19th Sunday in Ordinary Time (A)
Readings: 1 Kings 19: 9, 11-13; Psalm 84 (85): 9-14; Romans 9: 1-5; Matthew 14: 22-33
Picture: By Stoyan Kolev on Unsplash
Has anyone here been to the Ikea store at Alexandra? I expect many of us have. When we stand at the entrance on the second level, how far away are we from the exit on the first? It depends on the route we take, right? If we choose the scenic route, going through the showroom, like most shoppers do, it can be quite a long walk. But there are also shortcuts that bypass certain parts of the showroom, considerably shortening the walking distance. Actually, if we wanted to, we could use all the shortcuts, and bypass everything. But then why bother visiting the store in the first place? Wouldn’t it be great if we could somehow reduce the distance without taking any shortcuts? Without bypassing any of the scenery?… Bringing near what at first seems so far away. Isn’t this something like what we find in our readings today?
The gospel focuses our attention on two different locations. After miraculously feeding more than five thousand people in the reading we heard last week, today we’re told that Jesus and his disciples have a brief parting of ways. He makes them get into the boat, and set off across the sea. He himself, however, goes up into the hills to pray. In another translation (NRSV), he goes up the mountain… The disciples on the sea…and their Master on the mountain. How far away is one location from the other? The gospel provides no measurements. But can’t we imagine what a great distance this must have felt like to the disciples? Struggling, in their little boat, against a head-wind and a heavy sea? Knowing that it was Jesus who had made them do this, while he himself stayed on land. Perhaps we ourselves have had similar experiences too. Had to endure one type of trial or another, because we’re trying to obey the Lord. To stay true to him. Yet, for some reason, he remains all too silent and distant. Seemingly as far away as a high mountain from the choppy sea.
But is the distance really as great as the disciples may think? Is the mountain really so much more peaceful than the sea? The gospel doesn’t tell us what the Lord’s prayer was like. After all, who could say? No one else was with him. But can’t we at least make an educated guess? Remember that last week’s gospel began by telling us it was after receiving news of John the Baptist’s death at the hands of Herod that Jesus withdrew… to a lonely place… Isn’t it reasonable to suppose that the Lord was not only grieving John’s passing, but also coming to terms with the realisation that a similarly violent fate was likely to befall him too? In other words, even in his prayerful seclusion, Jesus was likely struggling with winds and waves of his own. So that, whatever might have been the physical distance between the mountain and the sea, experientially, the Master was actually very close to his disciples. Even so, by the time he descends from his lofty retreat, Jesus is able to walk calmly across the turbulent waters of the sea. How does he manage this?
Again, the gospel doesn’t tell us. But the first reading gives us an indication, by inviting us to ponder the experience of someone else at a mountain retreat. Someone whose life was also under threat, as a result of his obedience to God. For this is what had brought Elijah to Mount Horeb. Burnt out and despairing, while fleeing for his life from a vengeful queen, the prophet was led up the mountain by the Lord. So the violent wind, and fire, and earthquake, swirling around him externally, actually mirror Elijah’s own turbulent interior state. What does he do? How does he cope? Instead of panicking, the prophet simply waits in the cave of his own heart. Waits till the turbulence passes. Till he hears the sound of a gentle breeze. In other words, like the psalmist, Elijah patiently listens out for what the Lord God has to say, a voice that speaks of peace… Not the naive bliss that results from apathy or wilful ignorance. From bypassing the inevitable tumult and storms of life. But the God-given calm that comes after one has courageously faced them. Only then does the prophet exit his cave. Except that now the exit has also become an entrance to a new God-experience. Bringing near what had once seemed so far away.
Isn’t this what Jesus is teaching Peter and the other disciples to do too? Not so much to look for shortcuts, in order to bypass the storms. Much less to deny their presence. But rather, how to respond to them when they do come. To patiently manage them in prayer. So that the storms might become new pathways to a fresh encounter with God. And what at first looks like a scary ghost is revealed to be the loving presence of a caring Lord. Isn’t this also the experience of St Paul in the second reading? For what is he describing if not his own stormy interior state? His sorrow and mental anguish at the way in which many of his fellow Israelites continue to resist the gospel. And yet, Paul is somehow able to accept this trial, while clinging to the sure hope that those who now remain so far away will, in God’s time, be brought very near.
By now, probably many of us have seen the recent news report telling us that, in 2024, suicides among those between 30 and 39 years of age rose by a whopping 50%. And what is suicide, if not the ultimate shortcut? The bypassing of life itself. Could this disturbing statistic be a clear sign to us, that what the scriptures are teaching us is something we urgently need both to learn and to share with others? Particularly those struggling in some way? Sisters and brothers, today, how might the Lord be inviting us to help bring near what may still seem so far away?