Thirtieth Ordinary Sunday Year B
One of my favourite story books, which I only came to
appreciate as an adult, was the novella entitled ‘The Little Prince’ (Le Petit
Prince) by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. It is a story of how reality collides
with fantasy – a tale of how an aviator, who crash landed in the Saharan
desert, meets a little boy who introduces himself as a space traveler, not of
the E.T. kind of alien but a self-styled little humanoid prince of his own tiny
planet or asteroid. The story, as the title suggests, is actually the aviator’s
narration of the little boy’s adventures and travels through the universe
searching for friendship.
At the beginning of the book, the reader is introduced to
the narrator, who is that young aviator. A would-be artist at six years of age,
the pilot had that career thwarted by the lack of imagination of grown-ups who
could not understand, without explanation, his drawing of a boa constrictor
eating an elephant, making him conclude that they are incapable of recognising
importance in anything except what lies on the surface. Later in life, the
narrator, now a pilot stranded in the middle of the Sahara, meets a soul mate
in the person of the little prince. The story of the little prince is also a tale
of disappointment. He’s a lonely child in need of a friend. This longing for
friendship sets him off on his inter-galatic adventures which leaves a trail of
disappointment. There's the rose whom he loves, the absolute monarch, the
conceited individual, the drunkard, and the businessman. They are all too
wrapped up in their own affairs to consider being the little prince's friend. Though clearly a children's book, The
Little Prince makes several profound observations about life and human
nature. Through the medium of fantasy, reality is exposed. In this first
instance, we learn that reality is the name we give to our disappointments.
Today, we encounter the blind man Bartimaeus in the gospel.
Looking at Bartimaeus, we see a man who’s at the end of his rope. He experiences
a flicker of hope when he hears that Jesus, the miracle-worker, is in town. He
dreams of the possibility of being able to see; an irrepressible desire for
healing. But his quest would not be an easy one. He would have to contend with
a gauntlet of sceptics, detractors, pessimists and self-styled realists who try
to shut him up. It’s not enough that he’s blind; they wish to render him mute
too. These people are not entirely bad or evil. Perhaps, some would like to
shield the Master from having to suffer the inconvenience of dealing with every
trivial or petty request. Some others may have actually thought that they were
being kind to Bartimaeus, to spare him the additional pain that comes from
disappointment and false expectations. Our natural tendency when see someone
else suffer is to try to make them feel better, correct their idealism by
injecting a healthy dose of reality, and help them lower their expectations to
reasonable and plausible levels.
This story may resonate with many of us, especially those
who wish to find solace, consolation, encouragement and healing from the
community of the Church. But instead of encouragement, we encounter only
discouragement. The Church is often idealised as a community of saints, but
what we often experience is mismatched group of sinners. Our desire to come
closer to the throne of grace seems thwarted at every turn. What proves most
painful of all is to see people, whom we have come to believe as brothers and
sisters in Christ, forming an impenetrable barrier that keeps us from our goal. Feeling demoralised, unloved and unwanted,
many are led to only one conclusion – to give up or quit all together. Very
often, we allow disappointment and discouragement that emanates from persons
and situations to eclipse our view of Jesus. We mistake human failure for
divine apathy.
But Bartimaeus serves as a model for all of us. Where others
have turned back, this blind man presses on. He is able to see something where
others have failed. He sees a Jesus who will make time for him, a Jesus who
will not turn him away, a Jesus who brings healing. He refuses to allow the
brokenness of the community, their discouraging words and scepticism to hinder
him from his goal. It is ironic that this man does not need eyes to see Jesus.
The little prince poignantly makes this observation at the end of the novella -
'But the eyes are blind. One must look with the heart.' What quality did
Bartimaeus possess that allowed him to see beyond physical sight? Or rather
what possessed him to rise above the discouragement posed by his peers? The
answer lies in the virtue of hope. The
icon of the American Civil Rights Movement, Martin Luther King once wrote: “We
must accept finite disappointments, but never lose infinite hope.”
The story of Bartimaeus is a critical reminder that life may
be full of setbacks and disappointments, the Christian community and the
visible Church may fall short of our expectations, that individual Christians
may often appear to be more of the Pharisaic mould rather than the Good
Samaritan type, but hope helps us to cast our vision beyond the temporal to
have a glimpse of the eternal, to see the pristinely divine in the midst of
human inadequacies. Hope is never losing sight of the eternal and never
allowing it or us to sink beneath the mire of our present woes. While we
sometimes get stuck focusing on the here and now, our present situation isn't
the end of the story. St Paul knew how disappointing life could seem—we only
have to read his letters to know that. Yet he never quit encouraging his fellow
believers to see the big picture in the midst of their trials and hold on to
their supreme hope in God. St Paul wrote this to the Church in Corinth: "So we fix our eyes not on what is seen,
but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is
eternal" ( 2 Cor 4:17-18). God's plans are nearly always bigger than we
think. The Church is much bigger than the earthly pilgrim church which plods
along on its journey to its heavenly perfection. The sting of our relatively
short-term disappointments in no way compares to the ultimate hope we have in
Him.
Hope is never a form of idealistic escapism or something
which dulls our sense of responsibility in the here and now. In short, our
hope, given to us by God, is the key to Christian living. In his homily
delivered this year on the Feast Day of the Assumption, the Pope reminds us
that Christian hope “is not just nostalgia for Heaven,” but a “living and
active desire for God here in the world.” Hope enables us to look to the next
life, but it also inspires and purifies our actions in this life. In other
words, hope allows us to use heavenly things as a constant benchmark for
earthly living.
Hope ultimately fixes our vision on our goal, heaven. It
teaches us, as does the little prince, that “what is essential is invisible to
the eye.” It requires a vision that sees through the lenses of faith and hope. As
our Holy Father says in his opening paragraph of his second encyclical, Spes Salvi, dedicated to the virtue of
hope, “The present, even if it is arduous, can be lived and accepted if it
leads towards a goal, if we can be sure of this goal, and if this goal is great
enough to justify the effort of the journey.” Christian hope, according to him,
is transformative because it offers assurance that "life will not end in
emptiness." Hope provides us the strength and courage to endure the
disappointments of this life, the tears and sorrows that mark our all too human
existence, the weariness that comes with age and finally the dark clouds that
dampen our journey, in order that we may live for the eternal tomorrow, to live
for the day, so beautifully described in this hymn, where:
There’s no disappointment in Heaven,
No weariness, sorrow or pain;
No hearts that are bleeding and broken,
No song with a minor refrain.
The clouds of our earthly horizon
Will never appear in the sky,
For all will be sunshine and gladness,
With never a sob or a sigh.
No weariness, sorrow or pain;
No hearts that are bleeding and broken,
No song with a minor refrain.
The clouds of our earthly horizon
Will never appear in the sky,
For all will be sunshine and gladness,
With never a sob or a sigh.
Frederick Lehman
(1914)
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