The Greatest by Stephan G. Oetjen
         Reprinted by permission
          of "The Arlington Catholic Herald"
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Mark wrote to explain
          Christ
          to the new Gentile converts.
      
Often,
        being famous doesn’t seem all that it’s cracked up to be.  I speak, of course,
        from observation and not
        experience.  For
        example, the rich and
        famous are frequently plagued by paparazzi or crowds, and
        security and privacy
        are perpetual issues.  With
        fame, living
        a normal life – let alone a purposeful and dedicated life – gets
        tough.
Our
        Lord certainly knew this well in our Gospel today, as we hear he
        sets off to
        Galilee but doesn’t want anyone to know about it.  Why the stealth
        mission?  Fame. 
        After Jesus has performed a cycle of miracles and
        authoritative
        preaching, there is now talk of making him king, or at least a
        prophetic
        miracle dispenser.  Yet,
        Jesus came to be
        neither a political figure nor a performer, even of healing
        wonders.  He came to
        bring God, freedom from sin and
        death, and
        divine life for our souls.
Thus,
        Jesus sets off in secret   The
        crowds,
        paradoxically, distract from his mission in their hunger for
        temporary
        blessings rather than eternal goods.  As
        an aside, it’s useful to note that there’s always a difference
        between “crowds”
        and “disciples” in the Gospels. 
        Only
        disciples will inherit the kingdom. 
        Jesus doesn’t want an audience, he wants friends.
Along
        the way, it must have been clear to Jesus that his disciples had
        been infected
        by the views of the crowds, too. 
        He
        levels with them: “Look guys, I’m not going to be a king or
        famous
        performer.  They’re
        going to kill
        me.  I’ll be dead
        for three days, and I’m
        going to rise again.  That’s
        the mission.”  Even
        when Jesus is direct, they still are
        confused.  What
        could “killed,” “dead,” and
        “rise” possibly mean?  We
        laugh, but
        2,000 years later, Christian believers still argue about similar
        things.  What could
        Jesus mean by “this is my body,”
        for instance?
Rather
        than ask for clarity, they continue to argue about who is
        greatest.  Jesus
        sets them straight a second time. 
        He who wants to be greatest must become
        least.  Notice: just
        as the Lord breaks
        and inverts the conventions of worldly power and influence, so
        too is it with
        his disciples.  What
        makes us great
        Christians is not posturing or bravado, trophies nor treasure.
        In fact, by itself,
        all our humans striving cannot make God love us more or earn a
        greater piece of
        salvation.  Rather,
        to be great in the kingdom
        of heaven is to be humble in the sight of the world, to receive
        others as
        children of God and to be received as such in turn.  Even kings and
        emperors effect no change in
        heaven without the help of God. 
        The meek
        and poor in spirit gain an inheritance. 
        Behind it all is a truth: only the way of the cross is
        the key to
        heaven.
A
        favorite vivid example of this comes from the funeral ritual of
        the
        Austro-Hungarian Empire.  It
        was last
        seen with the passing of now-Servant of God Empress Zita of
        Bourbon-Parma in
        1989.  After the
        funeral Mass, her
        procession wound through the city of Vienna, passing thousands
        of mourners, to
        the Capuchin Church, which contains the Imperial Crypt of the
        Hapsburgs.
Shockingly,
        when the procession arrives at the churches, the door is shut
        and barred.  A
        family member pounds on the door, to which
        a Capuchin friar on the other side responds: “Who goes there?”
“Zita,
        Queen of Bohemia, Dalmatia, Croatia, Slovenia, Galicia, Queen of
        Jerusalem.  Grand
        Dutchess of Tuscany Cracow
        …”  An impressive
        list of titles as long
        as your arm.
The
        respond comes back: “I do not know her.” 
        Pounding once more and once more: “Who goes there?”  This time: “Empress of
        Austria and Queen of
        Hungary.”  The quiet
        response from the
        other side of the door: “I do not know her.” 
        A last knock brings the same question: “Who goes there?”  This time the answer
        is meek and simple:
        “Zita, a poor sinner.”  With
        that, the
        door is unbarred and sung wide: “Welcome, enter.”  Thus, she entered into
        rest in Christ.  Like
        Zita, when we bow low, God raises us
        high.  The kingdom
        belongs to just such
        as these: redeemed sinners and not worldly successes, disciples
        and not crowds,
        those willing to receive blessings with childlike wonder and
        gratitude and thus
        be called children of the most-high God.