One day Jesus encountered thanklessness while traveling
along the border between Samaria and Galilee." The story is found in Luke 17:11-19.
“Now on his way
to Jerusalem, Jesus traveled along the border
between Samaria and Galilee.
As he was going into a village, ten men who had leprosy met him. They stood at
a distance and called out in a loud voice, "Jesus, Master, have pity on
us!"
Jesus is called aside by the plaintive shouts of men
afflicted with a serious skin condition that present-day translators render as leprosy.
Surely, they must have thought, if Jesus could cure the blind, heal the lame,
and raise the dead, he had the power to help them too. They were already
outcasts and had nothing to lose, so they raised their voices in desperate
hope.
When he saw them, he
said, "Go, and
show yourselves to the priests."
The Master simply tells them to go to the priests, who were
the first-century referees as to whether a healing had taken place. Any cure,
according to the Book of Leviticus, would need the equivalent of a "seal
of approval" so that the formerly unclean could be ritually restored to
the community.
Will they go? How can they, since Jesus has done nothing
outwardly to assure them of a cure? This, Henry notes, "was a trial of their obedience." How would they respond
to the Lord's ambiguous command? Something in the reputation of Jesus, or
perhaps in the way he looked them in the eye, encouraged them that they had met
not divine indifference, but God's mercy, on the road.
“And as they
went, they were cleansed.”
Note the progression: "And as they went, they were cleansed."
The obedience precedes the healing.
“One of them,
when he saw he was healed, came back, praising God in a loud voice.
He threw himself at Jesus' feet
and thanked him-- and he was a Samaritan.”
Until this point, the 10 lepers had acted in concert: they
had lived together, they had cried out
together, they had gone off together, and they had been cleansed together. Now, however, one peels off like a jet leaving formation and heads for Jesus. Whatever has happened, the man knows he has been blessed, and the blessing requires a response. First he sees, then he turns, then he praises.
together, they had gone off together, and they had been cleansed together. Now, however, one peels off like a jet leaving formation and heads for Jesus. Whatever has happened, the man knows he has been blessed, and the blessing requires a response. First he sees, then he turns, then he praises.
And then, with the Samaritan still humbly at Jesus' feet,
come three pointed, rapid-fire questions, which cast a shadow over the celebration.
Jesus asked, "Were
not all ten cleansed? Where are the other nine?” Has no one returned to give
praise to God except this foreigner?" Why did he need to be
thanked?
Though he already had rewarded their obedience, he wanted
something more. He sought their gratitude.
"Gratefulness," Richard Emmons notes, "is a knowing awareness
that we are the recipients of goodness." Didn't these nine men understand what God had done for them?
The nine who did not give thanks were not only rude, they
were not in line with the truth of the universe; we are the recipients, not the
creators, of goodness. In acknowledging this simple truth we ennoble ourselves.
"God," John Piper says, "is the one Being in all the universe
for whom seeking his own praise is the ultimate loving act."
Given that fact, praise is not an option. It is a joyful
inevitability in a world designed and upheld by God. The only question is
whether we will add our voices to the choir.
Then he said to him, "Rise and go; your faith has made you
well."
I wonder how the nine felt when the man, rising from his
worship, finally caught up with them, telling of his grateful exchange with
Jesus. They had missed the opportunity to deepen their joy by giving thanks.
Gratitude brings benefits in this world and in the world to
come. The nine had their cure; the one who gave thanks had his cure, plus a relationship with Jesus. This
Thanksgiving, let's remember that we are all the recipients of God's goodness.
--Russ Sharrock