Sermon for the Twenty-Fourth Sunday after Trinity (in the Octave of All Saints)
“If I may but touch his garment, I shall be whole”
It is a most touching scene, if you will pardon the pun. But here is a story about someone who is suffering terribly and who has suffered “with an issue of blood twelve years” and who seeks healing not by the touch of Jesus but just by touching his garment. As touching as her faith is, it is a long ways from what Paul seeks for us in his letter to the Colossians, namely, our being “filled with the knowledge of [God’s] will in all wisdom and understanding” without which there cannot be that greater wholeness for our humanity, namely, our being made “meet to be partakers of the inheritance of the saints in light”. The wholeness that this woman seeks belongs to the vocation of our humanity realised in the communion of saints. It means a deeper understanding of human suffering and of human redemption, a deeper understanding of healing; ultimately it means an understanding of death and resurrection even in the face of scorn and mockery.
Our readings this morning can be seen in the light of the scripture readings that belong to the Festival of All Saints. It extends to an octave, eight days of consideration about the vocation of our humanity. For that is what All Saints is all about. We are offered a vision of heaven but not at the expense of the realities of suffering and death. All Saints’ embraces the Solemnity of All Souls which recalls our common mortality, for example. The Octave of All Saints’ prepares us, it seems to me, for a kind of secular All Souls’ Day in the commemorations that belong to Remembrance Day in our culture. There is something deeply spiritual about such things that speak directly and profoundly to an understanding of our humanity in its truth and dignity in and through the awful spectacles of death and destruction in the wars of the world.