Luke 8:26-39 | Psalm 38
What a story…
There’s a lot to consider about Jesus’ interaction with the Legion demons and the man they tormented. In these days, the man’s social location seems to jump out. His life was relegated to living among the dead. He had no clothes. And he had no home.
The possession and re-possession by the many demons is interesting. Why him…over and over again? Why would they continue to come back to him and not some other persons? It makes one think about some things that plague some people today: why can some drink alcohol responsibly and others cannot? Why do only certain five year olds get cancer and die? How is it that someone in the wrong place at the wrong time would be killed in a car wreck and not someone else?
Humans tend to try and make explanations for all these such things. The idea of culpability is strong in a world trying to be just on its own. Who knows…perhaps this man from Gergesa had done something initially that prompted these demons to take over his life.
Perhaps.
But it certainly doesn’t play a role whatsoever in Jesus’ decision to interact with him and heal him.
Jesus just did it.
Luke 8:26-39
Jesus and his disciples sailed to the Gerasenes’ land, which is across the lake from Galilee. As soon as Jesus got out of the boat, a certain man met him. The man was from the city and was possessed by demons. For a long time, he had lived among the tombs, naked and homeless. When he saw Jesus, he shrieked and fell down before him. Then he shouted, “What have you to do with me, Jesus, Son of the Most High God? I beg you, don’t torture me!” He said this because Jesus had already commanded the unclean spirit to come out of the man. Many times it had taken possession of him, so he would be bound with leg irons and chains and placed under guard. But he would break his restraints, and the demon would force him into the wilderness.
Jesus asked him, “What is your name?”
“Legion,” he replied, because many demons had entered him. They pleaded with him not to order them to go back into the abyss. A large herd of pigs was feeding on the hillside. The demons begged Jesus to let them go into the pigs. Jesus gave them permission, and the demons left the man and entered the pigs. The herd rushed down the cliff into the lake and drowned.
When those who tended the pigs saw what happened, they ran away and told the story in the city and in the countryside. People came to see what had happened. They came to Jesus and found the man from whom the demons had gone. He was sitting at Jesus’ feet, fully dressed and completely sane. They were filled with awe. Those people who had actually seen what had happened told them how the demon-possessed man had been delivered. Then everyone gathered from the region of the Gerasenes asked Jesus to leave their area because they were overcome with fear. So he got into the boat and returned across the lake. The man from whom the demons had gone begged to come along with Jesus as one of his disciples. Jesus sent him away, saying, “Return home and tell the story of what God has done for you.” So he went throughout the city proclaiming what Jesus had done for him.
Psalm 38
Please, Lord, don’t punish me when you are mad;
don’t discipline me when you are furious.
Your arrows have pierced me;
your fist has come down hard on me.
There’s nothing in my body that isn’t broken
because of your rage;
there’s no health in my bones
because of my sin.
My wrongdoings are stacked higher than my head;
they are a weight that’s way too heavy for me.
My wounds reek; they are all infected
because of my stupidity.
I am hunched over, completely down;
I wander around all day long, sad.
My insides are burning up;
there’s nothing in my body that isn’t broken.
I’m worn out, completely crushed;
I groan because of my miserable heart.
Everything I long for is laid out before you, my Lord;
my sighs aren’t hidden from you.
My heart pounds; my strength abandons me.
Even the light of my eyes is gone.
My loved ones and friends keep their distance
from me in my sickness;
those who were near me now stay far away.
Those who want me dead lay traps;
those who want me harmed utter threats,
muttering lies all day long.
But I’m like someone who is deaf,
who can’t hear;
like someone who can’t speak,
whose mouth won’t open.
I’ve become like a person
who doesn’t hear what is being said,
whose mouth has no good comeback.
But I wait for you, Lord!
You will answer, my Lord, my God!
Because I prayed:
“Don’t let them celebrate over me
or exalt themselves over me when my foot slips,”
because I’m very close to falling,
and my pain is always with me.
Yes, I confess my wrongdoing;
I’m worried about my sin.
But my mortal enemies are so strong;
those who hate me for no reason seem countless.
Those who give, repay good with evil;
they oppose me for pursuing good.
Don’t leave me all alone, Lord!
Please, my God, don’t be far from me!
Come quickly and help me,
my Lord, my salvation!
Prayer
God,
Heal the world. Heal the people of the world. Heal those who are seemingly beyond help.
If you’d so empower me, I’d love to take a role in such work. Lead me.
By your spirit & in Christ,
Amen.
Luke 13:1-8