SERMON:
ST MARK’S DAY/ANZAC Day 2005
May the words of my mouth and the
meditations of all our hearts be acceptable in your sight, O God, our strength
and our redeemer.
Today we celebrate St Mark’s Day.
The Gospel according to St Mark is widely believed to be the earliest of the
four Gospels. The internal literary evidence certainly suggests this, even
though some scholars have argued otherwise. But who was
Mark? And did he have anything to do with the Gospel that bears his name?
The Gospel itself does not claim to be
written by Mark, and no person named Mark is mentioned anywhere in the book.
Indeed, unlike Luke’s Gospel or Paul’s letters, the gospel contains no
internal reference to any author at all nor any claims to authenticity. The
Gospel according to John maintains that it is based on the testimony of ‘the
disciple whom Jesus loved’ (Jn 21:24) and Luke’s Gospel starts with the
assertion that it is a careful compilation from the available first hand
evidence. There is nothing of the sort in the Gospel according to Mark.
However, tradition unanimously
attributes this gospel to Mark and links this Mark with the John Mark who is
mentioned in several places in the New Testament. In Acts chapter 12, for
instance, we are told that after completing their mission, Barnabas and Saul
returned to Jerusalem and brought with them a colleague called John, whose other
name was Mark. (Acts 12:25).
So, who was he? According to the
letter to the Colossians (4:10), he was Barnabas’ cousin. The Acts of the
Apostles tells us that Barnabas was a Hellenist, a wealthy Greek-speaking Jew,
who came from Cyprus and was of a Levitical family – the family that supplied
the priests for Judaism. Mark may well have shared this background. His mother,
Mary (yet another Mary!), appears in Acts, based in Jerusalem and hosting prayer
services (Acts 12:12). But this is not inconsistent with the idea that Mark may
have had a Cypriot background. Just as Canberra retirees tend to head for the
South Coast, it was not uncommon for wealthy and pious Hellenist widows to move
to Jerusalem in their later years.
But, despite the occasional mention of
him, he is a relatively obscure figure, a ‘hanger-on’ rather than a major
player and it seems a little odd that a text of such importance should be
ascribed to him. Unless, of course, he actually was instrumental in its
authorship. This may well be one of those cases where the text really was
written by the person it is attributed to. The accounts in Acts make it clear
that Mark, or John Mark, as he is often called, was closely linked with at least
three major apostolic figures: Paul, Barnabas and Peter; and also associated
with several early centres of Christian tradition: Jerusalem, Antioch and Rome.
‘Hanger-on’ he mau have been, but he was also a man who was deeply immersed
in the early church, caught up in a number of the early disputes,
well-travelled, and well – equipped to know what had happened.
The Gospel that bears his name is the
shortest of the four Gospels in the New Testament. It reads with an immediacy
and pace that are unique among the gospels. There is an almost breathless rush
through the narrative with words like ‘immediately’, ‘suddenly’,
‘straight away’ and ‘and then’ pushing the story forward.
All of the gospels are, in some
measure, a passion story with an extended introduction. The story of Jesus’
conviction and crucifixion is the climax of each one. In Mark’s gospel,
however, it is overwhelmingly so, with the passion narrative occupying one third
of the book, and the lead-up to the passion story being clearly pointed out in
the earlier chapters.
As well as this central and developing
theme of the inevitable suffering and death of Jesus, a story which reaches its
culmination in the crucifixion, the gospel is characterised by a number of other
themes. One of the most obvious of these is the secrecy theme which runs through
the first half of the Gospel. In New Testament scholarship this is known as the
Messianic secret. In the first 8 chapters, Jesus never refers to himself as the
Messiah, never allows others to suggest it of him and urges people not to tell
others about anything he had done which could be interpreted as being remotely
miraculous. Then suddenly, in chapter 8, this all changes. Peter realises who
Jesus is, says so and the secret is out. From there on, Jesus devotes much of
his time to explaining to his disciples the nature of his messiahship.
And it is clear that it does not
conform to any of the generally held Jewish views about messiahship – it is
not about glory; it is not about military or political power. It is about
suffering, rejection and death. It is about servant leadership. This is not an
easy message to hear – particularly for cultures which have been imbued with
quite different notions about God.
And if messiahship is cut from this
unexpected cloth, what does it mean for disciples? Mark is also clear on this
point. The path of discipleship must also be that of suffering. The disciples of
Christ must expect to be misunderstood, mistreated. This grim picture is,
however, counterbalanced with a promise: discipleship leads to wholeness, to the
experience of real life. This promise is fulfilled wherever there is genuine
joyous abandonment of self motivated by the gift of God. The gospel presents us
with one of those paradoxes of the Christian life – suffering and joy;
sacrifice and blessing.
The Gospel according to Mark contains
much more than this, of course, and is worth reading in depth. While lacking
some of the detail of the other gospels, and indeed some of the colour, it is a
rattling good read that sweeps you up in the action and lands you up at the foot
of the cross, and then at the empty tomb, with a strong sense of the
inevitability of Jesus’ fate and of the courage with which he faced his
destiny.
This weekend, as a nation, we are
being reminded that we humans continue to visit suffering and death upon each
other. Anzac Day remembrance throws into stark relief the futility and horror of
war. Anzac Cove itself: so many men, sent to the wrong place, to fight a
hopeless battle. All the other battles: so many people, so many times, in so
many places, facing the ultimate violence of human being fighting human being.
My grandfather fought in the First
World War. His experiences there led him to become a pacifist and he became a
Presbyterian minister. When the Second World War broke out he enlisted as a
chaplain, was sent to Singapore and was imprisoned in Changi. He refused to
march in Anzac Day marches, as did his son, my father. For them, Anzac Day was a
grim reminder of loss, of the debasement of the human spirit in war and of our
corporate human failure to live by the Gospel. They had no wish to be associated
with something that might be seen to glorify war - that tragic failure of the
human spirit.
But for many Anzac Day has a different
complexion. Acknowledging the horrors of war, and resolving to do all we can to
avoid it, Anzac Day is also a reminder that even in the most extreme of
circumstances, we can see the flowering of courage, strength and compassion.
Paradoxically, people can often show great virtue and great humanity in the
midst of the carnage that flows from humans being the worst that they can be.
Far from being a reminder of the failure of the human spirit, it can be seen as
a challenge to respond to even the worst of situations with the best of the
human spirit.
I suspect that here in this
congregation we have many different responses to Anzac Day and I am not going to
try to foist mine on you. Of much greater import is our response to God and to
the life, teaching, death and resurrection of Jesus. The role of the books of
the New Testament, including the Gospel of Mark, in preserving these accounts
for each new generation is absolutely critical. May we read them, learn from
them and be challenged by them.
Let us pray:
Christ our teacher,
you reach into our lives
not through instruction, but story.
Open our hearts to be attentive:
that seeing, we may perceive,
and hearing, we may understand,
and understanding, may act upon your
word,
in your name, Amen.
Sarah Macneil