From the Archives: Fr. Metzler’s Homily for the 3rd Sunday of Easter, Cycle C

Acts 5:27–32,40b -41   Revelation 5:11–14   John 21:1–19

        “O Lord my God, I called to you for help and you healed me” Psalm 30:2.

The novelist Michael Chabon, in a recent article about “Moonrise Kingdom, a movie about a boy at a boy scout camp who falls in love with a girl from the island., wrote, “In childhood, we experience the world as unbelievably big and beautiful, but also as ‘irretrievably broken’. Sooner or later, whether voluntarily or involuntarily, we all learn the bitter lessons of our broken world — ; heartbreak, violence, failure, cowardice, duplicity, cruelty, and grief.” And that is by no means a complete list of lost innocence.”

But beauty and brokenness mix and mingle. In the pangs of adolescence, we try to reconcile the two when they provoke ‘the ache of cosmic pain, an intimation of vanished glory, a memory of the world unbroken’. This second experience is as powerful as the first, and the feeling haunts people all their lives.

In adulthood, people respond to the shattered fragments of life in different ways. Some people sit among the shards and just try to survive. Others break the broken pieces into smaller and smaller fragments. And some people, passing among the scattered pieces of that great overturned jigsaw puzzle, start to pick up a piece here, a piece there, with a vague yet irresistible notion that perhaps something might be done about putting the thing back together again.

This will always be an imperfect process. We can’t see the lid of the jigsaw puzzle with its perfect picture of the completed whole. Some pieces will always be missing. The most we can hope to accomplish with our handful of salvaged bits is to build a little world of our own. You could compare these recreated worlds to a scale model of the broken original. They’re partial approximations and imperfect replicas. But even in their imperfections they can be faithful maps of the beautiful and broken world.

It’s also what Peter had to do in this week’s gospel. He had to pick up the pieces of his broken life. Peter was eating breakfast on the shores of the Sea of Galilee with the resurrected Jesus. Dirty, wet and tired from fishing all night and catching nothing, he huddled around

a ‘fire of burning coals’. As he extended the palms of his hands to warm himself before the crackling fire, Jesus asked Peter not once, but three times, “Peter, do you really love me?” Three times Peter responded, “Yes, Lord, you know that I love you.”

John writes that “Peter was hurt” by Jesus’s query. The triple question evoked a deeply painful memory of his triple denial. The last time he stood around a campfire just a few days earlier, he denied three times that he even knew Jesus. But now Jesus reinstates Peter three times with the words, “Feed my sheep,” and despite his bitter past he went on to become the movement’s leader.

But the memories of Peter’s past always cast a dark shadow. But with his restoration, Peter transcended his past, however imperfectly: As St. Paul, also once a profound failure, said: “forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to

win the prize for which God has called me heavenward.”

But notice the warnings that both Peter and Paul received from Jesus about the imperfect nature of restoration and conversion. They are foretastes of a more perfect future, only down payments on our continuing debt to mortality.

Jesus said to Peter: “When you were younger you dressed yourself and went where you wanted; but when you are old you will stretch out your hands, and someone else will dress you and lead you where you do not want to go.” Henri Nouwen once used this verse as a shorthand for Christian maturity — to go where you’d rather not go.

To Paul, the Lord appeared and said: “This man is my chosen instrument to carry my name

before the Gentiles and their kings and before the people of Israel. I will show him how much he must suffer for my name.”  And as we know, according to tradition, both men were martyred.

No matter how imperfect our attempts to become all God wants of us, we should never lose hope. St. Peter of Damaskos in the12th century wrote; “Should we fall, we should not despair and so estrange ourselves from the Lord’s love, Let us always be ready,” he encouraged, “to make a new start. If you fall, rise up. If you fall again, rise up again.”

We get up again because, as Christians. we are people who have been delivered just enough to know that there’s more where that came from, and whose experience of that little deliverance that has already happened inside ourselves and whose faith in the deliverance still to happen is what sees us through the night.”  © Daniel B. Clendenin

 

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