Sunday School

Jesus is Just way to Simple!

Maybe I’ve read too much fantasy or played too many video games, but this isn’t how I’d imagine a resurrection to look. If Jesus is going to raise someone from the dead, I expect them to be bathed in holy light; I expect a choir of angels singing a heavenly chorus; I expect the earth to quake and the stars to dim.

Instead, Jesus takes her hand, and she wakes. No elaborate incantations or intricate rituals, no long-winded prayers or solemn pronouncements, no supernatural voice or heavenly trumpets; he simply says “Little girl, get up!”

For her part, she doesn’t float to the sky and start speaking in tongues, she doesn’t strain at the bonds and convulse in her bed, sunbeams don’t blast from her body and send onlookers running; she simply gets up and walks around.

Jesus could be waking her from an afternoon nap, for all the fuss they make.

I’ve read a lot of miracle stories–Christian, Jewish, Buddhist, ancient, modern, in the Bible and outside it–and these are the sort that strike me as plausible. The “miracle-worker” who puts on a show, lifts up his hands and knocks people to the floor (then asks for a tithe); he’s nothing but a con-man. But the cancer that just isn’t there anymore, the infant who wasn’t expected to survive, the brain-dead patient who suddenly wakes up, these are the ones that ring true. Yet they are so subtle, you could never even prove a miracle happened. Was there ever cancer to begin with? Was the test wrong? Was the girl really dead at all?

Jesus’ miracles are striking for their simplicity. He breaks bread and everyone has enough. Loaves don’t fall from the sky and no one sees fish leaping from empty baskets; there is simply enough. He heals ten lepers, and we never see the miracle, he just tells them to go to the priest, and somewhere along the way they find themselves whole. Maybe that’s why the Gospels never describe Jesus’ own resurrection–there was nothing to see. He was dead, and now he is alive, and that is all the fanfare he needs.

All that fantasy, light and power and magic, it’s all a farce (or, more sympathetically, a metaphor). That’s what we might expect of a god playing at being human, but that’s not generally what we find in the Gospels. Here we are told that the God who made humanity has become human, fully and completely, and his miracles attest to that–not by their spectacle, but by their subtlety.

The fanfare, the show, that just hides the fact that we all know these things are impossible, but Jesus’ isn’t hiding; it’s like he knows something we don’t. Probably because he does.

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