“Then they came to Capernaum, and when he (Jesus) was in the house he asked them, “What were you arguing about on the way?” But they were silent, for on the way they had argued with one another who was the greatest. (Mark 9:33-34, NRSV)
The chaos and tragedy of Hurricanes Helene and Milton have startled us. We’ve seen scenes of stranded people, houses being toppled, and communities being changed in a matter of minutes. The number of volunteers who have appeared on the scene has been gratifying, as folk who have no connections have offered assistance to the suffering. The amount of aid that has poured in gives us a sense of hope about the generosity of our fellow man.
Interestingly, in the midst of the care, several battles have surfaced that hint at territorial rights, like who is allowed to offer their assistance unconnected to an organization and who gets the credit. It’s reminiscent of the number of casseroles that appear at the home of the bereaved and the side conversations about whose was the best.
It’s also an oft-repeated story that mirrors the conversation that Jesus’s disciples had as they walking on the road to Capernaum. The gospel of Mark tells us they were arguing about who of them was the greatest. They were all disciples, but some of them seemed intent on proving they were on a different disciple-level than the others. When Jesus asked them what they were arguing about, there was silence. No one wanted to fess up to the topic of discussion. Jesus knew. He didn’t need to be told, and no one was telling him.
They were just like us!
Each of us has a craving for recognition. Charitable organizations have discovered that, so they create systems to give extra pats on the backs for levels of giving. There’s the Platinum Club, Gold Club, Silver Club, President’s Club, Distinguished Giving Club, Holy Cow Club, and Emerald Club. Organizations understand that they need to keep givers giving. I’ve received certificates from different organizations with a nice gold seal in the corner, telling me how awesome I am. It makes me feel good while creating the potential for me to lose sight of why I contributed in the first place.
The destruction of the recent storms has, excuse the comparison, blown away the sentimental surface and revealed layers of jealousy and hardened hearts.
Meanwhile, a number of ravished folk have become pawns in a game about power and prestige. They couldn’t care less about the name on the truck or the person carrying boxes of supplies. They just need clean water, food, shelter, and clothing. Their world has been turned upside-down. When that happens, it’s hard to read the name on the side of the vehicle no matter how large the letters are.
Words from WW Blog 