Now in the law, Moses
commanded us to stone such women.
In both of today’s stories – from Daniel
and Saint John – we hear of God’s
delivering women accused of adultery from certain death. In our country today,
where adultery is more common than marriage, it is hard to imagine a society’s wrath
over the private relations of men and women. Even homosexual behavior is largely
ignored.
But every society, ancient or modern, needs its pariahs and
adulterous women were the pariahs of Jesus ’
time. They were hated because they were hated, and no particular reason beyond
that.
The pariahs of our time are aliens, Muslims, pedophiles, and
so forth. The prevailing sentiment of the loudest would deny their rights to
the protection of law. If the city announced a public stoning of a pedophile in
downtown Louisville , I’m sure a
crowd would show up.
Penance and the Season of Lent challenge us to discover our
own pariahs. Who do I suppose deserves no sympathy? Who should not be given a
fair trial with competent legal counsel?
There was enormous outrage several years ago when O.J.
Simpson was freed after the murder of his ex-wife
and her lover. It seemed a black man had killed a white woman and escaped
justice. Black men have been one of the favorite pariahs of a racist nation for
many centuries. They were supposed to be always preying upon innocent, helpless
white women. Mr. Simpson ’s
escape seemed to bring that era to an end. If one black man escaped conviction for a
double-murder he had committed, many black men were lynched for crimes they
never committed.
But, of course, it will take more than one show trial before
the racist society surrenders that obsession.
In today’s gospel story, no one says the woman was innocent.
Even Jesus advised, “Do not sin anymore.” She
escaped, as you and I escape, because Jesus willingly
took upon himself the burden of the earth’s pariah. He was despised by all:
He was spurned and avoided by
people,
a man of suffering, accustomed to infirmity,
one of those from whom people hide their faces,
spurned, and we held him in no esteem.
a man of suffering, accustomed to infirmity,
one of those from whom people hide their faces,
spurned, and we held him in no esteem.
Yet it was our infirmities that he
bore,
our sufferings that he endured,
while we thought of him as stricken,
as one smitten by God and afflicted.
But he was pierced for our offenses,
crushed for our sins;
upon him was the chastisement that makes us whole,
by his stripes we were healed.
our sufferings that he endured,
while we thought of him as stricken,
as one smitten by God and afflicted.
But he was pierced for our offenses,
crushed for our sins;
upon him was the chastisement that makes us whole,
by his stripes we were healed.
Spring creeps up the hill |
Healed and set free, we must
discover whom we hate, and be reconciled.
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I love to write. This blog helps me to meditate on the Word of God, and I hope to make some contribution to our contemplations of God's Mighty Works.
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I understand many people prefer gender-neutral references to "God." I don't disagree with them but find that language impersonal, unappealing and tasteless. When I refer to "God" I think of the One whom Jesus called "Abba" and "Father", and I would not attempt to improve on Jesus' language.
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