Monday, August 12, 2013

Is there a doctor in the house? (Part 1: The misunderstood find a voice and a calling)



Healer


Healer

of ragged hopes

and tattered ideals;



Nurse

of faint faith

and fractured creeds;



Physician

of listless lives

and limping love;



At evening,

before the sun is set,

lay your hands on us.


carlysvoice.com



When Carly was 2, doctors told her parents she would never progress past the intellect of a 6 year old. All her milestones were delayed, she flapped her hands, and she drooled. Friends wondered why Carly's parents didn’t send her to a group home. Years of intensive therapy followed, but Carly still couldn’t speak a word. 

Then one day, at age 10, when Carly had a tummy ache, she ran to the computer and typed “hurt. help.” Her therapists were shocked; no one had taught her these words. 
Months later, Carly typed this:

“I am autistic but that is not who I am. Take time to know me, before you judge me. I am cute, funny and like to have fun.” 

Still unable to speak a word, since then, the Toronto teen has appeared on Ellen, Larry King, 20/20, and W5 as an advocate for others with autism who haven’t found their voice. This spring, Carly graduated from high school - in the gifted program, and she’s been accepted to U of T. 

She types, “It is hard to be autistic because no one understands me. People look at me and assume I am dumb because I can’t talk or I act differently than them. I think people get scared with things that look or seem different than them.”

The house guests in our Bible story (Mark 2:13-17) would probably have understood Carly. They were judged for their occupation and lifestyle, their appearance and their friends.  

Our story begins with Jesus “Once again…beside the lake.” The last time he was at the sea of Galilee, he was calling his first four disciples, two pairs of brothers, Simon and Andrew, and James and John, whom he found fishing. The four fishermen followed him into the town Capernaum, where Jesus preached and cast out a demon in the synagogue, then went to Simon and Andrew’s house and healed Simon’s mother-in-law, an act that precipitated the entire town showing up at the doorstep, bringing their migraines and rashes, their feverish infants and their deaf in-laws, and their demons.

Jesus sneaks off to pray the next morning, and decides he needs to get to the next towns as “teacher,” before the news of his medical treatments reaches there too and overshadows his message. So Jesus does a Galilee-wide speaking tour. And things are going well until a man with leprosy begs for healing, and refuses to keep his mouth shut. Now Jesus can’t even enter the towns; he stays in “lonely” places outside, but even these are no so lonely because people come to him from everywhere.

In our story, Jesus has returned to Capernaum, which Mark calls “coming home.” Capernaum means “village of comfort,” and it was Jesus’ home base for ministry. He’s just healed the paralytic man that four friends let down through the roof to get past the crowds.

And now he’s back beside the lake, teaching, and the crowd is following him again, hoping for a touch with as much fervor as preteen girls as at Justin Bieber concert, but does Jesus turn around and say, “Hey, groupie in the front, I pick you”? Nope, he calls someone who wasn’t even looking for him, who hadn’t even shown up for Good News 101. I take this as hope for those I care about who are stuck but aren’t seeking help; Jesus is looking for them, and when he calls them to something great, they might just respond.

Jesus walks up to Levi at his toll booth, and says, “Follow me,” and just like the four fishermen, without checking Jesus’ FAQ page, without a word (at least any worth reporting), Levi arose and followed him. Mark could’ve just said “Levi got up,” but he uses the same Greek word he uses for Jesus’ resurrection to hint at the spiritual significance of following Jesus. When Levi got up to follow Jesus, it was the start of a resurrected life. When you got out of bed this morning, you didn’t just awake, you arose!

This is part of a message I gave at Crossroads MB Church, Aug. 11. More to come in the next post.

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