Sermon: “Into the Woods” (Mark 9:14-28)
On Friday night, Liz, Emily and I went to go see older daughter Grace perform in the school play, which was the Sondheim musical, “Into the Woods.”
Have you heard of it? Anybody seen it?
Proud dad stuff aside – mostly – it was a great show.
The thing about Stephen Sondheim musicals is that there’s always an ironic twist to them.
For example, there’s one where the music starts out very sad and gets happier and happier as the show goes along.
That sounds great, right?
The only problem is that it begins at the end and goes on to tell the whole story in reverse order—so instead of telling us about someone triumphing over adversity, the whole thing is about how, in this case, adversity wins, with the hero of the story getting less clear about that as the show goes on, while for the audience, it gets painfully more and more clear.
That’s Sondheim.
So when I tell you that the show we saw last night, “Into the Woods,” is his take on classic fairy tales, well…you might guess how he would run with that.
There are a lot of really interesting moments I could tell you about, but I’ll focus on just one idea that I took away from it.
I want to talk a bit about what he’s getting at with this idea of “the woods.”
Obviously, the whole idea of going “into the woods” is classic fairy tale stuff.
Little Red Riding Hood does, of course – you probably remember that story.
But a bunch of other characters also do – Cinderella, Jack of Beanstalk fame, a baker and his wife.
Each of them harbors some version of a very human wish: for example: a wish for love, for an end to their poverty, or for a child.
And through one set of circumstances or another, each of the characters has to leave the safe, comfortable, well-known world of the village and go into the dark, confusing, and perhaps dangerous woods to realize their wish.
A lot of stories go like this, right?
This is where the twist comes in.
Because slowly but surely, the characters all get what they’ve wished for, which is great.
Great happiness ensues.
There’s only one problem.
It’s just the end of Act I.
And this is where the story gets much deeper.
Because when Act II begins, some time has gone by.
Several months…maybe a year.
It isn’t too long after all the main characters’ wishes have come true…and yet already, one by one, they realize that they haven’t stopped wishing.
Wishing doesn’t end.
New hopes pull at our hearts.
Restlessness can set in, sometimes quite abruptly and earlier than we might ever expect.
New challenges need facing.
For Sondheim, love and happiness are more elusive than fairy tales suggest, and true loyalty and friendship harder to come by and far more surprising than we could ever believe…until we find ourselves in the woods.
The average fairy tale is far too neat when it comes to the messiness of life.
When it comes to the human predicament, he’s not going to let even a fairy tale pull its punches.
As he sees it, life doesn’t send us out “into the woods” just once, or only by our own choice.
One way or another, we find ourselves out there many times.
You get the idea.
You can also understand why some audiences find this pretty gloomy.
But if you ask me, I don’t think Sondheim is trying to be gloomy.
He’s just unusually honest about the things that can make life so hard and so beautiful.
If we wonder why attributes like wisdom, character, and solidarity are not only so important, but also somewhat more rare than they ought to be, and so hard won, even for the best of us – well, Sondheim would gesture toward the woods.
The truths we find out there never fail to surprise us.
II.
Our Gospel reading this morning is the story of a healing.
It comes from Mark’s gospel.
In fact, it’s the story right after Jesus comes down from the mountain where he is transfigured before Peter and two of the others—when the narrative begins to point toward Jerusalem and Holy Week.
The other disciples have been busy in his absence, trying to offer healing and preaching in the same spirit as Jesus, but without much success.
As far as the preaching goes, they are getting shouted down by the skeptics.
Their lack of success in healing a boy who has been possessed by a demon surely is not helping to convince anyone, either.
The whole scene seems tense and chaotic.
What really makes this story different than so many other accounts of exorcisms and healings are the words of the boy’s father.
Jesus arrives and takes in what’s happening, and at first, his response has a kind of “o ye of little faith” quality.
This is directed at the father but isn’t meant just for him, by any means.
The father pleads with him, saying “If you can do anything, take pity on us and help us.”
Jesus responds, “ ‘If you can’? Everything is possible for one who believes.”
But then the father says something that nobody else has said to Jesus before.
He says, “Lord, I believe; help thou mine unbelief.”
“I do believe; help me overcome my unbelief.”
He comes before Jesus in profound desperation, and yet also with total honesty.
Because the messiness of life has sent him into the woods.
The obvious answers have not solved his problems.
His son isn’t just a sick kid—his son is sick in a way that would have scared other kids, and not just them.
He’s sick in a way that would have prompted neighbors to keep their distance, that would have drained the resources and tested the resilience of a family, maybe even broken a marriage.
The gospel writer Mark makes clear that it’s been this way for years.
Who wouldn’t find themselves wishing for something else at some point?
How could you blame someone else for wishing?
They’ve been wandering in the woods, confronting all these sad realities for years.
That’s just to say that, by this point, the easy pieties and wishful thinking are long gone.
What’s left is utter honesty.
What’s left is that, when the father comes to Jesus, he still says “us”: “take pity on us,” he says, “help us.”
Whoever else has fallen away, and however it is that came to pass, he has not fallen away.
Wherever they need to go in hope of healing, he’ll find a way to get them there.
Because, by God, somehow, he still believes in that.
Against the long litany of all the things that father has learned he can’t believe in…must not believe in…there’s one thing he mostly still does—mostly, he still believes that with God, all things are possible.
The woods have taken so much away.
But somehow, by and large, they have left him with that.
And he’s not afraid to name the truth that his heart is full of both.
That’s the testimony that he steps up and lays right at the feet of Jesus.
And Jesus immediately turns to the boy and heals him.
III.
There are a lot of ways to talk about faith.
Throughout its history, the church has reflected at length about what faith oughtto be, and it has gone on to describe that in a range of ways, each of which names something important for us to hold onto.
Our Scripture this morning comes at this differently.
It’s saying that faith is what has the power to abide when all the easier pieties and the lesser loves end up falling away.
It’s what keeps going when we’ve long since abandoned any worldly notion of perfection.
It’s what we learn when life sends us out into the woods.
On the further shore of our initial disillusionment, there is the call to seek a life beyond illusion, and in the believing and the unbelieving, the learning and the loving, to know first-hand the healing of God.
May it be so.
Amen.