Monday, April 1, 2013

Why do you look for the living one among the dead?



Easter Sunday 2013
Acts 10:34-43; Ps 118; 1 Cor 15:19-26; Luke 24:1-12
Father Adam Trambley
March 31, 2013, St. John’s Sharon
Why do you look for the living one among the dead?

Alleluia! Christ is Risen!  The Lord is Risen Indeed! Alleluia!

“Why do you look for the living one among the dead?”
Ask the angels.
The tomb is empty.
“He is not here, but has risen.”

The women are too scared to reply,
but we can guess what they are thinking:
“We didn’t know he was alive.”
“He seemed pretty dead when they put him in here.”
“If he’s alive, what are we going to do with all these spices?”

“Remember,” say the angels,
“He told you this would happen.”
“Remember”
All that he did –              
The teaching, the healing, the raising the dead—
Was he likely to end up in some stone-covered cave?
“Remember”
How he loved
With a love and a power
That could only be from God.
Was God really leaving him here?

“Why do you look for the living one among the dead?”

The women run back to the living,
To tell everyone with them what happened.
“He’s not there!  He’s alive! He told us he would be!”
But the rest don’t believe.
            It seems an idle tale.
                        They don’t remember.
Except for Peter. 
            Peter doesn’t know what to think.
He runs to the tomb,
            Still seeking the living one among the dead.
            Too laden with the denier’s guilt
                        To remember anything else.

Do we still seek the living one among the dead?
Probably.
Resurrection is hard work.
Rolling stones away,
Bursting forth from burial cloths,
Garnering angelic guards to guide clueless guests.
So much easier to find the body,
            Use the spices,
            Have a good cry,
            Then go home feeling better,
                        knowing we did something useful.
                        Another box checked off the to-do list.
Isn’t dead just dead anyway.
Why get our hopes up to feel worse later?

Why?
Because he’s not here!
Think of all the dead places
            Throughout our lives
            Where we just bring our spices
            And look for nothing to change.
Do we really expect God to show up
            In the relationships where we hold onto grudges?
            In the tedious tasks we moan through?
            In the plentiful places we put ourselves before others?
            He’s not here!
What about the times
            When we mock the misfortunes of others?
            When we revel in being the victim,
Manipulating others’ emotions
Rather than growing ourselves?
            When we lash out
Because the universe isn’t solely devoted
To our comfort and convenience?
            Jesus isn’t there either!
How about the all too frequent situations
            Where we would just wrap ourselves
                        In the nard of negativity
                        the balm of blame
And the myrrh of
            “My way is the right way,”
            While perched at the edge of the tomb
            Bewailing all the bad things in the world,
                        Without stopping to remember
what he told us?
            He has risen far above all that.

Why do you look for the living one among the dead?
Remember what he told you.

Do we ever stop and remember?
            What do we remember when we do?
What refrains are playing through our head?
            Is it “Jesus Christ is Risen Today”     
                        Or “The Strife is Over, the Battle Won”?
            Is it “Jesus loves me this I know for the Bible tells me so?”
            Is it “Alleluia! The Lord is risen indeed!”
Or is it
            “Do unto others before they do unto me?”
            Or “I’m not getting hurt again?”
            Or even “the whole thing is hopeless?”
Do we define ourselves by
            Past hurts
            Past failures
            And past betrayals.
Or do we remember
            That “everyone who believes in him receives forgiveness of sins”
            That “on this day the LORD has acted and … we will be glad in it”
            And that “all will be made alive in Christ?”
What we remember is our choice.
The more we think something, the more real it becomes for us.
We can do what the angels say:
            Remember what he told you.
Or we can go to the tomb with the women
            Remembering only the suffering and death of the crucifixion.
Both are real,
            But only one is the ultimate reality.
            Only one wins in the end.
Paul tells us
            “the last enemy to be destroyed is death.”
Death is dying.
Resurrection is coming
He is not here!
He is risen!
We can believe this,
            Remember this
And see in every death
                        The grain of wheat that falls to the ground and dies
                        So that it yields a rich harvest
Or we can expect every budding flower
            To be crushed under foot.

But life is hard
            And we get distracted.
We know the resurrected Jesus is part of our life.
We know that we have become part of his body.
We know that he is here with us.
Still,
In all the daily deaths
                        And the ultimate death
                                    we face
            How do we remember what he told us?
           
Why do you think the angels show up?

Angels don’t just come in Biblical accounts.
Angels
            The messengers of the heavenly places,
                        Show up when we need them.
They help us remember what Jesus told us.
Just turn on the divine cell phones
            So we hear when the call comes.
Most of the time
            They don’t show up
            As men standing beside us
            In dazzling array.
Usually,
            They come as
                        The ray of light in the darkness
                        The glimmer of hope in despair
                        The nagging discomfort
                                    In the back of our minds
                                    Saying that what we are doing
                                    Is not good for us or for others.
We can close our eyes to them.
            We can discount them.
                        We can ignore them.
But the angels are there for us
            Calling out
                        Why do you look for the living one among the dead?

If we listen.
If we train ourselves to listen,
            Little by little,
                        Day by day,
            Looking toward the light when it shines in,
            Fanning the flames of hope as they appear,
            Seeking to eschew sin in all its guises,
We will remember!
Our lives will go from
            The maudlin mourning of death
            To the life of one forgiven, saved and healed.
 The joy of Jesus Christ
            Risen from the dead
                        Fills our lives
            And we are free.
Free of the fear that anything,
            Including death,
            Can ultimately harm us.
Free of the hurt and shame of past wrongs
Done to us or by us.
Free of the need to wail at the tomb
            When there is resurrection to rejoice over.
            And rejoice we will.

He is not here! He is risen!
When the tombs of our lives are as empty
            As the tomb overlooking calvary,
When the grave clothes of our sinful guilt
            Are as torn off and discarded
            As the ones seen by Peter on the floor,
When the angels of God
            Announce to us the amazing good news
            Proclaimed that first Easter morning,
When we remember what he told us,
Then the good news of God’s saving love
            Will burst from us
            Like it did from
                        Mary Magdalene, Joanna, Mary
                        And the others.
We won’t be able to shut up
            About how God has changed our lives.
How our lives have gone
            From sinful guilt to forgiven freedom
            From self-centeredness to self-giving service
            From fearful brokenness to a wondrous love
            From our own deaths to eternal life lived in God.
Some will hear,
            Run to their own tombs
            And be bewildered.
Some will scoff at seemingly idle tales.
And some – some – some,
            Will see angels.
            Some will remember His words.
            Some will fall on their faces in fear
                        And glorify God.
They will repent and believe,
            And share the good news that
                        He is Risen!!

That’s how the gospel spread
            From a cave in Jerusalem
            To Judea, Samaria and the ends of the earth
            Finally finding its way to the Shenango Valley
            Six thousand miles away.
            And it isn’t done yet.
            Not until the whole world knows that things
                        Which were cast down are being raised up,
                        Things which had grown old are being made new
                        And that all things are being brought to perfection
                                    In Jesus Christ our Lord.

Too many
            Family members, friends, co-workers
            Tarry at tombs
            Unaware of the angels
                        Unable to attract their attention
Too many
            Of God’s beloved
            Believe themselves beyond the reach of his love.
Too many
            Of those whom Jesus died to forgive
            Remain trapped in guilt of their sins.
But they don’t have to stay there.

My brothers and sisters,
We have seen the empty tomb.
We have heard the angels.
We have remembered what He told us.
And we have been changed.  
We need no longer look for the living one among the dead.
Instead,
            We can go to where the dead hang out,
            And bring the good news of the living one to them.
            He is not here!  He has Risen!           
            And everyone who wants to follow him
                        is rising with him, too.

Alleluia! Christ is Risen!  The Lord is Risen Indeed! Alleluia!

Liturgy of the Word during the Easter Vigil

The decorated altar revealed after the resurrection is proclaimed and the curtain falls.

Sunday, March 24, 2013

The Stones Would Shout Out



Palm Sunday 2013
Father Adam Trambley
March 24, 2013, St.John’s Sharon
“It these were silent, the stones would shout out”

Back in Allen Hall, we started our grand procession to model Jesus’ parade from Bethany, down the Mount of Olives and up to Jerusalem.  The whole multitude of the disciples with Jesus is praising God with a loud voice for all the deeds of power they had seen – maybe not as boisterously as the bagpipes, but with as much oomph as they could muster.  Then the Pharisees, who aren’t sure about the whole Jesus enterprise and are nervous about “what people might think”, tell Jesus, “Teacher, order your disciples to stop.”  Jesus’ reply is startling.  He says, “If the people were silent, the stones would shout out.”

Silent stones laying between Jerusalem and Jericho
If the people were silent, the stones would shout out.  Maybe it’s hyperbole, but maybe not.  Just maybe, the triumphal entry of Son of God into the holy city requires the praise of God.  Just maybe, the mighty of acts of God call forth such joyful acclamation that if the people refuse to proclaim it, the most insignificant roadside rocks will reverberate, “Hosanna!”  Just maybe, the saving purposes of God are so momentous that neither stubborn silence, mute fear or even a carefully cultivated cluelessness can prevent the good news of Jesus Christ from being proclaimed to the people God is calling to himself.

That day when the disciples were lifting up their voices, they may have thought they were just giving God the glory for what they had seen.  But they were doing so much more.  That day when the disciples were lifting up their voices, they were announcing something yet to come, something they didn’t even realize, something that was going to scare their socks off and rock their world.  That day when the disciples were lifting up their voices, they were telling the world that the king was coming in the name of the Lord, that the peace in heaven and the glory in the highest heaven were spilling down into the holy city of Jerusalem, and that God’s people gathering to celebrate the saving deeds of God at the Passover hadn’t seen anything yet.   That day, when the disciples were lifting up their voices, is very similar to this day, when we can lift up our voices for the mighty acts of God we have seen and experienced.

We know the unbelievable love of God for us.  We have just heard how Jesus emptied himself, took human likeness and died on a cross for us, and even in the midst of his suffering he prays for his enemies, forgives his murders and brings sinners salvation.  We know that throughout the coming week we will remember and experience again Jesus’ last supper with his disciples, the way of his cross and passion, and finally the joy and power of his resurrection. 

Even beyond the great good news of what God has done in the life, death and resurrection of Jesus, we all can thank God for his many works in our own lives.  The protection and care as we’ve walked through the valley of the shadow of death.  The tough times when we found God provided enough to squeak by.  The peace, the love or the joy that enfolded us during a struggle to help us get through.  The gift of those nearest to us whom we love and who love us.  The miracles that we can only ascribe to God.  Any of these things would be enough for us to praise God joyfully with a loud voice for anyone to hear.

But we are also compelled to keep praising for those things God is about to do.  Just like when he was on the way into Jerusalem, we are praising Jesus who has some work to do in the Shenango Valley.  God knows his plans for this Valley, plans for its welfare and a hopeful future.  The good news of God’s future for us will be proclaimed as God comes to this valley, beginning with this place this morning.  If our voices are silent about God’s acts, then the stones will shout out.  

Jesus is going out with us into the highways and byways, the schools and the shops, the mills and the malls, the hospitals and the homes throughout Sharon and Hermitage and Masury and Sharpsville and Brookfield and Farrell and West Middlesex and Mercer and Hubbard and South Py, and wherever else we go out from here.  The grand procession of our King does not stop just because we leave the church and don’t have Ross wailing on the bagpipes in our backseats.  We take what we know of the mighty works of God and share them with others.  Everyone, beginning with those nearby and going out to the ends of the earth, needs to hear the glories of what God has already done for us in Jesus Christ so that they can discover what he is doing right now in their own lives.  The work that God has done for us already, and the salvation he has come to bring to this community, is such good news that creation can’t keep it inside.  Either we give voice to every creature under heaven and join with angels and archangels in their unending praise or the very stones of this church will shout out.  Regardless, God’s salvation will sweep though the Shenango Valley and the wider world.  But it is so much better for us to lift up our voices in praise and join in Jesus’ triumphal procession of saving, self-giving love, a procession that started on the Mount of Olives, moved into Jerusalem, stopped in Allen Hall, went down Irving Avenue, came into this sanctuary and will soon be moving out with you when you leave here this morning.  Lift up your voices in praise of God, or the stones will shout out.