Easter Sunday, April 5, 2015
&Scripture Readings: Mark 16:1–8, 1 Corinthians 15:1-11, Psalm 118 (VU p 837, parts 1, 2,and 3 Responsively), John 20:11-18
Any of you remember an old radio show called “The Rest of
the Story”? Paul Harvey would have some
nugget of information with a surprise twist in it, and it would always be left
hanging until after the commercial, when Paul would bring in a punch line that
would make us go, “wow, I didn’t know that!”
In some ways, our gospel readings could be seen a little
like that. We have Mark’s gospel, where
the three ladies go running out without telling anyone. End of story, end of Mark’s gospel. What a cliff-hanger. And then we have the
gospel of John, where there is a much more detailed encounter, and Mary goes to
get more witnesses to figure out what happened.
John gives us the ‘rest of the story’, all tidied up, and leading on to
greater things.
We also had a third reading, Paul’s retelling of his Easter
experience, in which he, who wasn’t even one of the original band of followers. this is the oldest written account of Easter,
written before Mark and John ever got out their pens and tried to get it down
on paper. Paul says, “You know this, you
have heard it, you know the people who have told you what they saw”.
Three different reactions, three different views, three
different tellings. We dislike that, we
modern scientific people. We want our
stories to come in nice packages, starting with “once upon a time” and ending
with “and they lived happily ever after”.
We want closure, completeness, sensible and rational, logical
progression. Modern people would ask,
“which version is right?” and if they couldn’t pick one, they might conclude,
“these are all nonsense.”
We are hung up on closure.
We think that things should have tidy endings, that our emotions can be
boxed up like Easter decorations once the chocolates are all eaten, that we
have an expiry date on traumatic experiences, and that we only need to deal
once with bad situations before we move on. We want the easy answers and living
with an open-ended story only causes us stress. Tell us which of the stories is right,
Mark, Paul or John, and let us get on with things.
I think that it is possible to have a variety of stories
that all are true witnesses to the first Easter. I remember one Easter when I thought I would
surprise everyone at my kid’s school. I had
a gig as the Easter Bunny to give out chocolates at a mall. So I talked to the teachers and they thought
it would be fine if I showed up at recess.
Everything went as planned, kids were coming over and getting hugs, and I
was having a grand time. A teacher came
rushing up to me and told me I had to leave right away. One of the children was having a panic
attack! It was full blown,
hyperventilation, tears, beet red face, and crying!
If you had asked the kids on the playground what they had
experienced when they saw a 6 foot tall bunny on the playground, most of them
would have said, “the Easter Bunny, of course”.
If you had asked the teachers, they would have said, “a parent
volunteer”. But for one little child, they
would have said, “a big tall thing with huge scary eyes that was staring at
me.”
Our scriptures are like that. John’s gospel says that the first Easter was
a private, beautiful thing that turned sadness into joy, lonely heartbreak into
comfort and reconciliation. It was the
gospel that inspired the hymn, “I Come to the Garden Alone”, a retelling of Mary
Magdalene’s experience with Jesus by the empty tomb. Paul’s story says that it came to an ever
widening community, that many people still remember that experience, meeting
and seeing Jesus in a way that profoundly transformed them into saints and
leaders. Mark’s gospel tells that it was
so surprising that it shocked the three women who experienced it, shocked them
so much that they didn’t speak of it.
Terror and amazement. Terror
perhaps in the fact that if this reversal of what is natural, what does it
mean? What would it mean to us today if
we really believed that there was a God? What if there was the potential of you
and me having an actual experience where we came in contact with the Living
God? With Christ?
I may never put my hands in the nail wounds of Jesus, but I
have heard stories of encounters with the sacred that have profoundly changed
people. I have witnessed folks get their
courage back, find the ability to walk in dark times, face their addictions and
heal their hurts. I have seen sinners
strive to be saints, and have heard stories that would make you weep, of people
who were locked in dark tombs of their own, who have heard the message of the
angels, “do not be afraid, you will find what you are looking for!”
We gather together on Sunday mornings to share that good
news, to hear each other’s stories, and to help each other along the way as
best we can. We gather to heal, to talk,
to pray and to watch for signs of the Easter story in our lives. We gather because for us the story of Jesus
has no closure, but is a story that continues to inspire, challenge and
transform us. We gather because Jesus
keeps appearing, keeps breaking open our tombs and letting light in, pulls off
the darkness and gloom, and accompanies us on our journey. We gather, as I did four years after that
recess fiasco, with my bunny head in my hand, to show the now 12-year old that
it was just a big fancy kind of hat that I wore, and that it was still the same
person under the hat. I wasn’t just a
parent volunteer, I also happened to be this child’s Sunday School teacher, and
while it didn’t quite take away the terrors, it was a comfort to know that the
big staring eyes had a caring person behind them. They faced their fears and so they too became
transformed by something hidden, something surprising, and something that at
the heart of things was about love. Maybe
that is the key, behind the big staring eyes of our understanding of God is a
caring love that risks all, even fleshy life to witness to the Covenant of Love.
And now you know that the rest of the story is your story, your witness, your
journey. May you be saints for others
and share your joyful halleluiahs as others have been saints for you. Amen.
1 comment:
Thanks for sharing this! Mavis
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