Why Try?

They said to him, “Who are you?”
Jesus said to them,
“Why do I speak to you at all?”
Jn 8, 25

As I read the passage from John, these words stopped me dead. I have heard them before. I have muttered them myself. I smiled, not at Jesus’ frustration with those who never seemed to “get it” no matter how many ways he tried to say it: I am the one sent by God; When you see me, you see the Father; You have greater than John here…”

I smiled at the common human experience of not being able to make oneself understood. We have all been there. Mutual lack of understanding is built into the parent/child relationship. You many not be a parent, but everyone was a child. We can identify with the exasperation of the Son of God. Divinity not withstanding, he just couldn’t make those people understand.

Sometimes I think most of Jesus’ disciples were particularly dense. Or, more kindly, I imagine their minds were not open to a reality as radical as the one Jesus was presenting to them. I should choose the kinder interpretation because many times, I am standing right with them.

How often have I failed to recognize God-With-Me or doubted the Presence of the Holy One working in the world? Overcome with uncertainty, with the current state of humanity, I don’t get it. I don’t remember that as Julian of Norwich so positively proclaimed: “All will be well,” and that it will be well because the One Who Created All Things will not abandon what has been made.

One the other hand, I also know there are those who, like the Psalmist in today’s reading, are destitute, suffering beyond anything I have known, and who feel alone:

My heart is stricken and withered like grass;
I am too wasted to eat my bread.
Because of my loud groaning,
my bones cling to my skin.
I am like an owl of the wilderness,
like a little owl of the waste places.
I lie awake;
I am like a lonely bird on the housetop.
Ps 102, 4-7

Jesus wondered “Why try?” when he failed again and again to communicate his message to his followers. People suffering today from famine, oppression, poverty, and physical or mental illness wonder the same thing: “Why try?”

They feel abandoned by God, by the rest of humanity. They are alone, like the bird on the rooftop. Where is help? Where is hope?

We must offer it. Perhaps last night’s passage of the Health Care bill will be a step in the right direction for millions of Americans who have no place to turn for medical treatment for themselves or loved ones. We can hope.

We must strive “to get it,” to open our minds to Jesus’ radical message: Whoever sees him, sees the Father, and whomever we serve is the Christ. We are called both to recognize God in those suffering around us and to be Christ, bringing God’s loving Presence to them.