Since I have been on vacation this week, I was not present at our Thursday night Bible study as usual. Because of this, my musings on this week’s gospel text are my own, and not enriched by the insights of our community at St. James Mission.
Our text this week is taken from John 12:1-8.
First of all, you should know that I love my job as Community Chaplain. Even though the position does not (yet) come with a paycheck, it has its own dividends that cannot be quantified. However, even in the best of jobs, there comes a time when one could use a vacation.
For the past few weeks, I’ve noticed that my capacity for Rogerian “unconditional positive regard” has been stretched to its limit. At times, I have abandoned my usual non-directive stance in favor of speaking my mind. One case that stands out concerns a friend who expressed a desire to enter rehab and then refused to go after I made the referral and followed up with him every day for a week. Instead of letting it go, I gave him the cursory lecture on how alcoholism at his stage is fatal if left untreated. Maybe it was tough love, maybe it was me giving voice to my own frustration. Either way, I think I heard Carl Rogers spinning in his grave just then.
“You always have the poor with you”. These words of Christ have stuck in my mind all week. I hate how often they are used by Christians who want to excuse themselves from working for social justice. Nevertheless, I felt the power of these words in a new way as I slammed up against the walls and limitations of my own finite love.
My friends Adria and Bob like to remind me that ministry in the margins cannot be based on the never-ending chasm of need that opens up before me. If my success depends on someone else’s ability to change, I’m going to be a very unhappy person. One day at a time, I am learning how to measure my success by my faithfulness to the one who has called me to love and serve the “least of these” in his name. Contrary to the opinion of some Christians, this awareness does not excuse me from engaging with the poor. Instead, it puts the fight against poverty and injustice into perspective. We are not called to care for the poor in order to make a perfect society. Neither are we called to admire them for their nobility. We are called to love the poor because they are Christ.
As I head back into my regular routine this week, I pray for the eyes of my heart to be opened, that I might see my Savior in these dirty streets. I pray that, like Mary of Bethany, my offering would reach beyond the social problems that surround me and touch the sacred heart of Christ. To be clear, I fully intend to stay engaged with those who dwell in the margins of our society. Indeed, I can do no other, since the one who said, “You always have the poor with you,” has also said, “Truly I tell you, just as you did it to one of the least of these who are members of my family, you did it to me.” But what I want is for my engagement in the margins to be a means through which I see Jesus more clearly, love him more dearly, and follow him more nearly, day by day.