord.
In case His listeners missed the point, Jesus spelt it out, \”Today this scripture is fulfilled among you.\” It is quite telling that the professional religious of His day, the scribes and pharisees, became enraged at His proclamation. They were enraged at the beginning of His ministry and even more so at the end of His public life. Indeed enraged enough to become the catalyst which propels the events which culminate in the crucifixion of Christ.
Why? Why are they so upset, angry?
They are full of themselves as experts on God, so full of pride that they cannot humble themselves enough to recognize the presence of God in their midst. They secretly are intent on playing the role of God themselves by saving themselves with their knowledge and religious exercises. In fact, they do not think they need a saviour at all because they are pure in their own eyes.
As Jesus reminds us in the Gospels, only the sick need a physician, only a sinner needs a saviour. Only the humble person can even acknowledge his weakness, his sin, his need for salvation. Only the humble can open their eyes long enough to see reality and to ask for help, accept help, accept Divine intervention in their lives.
So the question that naturally arises is, Where do I stand? Do I stand among the righteous, pure, self-sufficient ones? Or do I stand with the poor in spirit, those captive to their woundedness, those blind to much of spiritual reality and those oppressed in the face of their innate sinfulness? Do I need saved and am I humble enough to ask for help? If I can’t, then Jesus died in vain, the power of his crucifixion is wasted on me and I will be unable to rejoice on Easter Sunday nor receive the Hoy Spirit on Pentecost. I will not rise with Him daily into the fullness of new life, a life hidden in Christ. I pray that I might rejoice and repeat the words of the psalm, “Forever I will sing the goodness of the Lord.\”