Monday of week 4 in Ordinary Time
Hebrews 11:32-40
Gideon, Barak, Samson, Jephthah, David, Samuel and the prophets – these were men who through faith conquered kingdoms, did what is right and earned the promises. They could keep a lion’s mouth shut, put out blazing fires and emerge unscathed from battle. They were weak people who were given strength, to be brave in war and drive back foreign invaders. Some came back to their wives from the dead, by resurrection; and others submitted to torture, refusing release so that they would rise again to a better life. Some had to bear being pilloried and flogged, or even chained up in prison. They were stoned, or sawn in half, or beheaded; they were homeless, and dressed in the skins of sheep and goats; they were penniless and were given nothing but ill-treatment. They were too good for the world and they went out to live in deserts and mountains and in caves and ravines. These are all heroes of faith, but they did not receive what was promised, since God had made provision for us to have something better, and they were not to reach perfection except with us.
Psalm 30(31):20-24 Let your heart take courage, all who hope in the Lord.
Mark 5:1-20
Jesus and his disciples reached the country of the Gerasenes on the other side of the lake, and no sooner had Jesus left the boat than a man with an unclean spirit came out from the tombs towards him. The man lived in the tombs and no one could secure him any more, even with a chain; because he had often been secured with fetters and chains but had snapped the chains and broken the fetters, and no one had the strength to control him. All night and all day, among the tombs and in the mountains, he would howl and gash himself with stones. Catching sight of Jesus from a distance, he ran up and fell at his feet and shouted at the top of his voice, ‘What do you want with me, Jesus, son of the Most High God? Swear by God you will not torture me!’ – for Jesus had been saying to him, ‘Come out of the man, unclean spirit.’ ‘What is your name?’ Jesus asked. ‘My name is legion,’ he answered ‘for there are many of us.’ And he begged him earnestly not to send them out of the district.
Now there was there on the mountainside a great herd of pigs feeding, and the unclean spirits begged him, ‘Send us to the pigs, let us go into them.’ So he gave them leave. With that, the unclean spirits came out and went into the pigs, and the herd of about two thousand pigs charged down the cliff into the lake, and there they were drowned. The swineherds ran off and told their story in the town and in the country round about; and the people came to see what had really happened. They came to Jesus and saw the demoniac sitting there, clothed and in his full senses – the very man who had had the legion in him before – and they were afraid. And those who had witnessed it reported what had happened to the demoniac and what had become of the pigs. Then they began to implore Jesus to leave the neighbourhood. As he was getting into the boat, the man who had been possessed begged to be allowed to stay with him. Jesus would not let him but said to him, ‘Go home to your people and tell them all that the Lord in his mercy has done for you.’ So the man went off and proceeded to spread throughout the Decapolis all that Jesus had done for him. And everyone was amazed.
Reflection:
God’s authority over forces that oppress and enslave—whether external enemies or spiritual bondage—is an authority that can set people free.
I met a man who belonged to a religious community. He lived in the shadows. His eyes carried the weight of chains unseen by others around him—addiction, anger, and the ghosts of his past. He tried to calm those interior demons but his soul was tormented by the voices within him and the fear that others may judge his pain.
He had been encouraged to go on retreat and there to go to the Chapel and sit and wait for Jesus to come and be with him. In the retreat nothing changed, though he did notice a simple quiet entering the space with him.
Later back in his community, still tormented within, he recalled that “simple quiet”, as he sat down after vespers as the community cleared the chapel. He went silent within and in himself he heard the familiar footsteps of his father coming to punish him, as he had done so many times.
But this time it was different. The steps were steady, the gaze upon him evoked not fear but spoke of compassion, mercy, forgiveness, a quiet gentle strength.
“Who are You?” the man asked hesitantly.
“I am the One who sets captives free,” the footsteps answered.
For a brief moment the unseen chains, invisible but real, wrapped tighter around his chest, and the voices within him screamed in fear, refusing to surrender.
But the steps came closer. “You were not made for this prison,” came the simple quiet voice.
With a single breath, the man heard his voice being called. And in that moment, the chains binding him began to break like glass. The interior voices of blame, rejection, shame, and anger fled, like the Gerasene pigs. For the first time in years, he fell to his knees, not in defeat, but in freedom, and tears touched his cheeks.
“What do I do now?” he whispered.
“Go,” the steps said. “Tell your story. Show them that darkness does not have the final word.”
When God steps into the human heart, no chain can hold. No darkness can remain. No soul is ever beyond redemption.