Thursday, November 5, 2015

Faithful Widows (Reflections on Pentecost 24 Year B)


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“…she, out of her poverty has put in everything she had, all she had to live on.” (Mark 12:44b)

So you have to ask: What was that dame thinking..?! Here she is, the poor widow of this week’s Gospel in the Revised Common Lectionary, who has only a few measly coins on which to survive—and she goes and gives them to the temple! Stupid broad! Does she want to starve to death..?

This totally defies logic, don’t you think? I mean, the temple was the Social Security Department of its day. Those rich dudes who were donating great sums in this story (Mark 12:38-44) should’ve been supporting this old gal and not asking anything from her in return. Isn’t that right? Can I get an “Amen!” for social welfare?

But yet this woman, who may have begged the very coins she contributed, felt the need to give her part to the treasury. Was she just plain foolish with money? Or superstitious? Or maybe she was a person of enormous faith in the goodness of God, and her heart was touched with charity and pity and hope.

I like that last suggestion the best.

There’s another widow story in this week’s lectionary: the story of the widow of Zeraphath and the prophet Elijah (1 Kings 17:8-16). This poor soul and her son are flat-ass broke and down to their last few scraps of food. The whole area is suffering from famine and the welfare checks just aren’t coming in any more. Then, along comes this weird holy guy—a stranger from another country—who begs for a meal. The widow tells him that she has only enough for herself and her boy. They’re going to have one last good feast before they die of starvation.

But weird old Elijah keeps begging for food. It seems that God has told him that He (that would be God) commanded this widow to feed Elijah’s sorry self. (Prior to this, God had commanded ravens to deliver bread and meat to the prophet. I don’t know about you, but I don’t think I’d want to eat any meat delivered to me from a carrion bird!) Of course, what God commands and what we actually do are often two very distinct things. Nevertheless, this poor widowed mom sets a plate out for Elijah. I guess her devotion to charity and faith in God overcame her fear of privation.

The Bible does not say that the widow immediately hit the lottery. It does say, however, that her daily needs continued to be met from that point on. That’s because God provides. All the time.

My little parish here in Northeast Philly is struggling with finances like just about every other mainstream congregation in America. It’s kind of spooky to watch other Lutheran churches in the city go down like Custer at the Big Horn and wonder if we’re going to be next. But the more I think about it, the problem is not about money. It’s all about faith.

You see, we 21st Century American Christians have to start by believing that our faith in Christ has something to offer this hurting planet. Something like love, charity, hope, and a transcendent spirituality which is worth our effort to preserve it. We have to believe that Jesus has called us to be his ambassadors. If we don’t, why would we bother putting our pitiful coins in the temple treasury? But if we do believe, we can do acts of generosity with love and joy and anticipation.

We also have to believe that our acts of generosity—and faith without action is dead, remember?—will not leave us destitute. We have to have the faith which tells us to love the work of the Gospel more than we fear privation.

There aren’t a lot of wealthy scribes in my parish or eccentric prophets, either. There are, however, a whole bunch of widows. And their faithfulness speaks to me again and again of their unshakable trust in the mercy of God and their titanium-solid faith that the Word of God can bring charity, healing, reconciliation, and true joy to all who embrace it.


God bless the faithful widows. May we all learn from their example. Thanks for reading, my friend.

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