The gospel this morning sounds similar to the one we heard last week; as it once again speaks to the issue of healing on the Sabbath.
But it also touches on something else, something far more important, the love of our brothers and sister, even the ones who are suffering.
And that thought reminds me of the story about Marilyn Monroe. Marilyn Monroe has become a kind of icon—a symbol, in a way—of the sensuality and emptiness of our time. Arthur Miller, in his autobiography Timebends, tells of his marriage to her. During the filming of The Misfits, he watched Marilyn descend into the depth of depression and despair. He was fearing for her life, as he watched their growing estrangement, her paranoia, and her growing dependence on barbiturates.
One evening, after a doctor had been persuaded to give her yet another injection, she was sleeping. Miller stood watching her, reflecting: “I found myself straining to imagine miracles. What if she were to wake and I were able to say, ‘God loves you, darling,’ and she were able to believe it! How I wish I still had my religion and she hers.”
‘And you will be blessed, because they cannot repay you, for you will be repaid at the resurrection of the righteous.’
Love in my Master’s Name;
Fr Des Smit