Luke 10:1-11, 16-20
Well, it has happened again—it seems like we’ve all made it through another 4th of July with all of our toes and fingers still attached to our hands and feet, and with both eyeballs firmly stuck in their sockets. Our bodies seem as whole, more or less, as before the war zone that is our neighborhood for one night of the year. Can the same be said about our body politic as our bodies? It’s hard to say which appendages of democracy will still work after this car crash is over. What about the body of Christ? Well, at least we know that the body of Christ, as the disciples saw it, is a wounded body, a riven side, marked hands, showing up unbidden in hidden rooms, in disguise on the road, and in the sunrise as tired men look back the beach. The body of Christ is known by the words it speaks: Peace be with you, let me explain the scriptures and break the bread, have some breakfast, do you love me? I suppose that is true of the church, which we say is also the body of Christ. It is also known by what it preaches and what it practices: peace be with you, let’s study the Scriptures together, here’s some food, can we love each other? Isn’t that a question for our times: can we love each other?