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Foundry United Rev. |
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Not for This Life Only Easter
Sunday Sunday, March 27, 2005 |
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I Corinthians 15: 12-24 John 20: 1-18 Rev. |
About a
decade after the first Easter, when the Apostle Paul wrote his letter to the
church in Sometimes
we suppose that people who lived thousands of years ago were more credulous
than we are today...that somehow it was easier for them to believe in miracles
and signs and wonders and resurrections than it is for us today. But this is
not necessarily true. In fact, when it comes to death, those who lived in the
time of Jesus were more aware of death and its reality and its finality than
most of us are today. In those days, loved ones didn’t die in hospitals or
care facilities. They died at home. It was not funeral directors but family
and neighbors who anointed their bodies and prepared them for burial. Bodies
lay in their own beds in their own homes until they were buried. Loved ones
watched with their own eyes and felt with their own hands what happens to the
human body after death. It was no easier for the people of Jesus’ time to
believe in resurrection than it is for us today. Only a
few years after the first Easter, there were already Christians who loved
Jesus and who loved Jesus deeply, but could not buy the notion of Jesus’
resurrection or theirs. This should be some consolation to us – 2000 years
later – in this age of incredulity in which we live. One of
my seminary professors Leroy Rouner a couple of years ago edited a book of interfaith
essays on the topic of life after death.[i] In his introduction to the book, he lets
out the secret that if you were to poll theology professors from mainline
Protestant seminaries on the question of life after death, he believes that the
majority would find the idea to be intellectually difficult to accept. I know
that in a congregation as well read and as thoughtful and free-thinking as
ours, that there are some of us here this morning who have difficulty
believing in resurrection, especially our own resurrections and our life
after this life. And the first thing I want to say this glorious Easter
morning is that, if this is true for you, if you find the idea of your own
resurrection intellectually difficult to believe, there is a place for you in
God’s story and in God’s plan, because you have been part of the church of
Jesus Christ since day one. You have served God and Christ faithfully
throughout the centuries. You have given yourself to be martyred when the
times have required it. You have served Christ with great faithfulness and
sacrifice. And you need not be ashamed. However,
the word of the Apostle Paul to us this morning – those of us who have
intellectual difficulty believing in our own resurrections – the word of the
Apostle Paul is the word of sadness and pity for us, because we miss part of
the joy of Christian discipleship. We let the limits of our imagination and
understanding get in the way of receiving the full gift of what it means to
be a follower of Jesus Christ. Paul
tries to tell the Christians at First,
that our hope in Christ is too large to be limited to one lifetime. Our hope
in Christ is too large to be contained in one lifetime. We are
like the strange man of faith Annie Dilliard had as a neighbor when she lived
on a remote island off the We are
like that – part of a great and seemingly impossible experiment to teach a
divided humanity how to love, a violent humanity how to live in peace, a
selfish humanity how to share. And no one of us in our lifetime will see more
than a tiny glimpse of the hope that we live by or understand the full scope of
what God is managing to do through us. So we baptize generation after
generation. We teach them, as best we can, the hope that we have received in
Christ. We confirm them in the faith, and trust them to live out this hope in
their generation and place in ways that exceed our understanding and then to
pass it on to the generations to come.
But the
Apostle Paul insists that we are not just heroes and martyrs who sacrifice
ourselves for a hope that we will never participate in. He insists that we are
part of the glory yet to be. Our faith is not a celebration of faithfulness
in the face of defeat, generation after generation, but a confident hope in
the victory of love in which we will participate. Our faith is not the story
of a righteous death, but the story of life and life more abundant and life
eternal in which we share. I don’t
know the technology of it, and neither did the Apostle Paul, but he believed
that God has not asked us to give ourselves for a reality in which we will
not participate. When war is finally ended, we will participate in eternal
peace. When hunger is finally ended, we will feast at the table where all
humanity is fed until we are full. When racism and sexism and heterosexism
and ability-ism and all the other isms we don’t even have a name for yet are
finally ended, we will share in the new world of acceptance and love. When
all of the religions of the world have finally come to realize that each one
of us sees only in part and the whole of God is greater than any of our
partial sight, we will share in that new life of full and true worship. Those of
us who have gone before us will share in a reality they have never imagined,
and those of us who live now and who will soon die will share in a glory that
is beyond our imagination now. We are not heroes and martyrs; we are victors
with Christ in the love of God. And we participate in the world that is yet
to be. The
second thing that the Apostle Paul says to those of us who in our time and
age find it difficult to believe in our resurrection – the other thing he
says is that the work of Christ in us is greater than our lifetimes. God has
begun a work in each and every one of us which is greater than one lifetime
can contain, and death will not end its completion. When the theologian
Jurgen Moltman was asked to speak on the topic “Is there life after death?”
he concluded by saying: “I believe that God will complete the work which
[God] began with a human life. If God is God, even violent death cannot stop
God from doing so. So I believe that God’s history with our lives will go on
after our deaths, until that completion has been reached in which a soul
finds rest.”[iii]
This is
what, even with my incredulous mind, I am sometimes almost able to grasp on
my better days – that God has begun something in my heart and in my life
which is not near completion yet. And it is so strong and powerful that, on
my better days, I can grasp that even death will not stop it. Sometimes
congregations laugh when I say this, but this is why I am attracted to the
idea of purgatory or reincarnation or something like it. Because I don’t believe
that God will give up on me or on you, even after we have died. The most
powerful thing in my life has been the growth of the love of Christ in me and
I can’t help but believe that that is stronger than even death itself. I
believe there are men and women, even some I have known, who have died racist,
but who aren’t racist anymore. I believe there are men and women, some of
whom I have know, who have died addicted to greed, who aren’t greedy anymore.
I believe that there are those who died hating themselves because the society
taught them to hate themselves, who love themselves now. I don’t believe that
the work of God in our life is ended by death until we have become like
Christ and can rest in him. I don’t
think, either, that this is merely about you and me as individuals. I think
this is about us, as the There
is something heroic, I think, about those followers of Christ who, from the very
beginning, have followed Christ even when they were unable to believe in
their own resurrection. Even when they had no hope for themselves personally,
they were still able to follow Christ. But our
faith does not call us to be that strong. Our faith does not call us to be
heroes and martyrs. Our faith invites us to trust our lives, to give our
lives to a God who will care for us for ever, a God in whom we will live even
when we have died. The great hope is that our pride, our pride in our own
intellectual grasping, our pride in our own need to figure things out and to
make sense – the hope is that that pride will not keep us from receiving the
joy and the good news of this Easter. |
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