Just two days before, Jesus had been crucified, and had died, and was placed in a tomb. The disciples did the only thing they could think of, which was to go home. Go home to their families, to their routines, to some kind of normalcy. To some kind of safety. Perhaps they thought it was all over. That with the death of Jesus died the ministry, the prophecy, the miracles, and teaching. Mary may have gone home, but something drew her back to the tomb. Our gospel lesson doesn’t say, but it was written 60 or 70 years after all this had happened. It’s hard to imagine the writer even being alive when all this happened. But Mary couldn’t sleep. Restless like many of us when we lose someone we love, she went to the last place she saw Jesus. Like those of us who visit the graves of our loved ones, perhaps she sought comfort in that final resting place. It would have been quiet. Like our cemeteries are quiet. The gospel tells us that when she got to the tomb, the stone that covered the opening had been rolled away. Was she frightened? Was she heartbroken? Was she angry? She went and told Peter, and another disciple many think was John, that someone had removed Jesus’ body. Peter and John ran as fast as they could to see for themselves. John got there first, and looked in. Peter arrived, and he went in. Peter was the first to see the linen wrappings that had been used as a shroud, lying there, no longer covering Jesus. John found the courage to go in, and when he saw the empty tomb, he believed. Having run to the tomb, and after finding it empty, Peter and John didn’t know what else to do, so they went home again. But Mary stayed. And when she took her turn looking into the tomb, she saw two angels, sitting where Jesus had been place. They asked her why she was weeping, and she told them, that someone had taken Jesus away, and she did not know where he was. And in that moment of confession, in that split second of saying she did not know where he had been laid, he appeared. Not recognizing him, she mistook him for the caretaker of the tombs. In their brief exchange, Mary recognizes Jesus when he speaks her name. Of all the disciples, of all those whom he loved, Jesus chose to reveal his resurrected self first to Mary Magdalene. Not Peter, not John, not Martha or Lazarus, but Mary. The one who came to the tomb for comfort, the one who stayed around long enough to meet Jesus. Mary didn’t just peer into the empty tomb and go home. She stayed, in the midst of her mourning, in the midst of her sadness, in the midst of her fears, she stayed. What courage, what faith. What strength and conviction. And because Mary had remained, Jesus trusted her to share the news with the others. It was left to Mary to go back to the disciples, and tell them the truth about Jesus: that he lives. That death could not contain him. If you had to pick one of the characters from this story, who do you think you would be? John? Peter? Mary? John heard that Jesus was gone, and he ran as fast as he could to get to the tomb. He even outran Peter. But when he got there, his courage failed and he didn’t go in. Peter wasn’t as fast as John, but when he did arrive at the tomb, he had the courage to go in and see for himself what had happened. Mary was there first, saw that the stone had been rolled away, and was the first to tell the disciples that something wasn’t right. Mary was the first to see Jesus, to recognize him, and was the first to tell the others that Jesus had risen. Speedy, but fearful, like John, slower, but with more courage, like Peter or present to receive the newly risen Christ in the midst of deep sadness and fear, like Mary… Each of us must peer into the empty tombs of our lives from time to time. We all have dark and empty places, where something important used to be. Sometimes we get there in a hurry, but we don’t want to look in. Sometimes we finally get there, and take a deep breath and look in. Rarely, are we waiting outside that empty tomb, and rarely, because we are in the right place at the right time, do we meet Jesus there. Empty tombs. What empty tombs? A lost job. A lost relationship. A death of a loved one. An addiction. An illness. Maybe even an empty church sanctuary. The list goes on, and each one of us has countless empty tombs littering our horizon. And if we are honest, if we take a sober look at the way we encounter our empty tombs, we’d probably have to say that we’re more like John or Peter in the way we treat them: we look in briefly, maybe receive some insight, and go home. This is where the cycle of death and rebirth, of crucifixion and resurrection can be found in our lives. It’s hard to find the courage or the strength to hang around such a vivid and painful reminder of loss as an empty tomb. But with our gospel lesson this morning, we now know that if we wait outside the empty tomb, facing our fears, peering into the unknown, like Mary did, the truth will appear to us. We might not recognize it at first. We might think the truth is something else, but being in the right place at the right time isn’t just dumb luck, it’s sometimes just sheer perseverance! The disciples didn’t know what else to do. It didn’t make sense to just hang around the tomb, much less an empty one. That seems like most of us: who wants to hang around an empty tomb, being reminded of all that pain and suffering? The loss, the emptiness? Nobody I know. But when we can, and when we do, the reward is nothing less than a miracle: facing our fears, confronting our worries and anxieties, we can know the truth: all is not lost. Because Jesus lives, we live also. Because Jesus triumphed over death, our sins are forgiven. Our fears relieved. Our faults and shortcomings accepted without judgment. The message Jesus gave Mary was profound. And it has profound implications for the way we live our lives: Jesus told Mary not to cling to the ‘old’ Jesus, the old ways. That with his ascension to be with God, he was a ‘new’ Jesus. But oh how we love to cling to the old ways! Even in the face of evidence that God does new things, in new ways, every day, aren’t we mostly convinced in some way or another that the old ways are the best ways? It’s human nature. We cling to the old Jesus as if that’s the only Jesus there is. We try and keep him close to us for comfort, but the truth is that he will have to ascend to heaven sometime, and clinging to the old Jesus won’t bring us any relief from our fears and worries. So while many of us would have to confess a similarity to John or Peter when it comes to peering into the empty tombs of our lives, many of us are just like Mary when it comes to clinging to the old Jesus, the one who walked with us before his ascension. The message for Mary was clear: don’t cling to the Jesus you knew before, and go and tell the others what you now know. And that message is for us, here, today: The Easter message of hope, of rebirth and new life resides in the new Christ, the newly risen Christ, not the old Jesus. The Easter message of new life resides in the new Christ, the newly risen Christ, not the old Jesus. The powerful Easter message of forgiveness resides in the new Christ, the newly risen Christ, not the old Jesus. This is not easy to understand: if we have enough courage to hang around the empty tombs of our lives long enough to meet Jesus, the message we get is difficult to follow: don’t cling to the old ways, it’s the newly resurrected Jesus that we must follow, the new way, the new life, the new covenant. God is creating new ways for us to worship, new ways to celebrate, new ways to care for and love our neighbors, and honor the risen Christ: we must not cling to the old Jesus, or the old ways if we wish to move on, or even live on. Whether we know it or not, we all have many empty tombs in our lives. I would hope that we could each look at one today, or maybe this week. Look into one empty tomb that has been bothering us, one empty tomb where we buried something important that has died, and wait around it long enough to encounter Jesus. Even if he doesn’t tap us on the shoulder, we know the message he’ll give us: don’t cling to the old understanding, living the new life means letting go, letting go of the old grudge, letting go of the past hurts, or the gnawing fears, or the crippling anxiety. Mary had it right. Peter and John had to wait just a little longer before Jesus came to them in person. But ultimately, he came to them, just like the others, just like he’ll come to us, too. And his message will be the same: look to live in the new life, look to live in the new covenant, look to honor the risen Christ, not by clinging to the Jesus who lived among us, but by obeying the one who triumphed over death, who secured our forgiveness by sacrificing his life for us. Hope, new life in Christ, forgiveness. Easter gifts for us, and all the Easter people. Thanks be to God. Amen.
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Today marks the end of our Lenten journey. Some of us have fasted from a particular food item or behavior. Some of us have spent extra time reading scripture, or other texts designed to enhance our understanding of our faith and our faith journey. Some of us have simply lived our lives in expectation of Easter.
Holy Week begins today, and ends with our Easter celebration next week. Each week, in worship, after our prayer of confession and words of assurance, we have extinguished one candle, to represent the ultimate betrayal of our Lord and Savior at the hands of his closest friends and followers. Each week, our altar space has gotten a little bit darker, to represent our own role in the Christ’s betrayal. A mini tenebrae, in the midst of our Sunday worship. For close to 2000 years, Christians have followed the path of this journey, using Lent to fast in order to focus on Christ’s suffering, or to read in order to be reminded of Christ’s last weeks of ministry, or to perform acts of kindness and charity to honor Christ’s sacrifice. And while there is a general understanding that following that path is a good thing, tradition and custom tells us so, there is nothing explicitly biblical that tells us what we should do during Lent. It’s the early church’s interpretation of scripture that leads us through our days in Lent. Scripture tells us that Jesus began his final journey into Jerusalem riding on a donkey, and on a colt, the foal of a donkey. Two animals at once? That’s interesting. All four gospels describe the triumphal entrance into Jerusalem by our Lord and Savior, and all four note that the disciples laid their cloaks on the donkey and colt, and the crowd laid their cloaks on the ground, with some branches from the trees. But palms are never mentioned. That’s interesting. Custom and culture from those days dictated that a king riding on a horse was riding for battle. A king riding on a donkey was riding in peace. That’s interesting. 2000 years after his entrance into Jerusalem, after his arrest, his torture, after his crucifixion and death, after his resurrection, Jesus continues to remain a most mysterious figure. A charismatic rabbi, able to perform miracles like turning water into wine, healing people with all kinds of diseases, able to raise his friend Lazarus from the dead, all used to illustrate the glory of God. It feels like the world is losing patience with the mystery of Christ. As scholars and scientists argue about what would have been historically accurate, what would have been ‘true’ about the time Jesus lived among us, it feels like people care less and less about the mystery, the paradox of our Lord and Savior. Does it feel that way to you? So much about Jesus is incredible: born of a virgin, able to perform miracles, crucified and killed, only to be resurrected…no science can help us understand the implications of these mysteries. Ultimately, we have to wrestle with them ourselves. We believe or we don’t. But what I believe is that we can never separate the mystery from the person Jesus was, and so there are moments in our faith lives when we must decide whether we believe in Jesus because of what scripture said he did, or because of who he is in our lives. And if we believe in Jesus because of who he is in our lives, then this next week plays a powerful role in our remembrance of his final days on earth. If we believe in him because of what scripture says about him, then we can go through this week with a kind of painless detachment, removed from his painful betrayal, his humiliation, his torture, his sacrifice. We can read about his passion, his trials like a story that has no effect on us. But if we’re on this journey with him, then we’ll feel some of that pain, our cheeks will sting with some of the humiliation he felt. We’ll wash other’s feet, and have our feet washed. We’ll break bread together, and share juice together, like he did, in remembrance of him. Mysterious acts like these can have a profound effect upon our faith lives. The world wants science to tell us if Jesus really did the things the bible tells us he did. Science can’t do that. The world wants historians to tell us if Jesus was really the way the bible tells us Jesus was. History can’t do that. At some point, the faithful have to move beyond science and history, and move into the mystery of our faith. We have to be ok with not knowing for sure, but knowing in our hearts. And there’s a difference, isn’t there? I can’t help but mourn the state of the Christian Church in these modern times, and I can’t help but note that the Christian Church’s problems seem to stem from our inability to put into practice the very things Jesus calls us do. If we practiced loving each other as he loves us, as we love ourselves, if we loved our enemies, if we turned the other cheek, if we loved God with all our hearts, and all our minds and all our souls, the world wouldn’t doubt the truth. But for now, with the advent of Holy Week upon us, we have mystery, and we have hope. We do not have science, or history, or culture, or customs to feed us, we have our own personal faith to lead us into our understanding of the Christ’s ultimate sacrifice for our sins. We can shout Hosanna! today because we already know the rest of the story: we won’t be disappointed when the Messiah turns out to be a peace-loving, peace-preaching peacenik. We can sit at the table with Jesus, and break bread, because we know what he did for us and for our sins, and we know that all are welcome at his table, with no exceptions. We can take risks in the name of our faith, move outside our comfort zone, share our resources beyond what might be prudent, because we have the reassurance and the joy and mystery of Easter morning to back us up. At the end of the day, we have to find a way to be comfortable with the mysteries of our Lord and Savior, be comfortable with the things that don’t make sense, the things that get at the heart of our faith. Not because tradition tells us to, or because it’s the custom of Christians to do so. But because we are learning to embrace the mystery of Christ. At the end of the day, either we have hope in the resurrected Christ, or we do not. Holy Week helps us focus on the paradox of a king, arrested, tortured, humiliated, and crucified, only to triumph over all earthly bounds, and even death itself, in order that you and I might be forgiven. And we are forgiven. And that is the ultimate mystery. Hosanna in the highest indeed. Thanks be to God. Amen. |
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