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• Servant of All, Mark 9:30-37                             (see below)
  by Rev. Dr. Cynthia Huling Hummel
   

• A SHORT LESSON IN HAPPINESS, Psalm 1, by Dr. David Rogne                               
   

• TRUE GREATNESS, Mark 9:30-37, by Rev. Rick Thompson
   

• Are You Open to God?, Mark 9:30-37, Pastor Debbie
   

• On An Upside-Down Mission, Mark 9:30-37, Rev. F. Schaefer
   

• Choosing The Right Path, Psalm 1, Rev. John C. Bogle
   

• Secret Of Being A Servant Leader, Mark 9:30-37, Rev. Frank Schaefer
   

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Servant of All
a sermon based on Mark 9:30-37
by Rev. Dr. Cynthia Huling Hummel

This morning's reading places Jesus on the road with his disciples. It's a story that we can relate to because it's about three things we're all familiar with: It's about fear, fighting and what it means to be first. Now Mark tells us that Jesus and his followers passed through Galilee. Jesus didn't want anyone to know he was in town. Jesus needed some time alone with his disciples: time away from the crowds, time to teach them about his mission, time to tell them what was surely to pass: that he would be betrayed, that he would be killed and that he would rise again. If you're thinking this sounds familiar, you're right. This is the second time in Mark's gospel that Jesus predicts his passion. Even though this is the second time that Jesus spoke to his disciples about what was ahead, they still didn't understand. They didn't get what Jesus was talking about and yet they were too afraid to ask Jesus what it was that he meant . Isn't it curious that the disciples were too afraid to ask him. What about you? Have you ever been in a similar circumstance where you didn't understand something, but you were too afraid to ask?

Math was never my best subject. I especially seemed to have difficulty grasping new mathematical concepts. I don't know about you, but my worst nightmare was those horrible word problems that would always appear on exams! The problems were usually about trains leaving places like Chicago or New York barreling towards each other in the darkness and you had to figure out when the trains would crash. Math was frustrating for me because more often than not, the teacher would move too quickly- at least faster than my feeble brain could think. And I was positive that I was the only person in the class who couldn't keep up and who didn't understand. I worked hard and it was a struggle at times to keep up. I can remember my calculus teacher scribbling equations on the blackboard at break neck speed. "Mr. Smith" would then turn and ask the class if anyone had any questions. It was quite clear from the tone in his voice that even though he asked the question, that Mr. Smith was clearly not inviting questions and that he intended to move on to new material. I took the hint. I for one was not about to ask any questions. I didn't want to make him angry. I didn't want to appear stupid. I didn't want to call attention to myself. I didn't want to be embarrassed. It was easier to struggle with the problem on my own. Since there were no questions, Mr. Smith would grab the chalk eraser and wipe the equation into oblivion. In the blink of an eye, the answer would be gone.

I've been pondering this question all week: Why is it that we, like the disciples, are sometimes afraid to ask what we don't understand? What causes our fear and our reluctance? For some of us- it is embarrassment. We don't want to be the only ones that "don't get it". We may have heard that the only foolish question is the one that you don't ask- but we don't believe it. We don't want to look foolish, and so, we don't ask. We don't raise our hands or our questions. Some of us would rather remain in the dark than be in the spotlight by calling attention to ourselves. But on a deeper level- I'm wondering if sometimes, we are afraid to ask the question, because we really don't want to know the answer. We don't ask the question because in fact we are terrified of the truth. We really don't really want to know , what we suspect we already know. Sometimes, it's easier for us to be oblivious- than for us to confront the obvious. Like an ostrich, burying its head in the sand, we sometimes pretend that everything is fine, even when it's not. It's like the don't ask- and don't tell policy: we hope perhaps, that if we don't ask, then he or she won't tell us what we're unprepared or unwilling to hear.

-that if we don't ask our spouse, about his/her late nights- then he or she won't tell us about the affair. [continue]