by Sharon Marr, channelling a Debie Thomas essay
(Based on Luke 18:1-8; Gen 32:22-31; 2 Tim 3:14–4:5)
In this week’s Gospel reading, Debie Thomas (of Journey with Jesus) recounts how Jesus tells a parable about a bothersome widow who seeks justice against her oppressor. Day after day, the judge refuses to help her. But she persists, tirelessly bothering the judge until he’s sick of her very presence: “I will grant her justice,” he says to himself, “so that she may not wear me out. (In the Greek, “so that she won’t give me a black eye”! Don’t you love that? These are the gems you get when you dig a little deeper sometimes.)
“At the outset,” writes Debie, “the Gospel writer tells us that Jesus’s parable is about ‘the need to pray always and not lose heart.’ But this is troubling. Are we really supposed to harass God until we wear him down? Is that what prayer is — bothering a hard-hearted God until he gives in? When I receive an answer to prayer, is it only because God is sick to death of hearing my voice, and wants me to shut up?
“In case we’re inclined to think of God as the unjust judge, Jesus explains that the parable works by way of contrast: Unlike the heartless judge in the story, God ‘will quickly grant justice’ to those who cry out to him.
“But this explanation raises troubling questions, too, because our lived experiences contradict it. Too often, God does delay, and our most fervent prayers — for healing, for justice, for protection, for peace — go unanswered. Too often, our struggles with prayer lead us to experience God very much as the judge, turned away from the urgency of our requests for reasons we can’t begin to fathom.
“So what are we to make of this parable? Well, for starters, I wonder if the story is less about God, and more about us. I wonder if it’s about the state of our hearts, and about the motivations behind our prayers. Maybe what’s at stake is not who God is and how God operates in the world but who we are, and why we need so desperately to be people of persistent prayer.
“The parable begins with an exhortation not to lose heart. What does this mean? What does it look like to ‘lose heart’ in our spiritual lives? The words that come to mind are weariness, resignation, numbness, and despair. When I lose heart, I lose my sense of focus and direction. I lose clarity, and begin to doubt God’s intentions. I get irritable and cynical very quickly. My spiritual GPS goes haywire, and all roads lead to nowhere.
“In contrast, the widow in Jesus’s parable is the very picture of purposefulness, precision, aliveness, and clarity. She knows her need, she knows its urgency, and she knows exactly where to go and whom to ask in order to get her need met. If anything, the daily business of getting up, getting dressed, heading over to the judge’s house or workplace, banging on his door, and talking his ear off until he listens fortifies her own sense of who she is and what she’s about.”
She is persistent. I remember a story my grandmother Bebe told. As a child she was one of seven, and food was not under any circumstances to be wasted. One breakfast, her younger brother said to his mother, “Do I have to eat this egg?” Their mother quickly retorted, “That’s enough of that. Eat it up” … and then probably mentioned the starving millions in the world.
“But Mum,” he said … and she responded sharply, “Eat it up and eat it now”.
And an angry glare was given. … Silence …
Then his small voice said, “But do I have to eat the feathers?”
Persistence on his part paid off, and the egg was removed.
“What happens when we pray like the widow?” Debie asks.
Then answers, “I can only speak from experience, but I know that when I persist in prayer — really persist, with a full heart, over a long period of time — something happens … to me. My sense of who I am, to whom I belong and what really matters in this life. My heart grows stronger. It becomes less fragile and flighty. And sometimes — here’s the biggest surprise — these good things happen even when I don’t receive the answer I’m praying for.”
And maybe I am learning what it is to live in ‘your will be done’, and trust Him.
“I don’t mean for a moment to suggest that unanswered prayer doesn’t take a toll. It does. It hurts and it baffles. Sometimes it breaks my heart. But maybe that’s the point of the parable, too: the work of prayer is hard. The widow’s predicament is not straightforward; she has to make a costly choice every single day. Will I keep asking? Can I be patient? Am I still capable of trusting in the possibility of justice?
“Prayer is, finally, a great mystery. We can’t know — it’s not given to us to know — why some prayers are answered quickly and many others are not. We can’t understand why our earnest pleas for justice (or healing, or peace) hit the wall of God’s silence and sometimes remain there for weeks, months, years, or lifetimes. And yet, from the heart of this bewildering mystery, Jesus asks, ‘Will I find faith on the earth?’ Which is to say, will I find men and women like the bothersome widow? Will I find such ferocity? Such tenacity? Such fortitude?
“The widow’s only power in this story is the power of showing up. The power of sheer grit. But the story suggests that this power is not to be taken lightly. Which is to say, prayer is not to be taken lightly. We can’t always know what gets shaken, transformed, upended, or vindicated simply because we show up again and again in prayer.
“Not coincidentally, all of our lectionary readings this week are about persistence. The widow persists in her belief that good things will come to her, even when the odds look wretched. Jacob, wrestling the angel in total darkness, persists until the blessing of a new name and a new future are granted to him. The writer of 2 Timothy encourages persistence again and again, “whether the time is favourable or unfavourable.” And the psalmist reminds himself — and us — that the reason we can be persistent is … because God is. Our persistence can never be in vain, because it is rooted in God’s.
“What all of these readings suggest to me is that God delights in those who dare to strive with him. To contend with him. To wrestle with him. Wrestling, as it turns out, is not a bad or even a scary thing, because it’s the opposite of apathy, the opposite of resignation. It’s even the opposite of loneliness. To fight with God — to show up day after day in prayer, to wrestle with our resistance in the darkest hours of the night — is to stay close, to keep our arms wrapped tight around the one who alone can bless us. Fighting means we haven’t walked away.
“When the Son of Man comes, Jesus asks at the end of the parable, will he find faith on the earth? Faith that persists, faith that contends, faith that wrestles? This is the question that matters. Will he find such faith in us?”