A few months before I was ordained, I took a trip with some friends to London. We enjoyed the sights, shows, and experiences; but by the end of the week, we were tired of each other. We needed an afternoon apart. One friend took the “Jack the Ripper tour” (don’t ask), one caught a movie, and I decided to visit Wimbledon – tennis fan that I am.
I saw the map of the Underground and noticed Wimbledon at the end of one of the lines, so I thought it would be an easy trip. Well, those maps are schematic – that means that the distances are not actual. It took me an hour to get to the Wimbledon stop, then I had to walk three miles through the village, out of the village, before I found the All England Lawn Tennis Club. By the time I got there, I had to turn around and head home, so I spent a grand total of eight minutes at Wimbledon – but I was there!
In Mark’s gospel, whenever we find Jesus in a house we are looking at an image of the Church. Today, we find Jesus, teaching and healing in a house, with so many people gathered that there is not enough room inside – folks spill out into the streets, crowd around the door and lean through the windows. They are hungry for an encounter with Jesus – even if only to see him or hear his voice.
The paralytic man can have none of that. Even if he could walk, there was no way for him to get near the house, let alone near Jesus. He, like so many that day, would have to remain on the edges.
Enter his friends.
Moved with compassion for the man, they pick him up and take him to the house. “Well, at least we’re on the right street.”
No.
They team up and lift him and his mat to the roof of the house. “Well, at least we’re at the right house.”
No.
Defiantly, it seems, they begin to tear away the tiles of the roof and make a hole large enough for a man. “Well, at least we can see Jesus now.”
No!
The men, together, gently, carefully, lower their paralyzed friend through the hole, right to the feet of Jesus. Our Lord, “seeing their faith,” reaches out to the man, and he touches his heart: “Your sins are forgiven.” At the protest of some scribes, Jesus goes further: “Rise, pick up your mat, and go home.” A complete healing of the man – that would not have been possible had it not been for the faith of those men who brought him to Jesus.
Friends, as I said, Jesus in this home is a symbol of the Church, gathered around Christ and his teaching and activity. Today, that “house” is indeed very large – a worldwide household of faith. But where are we in this scene?
Are we crowded at the door, happy to just hear his voice?
Are we leaning in a window, catching a glimpse of the Master?
Are we out in the street, content to simply be associated with the crowd that gathered?
Or, do we go deeper than any of that?
Faith is more than a casual association of “been-there-done-that.” It’s not a series of experiences we check off a list. It’s not just saying we are this or that. It is being. What good is it to say we are Christian when we never treat others with respect? Faith calls for a relationship – with Jesus and with others.

Those men went further. They didn’t just want this paralytic to see the scene; they wanted him to encounter Christ, because they knew that was meaningful and transformative.
As vocations director, that is my challenge to you. Your faith is more than an idea that you keep to yourself or reflect on here in church. Rather, it is a way of life – a way to life – life in the full. Our vocations – what God made us to be – can only be discovered when we deepen our relationship of prayer, ask those questions of God about what He wants for our lives, and then follow that call.
It might not be easy. Nothing worthwhile is. Those men could have stopped at the crowded street, or the blocked door, but they pressed on – for the sake of their friend – and others saw the glory of God revealed through Jesus’ forgiving and healing actions.
Those called to be priests or religious do the same thing: they show people Jesus; they bring people to Jesus; they share that encounter so that others can have life. I am sure that call is happening here and now.
Sure, I’ve been to Wimbledon – but I can’t tell you a thing about it for myself. Sure, some people went to that house in Capernaum, but they didn’t really encounter Jesus. Sure, we are here today. Are we just going through the motions, or do we realize the encounter that we have through this celebration?
Maybe it’s time we raised the roof too.