“IS YOUR EMPATHY RUNNING ON EMPTY?”
LUKE 13:10-17
10 Now he was teaching in one of the
synagogues on the sabbath.
11 And just then there appeared a
woman with a spirit that had crippled her for eighteen years. She was bent over and was quite unable to stand up straight.
12 When Jesus saw her, he called her
over and said, "Woman, you are set free from your ailment."
13 When he laid his hands on her,
immediately she stood up straight and began praising God.
14 But the leader of the synagogue,
indignant because Jesus had cured on the sabbath, kept saying to the crowd, "There are six days on which work ought to be
done; come on those days and be cured, and not on the sabbath day."
15 But the Lord answered him and said,
"You hypocrites! Does not each of you on the sabbath untie his ox or his donkey from the manger, and lead it away to give
it water?
16 And ought not this woman, a daughter
of Abraham whom Satan bound for eighteen long years, be set free from this bondage on the sabbath day?"
17 When he said this, all his opponents
were put to shame; and the entire crowd was rejoicing at all the wonderful things that he was doing.
Some people think
it’s strange when I tell them that I’ve never turned my television on to watch an episode of “Survivor”
or “American Idol.” The reason is simple. As far as “Survivor”
is concerned I decided early on that I really wasn’t interested in watching a bunch of people show you how they can
be sneaky and stab each other in the back. As far as “American Idol”
is concerned I know that the show is very popular. I also know that there’s
a rather mean spirited guy on the show named Simon. From what I’ve read
Simon can be really viscous when it comes to evaluating people’s ability to sing.
What you see on those shows
is very similar to what happened when a husband and wife encountered an unexpected problem one summer on their vacation. The unexpected problem was a really painful toothache.
After a while the husband and wife realized that something had to be done. So they went to see a dentist. “Doctor,”
the wife said. “You’ve got to do something. This tooth is ruining
our vacation.” “Well,” the dentist said, “why don’t you let me take a look at it. Maybe we can save it.” “No,” the wife insisted.
“We don’t have time for that. Just pull the tooth and we’ll
be on our way. I also don’t want a Novocain. This is our vacation and we’re in a hurry.” “All
right,” the dentist sighed. “If that’s what you want. Which
tooth is it?” At that point the wife let out a sigh of relief and said
to her husband, “Open your mouth dear and show him your tooth.”
It’s called empathy;
the ability to feel someone else’s pain; the ability to put yourself in someone else’s shoes.
Jesus didn’t find a
lot of empathy when he was teaching that day in the synagogue. While he was there
a woman came in who had been crippled with some sort of ailment for 18 years. Now
the woman didn’t go to the synagogue that day expecting to be healed. She
didn’t even ask Jesus to heal her. Jesus healed her because he felt her pain.
Instead of being congratulated for helping the woman though Jesus found himself being criticized and condemned.
Luke says that the leader
of the synagogue became indignant! He became indignant and said, “There
are six days on which work ought to be done; come on those days and be cured, and not on the sabbath day.”
The leader of
the synagogue didn’t show a lot of empathy that day. Now here’s what
I want to know. How do you think the leader of the synagogue would have reacted if that woman had been his wife? How do you think he would he have reacted if that woman had been his daughter? My guess is that he would have been a little more understanding.
It’s called empathy;
the ability to feel someone else’s pain; the ability to put yourself in someone else’s shoes. Unfortunately, empathy seems to be in short supply these days. What
you see instead is a way of thinking that Judith Viorst pokes fun at in her children’s book “I’ll Fix Anthony.” The motivation for the book came from her own sons.
In the book she writes, “My brother Anthony can read books now, but he won’t ready any books to me. He plays checkers with Bruce from his school. But when I want to play he says, ‘Go
away or I’ll clobber you.’ I let him wear my Snoopy sweatshirt, but
he never lets me borrow his sword. Mother says deep down in his heart Anthony
love me. Anthony says deep down in his heart he thinks I stink. Mother says deep deep down in his heart, where he doesn’t even know it, Anthony loves me. Anthony says deep deep down in his heart he still thinks I stink. When I’m six, I’ll fix Anthony...When
I’m six, I’ll float, but Anthony will sink to the bottom…I’ll breathe in and out when I should, but
Anthony will only go glug, glug…When I’m six my teeth will fall out, and I’ll put them under the bed, and
the tooth fairy will take them away and leave dimes. Anthony’s teeth won’t
fall out. He’ll wiggle and wiggle them, but they won’t fall out. I might sell him one of my teeth, but I might not…Anthony is chasing me out
of the playroom. He says I stink. He
says he is going to clobber me. I have to run now, but I won’t have to
run when I’m six. When I’m six, I’ll fix Anthony.”
Empathy challenges you to
move outside of yourself to try and understand how another person is thinking or feeling.
So, for example, instead of blasting immigrants as lazy freeloaders empathy challenges you to wonder. It challenges
you to wonder how bad it must for someone to leave his or her loved ones and travel to a place where they’re not wanted
or welcomed.
Let’s bring it a little
closer to home. When you get into an argument with a friend or someone in your
family empathy challenges you to look at the problem from their point of view. So,
instead of digging your heels in because you know that you’re right, you listen to why that person you love is angry
with you. Here’s another one for you. When you see someone struggling
with a problem instead of blaming that person for the predicament they’re in empathy challenges you to do what you can
to help. It challenges you to do what Jesus did that day. Jesus didn’t just feel sorry for that woman. He did
what he could to help her.
Empathy changes the way you
look at people. Instead of judging people you ask yourself, “I wonder what
it must be like to be him or her.” That’s what an elderly woman in
a nursing challenged the people who took care of her to do in a poem that she wrote.
They found the poem shortly after she passed away. This is what she wrote,
“What
do you see, nurse, what do you see?
Are you thinking
when you look at me -
A crabby
old woman, not very wise,
Uncertain
of habit with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles
her food and makes no reply
When you
say in a loud voice, ‘I do wish you’d try!’
Who seems
not to notice the things that you do,
And forever
is losing a stocking or shoe?
Who resisting
or not, lets you do as you will
With bathing
and feeding, the long day to fill?
Is that what
you’re thinking, is that what you see?
Then open
your eyes, nurse, you’re looking at me.
I’ll
tell you who I am as I sit here so still.
As I move
at your bidding, and eat at your will...
I’m
a small child of ten with a father and mother,
Brothers
and sisters who love one another;
A young girl
of sixteen with wings on her feet,
Dreaming
that (one day) a love she will meet;
A bride at
twenty my heart gives a leap,
Remembering
the vows that I promised to keep;
At twenty-five
now I have young of my own
Who need
me to build a secure, happy home;
A woman of
thirty, my young now grow fast,
(But they’re)
Bound together with ties that should last;
At forty,
my young sons have grown up and have gone,
But my man’s
beside me to see I don’t mourn;
At fifty,
once more babies play round my knee,
Again we
know children my loved ones and me.
Dark days
are upon me; my husband is dead,
I look at
the future, I shudder with dread.
For my young
are all rearing young of their own,
And I think
of the years and the love that I’ve known.
I’m
an old woman now and nature is cruel;
‘Tis
her jest to make old age look like a fool.
…………………..
But inside
this old carcass a young girl still dwells,
And now,
and again, my embittered heart swells.
I remember
the joys, I remember the pain,
And I’m
loving and living life over again,
I think of
the years, all too few, gone too fast,
And accept
the stark fact that nothing can last.
So open your
eyes, nurse, open and see
Not a crabby
old woman,
Look closer
- see me!
It’s called empathy
and it happens when you look at the leader of that synagogue. Then you look at
Jesus and you say to yourself, “That could be my mother. That could be
my sister. That could be my son and someday that could be me.” Amen.
Rev. Dr. Richard A. Hughes
March 11, 2007
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