We Are Family
Mark 3:31-35
June 7, 2015
This passage always comes with a
soundtrack for me: as I read it, it’s 1979 all over again and I’ve got Sister
Sledge singing “we are family” running through my mind and it’s Disco Jesus
joining in on the chorus.
You’re welcome for that image.
Seriously, though, I take this
brief passage as central to the proclamation of Mark’s gospel. Consider the
setting: in the typical urgency of Mark’s gospel, Jesus has been preaching,
teaching, and healing throughout Galilee, and ever-increasing crowds are
gathering to listen, to seek healing, or just to see the next big thing. And,
in the case of the authorities, to check out this guy who is threatening the
status quo.
Sensing a threat to their own power
and position, the religious authorities begin to spread stories about Jesus:
“he’s dangerous; he’s crazy; he’s possessed by demons.”
The crowds press in on him such
that it’s impossible for him to move around freely, and rare for him to find
time alone and apart. Perhaps his family is concerned for his well-being.
Perhaps they fear for his safety. Maybe they worry that the rumors about his
sanity are grounded in fact, after all, some people are calling him “the son of
God,” and though he’s told them to keep quiet he hasn’t denied what they said.
Whatever their motivation, Mark
tells us that Jesus’ mother and his brother came to see him in the midst of the
teaming throng, and Jesus offers the enigmatic reply: “who are my mother and my
brothers? Who is my family? Who belongs to my tribe?”
This is the central question of the
gospel, and on the answer rests the entirety of scripture – at least as I
understand it. For me, the central thread binding together the quilt of texts
gathered into the canon of scripture is this: these are the stories of the
Creator seeking to be reconciled with creation, and, of the human creature’s
struggle to live into reconciliation with the Creator and with fellow
creatures.
From the call of Abraham to the
stories from the early church, over and over and over again we read variations
on God’s promise to be God for the people, and the struggle of the people of
God to be faithful to the covenant that defines them. Moreover, we see
throughout, the widening circle in which this call and response plays out.
It begins with a single family,
spreads to include the nation of Israel, and grows out toward “all nations”
through the words of the prophets and the work of the disciples.
Now this is not just Biblical
interpretation, it is ethical imperative with the fierce urgency of now. Look
at the news of the day: so much of our brokenness cleaves over disputes between
who is in and who is out, who is a child of God and who is not, who is part of
our tribe and who is on the outside.
Consider the various responses to
Caitlyn Jenner’s story. For some, during this season of Pride, she is a hero
and role model. For some, she is a “teachable moment.” For still others, she is
a punchline. For one conservative blogger, she is “a mentally disordered man
who is being manipulated by disingenuous liberals and self-obsessed gay
activists.”
Of course, that blogger would never
use a female pronoun in this case, so I’ve just “outed” myself in claiming
Caitlyn as a sister in the family of humankind.
I’ll further “out” myself as
ignorant in confessing that I find most aspects of transgender experience
strange and hard to understand. But, as with so much else that I find difficult
to understand, it’s only hard to understand it because it’s completely outside
of my experience.
The flight of the robin outside my
window as I wrote this is strange to me because it is – and always will be –
outside of my experience. That some people don’t like the taste of good
chocolate is strange to me because tasting it as anything other than delicious
is totally outside of my experience. The fear of water so palpable in
non-swimmers is strange to me because it is outside of my experience – or, at
least, outside of my remembered experience as one who learned to swim at the
same time I learned to walk and have no memory of a time when I couldn’t do
those things.
I may not understand the fear of
water that non-swimmers experience, but I do know what fear feels like. Fear is
key here because of the costs and consequences of radical difference. It costs
me nothing that I cannot fly. It costs others nothing that they do not like
chocolate – as tough as it may be for me to fathom it. But to differ from the
prevailing normative or dominant experience of such central social constructs
as gender, gender identify, sexual orientation, racial identification –
differences there carry costs. The first cost extracted is exclusion from the
inner circle, exclusion from the tribe.
Recognizing that cost as he
ministered to lepers, those possessed by demons, women, tax collectors, and
others marked by condition, identity, or circumstance as outsiders, Jesus lives
into ever deeper understanding of his calling to transgress and erase the lines
the mark some as insiders and others as permanent outsiders. At the same time,
in story after story in the gospels, those previously considered outside the
tribe begin to experience their full, authentic humanity as Jesus touches their
lives and welcomes them into his tribe.
The gospels launched what should
have been a movement to scatter the tribal gods and end violent tribalism.
Alas, Christians have all too often simply reinscribed the patterns of
tribalism and reinforced the boundaries with our own violence. But if the will
of God is captured most clearly in Jesus’ commandment that we love one another,
then our own acts of exclusion – however large or small they may be – work
first on ourselves for they mark us as outsiders to the family we most want to
claim.
“Who is my family?” Jesus asked.
“Whoever does the will of God is my family.”
To love one another – that is how
the family of followers of Jesus is known. And that is something to be proud
of. Amen.
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I’m always at least mildly amused
when we celebrate Pride in worship. After all, “pride” is one of the seven
deadly sins, and it’s that thing that “goeth before the fall.” But that is, as
it were, pride understood from above or from the center, pride understood from
positions of power and privilege. Pride understood from the margins, on the
other hand, is a source of empowerment and a way of finding voice for peoples
long silenced.
When they sang, “I’m gonna sit at
the welcome table,” African-American civil rights activists – following the
lead of their enslaved forebears – expressed pride as insistence. Pride is an
expression of insistence from those long excluded that, indeed, they have place
at the table.
Jesus understood this, and surely
that fact was central to his own practice of opening the table and welcoming
everyone to break bread together.
Pride, thus understood, is first a
simple expression of humanity. “I am a man,” read the signs carried by sanitation
workers at the Memphis marches at the time of Martin Luther King’s
assassination. I am somebody. I am a child of God. These are fundamentally
expressions of pride when articulated by anyone whose full humanity has ever
been denied.
At this table, your full humanity
and fundamental worth will always be recognized. There is a place at this table
for every child of God, thus this table is a place of pride.
As we come to the table this
morning, we come, as always, prayerfully. This morning, as we center ourselves
in silence, I invite you to think about your own life. As the anthem we sang a
bit ago asks, “what have you done … to make you feel proud?” Think about that,
and then, consider this question: what does your pride prompt you to do in the
world? If, for example, you are proud of your children, does that pride prompt
you to work in the world for conditions under which all children can prosper?
In other words, what does your pride prompt you to do for the family of
humankind?
“What have you done … to make you
feel proud?” If you feel so called, jot a few words on the sticky note, as a
prayer of dedication of your own actions – on whatever individual scale you get
to engage – and then, in a few moments, when we come to the table of grace,
attach the sticky note to the cross as an expression of gratitude and
commitment for the gifts you have been given that enable you to act in the
world and to take authentic pride in those actions.
Let us pray.
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