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10 Pentecost - Luke 13:10-17


Eighteen years ago, the church was packed.

It was the Sunday after Nine Eleven, and people came to worship in droves.

They stopped coming almost as quickly; attendance, which had been declining before the

attacks, returned to normal trends within a few weeks.

The shock wore off, life for many people returned to something close enough to normal,

and the need for God or comfort or religion or assurances or whatever the crowds

were seeking was either unmet or faded away.


Maybe it got redirected to military action or economic patriotism.

The church and its leaders began to wonder and argue about what they did wrong

while the world moved on to other places and priorities.

The decline has continued, and so has the church's navel gazing and worry.

The woman crippled by a satanic spirit and bent over for eighteen years looks an

awful lot like today's American church.


She hears Jesus, but does not see him.

Her field of vision, her view of the world is downcast and limited.

She remembers younger days when it was so much easier.

She steps carefully in a world that doesn't seem to care about her.

She keeps returning to the synagogue, keeps attending to worship and teaching, keeps

listening and engaging and trying, keeps making appearances.


But she seems to be bent over with a burden she cannot shake, quite unable to stand up

straight and face a world that has changed so drastically in only eighteen years.

She is out of date, out of touch, out of style, and running out of energy.

She is getting older, moving slower, adjusting to her new reality that is not so new

any more.


She feels like her hands are tied, maybe to the past, maybe to debt or decaying property,

maybe to doctrine or traditions that no longer make sense, maybe to the demands

of wealthy families keeping her afloat, maybe to all of the above or more.

Her memories don't match her observation, and it takes more effort to accomplish less,

and sometimes she sags under the weight of it all, a crippled spirit, a shackled

soul.


It's not for lack of trying that she is in this condition; she simply cannot heal herself.

She is quite unable to stand up straight.

And she keeps faithfully showing up.


Jesus sees her and calls her forward.

Church, you are set free from your ailment, he says, sabbath after sabbath.

Whatever is holding you down is no match for the Lord who lifts you up.

Untwist your frame and uncork your voice.

Face the world and sing your praises and tell your story.


Look all around you at all the other fa