Luke 7:36-50
Sermon by Rev. Caela Simmons Wood
February 16, 2025
The other table guests began to say among themselves, “Who is this person that even forgives sins?”
Jesus said to the woman, “Your faith has saved you. Go in peace.”
Sometimes I think that we’ve all gotten so comfortable with Jesus - so used to his miracles and funny little stories and extravagant love - that we forget to ask some really important questions. Questions like “Who IS this person that even forgives sins?”
There’s a high-falutin’ seminary-learnin’ word for the answer to that question: what we believe about Jesus is our Christology.
Not that we all have to have the same one. I’m pretty sure that if we took a detailed quiz about Jesus we’d discover a diversity of beliefs about among us. And that’s just fine. One of the things I love about our tradition is that we don’t all have to believe the same thing to belong here. We just have to want to be on the journey together.
Over the years, I’ve come to believe that following Jesus is less about what we believe and more about how we are trying to live. Christianity is a religion of transformation – it’s an experience of the holy that changes us and invites and empowers us to live in new ways.
That transformation piece - that renewal that happens in us when we follow in the Way of Jesus - is at the very heart of what it means to be Christian. You can see that played out in dramatic fashion in today’s passage from Luke’s gospel. This unnamed woman is so moved by an encounter with Jesus that she kneels at his feet during a dinner party - weeping openly. We aren’t told the details but we can see that something significant is happening in her life. A transformation is taking place.
Who is this person that makes grown adults weep openly in public? Who is this person who forgives sins?
The transformation we see in this story - the epic shift that is taking place for this woman - has a fancy theological word, too: salvation.
But before you put this whole story in a neat little box, let’s unpack that concept a bit, shall we? Because salvation in the Christian tradition is much bigger than some kind of magical-nothing-but-the-blood thing. And it’s even bigger than the what-happens-after-we-die thing, too.
By the time I learned about “salvation” as a Protestant child in the U.S. in the late 20th century in Sunday School, the version I got was definitely about going to heaven and it was definitely all about Jesus’s death on the cross. But it turns out that for the first several centuries of Christianity people understood it as much broader and deeper than that.
Luckily for us, some theologians continue to hold onto this bigger understanding of salvation. Like Lutheran Bible scholar Marcus Borg, who, like the early Christians, understood salvation as a multifaceted gift. [1] Salvation has that same root as the word salve - it’s a healing balm. And Borg points out that it doesn’t look the same from person to person or moment to moment. If you are captive, he says, salvation looks like freedom. If you’re sick or hurt, salvation looks like healing. If you’re in exile, salvation may look like return. If…….well….maybe a story would be better:
In Kent Haruf’s Plainsong trilogy there is a teenage girl named Victoria Robideaux. Seventeen and pregnant, she’s kicked out of her mother’s home and taken in by a school teacher. Eventually the teacher arranges for her to stay with the McPherons: two elderly bachelor brothers who live 17 miles south of town. The three slowly become an unlikely family and near the end of the first book, Victoria welcomes a daughter, expanding the family to four.
At the beginning of the second novel, Victoria is 19 and headed to college with her now-two-year-old daughter. The McPherons drive her to Fort Collins to drop her off at school and she gets some strange looks from another college girl who wonders aloud if the men are her grandfathers. No. Uncles? Also, no.
“What about her daddy then? Is he coming too?” [the girl asked.]
Victoria looked at her. Do you always ask so many questions?
I’m just trying to make friends. I wouldn’t pry or be rude.
We’re not related that way, Victoria said. They saved me two years ago when I needed help so badly. That’s why they’re here.
They’re preachers, you mean.
No. They’re not preachers. But they did save me. I don’t know what I would’ve done without them. And nobody better say a word against them. [1]
If you’re a pregnant seventeen year old whose mother has kicked her out, salvation may just look like two old ranchers who put a roof over your head and become family.
We don’t know what, exactly, salvation looked like for the woman at the dinner party with Jesus. We’ve given very few details about her life. We can surmise that she must have encountered Jesus sometime before this meal because he’s already had a profound effect on her life. We are told that she’s “a sinner” but that could mean almost anything. We deduce that her presence and effluence of emotion made the host uncomfortable.
But we don’t know the details of what, exactly, is saving her life.
And so we are invited to wonder along with the other dinner guests: “Who is this person that even forgives sins? That saves?”
Sometimes I think that we’ve all gotten so comfortable with Jesus - so used to his miracles and funny little stories and extravagant love - that we forget Christ’s power to save.
And we forget that this Christ-force - this gift of liberation, healing, reconciliation and love - is still surging all around us - even now.
You don’t have to go far to find it.
If you come into the church building early in the morning, you’ll run into some of the volunteers from the Center of Hope. Many of them volunteer because they’re trying to live like Jesus. And some of them volunteer because they, too, have been unhoused and have stayed in shelters just like the one they’re now running. Their mission is simple: to ensure every person who crosses their threshold lives to see “one more day.” When you’re living from day to day, salvation looks like seeing one more sunrise and having a chance at one more day.
And it’s not just the volunteers who channeling Jesus’s life-saving love: because I’ve seen the joy and love and laughter that flows so easily in the kitchen lobby every evening. The guests are showering that healing, easy, life-changing love right back on the volunteers, too. There is reciprocity in the love shared at Center of Hope. Salvation there is a two way street.
I saw salvation in Topeka this past week when over 20 people showed up to offer testimony against a hateful bill that would force teachers to call kids by only the names and pronouns on their birth certificates. I was particularly moved by the educators who stood firmly on the side of love and said that teachers will call their students whatever those students ask to be called. Whether it’s Khadijah or Olivia or Ash or Noah or José or Pookiebear. Sometimes salvation looks like a trusted adult seeing you and affirming who you are.
You may or may not have noticed a salvation story on display during the Super Bowl last week. If you’re not fluent in the language and culture of hip hop, it may have whizzed right past you. But if you haven’t had a chance to hear the voices of people who DO speak the language, I encourage you to go seek them out. Because many saw salvation represented in the art that Kendrick Lamar shared at halftime. Lamar lifted up the story of generations of Black Americans seeking liberation and dignity amidst the horrors of a culture steeped in white supremacy. A culture that has too often sought to devalue and demean rather than respect and affirm. And so, when an artist tells just a small part of that story of perseverance and strength on a big stage? Well, this too is a part of the deep, wide, unstoppable, free-flowing story of salvation. Because sometimes salvation looks like getting free, celebrating that freedom, and inviting others to do the same.
The gift of one more day.
Being seen and affirmed for who you are.
Getting free, celebrating that freedom, and inviting others to join you.
Salvation is a salve – a healing balm, a cure for what ails us. If we are poor, it is the provision of basic needs. If we are held captive, it is a release from captivity. If we are being oppressed, it is liberation.
We may not know this unnamed woman’s full story, but there are still stories of salvation all around us. Are we paying attention? Are we celebrating the gifts being poured out even now?
Because God isn’t finished saving the world just yet. The light that Jesus pointed to all those centuries ago still shines brightly. As long as there are people who are sick, or poor, or trapped, or abused, or oppressed, or silenced, or addicted, or hurt, the Christ force is still at work.
Thanks be to God.
NOTES
[1] Borg, Marcus. The Heart of Christianity (and elsewhere - it’s a recurring theme for him).
[2] Haruf, Kent. Eventide, 14-15.