Gospel: Mark 9:30-37
30[Jesus and the disciples went on] and passed through Galilee. He did not want anyone to know it;31for he was teaching his disciples, saying to them, “The Son of Man is to be betrayed into human hands, and they will kill him, and three days after being killed, he will rise again.” 32But they did not understand what he was saying and were afraid to ask him.
33Then they came to Capernaum; and when he was in the house he asked them, “What were you arguing about on the way?” 34But they were silent, for on the way they had argued with one another who was the greatest. 35He sat down, called the twelve, and said to them, “Whoever wants to be first must be last of all and servant of all.” 36Then he took a little child and put it among them; and taking it in his arms, he said to them, 37“Whoever welcomes one such child in my name welcomes me, and whoever welcomes me welcomes not me but the one who sent me.”
Prayer
Have you ever been too small for a carnival ride? Can you remember that feeling? Of waiting in line and then seeing the required height and….ummm…I don’t know – am I gonna make it? And then turning your back against that wooden measuring plank for your fate to be revealed in the eyes of others?
That’s the whole premise of the 1988 movie Big. Where 12-year-old Josh Baskin stands in line for the coolest and scariest carnival ride – the Super Loops – trying to look brave and mature in front of Cynthia Benson. When he’s next in line, he charges on to the ride, only to be stopped. He can’t go on. He’s not tall enough. He’s too small. You can feel in your bones the embarrassment of the moment. To make it worse, the carnival workers says to Josh, “Look – why don’t you just go try the kiddy-wheel.”
As Josh walks away through the crowd, deflated by his smallness, he comes across a fortune teller machine – ZOLTAR. He puts in his quarter, the lights go on, the mechanical fortune teller comes to life and Josh is instructed to make a wish.
“Make a wish, make a wish…” Josh whispers to himself, “I wish I were…big.”
A card drops down from the machine declaring – Your wish is granted. And then Josh looks at the ground – and guess what? The machine has been unplugged the whole time. That’s when you know something unusual is going on.
Well, as you some of you know, Josh wakes up the next morning – he’s big. A full-fledged adult, played, of course, by Tom Hanks. Josh goes on to live life as an adult, horrifyingly and hilariously, for a few weeks before tracking down that same fortune teller machine, which in the end returns him to his regular-sized self.
I wish I were big…have you ever thought that? Or felt that?
Or maybe a better question is – when was the last time you felt small? Even big people can feel small. When was the last time you felt not tall enough and you just wish the world would treat you as if you were bigger?
Was it when you were talking to your father on the phone recently, and that same subtle condescending tone invaded the conversation?
Or perhaps was it when your adult children sat you down and suggested…maybe it was time to start touring the local nursing homes.
Or was it when you found out your friends had gotten together but no one bothered to call you?
When was the last time you felt so small? I’m not just talking to the adults here. Even the youngest among us can feel small. Few children want to be treated like someone younger than them…absolutely not.
In our gospel reading, Jesus and the disciples are on their way to Jerusalem. Jerusalem is where the cross happens. Jesus is teaching the disciples. Teaching them some rather mature-level material. Teaching them about betrayal and death. That he, the Son of Man, will be betrayed and killed. And on the third day he will rise again.
But they…well…they didn’t really understand it. And like many of us when we don’t understand something – they were afraid to ask the teacher about it.
Instead, in what feels like vulnerability and fear, the disciples start to argue about which one of them is the greatest. They want to know who is the best. Who is the biggest. Who is number 1. And nothing reveals one’s own insecurity, one’s feeling of being small inside, quite like arguing for who’s the best at something.
And when that happens, it just brings everything to a halt for Jesus. Full stop. He sits down, gathers the disciples around and says, “Whoever wants to be first must be last of all and servant of all.” And then he takes a little child and puts it among them. Takes it in his arms, and says, “Whoever welcomes one such child in my name welcomes me, and whoever welcomes me welcomes not me but the one who sent me.”
In this serious moment of teaching, Jesus takes a little child and places it among them. Among the big disciples.
Consider for a moment the question “What is a child?” How would you answer?
Would you say a child is…precious? Beautiful? Innocent? Pure? Would you say…free? Unburdened by life? It’s these sorts of words that allow adults to say after a day at the waterpark and with a big smile on their face, “I felt like a kid again.”
But there is another side to this coin.
A child is also vulnerable. Fragile. Dependent. Needy, even. Uneducated, perhaps. Children need to be cared for, fed, washed, taught.
It is these sorts of words that lead adults to say things like, “Don’t treat me like a child.” Don’t treat me like I can’t do it on my own. Don’t treat me like I’m 12 years old. Don’t treat me like I’m not tall enough.
Sometime even us grown-ups will say to our grown-up parents…”Don’t treat me like a child.” And yet we are their children.
Everyone wants to be a kid again but no one wants to be treated like a child.
So, what is a child then, and when, if ever, do we stop being one?
Jesus take a child and set it among them…so, before we get too sentimental about Jesus gathering up a cute, little child in his arms, ready for their family photoshoot at 3 months, in Jesus’ society and perhaps even our own (though we’d never admit it), children were considered lowly and “last of all.” In Jesus’ day, perhaps as a result of the high infant mortality rate at the time, children were rather ignored and marginalized, even seen as not fully human just yet. That seems unthinkable to many of us – until someone treats us like a child, that is.
Even the word for “child” in this text is the same word used for servant. People would refer to servants in their household, regardless of age, as “my little ones.” The person of littler worth.
Children were not seen as the cute and cuddly human being to be cherished and to carry all our future potential. Children were rather small, useless, dependent and needy resource drains that couldn’t be trusted to live past the age of five.
And yet Jesus takes THIS little one – this child – and places them in front of him, actually in the crook of the arm, and says, “Whenever you welcome a child, when you welcome a little one, you welcome me. And you welcome God.”
Jesus knew his disciples. He’d traveled for years with the on the road. He knows them – knows when they are afraid. Perhaps when Jesus takes the child and places it among them, he’s holding up a mirror to the disciples. Revealing their own smallness. And when Jesus says, when you welcome one such as this you welcome me, he is saying, “I am with you, even when you feel small.” Jesus is binding himself not to our greatness, but to our smallness.
Remember, they are on the road to Jerusalem. Again, Jerusalem is where the cross happens. On the cross, Jesus becomes small. And weak. He is stripped nearly naked like a baby. He becomes thirsty and dependent upon others. Like a young person too small for the carnival ride, he gets picked on and bullied by those pointing their fingers at him. He doesn’t even hang in there very long – he dies rather quickly, much to everyone’s surprise. And in the end, he too needs to be cradled in the arms of another, as he is carried to the tomb.
On the cross, God becomes small. The Rev. Sally Hitchner says, “This is God bound to our smallness… to the parts we wish others didn’t see. The parts we are not proud of.” To our failures and weaknesses.
Maybe this passage isn’t about feeling big and righteous and learning to be really good at welcoming all kinds of people into your life. Maybe this is more about how when we are at our most vulnerable, when we feel at our most useless and powerless, that God stitches God’s self to us.
This past week, I heard the story of Chuck Sereika. On September 11th, 2001, Chuck Sereika, who lived in New York City, woke up late. He had slept through Monday, working off a hangover. His life was kind of in shambles. He was drinking and acting out in different ways…he was depressed, sleeping a lot. But that day, he turned on the TV and saw that the planes had hit the two towers.
In his own words, he wasn’t that connected to the city. He wasn’t connected to anything really, and he didn’t really grasp what was happening and didn’t have many thoughts about it. But that morning, his estranged sister had left a message on his voicemail. She said, “Chuck, I hope you are okay. You are probably down there helping.”
“She thinks I’m down there helping,” Chuck said, “why would she think that? Nothing was further from my mind than to be down there helping…why would I be down there helping? I’m an ex-paramedic, trying to recover from drugs and alcohol…and she thinks I’m down there helping.” Chuck didn’t want to help, but he also didn’t want to let his sister down. So he goes down to Ground Zero, but with no intention of putting himself in harm’s way. “I might go to a triage area. Help bandage people. Help give them water. Things of that nature,” he said. “I just wanted to be able to call my sister and say, ‘Hey. Guess what? I’m down there helping.’ That’s it. That was my whole motivation.” He simply wanted his sister to think he was someone who helped people. You can imagine how small and insignificant Chuck felt.
Eventually, Chuck’s down at Ground Zero, waiting around like everyone else, not knowing what to do, as it’s getting dark. “I’m standing on the edge of the rubble,” he said, “And you could look down and see fire coming up. I’m extremely scared of fire. I’m extremely scared of smoke and heights. I have no plans to crawl on any rubble to rescue any person. My plans were to be able to call my sister Joy and tell her that I am down there helping.”
But then, Chuck took a first step onto the rubble. He doesn’t know why he did it – he just did. And as he crawled and walked over the rubble, he sees a Marine standing out there…in a hole, with smoke and fire coming out…and shouting that there were people who needed to be rescued.
Chuck was thinking “Where are all the men and where is this rescue happening?” And the Marine is looking at him like, “Hooray! The rescuers have arrived.” After learning that Chuck was an ex-paramedic, the Marine pointed down into the hole. Chuck thought, “I am not going down in there.” But then he could see a hand waving 50 feet down into the rubble. Chuck thought to myself… “Maybe his life is worth more than my life. My life wasn’t going very well.” And he crawled down into the hole – a firey smoky hole.
In the rubble, Chuck finds Port Authority Officer Will Jimeno, who is trapped. They started to dig him out. But with the fire and smoke coming through, they were obviously in grave danger. Every cell in Chuck’s body said, “Get out of here.” It felt like the hole was about to collapse. No one felt like they were strong enough to make it through this moment.
But Chuck and this Marine decide that they would not leave Will. They said, “If we die, we die with each other.” No one was gonna leave without Will. In that moment, they stitched their lives together.
Eventually more and more people found them and came to help…and with the jaws of life, Will Jimeno was freed from the rubble and brought to safety.
But in the end, even now, 20 years later, Chuck says, “I give myself no credit for any part of that rescue. God uses the weak to confound the wise. God uses the low. The low people of the world to confound the wise. There is no way I could turn around and say it was me. I had no desire, no will, no strength, no power, to accomplish what the Lord used me to do that night.”[1]
On September 11th, 2001, Chuck’s life felt pretty small. Nothing was going all that well. He wasn’t measuring up to much. But it is in these moments – when everything feels fragile and no one – no one – feels great about just about anything…when we all feel pretty useless…Jesus takes the smallest one and places them among us, like a mirror, and says “Whenever you welcome one such as this, you welcome me.” Jesus meets us in the rubble of life and Jesus says, “You don’t have to be the greatest. You don’t have to be big. You can be small. I will be with you there.”
Amen.
[1] This story is retold from Episode 6 of National Geographic documentary 9/11: One Day in America, 2021.