Luke 17:11-19
I don’t know if this story is true or not. I unfortunately missed the 50th anniversary celebration of one of my aunts and uncles. He was an old farmer and with his wife had raised six kids, two of whom died in childhood. Their lives were very routine most of the time; she would get up at five and make bread; breakfast would be about 6:30 and he would go off to work on the farm; they would meet at lunch and supper, and after supper she’d usually go to bed early while he read a little, which was painful since he had quit school after fourth grade. They’d get to church on Sundays and that was about the extent of their social life, that and a visit to the grocery store in their small town.
The kids threw a party for their 50th anniversary. One of the kids commented that she had never heard her parents say “I love you”. Aunt Pat replied, “Oh, he knows I love him.” Uncle Joe replied, “Pat, I love you so much that there have been times I could hardly keep from saying it.”
If it isn’t literally true, it should be.
Anyway, today we hear the parable of the ten lepers. The lepers, isolated from society by their disease, have heard about this miracle worker and standing far apart, as was the rule, they beg for healing. And Jesus heals them, no touching, no making mud out of dirt and spit -- just go to the priests and show them your skin. And they are healed on the way. And only one returns to say thanks. Is this about gratitude?
Some people have made up reasons the other nine did not return. Maybe it wasn't just ingratitude. Some may have felt that the miracle was no big deal -- Jesus hadn’t done anything you would expect, no magic wand, no special words. How many times have you gone out of your way to thank a doctor who gave you an antibiotic for your infection? His job, right? You, or your insurance company, paid him. Isn’t that enough?
Some of the ones who didn’t return were so happy with their newfound status that they rushed home to their loved ones and it was like a party. In their joy they forgot who was responsible for their joy, not forever, but long enough so that Jesus had moved on to another village.
Perhaps one of them, angry at God for his misfortune, figured it was about time he did something about his pain and suffering, and he wasn’t about to be grateful for what he felt God owed him.
One didn’t return because he suddenly realized that without his leprosy he had no reason to beg, and he didn’t know how to do anything else. He felt worse off that before.
But the Samaritan returned
We might look at this story as an endorsement of the virtue of gratitude, and surely it’s that. But it’s more than that. Think of the ten lepers as people who are basically dead -- as far as society is concerned, they no longer count. In fact in some parts of the ancient world the diagnosis of leprosy was accompanied by a ritual much like a funeral. After all, you were being cut off from all your relationships, no matter how strong. Get the mourning over so that those you left behind could get on with their lives and you could get on with what remained of yours -- probably in the company of strangers who also had leprosy, because out of necessity they banded together to take care of each other.
You and I are like lepers in that sense. We never fully appreciate it, I guess, but we are sinners, and we can’t do much about that. We miss the mark, which is what sin is all about. I’ve never experienced a day when I could look back and say, I did everything right today; I missed no opportunities, i did my job perfectly, I treated everyone I met with love. If you think you’ve had a perfect day where you didn’t miss the mark, you are sadly mistaken.
And that’s the wonderful truth of our religion -- because God loves us so much he makes up for our leprosy, for our living death, by becoming human and doing everything perfectly. Most of the time we don’t appreciate this deep in our souls, but some do, and out of gratitude they give something to God. We call them saints. The Samaritan realized that he had been rescued from a living death and fell at Jesus’ feet. You and I have been rescued as well. How will we show our gratitude?