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Ordinary Sunday 28, Year C
South Sydney Uniting Church
October 13, 2013

Psalm 66:1-12; 2 Timothy 2:8-15; Luke 17:11-19


Thursday night Bible studies at the manse are very enjoyable. On Thursday we looked at our Gospel from Luke 17. Today's homily draws on our scholarly and not-so scholarly notes ...

We noted that the action takes place in a liminal space, an in-between space, in a nameless village somewhere between Galilee and Samaria. Jesus leads disciples to anticipate surprises, healing, new life at the margins, in various border experiences. We thought about liminal spaces in our lives: adolescence, middle age, older age; fledgling relationships, vocations; uncertain health; the space between the sacred and secular, the congregation and wider community; cross-cultural relations, inter-faith dialogue (in all its terror, with its fear and prejudice); inter-species kinships and affinities; the transition from one gender to another, from one sex to another, and various stages of sexual identity. Our border experiences can be painful and confusing. They mark us out as strange, odd, frightening, cursed, different. They will leave their marks. God be with you ...

The ten people with leprosy cry out for compassion. When Jesus sees them he responds. A mark of difference, of rejection, may also signify holiness, holy encounter. St Francis kissed the leper. St Francis bore the stigmata of the Christ he loved. We are in Franciscan territory again today. The stigma stings and stimulates. "The stigma conveys the strongest message, the most secret message, the one that is most difficult to convey: whether good or bad, the stigmatized person is signalled out for exclusion and election" (Helene Cixous).

We attended to experiences of feeling comfortable and uncomfortable in our own skins. Pigmentation. Segregation. The desperate act of saving one's own skin. We imagined a leper losing touch, losing the sense of touch. We acknowledged the ambiguities of touch, the preciousness of genuine intimacy ... a safe/charged space between one person and another, between each one.

We noted the two Greek terms rendered "cleansed/healed" and "saved/made whole". Ten were cleansed, one was saved. Ten were healed, one was made whole. We pondered this borderline, the space between "healed" and "made whole". What's the difference? Nine were relieved, one was deeply grateful. One was thankful, seeking out the source of new hope and life. One gave thanks - another Greek word: Eucharist.

There is a Real Presence in the broken bread, in the company of One whose hands are scarred, whose side, whose heart is wounded, whose feet are deformed ...

One gives thanks, one praises God "in a loud voice", one breaks into song. When have I sung? When do I sing? When will I sing again? We recalled our recent celebration of our friend Geoffrey Nimusiima's permanent residency - an Australiana-themed celebration at the home of Bronwyn and Jim, then singing "Waltzing Matilda" and "The Road to Gundagai" all the way from Balmain to Waterloo.

We paid tribute to the healing properties of music; songs that transport us to places, to no place. Beautiful voices. Imperfect voices - strained, bold, confronting, uplifting, damaged, resilient, cracked, worn, silken, human voices. Bird noises. Wailing dogs, barking dogs. Sing-song cat sounds ...

We noted the reference in verse 19 to "standing up". Jesus says, "Get up" ... "Stand up" ... It's a song by Bob Marley and Peter Tosh: "Get up, stand up, stand up for your rights!" The Greek word is anastasis - standing up, a raising up, rising, resurrection. The one who gives thanks and breaks into song partakes of risen life. Resurrection means standing strong. Resurrection means standing up for oneself and for others, for dignity, for liberty. The Spirit enlivens and empowers.

The Spirit that saves, the Spirit that makes whole, incorporates. We are gathered, spirit and body, as one body. We belong. We join with one another on the way - in the way of compassion, in the way of empathy for the stigmatised. Solidarity. And yet, difference matters. Jesus says, "Stand up and go your (own) way; your faith has saved you."

The one who gives thanks and breaks into song partakes of risen life in a singular sense. The space between the Christ and each believer is a secret space, its message most difficult to convey. You are marked there. You alone bear those particular marks ... The Samaritan perhaps had this strength to go his own way (yes, we sang along to Fleetwood Mac at this point), to resist the "group think" and conventional attitudes that dampened the praises of his Judean cohorts.

In this worship space, this sanctuary - the interior walls now all but cleansed of stains - may our respect for difference be a remarkable trait. May we sing the Eucharist and may we break into song. May we fall down in praise, vulnerable like Jesus, open to a healing encounter with our God. And may we not seek to circumscribe places of healing but recognise stigmata of exclusion and election, suffering and hope, faithfulness and love.

Let's complete the homily together. When have you sung? When do you sing? When will you sing again? ... Amen.