Health Care

Mark 5:21-43

I had the radio news on on Thursday morning and it sounded like the reporters were actually holding their breath. “This health care decision is the biggest Supreme Court decision since Bush v. Gore,” they kept saying.

And finally the news broke - messy and confusing at first - then with forests of analysis and comment.

It’s done.  It’s law.

You may be delighted with the news. You may be mad. You might be bored or just wish it’s over.

But the story isn’t over because the fighting isn’t over.  It’ll go on and on through the November election – and quite possibly beyond.

It’s a Big Deal.

Not just because it’s a big political fight.  Not just because the Supreme Court got involved – that happens all the time.

It’s a Big Deal because this political is so very personal,

because it’s about our bodies. 

It’s about what it means to be human, and to be whole.

That’s the story on the news, and that’s the story in the gospel.

There’s a woman who has been bleeding for twelve years.

Twelve years of physical discomfort, embarrassment, shame and limits.

She had endured much under many physicians, and had spent all she had, and she was no better, but rather grew worse.

You can bet that if there’d been such a thing as insurance in first-century Palestine, she’d have been long past her lifetime coverage limits and banned because of a pre-existing condition – but it’s the simple human tragedy – both sublime and ridiculous – that resonates in Mark’s brief description.

And there’s a girl – on the brink of womanhood, on the brink of death – whose high-powered, respectable father realizes there is nothing he can do.   His desperation is evident as he falls at Jesus’ feet and begs repeatedly for a cure.

It’s not very hard to feel the gaping wound, the deep, profound ache of a parent helpless to cure his child. It’s not that hard to imagine the bitter, raw, continuous pain of chronic disability – of being forced to be the person you never expected to be, out of money, begging for any assistance, cut off from ordinary life, ordinary human touch. To imagine the holes that digs in your self-respect and hope.

You can hear those stories in the news this week, too.

I hear them often – from some of you; from the people who come to our door to ask for just a little help to fill a prescription, or pay a bill because caring for their own or a family member’s illness has cleaned them out – financially, emotionally, and spiritually.

These stories have a power beyond their facts,

because the costs of our health aren’t only measured in dollars,

but in our sense of self,

our wholeness,

our very soul.

That bleeding woman reaches out in desperation to merely touch Jesus’ clothes. 

And her bleeding stops.  She’s cured.

But it’s when Jesus speaks to her that she is healed; made whole.

She is transformed by his words from a desperate outcast, helplessly reaching for someone else’s power, to a woman of grace and faith, a woman of initiative and power. 

That's when she is made whole. 

It’s about stopping the bleeding, yes. But even more about restoring her human grace, her ability and self-respect.

And then Jesus comes to that tragic house after the child has died – when mourners have gathered to begin the funeral rites.  And he gives the parents back their ability to parent, to nurture their child.  “Do not fear,” he says, “only believe.” 
The disbelieving crowds are shut out, and only those who can be trusted to believe in the child’s wholeness witness the miracle.  

She’s cured. And then he tells them to feed her.

And her parents are made whole, restored to the responsibilities and joys of caring for their own child.

We’re fighting about this health care law not because it’s about money and access to treatment,

but because it’s about our self-respect, our independence. 

Our health is our self; our bodies shape our souls.

So often when a chronic or critical illness takes over – in the hospital, in the marketplace, doctors and insurers and sometimes family and friends see only the brokenness, the problem.  And often – not always! – that focus brings a cure.

But healing is about wholeness, about being yourself again.  Or being made new. About respect, and love, independence and deep relationships.

Whether or not there’s a cure, infusing our treatment with respect and love, guaranteeing independence and deepening relationships, is care for our health, because it’s care for our bodies and souls, and the way they make us whole.

And that’s what this conversation about health care law is, at the level of truth below the politics.

It matters that we choose to take care of our bodies.  It matters that health and healing connect us to one another, when illness can isolate and outcast us, financially and spiritually as well as physically. 

We must pay attention to health and care as a community, a nation – because we are a people committed to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.  We are committed, from our birth, to human wholeness. 

And you and I are committed, from our baptism, to love of our neighbors and the dignity of every human being.

Those reporters on Thursday morning were right to be breathless.  They were right that this decision and this law are enormously important. But they were wrong to compare it to Bush v. Gore, because this one is bigger.

This one is about being whole.

This story isn’t over yet.

There are more women bleeding out there.

There are more children dying.

More parents quietly, desperately helpless.

Some of them are among us this morning.

Some will never be.

The law of the land is about the details.
The law of the gospel is about wholeness.

So let the story continue,

and in every chapter, let it be said of us

– as a nation, as our selves –

“Your faith has made you whole.  Go in peace, and be healed.”