Mark 5:21-43 · A Dead Girl and A Sick Woman
The Laying on of Hands
Mark 5:21-43
Sermon
by Donald B. Strobe
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In 1865, in a small town in Wisconsin, five-year-old Max Hoffman came down with cholera.  Three days later, the doctor pulled the sheets over the boy’s head and pronounced him dead.  Little Max was laid to rest in the village cemetery.  That night, his mother awoke screaming: she had dreamt that her son was turning over in his grave.  Trembling with fear, she begged her husband to go to the cemetery and immediately raise the coffin.  Mr.  Hoffman did his best to calm his wife, assuring her that while her nightmare was indeed hideous, it was still a dream.  These things happened often.  Calmed down, Mrs.  Hoffman returned to bed.  But the next night Max’s mother had the identical dream, and this time she would not be denied.  Resignedly, Mr.  Hoffman asked his eldest boy and a neighbor to help him exhume the corpse.  They dug up the coffin, opened the lid, and incredibly, there was Max, lying on his side!  Though he showed no signs of life, Mr.  Hoffman brought the boy back to his house so the doctor could have one last look at him.  At the Hoffman home, the physician labored to revive him.  After an hour, Max’s eyelids fluttered.  The doctor immediately placed heated salt bags under the boyUs arms, rubbed his lips with brandy, and watched for signs of recovery.  Recover Max did.  After a week, he was out playing with his friends.  And the boy who died at five lived well into his 80’s in Clinton, Iowa.  For his entire life, Max Hoffman’s most treasured memento was the metal handles he had taken from his own coffin. 

Of course, medical science has progressed to the point today where such a terrifying thing is almost an impossibility, but I could not help but think of that story when I sat down to read this morning’s Scripture lesson.  We have all heard it from childhood...  the story of the raising of Jairus’ daughter. 

I.AS IT STANDS IN MARK, THE STORY CANNOT HELP BUT FASCINATE US.  Presbyterian David Redding begins his sermon on the raising of Jairus’ daughter with these arresting words: “God will have to multiply our shortage of faith by some unknown quantity of infinity to get some people to believe that Jesus ever did anything for the dead.  It is hard enough for them to swallow what he said; but to accept the possibility that a perfect Stranger could resuscitate dead bodies is going a little far.....  We ship all our corpses to the morgue, and we would send for the men in little white coats if we heard that someone had sent for the minister for one last try before it was too late.” (David A.  Redding, THE MIRACLES OF CHRIST, Westwood, N.J: Fleming H.  Revell, Co.  1964, p.  155)

He is right.  Just last year Oral Roberts got himself in a lot of hot water for saying that he had personally brought some people back to life.  Such a thing is unthinkable in our scientific age.  Yet, as Dr. Redding says, the Gospels give us three examples of Jesus bringing the dead back to life.  The Man who was to be resurrected tried it on some others first in a much more modest form.  (p. 155) Of course, each of these resurrection stories is different...and this one is perhaps most different of all.  Remember what Mark says: As soon as Jesus finished putting the man named Legion back together a man named Jairus came up to Him, threw himself down at Jesus’ feet and pleaded with him.  “My little daughter is at death’s door.  I beg you to come and lay your hands on her that she might live.” Who was Jairus?  “One of the rulers of the synagogue,” Mark says.  It required ten adult males (a “minyan”) to constitute a synagogue and these became its rulers.  The synagogue in this case was probably in Capernaum, possibly built by that centurion who loved the Jewish nation.  (See Luke 7).  Jairus was a Jew, of course, so now we are back on “our side” of the lake.

I am having a hard time keeping straight’ Jesus comings and goings across the lake.  He went to the Gentile side to avoid the crowds, but met the man who was a crowd in himself!  After being told to get out of town, he went back to the other side, but there was to be no rest for Him.  Jairus, had been chosen as president by the board of elders in the synagogue.  His office would be of special interest to Mark’s readers because in all likelihood Christians had usually found such leaders obstinate in their refusal to accept Jesus as the Messiah, and he may be saying to his readers: “Look!  Here is an important man; a ruler of the Jews, and he came to Jesus for help when his daughter was dying.  Don’t you see?  Jesus has come into the world for all kinds of people.  Jew and Gentile alike.”

“My little daughter is at death’s door.  I beg you to come and lay your hands on her that she might live.” It would be hard to see how Jesus could refuse an invitation such as that...and so Jesus went.  There was a slight delay in the proceedings as He attended to the needs of another suffering human being (more about that in a future sermon), but while He was on His way, Jairus’ neighbors came with the tragic news: “Your daughter is dead.  Why trouble the Rabbi further?” That’s a terrible point to reach, terrible words for anyone to hear, but especially a parent.  Death is tragic at almost any age, but at a young age it has special poignancy.  These folks came with the tragic news that Jairus’ daughter was dead.  “But Jesus ignored them” (v.  36) Mark says.  I like that.  There are some people whom it is best to ignore.  The doomsayers, the folks who always say no, the people who bring their wet blankets to every party!  What can you say after the experts have pronounced the patient dead?  But to Jesus the report of such doomsayers was never the last word.  He knew (as we who live on the other side of Easter are supposed to know) that death does not have the last word.  God does.  God never comes to the end of His rope.  Christians are those who ignore the doomsayers.  So, a few years ago when people were saying that “God is dead,” the majority of faithful Christians went about their business ignoring the rumor.  They knew, as Mark Twain said, “the reports of my death are greatly exaggerated.” Some folks think that the Church is dead, but Jesus said, “I will build my church, and the powers of death shall not prevail against it!” (Matt.  16:18) And Jesus said to the doomsayers: “Why do you make a tumult and weep?  The child is not dead but sleeping.  And they laughed at him.” (5:39)

II.THIS IS NOT THE FIRST NOR THE LAST TIME THAT JESUS HAS BEEN LAUGHED AT.  From the vantage point of today that may be hard to understand.  Most folks I know who are skeptical of the Christian faith might oppose Jesus, or vilify Him, but few would laugh.  But when we put ourselves back two thousand years in history, you can understand it.  There was a sect of the Jews called the Pharisees, and Jesus’ teachings closely resembles theirs.  They believed in the Resurrection, but most folks did not.  They mocked Jesus once with a hypothetical question: “So you believe in the resurrection?  Well, what happens when a woman has seven husbands, etc. and etc.” (See Luke 20) And Jesus conveniently dodged the question, saying that they simply did not understand the power of God.  Nor do we.  Nor did they at Jairus’ house.  So they laughed.

The sound of laughter was nothing new to Jesus’ ears.  Jesus’ own people laughed when they heard that He had come from Nazareth.  “Can anything good come out of Nazareth?” they asked.  Nazareth was the “Podunk of Galilee.” “Nowheresville,” as we might say today.  When Christianity began in the ancient Roman world, people laughed.  “From such a little insignificant country as Palestine?  You’ve got to be kidding!” There was laughter, usually tinged with scorn, at the cult of the crucified Carpenter.  There was actually an ancient piece of graffiti on a catacomb wall which showed a crucified man with a donkey’s head, and the inscription beneath: “Anaximenes worships his god.” Down through the centuries people have found that in Jesus which seemed to them laughable.  Sometimes the supposedly wise people of an age will laugh at Him.  But as Halford Luccock says in the “Interpreter’s Bible:” “It all comes down to the tremendous doctrine of the Incarnation.  If Jesus was just a poetic soul who taught a vague and foggy theism and recommended kindness and good will, then a laugh might be excused.  But if God was in Christ, reconciling the world to himself, then the last word is with him.” (New York and Nashville, Abingdon-Cokesbury Press, 1951, Vol.  7, p.  725) I side with Luccock, not with the laughers.  How about you?

William Barclay, that great Scots Biblical commentator reminds us that “Jewish mourning customs were very vivid and very detailed, and practically all of them were designed to stress the desolation and the final separation of death.” (Daily Study Bible, Phila: Westminster Press, 1956.P.  133) Most of us fail to realize that life after death was never a real part of Old Testament faith.  Even today, strictly Orthodox Jews pay little attention to it.  Barclay gives vivid details of preparations for death and burial which began even before the death had occurred.  Weeping and wailing were the order of the day.  And to ensure that the neighbors knew how deeply the mourning was felt, there were even professional mourners who were hired to weep and wail for the occasion!  The people beat their breasts, tore their hair, and “rent their garments” as the quaint phrase puts it—which doesn’t mean they went to a garment-rental store and borrowed clothes for the occasion.   It means that they tore their clothes, and there were exact prescriptions about how it was to be done.  And, for some reason, flute-players were considered essential for a funeral.  Matthew mentions them in connection with this story.

Throughout most of the ancient world, the flute was somehow inseparably connected with death and tragedy.  (I wonder how James Galway feels about that?  ) It was said that no matter how poor a man was, he was to have at least two flute-players at his wife’s funeral.  In addition, there were all sorts of rules and regulations about how families were to comport themselves after the funeral...not eating or drinking certain things, not working, etc. and etc.  One particularly poignant practice was that in the case of a young life cut off too soon (like the one in the story) if the young person had not yet been married, sort of a form of marriage service was part of the burial rites.  Bizarre!  How sad and tragic all of these customs seem to us, we who bury our loved ones with grief, but grief tempered with the Christian promise of resurrection.  As St.Paul said: We do “not grieve as those who have no hope...” (I Thess.  4:13) but that does not mean that we do not grieve.  Clement of Alexandria said long ago: “Jesus changes the sunsets of life into a sunrise.”

So, when Jesus arrived at Jairus’ house, they were already tuning up their instruments, getting ready for the funeral.  When Jesus said, “She is not dead, but merely asleep,” the professional mourners naturally laughed him to scorn.  (Perhaps because they saw their fee evaporating.) But as David Redding says: “We Christians ought to recommend that cynics laugh at Him with a little more restraint - especially since the returns of life have not all come in yet.  Suspicious as we are, no one has yet proven the gospels wrong nor given them much competition....  Let us laugh at Jesus a little less brassily lest the daughter of Jairus, the widow’s son, and Lazarus have the last laugh on us.” (Ibid., op.  157) “Taking her by the hand he said to her, ‘Talitha cumi,’ which means, ‘Little girl, I say to you, arise.’” (v.41) How did this little bit of Aramaic, the language of the “common people,” get embedded in the Gospels?  There can only be one reason.  Mark got his information from Peter.  Peter had been there.  He had been one of those chosen by our Lord to be present at the miracle.  And he could never forget Jesus’ voice of authority on the occasion.  In his mind he would hear that “Talitha cumi” all of his life!  Mark was Peter’s secretary and Peter was an eyewitness and recalled for him the actual words Jesus used.  And then what do we read?  “And he strictly charged them that no one should know this, and told them to give her something to eat.” (v.42) Two things surprise us: that Jesus should think of such a mundane little detail as feeding the poor child; and that he should tell nobody to tell about what had happened.  (Luke says that Jesus ordered food for the little girl first, and then afterwards told the disciples not to tell anyone about what had happened.) I think Luke has it right...not just because he was a physician, and that detail would be of interest to him, but because Jesus knew the real needs of children.  All of God’s children.  Did He not teach us to pray for so mundane and simple a thing as daily bread?  But then he “strictly charged them that no one should know this...” (Mark 5:43a) What?  No revival tent and sign: “Come and be healed!??” Why didn’t He erect a tent, put up a sign, go on television and broadcast to the whole world what had happened?

Well, what, exactly, did happen?  Strictly speaking, if we take Jesus’ word for it, this particular child was not dead but was, perhaps, in some deathlike coma...such as that which befell Max Hoffman 1800 years later.  But remember: it was a coma which, without Jesus’ interference, would have ended in death.  Go and read the three Gospels which relate the story, and see what you find.  They seem to be ambiguous as to the exact state of the child, but they are unanimous that faith in God’s power through Jesus Christ brought about recovery.  I am inclined to take Jesus’ plain words at face value and believe she was in a coma, and not dead.   I could never understand why over the centuries people have insisted on her being dead, when Jesus plainly said she wasn’t.  Oh, yes, I know, sometimes sleep is a metaphor for death.But I don’t think that is what occurred here.  Especially since Mark uses a Greek verb which denotes natural sleep, not one which was often used to refer to the sleep of death.  (A.M.  Hunter, SAINT MARK, London: SCM Press, 1953, p.  66) And, as usual, I tend to be more fascinated by the goings-on around the actual miraculous event, than by the event itself.  My focus this morning is on the words of Jairus:

III.  MY LITTLE DAUGHTER IS AT THE POINT OF DEATH.  COME AND LAY YOUR HANDS ON HER, SO THAT SHE MAY LIVE...  (5:23) This is a very suggestive affirmation of faith, and suggests to us the eternal truth that whatever Jesus lays His hands upon lives!  Jesus laid His hands on Peter, the big and burly Fisherman, and that blustery old devil became a leader of the apostolic band.  He laid His hands on the other disciples...and James and John, the so-called “Sons of Thunder,” who were as ambitious and freewheeling as any wall-street broker, became students of a Rabbi who taught them that the road to mastery was service.  We who are ministers have seen what happens when Jesus lays His hands on people.  Miracles happen.Oh, they don’t always happen the ways we want them to, or expect them to, or wish they would, but they do happen.  Jesus lays His hands on individuals and they become better persons.  He lays His hands on marriages and they are reborn.  He lays His hands on sorrow, trouble, and affliction, and instead of bringing death they become blessings.  This is not speculation, but an outstanding truth of Christian history, dark and mysterious, but as true and inescapable as sunlight streaming through the window on a summer morning.  The supreme example, of course, is Jesus Himself.  He laid His hands upon a cross...an instrument of cruel torture, and transformed it into a positive sign of hope.  So that we put them on our altars and worship under them.  We may not understand the cross, but we stand under it.  He laid His hands on a cross, an evil thing, and it became transformed.  It lived.  If you have ever seen the Armenian Cross, you will note that it is very different from the ones we are used to.  It is very ornate, with new life and growth springing from it in every direction.  The important thing, as we have been reminded many times, is not what the cross did to Jesus, but what Jesus did to the cross.  He transformed it, and made it a symbol of hope, of new life springing out of death. 

Who knows what might happen if Jesus were allowed to lay His hands on us?  You see, God’s usual way of working miracles is through people...people like you and me.  After all, if God could take a crucified Carpenter, raise Him from the dead, and make Him the Savior of the world, anything is possible! 

John Masefield concludes his drama, The Trial of Jesus, with a dialogue between Pilate’s wife and the centurion at the cross, followed by the appearance of Jesus Himself.  Pilate’s wife: “Do you think he is dead?” Centurion: “No, lady, I don’t.” Pilate’s wife: “Then, where is he?” Centurion: “Let loose in the world, lady, where neither Roman nor Jew can stop His truth.”

Now, I have used that dialogue several times in sermons.   I usually quote that and stop there.  But the drama goes on with Jesus saying: “Open your hearts, open your mind, If ye bind your souls, it is me ye bind; Ask of me: seek, and ye shall find.; Knock, and behold the door shall yield.  O, brothers, I make the world one kin; Open your hearts, and let me in, That the reign of my Father may begin AND THE GRAVE’S GATES BE SEALED!”

Lay your hands on us, O Lord...that we might live!

Dynamic Preaching, Collected Words, by Donald B. Strobe