Sermon: Attitude of Gratitude

Given on 12th October 2025 at St Mary’s Church (Iffley, Rose Hill, Donnington)
Luke 17. 11-19

One of the games I remember playing as a child, that we played when our children were little was Happy Families (we still play it sometimes!).

The traditional Woodland version (unquestionably the best version) has families of animals – moles, mice, hedgehogs, shrews and they are they are shuffled and mixed up and you have to bring the families together by asking each other if they have Mr, Mrs, Miss or Master shrew, hedgehog etc.

The twist to our family games is that if when you are given the card you didn’t say thank you, you had to hand it back again. This meant that your competitor knew what cards you had and so you then invariably lost the game.

Woodland Happy Families

It was a very clever way of teaching us a lesson in manners and in learning the importance of saying thank you.

Thank you.

The first phrase most of us were taught as children. We have been drilled into us the importance of saying our p’s and q’s – (please and thank you’s) – I bet every single one of you said thank you when given an order of service when you arrived. It’s an automatic response and so we don’t often think about it very much.  

In our Gospel reading we heard the story of the thankful leper. It could be read as a moral tale about the politeness of one leper over and above the other nine, seemingly rude lepers who don’t bother to say thank you to Jesus who had brought about their healing.

“Were not ten made clean? But the other nine, where are they?“

We could read it as Jesus being rather like the grandparent being a bit affronted that they haven’t received a thank you letter three weeks after Christmas.

But this is not a story about the polite leper. It is not a moral tale about the importance of being a good citizen.

Let’s look at the passage.

The Cleansing of the Ten Lepers, c. 1035-1040, Codex Aureus Epternacensis (Wikipedia Commons)

Jesus is on a journey towards Jerusalem and as he goes on his way he is confronted by ten people with a skin disease. The bible gives them the generic term ‘leprosy’, but this wasn’t what we understand that to be now ‘Hansen’s disease’ – it was a term that covered a whole range of skin diseases.

These conditions were considered impure by Jewish law and so these people were outcasts from society, separated from family, unable to go to the temple to worship.

These 10 lepers kept themselves apart (as was lawful) and so when they saw Jesus they cried out to him from a distance.

“Jesus, Master, have mercy on us”

We often read this and think that the lepers here were asking for Jesus to heal them. They weren’t. They would have had no expectation that they would ever be cured from the disease. In the New Testament Lepers are not healed, but made clean. It is an important distinction. There was no understanding of healing for leprosy. You either had it, or you didn’t. If you had it, then you lived as if you were dead. It’s why lepers often lived in the tombs or in the uninhabited parts of cities. If you didn’t have it, then only Priest could declare you clean and you could enter back to society.

The lepers who cried out to Jesus weren’t asking him to heal them. They were asking for mercy. For kindness. They saw in Jesus someone who might be kind to them, even though they were outcast, feared, sick, alone.

And Jesus sees them, and tells them to go back to their community, to go and show themselves to the priests. (Note: did they feel dismissed by Jesus at this point I wonder?).

And as they do as Jesus says, they are made clean. They are restored from living as if they were dead, to being fully human again – with family, community, companionship.

We don’t get to know what happened to the nine lepers. They do just as Jesus asks of them.

But one leper seems to be aware of the magnitude of the kindness he had experienced that he turns back to Jesus – “He prostrated himself at Jesus’feet and thanked him”.

“And he was a Samaritan”. Samaritans were the outsiders and so this man was the outside of the outsiders. Perhaps this is why he was so thankful – because he knew so deeply what Jesus had done for him.

And in turning back to Jesus in thanks he is told that:

 ‘your faith has made you well’.

‘Made well’ in Greek is – σῴζω (pronounced sod-zo) – it can be translated as “made well,” in the sense of being healed. But it can also be translated as “saved,” in the sense of being brought through mortal danger. And it can be translated as “made whole,” in the sense of being completed and made to be what you were meant to be all along.

The Samaritan is ‘sodzo’. He’s blessed by being made clean and then when he turns to Jesus to give thanks he’s blessed again: he has been physically healed, but more than that – he has been made whole, he’s come back from the dead, he’s fully alive again. And he can’t help but respond in thanks.

Thanksgiving is such an integral part of the Christian life. Not just politeness, but recognising all we have is gift. Not just in the good times. The psalms are full of prayers of thanksgiving in the midst of troubles and difficulties.

I’d like to tell you the story of a Lutheran pastor named Martin Rinkart

Rinkart served in the German city of Eilenburg during the horrors of the Thirty Years’ War — a time of violence, famine, and plague. In 1637, when the plague swept through the city, he was the only surviving pastor left. That year alone, he conducted over 4,000 funerals, sometimes fifty a day — including the burial of his own wife.

Martin Rinkart (1586–1649)

And yet, in the midst of such sorrow, he wrote the hymn “Nun danket alle Gott” (Now thank we all our God) that we still sing today:

Now thank we all our God,
With heart and hands and voices,
Who wondrous things hath done,
In whom His world rejoices;
Who from our mother’s arms
Hath blessed us on our way
With countless gifts of love,
And still is ours today.

Rinkart’s thanksgiving was not naïve. It was defiant faith.
Like the healed leper, he turned back in gratitude — not because life was easy, but because God was still good.

We are not, I hope, going through anything like as grim as the plague in C17th Germany but we do go through times of struggle and hardship. Can we develop lives that have thankfulness at it’s core – an ‘attitude of gratitude’?

Not just because this is known to be good for us, but because it helps to make us more whole.

Social researcher Brene Brown found in her study of people who lived what she calls ‘whole hearted lives’ that:

“without exception, every person I interviewed who described living a joyful life or described themselves as joyful actively practiced gratitude and thanksgiving”[1]
She goes on to say:

“It’s not joy that makes us grateful; it’s gratitude that makes us joyful”.

So let’s embed gratitude into our lives.

Imagine you hare having a meal given by a great friend. Everyone enjoying each others’ company, when there is a pause and someone decides to toast the person who provided the meal and thanks them for all they’ve done to support them over the year. It changes everything doesn’t it. It makes that other person feel seen and valued.

Let’s do this this week. Not just being polite, but really thankful. Find someone we are really grateful for and let them know. Tell them, write them a card, call them on the phone. I assure you it will bring you, and them, joy.

And let us be thankful to God for all the blessings we have in our lives. 

We are about to come to the Eucharist meal in just a moment. Eucharist means thanksgiving. When we come to this table we are not just saying ‘thank you’, we are living it.

The Eucharist reorients our lives towards Jesus again. As we share in this thanksgiving meal we, like the thankful leper, are turning towards healing, wholeness and sodza.

End with the words of the hymn:

Now thank we all our God,
With heart and hands and voices,
Who wondrous things hath done,
In whom His world rejoices;

Amen


[1] Brene Brown, Gifts of Imperfection

Sermon: The Good Samaritan

Trinity 4C – 13.7.2025
Deuteronomy 30. 9-14; Luke 10. 25-37

All Saints Church, Bracknell Road, Ascot, Berks – Wall painting (Wiki Commons)

I read that parables are meant to ‘comfort the afflicted and to afflict the comfortable’. (1) The trouble with parables like the one we’ve just read is that we have heard it so many times that it’s hard to hear it afresh and hear what God might be saying to us today.

The Parable of the Good Samaritan is probably the most well-known of them all. Most of us can’t remember a time when he hadn’t heard the story. And of course even the word Samaritan now conjures up the image of someone you can call up in a time of crisis.

Just yesterday a friend of mine visited our house and she was in a wheelchair and was struggling to get to the house from her car and a couple of tourists helped her. She told me she’d met a couple of ‘Good Samaritans’.

The trouble with this parable is that we all know what it means already, or perhaps we all think we know what it means. We should be nice, kind people like the Samaritan, and help others in need, and we should not be people who cross the road on the other side like the priest and the Levite.

I’m going to be bold here and I’m going to assert this morning that the parable of the Good Samaritan might not be what you think it is – a story about how we should help others. Instead we’re going to think about what in this parable might ‘afflict’ us alongside the more ‘comfortable’ message

Luke tells us that Jesus was approached by a lawyer, who sought to test him asking ‘what must I do to inherit eternal life’ (v.25). This kind of debating was common in their culture – it was a way of honing ideas and sharpening understanding – it wasn’t necessarily a negative thing. 

Jesus doesn’t answer the question but asks the lawyer what he thinks. He draws from the Shema (the law), correctly quoting Deuteronomy and Leviticus: ‘you shall love the lord your God with all your heart, mind, soul and strength, and love your neighbour as yourself’.

Tick. Gold Star.

The lawyer asks a follow up question, ‘and who is my neighbour’ (v.29).

The lawyer often gets bad press. It’s a good question – we need a bit of clarity on this. We might ask the same. We can’t love everyone, surely. We can just about manage our own families and friends. We only have to walk down Cornmarket and see numerous people at the side of the road – it leads to constant guilt. Where are the boundary lines here.

Our street, our parish, our city, our country, people like us, people who are Christians as well?

What the lawyer is really asking is perhaps, ‘who is NOT my neighbour’.

He was a lawyer and lawyers want clarity. I read somewhere that he presumably wanted something on the order of:

“A neighbour (hereinafter referred to as the party of the first part) is to be construed as meaning a person of Jewish descent whose legal residence is within a radius of no more than three statute miles from one’s own legal residence unless there is another person of Jewish descent (hereinafter to be referred to as the party of the second part) living closer to the party of the first part than one is oneself, in which case the party of the second part is to be construed as neighbour to the party of the first part and one is oneself relieved of all responsibility of any sort or kind whatsoever.”[2]

Jesus doesn’t answer this directly, but responds with the story we know so well.

A man is robbed and left for dead at the side of the road. The religious people see the man but pass by on the other side, presumably because they were afraid of contaminating themselves by touching a dead or dying body and then being unable to fulfil their duty. 

The Samaritan man sees the man and walks over the road towards him. He is moved with compassion, he treats and binds up his wounds, puts him on his animal, makes sure he’s cared for going the extra mile.

‘Go and do likewise’.

It’s a beautiful example of how we might live, loving and caring for those in need.

A few years ago on Christmas Eve my son cut his hand really badly whilst wrapping presents. We had to leave our evening meal to rush to the hospital and on the way a tire blew out. We’d left so quickly we hadn’t remembered to take a wallet (before the time when our phones were wallets!). A passing cyclist saw us and stopped. He not only helped get the car to the side of the road, but he hailed a taxi to the hospital and insisted on paying the taxi himself.  Truly a Good Samaritan.

But where we see ourselves in this parable makes a difference to how we read this.

On a good day we might see ourselves as the Samaritan helping the man, and I suspect this is the role we’d all like to think we play!

On a bad day we might see ourselves in the priest and the Levite walking by on the other side.

But there is a third option – we might be the beaten man, lying helplessly in the dirt on the side of the road.

So, where might Jesus’ Jewish hearers have seen themselves?

It is very unlikely they would have seen themselves in the Samaritan. In first century Palestine, Samaritans and Jews hated one another. This was a bitter and entrenched hostility along religious, geographic and ethnic lines.

They might be the priest or the lawyer, but Luke’s readers were more likely to have imagined themselves as the man in the ditch than the Samaritan. Jesus deliberately chooses an enemy to be the one who acted like a neighbour to make his point, adding another layer of challenge to his story.

‘Who is my neighbour?’ – in this situation the neighbour turned out to be the least likely person they could imagine.

This brings us to the heart of the gospel message of salvation. That Jesus, seeing our deepest need when we are in a metaphorical ditch, battered and bruised by life, sees us, is moved by compassion, binds up our wounds, picks us up and heals and cares for us, and pays what we owe so we don’t have to.

In this way of reading the parable we are not the Samaritan – Jesus is. We are the one in the ditch needing Jesus’ healing touch.

All of which makes me wonder whether there is yet another lesson in this parable: that God often shows up where we least expect God to be, and though the people we least expect.

Who, we might ask, do we have the hardest time imagining God working through? And then we should probably expect God to do just that!

The challenge in this parable is that Jesus pushes the very notion of boundaries or line at all. For Jesus, there is no ‘us’ and ‘them’ at all. The Samaritan and Jew were divided by history, culture and theology, yet their obligation to love supersedes it all.

All the boundaries we humans put up, be it race, sex, gender, sexuality, conviction, these are all challenged here. Our call to love God with all our heart, soul, mind and strength goes hand in hand with our call to love our neighbours. And this love looks like a man in a ditch being helped by his arch enemy.

And so, like the lawyer, we’re left not with the comfortable question, “Who is my neighbour?”, but with a far more afflicting one:
Will I allow myself to be loved by someone I would rather keep at a distance?

This parable isn’t just a call to compassion: it’s a challenge to our categories. It invites us to look again at who we are willing to receive love from, and who we are willing to become vulnerable before.

The story of the Good Samaritan reminds us that God’s grace and goodness can come from unexpected places, through unexpected people. And perhaps, the real test of neighbourliness is not only how we give love, but how humbly we receive it.

Let us pray:

Lord Jesus, we give thanks for this familiar parable and for the power it has to both comfort and afflict us. Thank you that you showed us the way to life and love, and that way is one that crosses boundaries and challenges assumptions. Help us to see you in those we encounter, and help us to both give, and receive love from those we least expect. Amen

Sermon: Guiding Light

A reflection at Eventide – February 2025
Revd Clare Hayns

John 1. 1-7
The Bright Field by RS Thomas

I’d like to tell a little story as we think about the light in the darkness.

When my son Simeon was 15 years old my sister took him and his younger cousins on a challenge. They set out to walk the three peaks of the British Isles within 24 hours. Ben Nevis (Scotland), Scarfell Pike (Lakes), Snowdon (Wales). In order to do this in the time, one mountain – Scarfell Pike – has to be scaled at night-time. They set off but at some point got disorientated. They were near the top on a section with small hills on top of which were piles of stones (cairns). But to the side was a steep drop, so they needed to follow the course of the hills and the stones.

But it was really dark, and they couldn’t make out their steps to stop tripping or going off course. So, they came up with a plan. Simeon offered to go on ahead of them to the top of the next hill. And he stood by the cairn and shone his torch back towards the rest of the group, and they all then made their way safely (they also made it with 15mins to spare!)

I remembered this because we’ve been thinking about light and darkness throughout this Eventide season. Last month we turned off all the lights in church and reflected on what was dark and difficult, confusing and disorientating.

Much of life can seem like stumbling along a hillside in the dark wondering what on earth it’s all about, and not quite sure of the way ahead, or why we’re here, or where we’re heading.

 John’s gospel begins in a way which mirrors the creation story of Genesis.  Which begins with darkness, formlessness, and void:

In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters. And God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light. Genesis 1. 1-3

And John’s gospel begins:

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was with God in the beginning. Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made. In him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it. John 1. 1-5

This is a profound theological statement. That Christ was there right at the beginning of all things, when light was created out of darkness. And that this light was now to be seen in the person of Jesus who was born as a child in Bethlehem, and that through his spirit, each of us is given that same light.

You may have read Richard Rohr, if not, I encourage you to. I heard him speak at Greenbelt once and he told us that Christ is not Jesus’ last name, not his surname! It is a description who he is. Which is why in John’s gospel we get these ‘I am’ statements, which seem almost boastful.

Jesus says, ‘I am the Light of the world’. Remember, light is not so much what you directly see as that by which you see everything else.

Simeon’s light enabled the hikers to see everything clearly. One of the challenges of the Christian life is to learn to see as God sees. In other words, we have faith in Christ so we can have the faith of Christ. That is the goal.

So often what we first see as disaster can turn out to be an opportunity.
What once seems darkness, turns out to have a crack of light as Leonard Cohen sings in Anthem (“there’s a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in”)
What seems to be death, turns out to be life.

Contemplation is one of the ways we can align ourselves more closely with Jesus so that we can learn to see.

Richard Rohr says: “Most people do not see things as they are because they see things as they are, which is not to see at all”. And he says: “We need to look at Jesus until we can look out at the world with his kind of eyes”[1]

I will end with the words of the beautiful poem The Bright Field by RS Thomas  which invites us to stop hurrying, to turn aside, to look towards the light which will stop us from stumbling in the darkness. This light is revealed to us most gloriously through Jesus, the light of the world:

Life is not hurrying
on to a receding future, nor hankering after
an imagined past. It is the turning
aside like Moses to the miracle
of the lit bush, to a brightness
that seemed as transitory as your youth
once, but is the eternity that awaits you.
RS Thomas, A Bright Field