24th Sunday in Ordinary Time
September  13,  2009

It wasn’t as though

the disciples had just met him,

it was two years

since they had by the sea.

 

From that first moment together

they heard him say some incredible things

and were party to

some amazing events.

 

They were there

when he asked the crowd of five thousand

to take a seat on the grass and fed them

with a handful of bread and two fish;

when he throttled the wind

and smoothed out the waves;

when he  told the young girl who others thought  dead

to stand up and run to her friends

when he opened the eyes of the boy

who, since the day of his birth,

depended on others

to describe for him  the color of rain.

 

Yes, they had seen a lot of astonishing things

and heard outlandish ones, too:

that the poor

would inherit the earth

that slaves would be kings,

that children

would share a wisdom

denied to the wise.

 

And now, today, of the crowd

that had followed him

to the hills of Philippi

from the shores of Galilee,

Jesus asked, “Who do you say that I am?”    

“Elijah, John, an unknown prophet”

“But who do you say that I am?”

It was then that Peter stepped up

as confident as a two year old

being asked

his age,

and said

loud enough for all

to hear,  “You are the Christ.”

 

Then he stepped back       

waiting for Jesus

to say, “Well done, my faithful friend.”

But the words he wished to hear

remained unspoken

and in their place

were forecasts of pain,

drastic predictions

of trials and sufferings,

rejections and scorn,

and eventual death.

Peter couldn’t take

what he heard;

he pulled Jesus

aside and scolded him for bursting

the bubble of more cures,

 large crowds,

and the imminent

approach of the kingdom

 

“Get behind me, Peter

You are thinking, like Satan,

of yourself

and not of others.

 

“Who am I?

I am the one caught in sin

and about to be stoned;

the man by the wayside

and left in a ditch

to die all alone;

the woman who

can’t stand up straight

and is  shunned by her neighbors;

the ten on the roadside

ringing their bells

to warn of their coming.

 

“That’s who I am.

As I’ve told you before,

 in the eyes of each other

you see only me.”