“Why
do bad things happen to good people?” Long before the popular 1980s
best-seller, long before school shootings and synagogue and mosque massacres had become a part of our contemporary world, that was a perennial problem and an endlessly
asked question.
Jesus’
refusal in today’s Gospel [Luke
13:1-9] to speculate why
bad things happen to good people– or, for that matter, why good things happen
to bad people – appears almost as enigmatic and mysterious as God’s answer to
Moses’ somewhat impertinent insistence on asking God’s name. Maybe God’s answer
was his way of telling Moses that some things about God that are just
mysterious, as if God were saying, “I am who I am and that’s all you need to
know.” Maybe that’s why the real Moses (in contrast to the famous movie’s version
of Moses) refrained from asking God the obvious question, why it has taken God
so long to react to his people’s suffering in Egypt.
He
may not have asked, but Moses may still have wondered. Likewise, those who told Jesus about the Galileans whose blood Pilate had mingled with
their sacrifices may well have wondered why good Galilean pilgrims on
pilgrimage in Jerusalem had been killed by Roman soldiers. And why, for that
matter, had 18 innocent people been accidentally killed when the tower at Siloam fell on them?
The
last example reminds me of Thornton Wilder’s famous novel, The Bridge of San Luis Rey, which revolves around seeking some
connection among the apparently random victims of a bridge’s collapse – in the
hope of explaining why they, in particular, died instead of someone else.
And
all these things inevitably inspire people to wonder. Are we, who have so far
been spared, somehow more worthy or deserving or virtuous? The universality and
randomness of so much human suffering would seem to rebut any such theory, even if
it is precisely our all-too-human desire to impose some order and logic on the
apparently arbitrary randomness of so much of what happens that causes us to
invent such theories in the first place.
Yet
Jesus just rejected any such suggestion. By
no means! Jesus says. For we are all sinners and so all desperately in need
of conversion and repentance. Hence his parable – simultaneously so comforting
and so threatening – of the unproductive fig tree.
Now
most people would probably agree that, if the whole point of cultivating a fig
tree is to produce figs, a fruit-less fig tree hardly warrants the work involved
in cultivating it year after year. If there were ever an obvious application
for the slogan “three strikes and you’re out,” this would seem to be it. After
all, how likely would it be that, after three fruitless years, yet another
year’s effort might make the tree bloom at last? Not much!
Yet
the gardener in Jesus’ parable is willing to give it one more try. Sir, leave it for this year also, and I
shall cultivate the ground around it and fertilize it; it may bear fruit in the
future.
To
us, impatient people that we are, the thing to do with an unproductive tree
would be to stop wasting soil and effort and just cut it down. But God patiently postpones cutting us down. He gives
us extra, even lavish attention, cultivating and fertilizing us, revealing himself
to us more and more clearly, and more and more fully, through Moses and others,
finally sending us his Son as his final and fullest revelation of himself, his
final and fullest expression of his patience and mercy, the final alternative
to our dismal history of lost opportunities.
As
this saga of God’s long-lasting mercy toward the human race reveals so
dramatically, God has been incredibly patient toward us in spite of everything. The
challenge, however, is that, while God’s patience and mercy may be infinite, we
are not. We have to avail ourselves of God’s limitless patience and mercy in
the inevitably limited time each of us has.
Lent
is our annual reminder, our annual challenge to start bearing fruit, to put
God’s patience and mercy to good use – now.
Homily for the 3rd Sunday of Lent, Immaculate Conception Church, Knoxville, TN, March 24, 2019.
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