The Gospel of Mark is my favorite Gospel for two reasons. (1)
It’s direct and to the point, and (2) the disciples are really dumb. Those two
things give me comfort because I need to be reminded of what matters most of
all pretty much every moment; I cannot hear about the cross often enough. And
I’m also comforted by these disciples because if these were the guys Jesus
chose as his right-hand men, then following Jesus really is open to anybody. If
the disciples had been super big-head geniuses we could never know if we are
enough, but since they are complete dunderheads we can all have hope. I can have
hope not just for myself but maybe more importantly for those other Christians
who never seem to get it either, because, Lord knows, I have seen some
Christians justify terrible positions in the name of Christianity.
Like the disciples and the Pharisees both, we are always obsessing
about the wrong things. We quickly sort everything into good and bad, success
and failure. Meanwhile, Jesus is standing on the mountaintop transfigured,
having just told the blockhead disciples that he is more than the messiah they
expected; he is, in fact, coming to die for the sake of the world and rise
again. And the disciples watch him transfigured and they say to themselves, “Ya
know, I think we should put this guy next to Moses and Elijah. He’s almost as
amazing as them!”
We shouldn’t be surprised. Jesus called these guys from
their work as fisherman and tax collectors, tradesmen and carpenters,
merchants, but never scholars of the Torah. Those who practiced trades like
these would have lacked even basic literacy. They were elementary school
drop-outs, not smart enough to make the cut to continue toward a professional
career as a scribe or a lawyer. They were practicing the family trades because
they weren’t good enough to do anything else.
In light of their simplicity, it makes sense that the
disciples didn’t want Jesus to die. The simplest faith is to say “Death is bad,
and life is good.” If it weren’t such a loaded political term today, we could
say that the disciples were “Pro-life,” while the life they were in favor of
was ultimately meaningless. Their faith in Jesus was misplaced not because they
were bad guys but because they could not imagine anything better. Simple faith
is not bad faith because it is simple, but simple faith is no assurance that
your faith is in the right thing either. The disciples have bad faith not
because they believe too much about Jesus but because they believe too little. Yet,
far from disqualifying them, this seems to be precisely why Jesus chooses them.