Christ Raises the Daughter of Jairus,
Friedrich Overbeck, painted 1815.
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Gospel
Mark 5:21-43 (Revised Standard
Version – Catholic Edition)
And there was
a woman who had had a flow of blood for twelve years, and who had suffered much
under many physicians, and had spent all that she had, and was no better but
rather grew worse. She had heard the reports about Jesus, and came up behind
him in the crowd and touched his garment. For she said, "If I touch even
his garments, I shall be made well." And immediately the hemorrhage
ceased; and she felt in her body that she was healed of her disease. And Jesus,
perceiving in himself that power had gone forth from him, immediately turned
about in the crowd, and said, "Who touched my garments?" And his
disciples said to him, "You see the crowd pressing around you, and yet you
say, ' Who touched me?" And he looked around to see who had done it. But
the woman, knowing what had been done to her, came in fear and trembling and
fell down before him, and told him the whole truth. And he said to her,
"Daughter, your faith has made you well; go in peace, and be healed of
your disease."
While he was still speaking, there came from the ruler's
house some who said, "Your daughter is dead. Why trouble the Teacher any
further?" But ignoring what they said, Jesus said to the ruler of the
synagogue, "Do not fear, only believe." And he allowed no one to
follow him except Peter and James and John the brother of James. When they came
to the house of the ruler of the synagogue, he saw a tumult, and people weeping
and wailing loudly. And when he had
entered, he said to them, "Why do you make a tumult and weep? The child is
not dead but sleeping." And they laughed at him. But he put them all
outside, and took the child's father and mother and those who were with him,
and went in where the child was. Taking her by the hand he said to her,
"Talitha cumi"; which means, "Little girl, I say to you,
arise." And immediately the girl got up and walked (she was twelve years
of age), and they were immediately overcome with amazement. And he strictly
charged them that no one should know this, and told them to give her something
to eat.
St Mark, Donatello, c.1411
Lyn was someone I met when she was
about 15. Three years later, when she was only halfway through her four-year
college course, she quit to marry Roberto. (I’m not using their real names).
Lyn was madly in love with Roberto, who had a good job and came from a
relatively wealthy family. Lyn’s family
could not be described as poor either. I celebrated the wedding Mass and
attended the reception in a classy hotel. Here in the Philippines it’s the
groom’s father who foots the bill for the reception. the young couple went to live in Manila, where Roberto was from. About a year later a
daughter, whom I’ll call Gloria, was born. She had a mental disability. Another
daughter, ‘Gabriela’, arrived a year or two later.
Then tragedy struck. Roberto
discovered that his kidneys weren’t working properly and that he needed
dialysis. Over the next couple of years Roberto and Lyn spent practically all
they had on this and it ended in Roberto’s death. Meanwhile, Lyn’s parents both
had serious illnesses and had to spend most of their resources on treatment.
Lyn returned to her own city with
her two young daughters. She couldn’t find a job and had no qualifications
since she hadn’t finished in college. With much embarrassment she came to see
me and asked if I could give her an ‘allowance’. She was able to survive the
next few years with help from her siblings and friends and eventually
remarried.
I’ve met so many ‘Lyns’ in the
Philippines who are like the woman in today’s gospel, who have spent all their
resources on doctors and medicine and are still sick. I’ve met families who have
pawned their little bit of land in order to enable an aged parent to have surgery that
ultimately leaves the whole family impoverished and the person on whom, out of a perhaps misplaced love, they had spent the money ending up
in the cemetery.
Most Filipinos have little access to
good health care. Even those who have government health insurance, unlike in
Ireland or the United Kingdom, have to come up with ready cash if they go to
hospital. They are eventually reimbursed but have to pay interest on money they
have borrowed in the meantime. I’ve heard people in Ireland and in the UK
complain about the poor health services they have and their complaints are
often justified. I have also heard many unsolicited words of praise for nurses
from the Philippines working in hospitals in those countries.
Bu the sad reality is that most of
those nurses, if they were still in the Philippines, wouldn’t have access to
the kind of care they provide in Ireland and the UK. They would be like the woman
in the gospel.
I met a Filipina in Reykjavík in
2000 who told me that she had had a kidney transplant in Denmark, paid for by
the taxpayers of Iceland, a country of only 300,000 people or so. Had she been
at home she would probably have ended up like Roberto.
19 years ago in a parish in Mindanao
I buried Eileen, like the daughter of Jairus, a 12-year-old. Again, poverty was a
significant factor in her illness and death, despite the efforts of the doctors
and nurses in the small government hospital where she died.
So the two stories interwoven by St
Mark are stories that many Filipinos have lived or are living.
But sometimes persons experience
healing. I once gave a recollection day to a group of 11- and 12-year old
children. We reflected on the story of Jesus staying behind in the Temple when
he was 12 and that of the daughter of Jairus. Before the afternoon session a
group of the boys and girls came to tell me that Maria, one of their
classmates, had a bad toothache and asked if we could pray with her. Maybe Jesus
would heal her as he had healed ‘Talitha’. They thought that that was the name
of the girl in the gospel! We prayed with Maria – and her toothache
disappeared. The children were delighted.
St
Mark gives us illustrations of the humanity of Jesus more than do St Matthew
and St Luke when they recount the same stories. Scholars tell us that St Mark’s
was the first gospel to be written and that the other two drew on his in
writing theirs. St Matthew omits the detail of Jesus perceiving in himself that power had gone forth from him. This
shows us that Jesus wasn’t a ‘magician’. When he healed a sick person he gave
of himself.
St Matthew leaves out another beautiful detail about the humanity of
our Saviour. Jesus says to the people in the house, Give her something to
eat. I can imagine the joy of everyone, including Jesus. I picture him with a
smile on his face, a smile that reflects his joy – and his awareness that the
girl’s family had forgotten the very practical detail that she was starving, as
is anyone who has come through a serious illness. This detail of St Mark brings
home to me the great reality that St John expressed in his gospel and that we
pray in the Angelus, The Word became flesh
and dwelt among us (John 1:14).
Missa Papae Marcelli (Mass of Pope Marcellus) by Palestrina
Kyrie (Lord, have mercy)
Sung by the Tallis Scholars directed by Peter Phillips