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What do you Want?
Mark 10:46-52
Rev. Randy Quinn

Before I read the text today, I want you to imagine the scene with me.  It’s less than a week before the Passover celebration begins in Jerusalem.  People from far and near make the journey to Jerusalem every year to celebrate this holy day.  For some, this is an annual gathering.  For others it’s the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.  There is excitement in the air.

Maybe you can imagine yourself living in Jericho.  Maybe you are an Innkeeper.  This is the time of year you look forward to because it’s the season that pays the bills throughout the rest of the year.  People are filling the city streets and lodging is at a premium.  People are in a festive mood, so there are larger tips than usual, too.  You never make it to Jerusalem yourself, but you sure are happy to see the crowds!

On the other hand, you might be one of the pilgrims who come to Jericho every year for what has become a de-facto family reunion.  You haven’t seen your cousins since last year and this is a time to “ooh” and “ahh” about how much the children look like your grandmother or how much they have grown since last year.  Passover is a family celebration as well as a religious festival, after all.

Or perhaps you are a first time participant in the celebrations.  Maybe you have lived in lands far away and have finally saved enough money to join the crowds in celebrating this most important event in the life of your people.  You have a heightened awareness of the story of your faith as you gather and sing the Psalms, the processional Psalms, while walking through Jericho and heading up the hill to Jerusalem.

I suspect there are also those who take advantage of the crowds who gather.  Some might be venders selling the equivalent of modern day T-shirts and key rings.  Some would be offering special seats or maybe a tour package that would include meals and lodging in Jerusalem.  Some may even offer to provide child care or husbandry services while the pilgrims make the last leg of the trip on foot.

Still others, I suspect, would sit by the road and ask for alms, preying on the generosity of the pilgrims.  They have no intention of leaving Jericho; after all, the crowds will come back down the hill next week at the end of the festival.  To these beggars, this is the best kind of crowd to work with – they are in good spirits, there is extra money to be spent, and it’s a religious holiday that encourages people to give.  They couldn’t ask for anything better.

Added to the mix this year, however, is the traveling preacher who has brought his own crowd with him.  He is making a reputation as a miracle-worker, but more recently there is talk that he may be the Messiah, the Son of David, who will ascend the throne and free the land from Roman rule.

No matter which part of the story is your part, expectations are high.

It’s all Jesus could do to keep the expectations of his Disciples in check.  For several weeks now – maybe even several months – he has been trying to get them to see that he would be going to Jerusalem to die.  But now they hear the expectations of the crowd and the rumors that are circulating and they want to believe a different story, the story of a King being acclaimed and anointed, the story of a King who might rule from David’s throne and fulfill the hopes of the people.

The next day, in fact, Jesus will enter Jerusalem as throngs of people wave their palm branches (Mk. 11:8).  But in our text for today, all of these groups and expectations meet in the city of Jericho at the bottom of the hill that leads up to Jerusalem.

Read text.

We don’t know the specifics of Bartimaeus other than what is written here.  We know that Bartimaeus was named after his father, Timaeus.  We know he was blind.  We know he was begging for mercy – not necessarily for money.  (We know that because he asks for mercy and because he throws off his cloak, which was in all likelihood used to catch the coins people would throw his way.)

Unlike the “man born blind” we know of from John’s gospel, it would seem that Bart was not born blind, but rather acquired blindness at some point in his life (see Jn. 9 & Mk. 10:51).  A common experience among the people was to contract a disease in which the eye duct would dry out, and in the arid climate it often let to blindness.  It was a dreaded disease spread by flies, and my guess is that when he begins to cry out for mercy, the crowd – including the disciples – not only silence him they avoid him.

But did you know that as a blind man, he was not welcome at religious festivals?  There were prohibitions against people with disabilities from participating in temple events, a prohibition that has its roots in the Levitical Law (Lev. 21:17-21).  According to those laws anyone with a blemish was not to participate in sacrifices.

I’m thankful that the church has not upheld those laws, by the way.  We recognize that people who cannot see are no less human.  We know that a person who cannot walk can still know the good news of God’s love.  We believe that disabilities and deformities are not chosen, and are therefore not to be used to exclude people from the life of faith.

But poor old Bart didn’t grow up in the church of today.  He was relinquished to a life without worship because he lived in a different time and a different place.

Now, my guess is that his parents provided for him, so he was not in need of money.  He was, however, in need of acceptance.

But in some ways he could see things the people around him were blind to.  It was as if he had insight rather than eyesight.

When he calls out to Jesus as the Son of David, for example, he may have been acclaiming Jesus as the Messiah (Mk. 10:47-48).  He was naming and perhaps professing something that the others were either afraid to name out loud or were unable to see.

But it could also be that Bart remembered that King David made room at his table for Mephibosheth, the lame descendent of King Saul (2 Sam. 4:4 & 9:1-7).  Perhaps he was calling Jesus to make room for the blind and the crippled in his coming kingdom.  He may have been pleading for mercy on behalf of all those who were cast out because of their disabilities and deformities.

What strikes me in this passage, however, is how familiar the question Jesus asks sounds.  In fact, Jesus asked the same exact question in our text last week.  In the paragraph immediately preceding our text today, Jesus spoke to James and John who wanted to sit at his right and his left.  The question Jesus asks them is “What do you want me to do for you?” It’s the same question he asks today (Mk. 10:36, 51).

Last week the disciples asked to be seen.

This week Bart asks to see.

I was not able to verify the source of a story I came across, but apparently Charles Osgood originally told the story[1].  It’s the story of a man who had been blind for 50 years before receiving his sight through the miracles of modern laser surgery.  In speaking about his newfound eyesight, the man spoke of the amazing varieties of color – countless shades of green, the brightness of the yellow leaves, the way light reflects off windows.  He spoke of seeing but not hearing birds flying through the air and the beauty of the clouds as they roll across the sky.

Charles Osgood reportedly made the observation that he could not see the way we could until his surgery, and now we cannot see the way he does.

Maybe the disciples should have asked to be able to see and Bart could have asked to be seen.  After all, if they had noticed him on the side of the road, maybe they would have made a place for him in their entourage.

And that leads me to wonder what we would ask Jesus for?

Would we prefer to have eyesight or insight?

Sometimes I think the disciples don’t want to see.  Sometimes I think we don’t want to see.  We prefer to look past the beggars on the streets in the cities, just as we prefer not to notice the lonely in our own community.  We prefer not to see the needs because it might require us to act.

Sometimes we prefer not to know how we can help; otherwise we might feel obligated to do something.

Sometimes we prefer not to see.

But if we close our eyes, we may not be able to see the road, either.  We may not be able to follow Jesus on his way to Jerusalem.  We may be spared the vision of a man dying on the cross, but we may not be able to see the empty tomb, either.

So the question remains, what do you want Jesus to do for you?

Do you want to see or do you want to be seen?

Would you rather have insight or eyesight?

Be careful what you ask for, though.  Jesus may give you what you want as well as what you need.

Thanks be to God.  Amen.

[1]  I came across the story while looking for sermon illustrations.  I could not find the story on CBS’ Osgood Files website; nor could I find a reference to the story in any news outlets; Max Lucado seems to have referred to it in one of his books, but I don’t have the book, either.