Mark 10:17-31 – The 20th Sunday during Ordinary Time- for October 14, 2012
â€œâ€¦Good Teacher, what must I do to inherit eternal lifeâ€¦â€ (Mark 10:17)
Way way back in college, my roommate Bob and I headed over to a local theater for â€œThe Exorcist.â€
This was near the demise of eight-track stereo systems and before the transient dominance of cassette tapes. Large pizzas could be had for three bucks plus change. Nixon schemed in the Oval Office. The world-wide-web described the persistent spider in the ceiling of our rented apartment.
After Bob saw William Friedkinâ€™s 1973 flick, he was scared s**tless. â€œSeeingâ€ a little girl possessed by the devil rattled him. How scared? How rattled? Later, home from the movie, Bob had to do laundry (you can only put it off for so many months). But the laundry room in our apartment complex required a stroll along a narrow, poorly lighted sidewalk, maybe a hundred yards from our front door. Bob refused to venture into the night by himself. He begged me to accompany him; he lugging a duffle bag of dirty clothes, me alert for a girl with a rotating head.
Nowadays, in our digital world and information age, Iâ€™m frightened by a different kind of possession . . .
The writer of the Gospel of Mark, never one to embellish a story, told about a man who asked Jesus (Mark 10:17-31) a blunt question:Â How can I inherit eternal life?
Since I am one to embellish stories, I wonder . . . what did he mean by â€œeternal life?â€
Did our out-of-the-blue fellow desire a future seat at/near the right hand of God in heaven?
Was his â€œeternal lifeâ€ query about personal contentment?
Had he spoken this way to conquer a fear of tomorrowâ€™s inevitable death or to embrace a new path of life today?
Perhaps his request involved all three of the above. Or maybe you could suggest additional meanings for â€œeternal life?â€ Regardless, the man received Jesusâ€™ equally blunt answer . . .
Give up your possessions to the poor!
Scary! Indeed, scary enough to rattle the fellow who approached Jesus. And thus, he skulked away, leaving the story. And yet I see him every day in the mirror. I am possessed by my possessions.
- How much do I spend on my pets? Do I own them or do they own me?
- I have a mortgage on my house. Am I owned by the bank?
- What about that new car with those monthly payments, along with filling its fuel tank and paying for insurance and soon, because my old bike rack from my old car doesnâ€™t fit, I must buy a new carrier to tote my bike around. (Mustnâ€™t I?)
- Do I need cable for my viewing pleasure, Peetâ€™s pricy French roast to sip whist I write these swell words or threeâ€”count â€˜em, threeâ€”backpacking tents?
- How can I still have an ancient Apple IIc in a cupboard behind the towels and wonder if I should obtain that sweet new iPad?
- This list could go on, but Iâ€™m no fool, Iâ€™ll stop here.
On and on, possessed by possessions . . .
Give ’em up!
Desiderius Erasmus, the 15th Century Roman Catholic priest (Martin Lutherâ€™s contemporary) mused, â€œNowadays the rage for possession has got to such a pitch that there is nothing in the realm of nature, whether sacred or profane, out of which profit cannot be squeezed.â€
I shudder. Erasmus fretted about possessions over 500 years ago. Yikes, what would he say about today!
I am not wealthy. What about you? Of course weâ€™re not. Except, well, what possesses you?
Whatâ€™s scary is not something that might grab me in the dark of night. Whatâ€™s scary, always, is me, andâ€”like the eager fellow seeking Jesusâ€”my casual willingness to ask the big questions combined with a naÃ¯ve hope for an easy answer.
What rattles me is when I recognize that which separates me from God:Â my possessions, every single one my choice, possess me.
Though Iâ€™m always stumbling around for an easy answer, there isnâ€™t one. Never will be. Truthfully, Iâ€™d rather debate the modern controversy of same-gender marriage or the complex theology of the atonement . . . than confront my accumulation of things.
Mark 10:17-31 (along with the parallel accounts in Matthew and Luke) is arguably the most prescient of all of Jesusâ€™ admonitions for his once and future followers. I have no snappy comebacks or rationalizations to make his statements less scary.
Possessed I am. In the dark of night. In the light of day.