Mark 7:24-37 – The 15th Sunday after Pentecost – for Sunday, September 6, 2015
“Looking into heaven, Jesus sighed deeply and said, ‘Ephphatha,’ which means, ‘Open up.’” (Mark 7:34)
As an aging baby boomer, the infrequent conversations with my doctor frequently include the dreaded five-syllable “C” word.
Yes, a colonoscopy.
In my first colonoscopy oh so long ago, one or two persnickety polyps were found. Though minor red flags, the gastroenterologist said he removed them and I had nothing to worry about. Wrong. If there hadn’t been polyps, I could’ve avoided another colonoscopy for at least a decade. Frankly I’m fond of procrastination. It’s one of my favorite five-syllable words.
“You ignore God’s commandment while holding on to rules created by humans . . .” (Mark 7:8)
My mother saved me.
I was a geek in high school, a guy with black-rimmed glasses more comfortable reading books than relating to people. Shy. Introverted. But occasionally, because of expectations or longing or both, I attempted to escape my geekishness. Take, for example, my high school’s Senior Ball. The “big dance” was a formal affair. I’d have to buy a corsage for a date. I’d have to . . . wait! Worse! First, I had to ask someone to the Ball in order to have a date.
Still, I thought I should attend.
Question: So, Larry how many dances did you go to in high school?
Yeah, you read the last sentence correctly. The actual, factual reality of my high school dance experience (until Senior Ball) was zero, nada, none, zilch.
Did I know how to dance? Nope. Had I ever worn a tuxedo? Nope. Would I have to ask (beg, barter, plead) to use my father’s car? Yup. Could I muster the courage to ask a girl to be my date? I recall staring at the dreaded phone, rehearsing questions while my throat filled with cotton and my armpits flooded with sweat.