Extra Credit (Mark 12:28-34)
by Robin R. Meyers
Robin R. Meyers is senior minister of Mayflower Congregational Church of Oklahoma City (UCC) and professor of communication studies at Oklahoma City University. This article appeared in The Christian Century, October 25, 2000, p. 1069. Copyright by The Christian Century Foundation; used by permission. Current articles and subscription information can be found at www.christiancentury.org. This material was prepared for Religion Online by Ted and Winnie Brock.
By the time we reach the 12th chapter of Mark, Jesus finds himself in the middle of a kind of theological cross-examination free-for-all. Priests, scribes, elders and other assorted defenders of the letter of the law are swarming all over him in a frenzy of entrapment.
First thereís a question about divorce (with a follow-up from his own disciples), and nobody likes the answer. Then a question from a rich man about what he must do to inherit eternal life, and the answer is: the one thing youíre not willing to do. Then the disciples squabble over seating arrangements in the kingdom while the Lord sits on death row. There Jesus stops his own parade to heal a blind man named Bartimaeus, and curses a poor little fig tree for not bearing fruit out of season.
Then the questions begin. "By what authority are you doing these things?" Read that: get the blasphemerís hook ready. Then comes the dark parable of the wicked tenants, and a question about taxes to test his citizenship. And finally, a real Mosaic brainteaser about seven brothers who do their brotherly duty by marrying each otherís childless widow, only to find themselves all in heaven without a clue as to who gets to call her "my wife." With a deep sigh he says, in effect, "You just donít get it."
Thatís when a nameless scribe, who has been hanging out on the fringe of the crowd, and cannot but be impressed by his own stamina, moves in for the kill. His question is the question, the letís-get-down-to-it-and-see-if-you-bleed Torah question: Which commandment is the first of all?
Something tells me this scribe knew the answer (the Shema) before he asked the question. My students at the university do this all the time. They ask me questions they already know the answers to, just to hear me say it, just to have a kind of personal, extracurricular "moment." If I begin by saying, "As I said to the whole class . . . ," they look at me as if Iíve missed the point -- which indeed I have. Then it hits me -- they arenít interested in the whole class. They want to be an audience of one.
Itís almost like a form of extra credit (which I donít allow in my classes, strictly speaking, but they always ask for it). I used to think this was a form of compensation, a kind of insurance policy for a bad grade or a poor paper. Now I realize that it has much more to do with getting attention -- trying to break through the ordinary student-teacher relationship in order to prove to me, and ultimately to themselves, that they are not ordinary.
You see, there are two kinds of student questions. The ones they ask in class, which are utilitarian in nature: "How many absences are we allowed in here, anyway?" And the kind they ask after class, which are invariably philosophical: "So what is your position on the death penalty anyway?" Or, "So, like, were you a hippie when you were in college?"
These are not just "questions," but indirect pleas for relationship. Some sort of validation is being sought, even if itís just a momentary reminder from an authority figure that they do indeed exist, and are not as dumb as people think. Tell me something I already know, they seem to be saying, so I will know better.
If they find the validation they are looking for, they will often compliment me for being "right on," without realizing that we have suddenly reversed roles. "Well done, good and faithful teacher, well done." When Jesus responds to the scribe, something similar may be going on. Heís heard the greatest commandment before but he is astonished to see it. A routine quiz suddenly turns into something much more, a moment when a lawyer looks up from his paperwork and sees the face of God.
Stunned perhaps, and feeling undone by much more than the right answer, he compliments Jesus for being "right on" and then stammers through a paraphrase of what he has just heard. Monty Pythonís Jesus would say, "Duh! . . . didnít I just say that?" But Markís Jesus sees a student who is both vulnerable and teachable -- a human being who is searching, and now undone by the fact that he has addressed his question to the answer.
Thatís when Jesus says the one thing all of us want to hear. All of us who spend our days swimming in the fickle currents of the church, at war with things both petty and impossible -- tired, sometimes, before the meeting begins -- that we are not far from the kingdom.
I recently had the chance to meet Sister Helen Prejean, author of Dead Man Walking, recently nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize. Amid the restaurant noise and secondhand smoke, I realized that I was in the presence of a saint. I wanted to say something to her, something to indicate how important this moment was to me, but it would have come out all wrong -- like a blubbering paraphrase of what she had already said. Besides, I knew the answer before I asked the question, or maybe I just couldnít figure out how to address a question to the answer.
All I knew for sure was that I felt close. Dangerously close to the kingdom.