A Poem a Sunday
Pentecost 3 C
June 5, 2016
St. Luke 7:11-17 -
New Revised Standard Version (NRSV)
Commentary: Luke's miracle stories reveal a Christ who stands in solidarity of those on the margins of society. This widow would be losing everything with her son gone - especially if her husband had no brothers to take care of her. Jesus is constantly crossing boundaries of purity by this encounter with a dead body. He brings new life to the widow, her son, and the village of Nain.
Jesus Raises the
Widow’s Son at Nain
11
Soon afterwards[a] he went to a town called Nain, and his disciples and a large
crowd went with him. 12 As he approached
the gate of the town, a man who had died was being carried out. He was his
mother’s only son, and she was a widow; and with her was a large crowd from the
town. 13 When the Lord saw her, he had
compassion for her and said to her, “Do not weep.” 14 Then he came forward and touched the bier,
and the bearers stood still. And he said, “Young man, I say to you, rise!” 15 The dead man sat up and began to speak,
and Jesus[b] gave him to his mother. 16
Fear seized all of them; and they glorified God, saying, “A great prophet has
risen among us!” and “God has looked favorably on his people!” 17 This word about him spread throughout
Judea and all the surrounding country.
Footnotes:
a.Luke
7:11 Other ancient authorities read Next day
b.Luke
7:15 Gk he
A Poem a Sunday
Pentecost 3 C
June 5, 2016
“Hold
me tight!”
she said.
In
the middle of the night
when death
took
his last breath.
Nowhere
to turn,
you know.
Just
a widow’s mite
and so
a
meager bier to go.
The
Potter’s Field
is where
a
final resting place
is there,
weeping
all the way.
He
was passing by
when he
heard
the widow’s cry
as she
held
her son once more.
Opening
the bright door
right there
at
Nain’s village gate
and now
see
his weeping brow.
“Hold
me tight!”
he said.
In
the middle of the night
of death
he
breathed in new breath.
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