I am more and more convinced that the primary goal of Christian discipleship is learning how to see the world through the eyes of God. The means to that end – Bible reading, prayer, worship, and acts of loving service – are all intended to open our eyes to see God’s hand at work in the world around us, which should, it would seem, compel us, as the hands and feet of Christ, to get about that work. To me, there is perhaps no better example of this calling than the Gospel lesson appointed for Sunday from Luke 13.
The deck is stacked against the woman with the crippling spirit. It has been 18 years since she was able to stand up straight. 18 years is a long time to live with a disability, and, if we are honest, it is a really long time for people to maintain compassion. In the early days, I’m sure many saw her and had pity. As the months went by, fewer and fewer people even saw her. Eventually, even her closest friends began to forget about her. Maybe even her family, weary of carrying her burden, fell away. In modern times, we hear stories of those confined to a wheel chair who, because they sit below the typical line of sight, feel invisible even in the hallways of hospitals.
When Luke tells us that his woman “appeared,” it isn’t that she just fell out of the sky, but rather, for the first time in years, she was seen, known, cared for, and loved. The Greek word that gets translated by the NRSV as “appeared” is horao, which means, variously:
- to see with the eyes
- to see with the mind; to perceive, to know
- to see, i.e. to become acquainted with by experience
- to see, to look to
- to take heed
- to care for
- to appear
After 18 long years of being invisible, Jesus arrived at the Synagogue where, presumably, she had gone to pray at least weekly, likely daily, for her healing. A new set of eyes raises the chances that she is seen, but she is still a woman in the first century, it is the Sabbath, she is still crippled, a sign of uncleanliness. Yet, Jesus saw her, the same Greek root for her appearance, called her over, and declared her healed. She didn’t come seeking Jesus. She didn’t ask to be healed. She had more than likely given up hope by now. But, she was seen, and in being seen, she was healed.
Much of the world remains invisible to me. There are people I can’t see, and people I choose not to see. There are stories that ares systematically hidden. There are motives that are well hidden. As followers of Jesus, as we deepen faith and grow as disciples, more and more will be revealed to us. It is dangerous work, this seeing business, but it is our calling. To see, to perceive, to experience, and to care for the world around us.