Who is the greatest?
Who
is the greatest? How do you even know how to answer that kind of question? Lately
there have been a number of columns written about the greatest rugby players
and the greatest All Blacks. I have read some blogs about the greatest US
Presidents and arguments about where Obama fits in all that. But just the
greatest! What were those disciples talking about? The greatest disciple? The greatest
Jew?
Mark
sometimes enjoys painting the disciples in a not very positive light. This is
one of those times. This debate is their response to Jesus teaching around his
death and resurrection; none of which they had understood. They were too afraid
to ask what he was talking about, and instead pretended he had not talked about
any of that worrying stuff, and returned to the big question – who is the
greatest?
Involved
in all this is a certain understanding about God. God is on the side of the
winners; the powerful and the great. God is found in great people – hence their
debate about who was the greatest. God is not found in betrayal and death. So
maybe in their expectation that their arrival in Jerusalem will bring about the
victory they all looked to they were debating who among them was the most righteous,
and therefore would be rewarded with the most great. Imagine that life!
But
Jesus responds to this debate and questing for greatness by saying that those
who want to be great need to be the least, the lowest, the servant or slave. This
is a pretty hard thing to say. And he illustrates that by placing a child in
their midst. “Whoever welcomes one such child in my name welcomes me, and welcomes
not just me but also the one who sent me.”
That
is a really interesting line. To welcome a child is not just a nice and good
thing to do. When we welcome a child we welcome God. When we welcome their noise
in the midst of our service we welcome God’s noise. When we let them disrupt
our order and quiet with racing cars or loud disapproval we welcome God and all
God’s disruption and joy and such.
I
am not sure the disciples really got what Jesus was on about. It seemed way too
different to how they normally thought of how things worked. I am not sure we
really get children being the way we welcome God either. What would we have to
do to really welcome them? Not just put up with them. Not just enjoy them until
they grow up. But really welcome them.
Jesus
was very patient with those poor old disciples. Luckily, I think Jesus remains
patient with today’s disciples as well.
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