‘A Poem a Sunday’
Pentecost 14 B
Sunday, August 30 –
2015
Mark 7:1-23 New Revised
Standard Version (NRSV)
Commentary: Traditions or Laws, or the way we always do things can be used to control and even oppress others. Traditions can become so entrenched that they get in the way of love of God and love of neighbor. A church has lost its mission when tradition is never evaluated or questioned. Mission should drive tradition. Where 'Tradition' rules the mission is often lost.
Commentary: Traditions or Laws, or the way we always do things can be used to control and even oppress others. Traditions can become so entrenched that they get in the way of love of God and love of neighbor. A church has lost its mission when tradition is never evaluated or questioned. Mission should drive tradition. Where 'Tradition' rules the mission is often lost.
The Tradition of the Elders
7 Now when the Pharisees and some of the scribes who had come from
Jerusalem gathered around him, 2 they
noticed that some of his disciples were eating with defiled hands, that is,
without washing them. 3 (For the
Pharisees, and all the Jews, do not eat unless they thoroughly wash their
hands, thus observing the tradition of
the elders; 4 and they do not eat anything from the market
unless they wash it; and there are also many other
traditions that they observe, the washing of cups, pots, and bronze kettles.) 5 So the
Pharisees and the scribes asked him, “Why do your disciples not live according to the tradition of the
elders, but eat with defiled hands?” 6 He said
to them, “Isaiah prophesied rightly about you hypocrites, as it is written,
‘This people
honors me with their lips,
but their hearts are far from me;
7 in vain do they worship me,
teaching human precepts as doctrines.’
but their hearts are far from me;
7 in vain do they worship me,
teaching human precepts as doctrines.’
8 You abandon the commandment of God and hold to
human tradition.”
9 Then he said to them, “You have a fine way of
rejecting the commandment of God in order to keep your tradition! 10 For Moses
said, ‘Honor your father and your mother’; and, ‘Whoever speaks evil of father
or mother must surely die.’11 But you
say that if anyone tells father or mother, ‘Whatever support you might have had
from me is Corban’ (that is, an offering to God)— 12 then you
no longer permit doing anything for a father or mother, 13 thus
making void the word of God through your tradition that you have handed on. And
you do many things like this.”
14 Then he called the crowd again and said to them,
“Listen to me, all of you, and understand: 15 there is
nothing outside a person that by going in can defile, but the things that come
out are what defile.”[f]
17 When he had left the crowd and entered the
house, his disciples asked him about the parable. 18 He said
to them, “Then do you also fail to understand? Do you not see that whatever
goes into a person from outside cannot defile, 19 since it
enters, not the heart but the stomach, and goes out into the sewer?” (Thus he
declared all foods clean.) 20 And he
said, “It is what comes out of a person that defiles. 21 For it is
from within, from the human heart, that evil intentions come: fornication,
theft, murder, 22 adultery, avarice,
wickedness, deceit, licentiousness, envy, slander, pride, folly. 23 All these
evil things come from within, and they defile a person.”
A Poem a Sunday
Traditions of the
Elders
‘This people
honors me with their lips,
but their hearts
are far from me.’
St. Mark 7:6b
Walking
away after worship in a huff:
“You
took my pew away!”
He
promised to quit over roped off
pews
during summer Sundays.
With
heavy breath hardly able to speak
she
stood stiff in the pastor’s office – hysterical, weak:
“You
moved memorial furniture. Who gave you permission?
Relatives
will question and wonder what happened.”
She
told the quilters about how germs
travel
through the ritual of Passing the Peace.
“We
never did that before!” her weekly mantra
and
‘til her death day it never ceased.
Defile
my church
by roping off pews.
Defile
my church
by furniture moves.
Defile
my church
by passing the peace.
And
so it goes. It never stops.
The
Christ is gone and love is lost.
But
pews are safe, and furniture is in place,
and
hands are eternally clean.
‘A Poem a Sunday’
– Kenn Storck – August 25, 2015
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