I
went to a public high school in Hawaii back in the late 1980’s, and the social
group I hung around with had more than its share of young cynics. For some reason, it was cool to be morose,
and one of my buddies was fond of responding to anyone’s account of some
problem or difficulty that they were facing with the lovely couplet, “Well,
life s***ks, then you die.” At the time,
we thought it was amusing, a kind of gallows humor, but in hindsight I regret
showing any approval for such expressions of pessimism. Life is difficult, but it neither helps nor
is it virtuous to utter expressions of stoic fatalism. The true virtue, the true courage, is to
maintain hope (and also love, and joy) in the face of what can sometimes look
and feel like an ocean of darkness.
This
Sunday’s Readings raise the problem of the great sorrows of life, the reverses,
difficulties, and especially illnesses that can seem to sap life of all joy. Yet
in the Gospel, Jesus travels through Galilee relieving the ills and oppressions
which have reduced so many to a life of “drudgery.” The Readings leave us to ponder: how is it
that even today, Jesus still comes to us to heal our broken-heartedness,
restoring joy and hope?
The
First Reading is from the Book of Job: