When you think about it, it’s hard to understand how two of Jesus’ disciples would not recognize him. I imagine that they had spent time enough time with him when he was alive to know what he looked like.
But there they are on the road, the morning of the resurrection, and Jesus is walking along slide them. Maybe they are blinded by their grief, by their disappointment in the whole situation. Their hearts heavy with the devastating news about the death of Jesus. Perhaps they have already heard from the women who arrived earlier that morning and reported that the tomb was empty and that Jesus was alive and yet- still were focused on his death. They had hoped that Jesus would indeed be the one to redeemed the oppressed people of Israel. But Cleopas and his friend, could not understand how Jesus could, in fact, come alive and how the transformation of life Jesus had begun could continue. For them, it was all over, it was time to go home.
But “a funny thing happened to them on the road to Emmaus” to borrow a phrase. And their disappointment turns to wonderment. Not recognizing him in on the road, they invited him to sit and eat, a sign of gracious hopstiality that is reminiescnet of other messengers who brought good news of God’s work such as when Abraham welcomed the strangers into his tent was told of God promise that he and Sarah would give birth to a child. Is nothing impossible for God?” the question was asked.
And here, at the evening meal, nothing is impossible for God. The stranger takes bread, says the blessing and then breaks it to share and they suddenlty began to understand. WE cannot know what wen through their mind that night, whether they recalled the glory of Jesus in his last days; remembering how he shared with them the stories of the prophets along the Emmaus road as he also shared with him the teachings of the prophets in times past.
And as suddenly as their eyes were opened- he is gone. We don’t know if Jesus vanished right before their eyes, but we DO know that they had experienced the resurrected Christ. Having witnessed the events of the life and death of the man from Nazareth and now having witnessed him alive in their very midst, they were forever changed. They were not the same as they once were, they can never simple “go back” to a time before. There is only now and there is only the future.
In these great 50 days of Easter Season, these are the days we are to spend on the road to Emmaus, talking, wondering, moving back through our lives. We are there on the road with Cleopas and his friend. We are there with the disciples at the Last Supper. We are asked to remember and tell the stories about what God has done. Our experiences on Sunday mornings and at other times in worship, for example, help us repeat again and again the story of the disciples on the road to Emmaus. We recall the scriptures and the story of God’s Dream for creation and of the Eternal Word made Flesh in Jesus, our Christ.
And when we hear this story of Jesus being at table with his disciples, we recall that powerful moment at the Last Supper, when he gave his closest followers bread and wine, his body and blood, to provide nourishment and meaning and direction.
The road to Emmaus is a road that is both Word and Sacrament. Of Jesus, nourishing us in our journey through life by opening the scriptures to us and of Jesus, nourishing us around tables at which he gathers us.
Word and Sacrament are both critically important to us as Epsicopalians. And I know many of you who are watching or listening miss Communion. It is a vitally important part of our Church’s expression of faith as well as our own.
The two on the Road or Emmaus wonder in awe after Jesus disappeared- they said, were not our hearts burning while we were traveling and he was talking to us on the road?
And now our hearts are burning at the prospect of being able to worship again in the church with Holy Communion. I promise you that we will again gather here around this table for the celebration of the Holy Eucharist. There are active discussions on how we might do this and what that might look like in the near future. We do not know when this will be but it certainly wont be until after mid-May.
But until we are able to feast on the Sacrament of the Body and Blood of Christ we will have to settle for feasting on the Word of God. For even before there was the Bread and Wine, “In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God and the Word was God.” My point being my brothers and sisters is that the word of God still resonates in our minds and hearts, and enables us to experience the reality of love and grace and the one-ness we have with God and each another. It is that same word of God that comes to us in Acts through Peter’s speech that has hearts repent and turn to God. 1 Peter that reminds us that we “have been born new, not of perishable but of imperishable seed, through the living and enduring words of God.” Everything is focused on the love that is God – that is the resurrected Jesus in our presence. “Wasn’t our hearts burning on the road?” they said to each other.
How will you walk with the resurrected Jesus throughout the rest of the week, at work and home, at school and play? Allowing that imperishable seed of love planted inside of us to grow and flourish?
Like the disciples on the road to Emmaus, we can overcome our discouragement, our sense of being lost, and see life re-born. The resurrected Jesus who walks with us and talks with us will show us that the forces of evil and destruction- that this global pandemic- will not prevail against the power of love.
When Cleopas and his companion began to realize that they had experienced the resurrected Jesus, they recognized that their hearts had been burning as he taught them on the road. They responded to their experience by going to Jerusalem to tell the others.
Can we, too, recognize the resurrected Jesus in the experiences of our lives? Will we, too, feel our hearts burning? Or will we miss the opportunity, ignoring it as minor indigestion?
When we encounter the resurrected Christ in our midst, we will respond in joy and faith and commitment, as did the two men on the road to Emmaus. We will respond by moving from where we are, renewed by the resurrected Jesus and ready to challenge what Peter in today’s epistle called “a corrupt generation”?
The disciples discovered on the road to Emmaus that Jesus could be, and was, alive again, that God’s work begun in him could go on among his followers. I pray we will become like them. That our hearts, will burn with the desire of the resurrected Jesus. That we will continue to nourish ourselves on the Sacrament of the Word so that when we gather again to break bread, Christ will be no stranger. That the love that continues to burn in us will be a light that others will use to recognize God’s loves.
The gift of Emmaus awaits. Wherever you are on that road, pray that when the Risen Lord comes to you, your eyes may be opened so you can behold him in all his glory; and then, renewed in faith, run to tell others the Good News. Amen.
Right now, we want to touch Jesus.
I know that it’s hard to believe, but it’s only been 5 Sundays since March 15th, the last time we were in this worship space and had Eucharist. You remember what that was like? Of course we do.
The elements of bread and wine are brought forward, we offer them up to God to give thanks and to hear the story of the night before he died he took bread, said the blessing and then gave it to his friends and said, “take eat this is my body given for you do this in remembrance of me. Likewise after supper he took the cup of wine, and said, Drink this all of you, this is by blood of the new covenant, shed for you and for many for the forgiveness of sins, drink this in remembrance of me.”
Praying the prayer that Jesus taught us, we come forward with the invitation of The gifts of God for the People of God.
And we come forward to hold out our hand and touch the Body of Christ in the form of communion bread.
Prior to the 1970’s Since the 1960s and 70’s the Episcopal Church did much to teach and change its approach to worship. Some of you might remember a time when Morning prayer was the norm. But for most of our lifetimes, and certainly in my formation as a priest, the Eucharist has been a central part of our worship life together. And we have been better for it. In essence each time we gather, we touch Jesus.
But in this time of COVID, that has not been so. Much of the conversations I have been having with other priests has been about the role communion now has in our lives and how much the members of our congregations miss it and is there anything we can do about it. Even though other Protestant traditions do communion in other ways, what makes the Epsicopal Church different from other denominations is our unique understanding of the Eucharist. For now, we can’t touch Jesus.
And neither could Thomas. We heard in the Gospel of John, a story told in near real time as we witness the disciples on the evening of Easter Sunday holed up in an upper room in fear. Everyone who is left is there except one. Thomas.
Thomas missed the interaction as they recounted it to him, it sounded fastastic. He could not believe that the Lord had somehow been physically in their presence, even if it was a for a short time.
Thomas makes that infamous statement- unless I am able to touch Jesus, I won’t believe.
Many people, like Thomas, struggle with the continuing presence of Jesus following his resurrection. And May people, like Thomas, are always looking for proof. As Christians, we make bold and rather unusual claims: the leader of our religion was executed, buried, and then came back to life to walk the earth only to be lifted up into heaven on a cloud.
But none of us were there. None of us were in the room with those disciples. None of us touched Jesus.
The Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King junior is reported to have said, “take the first step in faith. You don't have to see the whole staircase, just take the first step.” Jesus appeared again in that small room with the disciples we're gathered to make a point of visiting Thomas. When our hearts are open, we are able to receive the presence of the risen Christ. The Lord God is with us in our darkest moments and in our happiest times.
With the restrictions in place, we are holed up in our rooms. We have the doors locked in fear. We are told not to go out in public- except for the essentials like food or medicine. Even then we wear a mask for fear that either we might be an unwitting carrier and breathe one some one or come in contact with the Coronavirus through someone else.
And we are eager to see and touch Jesus again. Perhaps not exactly like Thomas, but Thomas in many ways through both his desire to believe and his doubt, he speaks for us.
He speaks for us when, in that moment he is able to connect with Jesus, he says “My Lord, and my God!” And Jesus is speaking TO us when he Blesses us and teaches us again about having the faith to believe.
Eventually, all of the 11 do bear witness to the resurrected Christ. And they will go on to tell the
We can bear witness to the living God because of those who saw him. The disciples attested to the resurrected Jesus, first by their confusion at the tomb, and then by providing evidence to the resurrected Christ through his two visits. They were able to tell others about the wounds in his body. Even Thomas could tell the story, because Jesus ensured that his wandering friend had the proof he needed in order to fully believe.
Thomas is told, Blessed are those who believe and have yet not seen. On the one hand this may come as a indictment of Thomas’ doubt, but on the other hand, Jesus wasn’t scolding Thomas. Jesus was affirming Thomas’ will to believe. He was encouraging him ot have faith.
As resurrection people, faith is what guides us. It is more than just a five-letter word. It requires the use of our senses. Faith requires us to hear God and feel the Holy Spirit in our lives. The faith that Jesus tried to inspire in his disciples is the same faith God hopes for us now. And though WE may never ge tot touch Jesus in the way that Thomas did, to know the marks of the naisl in his hands and to feel the scar in his side, we know through faith, tht Jesus rose from the dead.
This is Peter’s great profession in his speech in the Book of Acts. Jesus died and was placed in a tomb. Yes Jesus was no ordinary man, and the tomb was not his final destination. God raised him from the Dead on the third day. He returned to the disciples for them to carry the news not of his death but of his triumphant victory over the grave to the rest of the world.
As we continue to celebrate these great 50 days of Easter, we are encouraged have the kind of faith that guides us to the live the kind of lives that Jesus envisioned and commissioned them to do in making disciples of others.
Faith is a daily, ongoing exercise. It is a risk. Doubts arise. We struggle with God. And hopefully, faith grounded in the goodness of God triumphs — even when we do not have all the answers and life doesn’t make sense. Even when we can’t come to church, or gather with our loved ones, when we can’t make Eucharist. Even when we can’t touch Jesus.
The author of Hebrews writes, “Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.” Faith is not void of doubt, but requires a daily commitment to developing our spiritual walk despite life’s uncertainties and sometimes cruelties.
Faith doesn’t take away our doubts, but is strengthened by them. And faith doesn’t deliver us from our problems and head aches, but gives us the strength to persevere through them and lead others as well as they navigate around the abyss of nothingness.
May God bless us in our unbelief. May his resurrection power be at work in our lives as we learn to allow our doubts to strengthen our faith.
Alleluia, Christ is Risen- the Lord is risen indeed, Alleluia.
It is a joy filled proclamation. It is a proclamation that is rooted in mystery, a proclamation that defies logic. We who are weary with the weight of our present time, we have the audacity to shout words of praise.
“Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia.” Given that we put those words away for the season of lent, it now first and foremost on our lips. But would those be the first words we utter if faced with the reality that Mary faced?
In our Gospel, Mary is caught up in her grief. Her first words are not words of praise. She speaks to the man whom she assumes the gardener and says to him, “Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have laid him, and I will take him away.”
Even though Jesus continued to talk about his resurrection among his disciples, Mary is stuck in a feedback loop. She is thinking, where is Jesus? Where is he, where did he go? Did someone take him? In fact she runs to the disciples to tells them, “They have taken the lord out of the tomb and we do not know where they have laid him.”
She is looking for Jesus, where SHE thinks he should be- in the tomb, and when she doesn’t find him there, she weeps. She misses the angel dressed in white, sitting where the body of Jesus had been laid. “Woman,” she is asked, “ why are you weeping?”
She replies, “they have taken my Lord and I do not know where they have laid him.” This is a long way from a shout of Alleluia!
Mary is caught up in what the rev. Joslyn Ogden Schaefer describes as “crucifixion vision.”
Crucifixion vision is a way of seeing and perceiving the world that makes us thing that Sin and Death are in charge. Crucifixion vision tricks us into wanting go back into the past, where we long for a “time before.” This vision has us saying I wish we could go back to the good old days when we were younger.
The Crucifixion vision drives deeper the wedge between eh haves and have-nots. It makes us hoard toilet paper, making sure we get ours, ever mind anybody else.
Crucifixion vision assumes that the partisan divide is too great and nothing will ever change in our politics. That the democrats are to blame for our lot in life or that the republicans are to blame for our lot in life; that one is a loser unless one comes in first place regardless of effort.
Death is the end, you can’t take it with you when you die, so you’d better do all you can now to get as much happiness as you can. It has us taking selfies as if to say that it didn’t really happen unless it’s on Instagram or no one would believe you.
I think you begin to see the trend here. This kind of Crucifixion vision is centered on a fictional reality rooted in values that the world tells us we should have.
The values of the world told Mary that Jesus was dead.
His body was placed in the tomb and it should still be there, so if it wasn’t then someone must have taken it. She is paralyzed and stuck. And this doesn’t make Mary weak- rather it makes her human, she speaks the same words we say nearly 2000 years later: Where is the body? where is Jesus?
Can we ever return to a time that was before the COVID Pandemic? Realistically no, no more so than we could return to a time before 9./11 or Pearl Harbor/ or the Overthrow of the Kingdom. Our reality is different. And we still greive the loss of what was.
Like Mary, we are at risk of getting caught in a trap. Like a black hole that warps the fabric of space and time such that nothing can escape it, we look at the bands of cloth in the tomb and we cannot see the angels in front of us. We see only the loss, only what is missing. We cannot see Christ in our midst.
That is until… Mary…. Mary…..
And that’s when it happens: Jesus calls her by name! “Mary!” And when she hears it, she is overcome! She cries out, “Rabbouni! Teacher!”
The Easter moment is one of profound change. She no longer sees that Jesus is “missing’ he is right there. That what he promised at the Last Supper has come to pass!
Mary brings us face to face with the depths of our humanity. Her witness is a mosaic of the human experience—grief and joy; uncertainty and affirmation; depression and determination. This is the true witness of Easter!
Even in the depths of our despair and grief, when things just seem to keep piling up with no end in sight, and even when we just don’t know if we believe it anymore, the God made known to us in Jesus Christ has a way of showing up where we least expect him!
But if we’re not careful, we’ll close the book. And end the story right there. Done deal. Mary recognizes the Resurrected Lord and everyone lives happily ever after. All tied up with the pretty bow like a Hallmark movie.
It is then also distant and historical. It is something that happened way back then to a woman named Mary. It doesn’t happen to us, the resurrection is not happening now.
But it is. We don’t’ say Alleluia Christ WAS risen, we say Christ IS risen.
And Mary? Her role is not done yet. We soon realize that Jesus has a job for her, a mission in fact. He says to her
“…Go to my brothers and say to them, ‘I am ascending to my Father and your Father, to my God and your God.’” The moment that Mary leaves the garden, the Good News of Easter gets loose and begins to transform the world!
Mary bears witness to the fact that, even in the face of death itself, God will have the last word!
Because of her witness to the resurrection Christ, Mary is known as the Apostle to the Apostles. And she continues to teach us that grief and joy, uncertainty and affirmation, are all inescapable parts of our humanity. She teaches us that our vision can change; that our lives of faith aren’t about success or opportunities for advancement; rather, they are holy mysteries that will surprise, unsettle, and transform us. But most important of all, she teaches us that in the resurrection of our Lord Christ, we know that love, hope, and peace will ultimately prevail!
And so, in this Eastertide, may we proclaim that Christ is risen.
The vision that holds us back from seeing the glory of God revealed in the resurrected Christ must be left behind the bands of cloth that like in the darkness of the tomb.
We are people of light. We worship Christ who is the Light of the World . Alleluia! May we proclaim that the risen Christ is not simply in our homes or wherever it is we are, but here, present in the world around us. May we proclaim it, not simply with our lips, but also with our hands and hearts. And as we live into the joy and promise of Easter, may we go forth into the world, looking for the Resurrected Christ in places we may not expect.
Alleluia, Christ is Risen, The Lord is Risen indeed, Alleluia!
Why is this night different from all other nights?
This is the question asked during the Passover seder. On Thursday we heard the of the preparation for the Passover, where the Israelites were told to prepare by sacrificing a lamb and painting its blood on the door posts of the homes so that the final plague of the death of first born would Passover the homes of the Israelites.
Why is this night different from all other nights?
Beloved in Christ: On this most holy night, in which our Lord Jesus passed over from death to life, the Church invites her members, dispersed throughout the world, to linger in vigil and prayer. For this is the Passover of the Lord in which, by virtue of our baptism into his death, into the hope of his resurrection, we celebrate the New Life we have received by his Mercy, awaiting the time when we may gather again around your holy altar.
And with these words begins the Great Vigil of Easter. A careful look at what is printed in the Book of Common Prayer will show that we have adapted it for our current situation, but make no mistake. This is the Passover of the Lord. This is the Christians celebration of when Jesus Christ passed over from death to life.
The Resurrection of Our Lord Jesus Christ is the fundamental event for our community- just as the Passover/Exodus event was and is the fundamental event for the Jewish people. They are both about deliverance, they are both about the miracle of God saving the people from certain death.
Central to this service of the Easter Vigil is the lighting of the Easter fire and the entrance of light into the darkened church. We light the Paschal candle that symbolizes the light of the resurrected and Christ and will burn at all services from now through the Day of Pentecost.
So why is this night different from all other nights. That song, the Exsultet- the first song of Easter that sings to the light says:
This is the night, when you brought our fathers, the children of Israel, out of bondage in Egypt, and led them through the Red Sea on dry land.
This is the night when all who believe in Christ are delivered from the gloom of sin, and are restored to grace and holiness of life.
This is the night, when Christ broke the bonds of death and hell, and rose victorious from the grave
This is the night we celebrate Resurrection. We read in the gospel that Mary and Mary Magdalen went to the tomb on Easter Morning. So perhaps we think that the Resurrection happened in the early hours of just before dawn. Actually, we don’t really know what the actual time was. But we do know this: Christ broke the bonds of death and hell and rose victorious from the grave.
On Good Friday we mourned and grieved. I invited us to consider the innocence we have lost and the things we mourn and grieve as a result of this current pandemic. We are all mourning or grieving something. We greive for the sins that weigh us down. We grieve in the crucifixion and death of Christ; we mourn for those we love but see no longer, we morn for the lost opportunities. But not matter the girefs we carry as we mourn not being able to gather in church; not being able to gather with family and friends in larger groups; having to stay at home or work at home, the resurrection reminds us that grief and loss are not the end. That joy can be ours and as such this night IS different from all other nights.
When we renew our Baptismal vows we are struck by the way our new life is cast: fellowship and prayer, resisting of evil, proclaiming the Good News, respecting the dignity of every person, these all are part of our new life in the risen Christ.
And it is in the risen life of Christ that we live. The Easter Vigil may be an aspect of the rich heritage and tradition of Christian worship that has been with us for more than 1800 years, but we are not here to simply light some candles, read the bible and pray a little.
This service does not happen because we know what happened at the Tomb when the women first arrived. Easter is an invitation for us to discover what this event means for us in our lives, in the lives of others and in the world.
Certainly, there is a part of us that wants to know what Easter is all about - about why or how the resurrection took place. And there is nothing wrong with the very real and human desire to understand what happened- what happened to the soul of the Rabbi from Nazareth when he breathed his last; what happened when the stone was rolled into place and the body lay in the linen bands of death; what happened to the body of Jesus who now stands outside the tomb and speaks to the women.
Tonight is a night we declare victory over death. This is a time to meet the One who changes everything.
Tonight is when we proclaim “Alleluia Christ is Risen and we say the Lord is Risen in deed Alleluia.” We shout it from the roof tops that Jesus Christ is alive- that death does not have the final word.
We believe that Christ is alive and that one day he will return in his second coming. Until that time WE then are he Body of Christ, we are Chrsit’s representatives on this earth. We are that community of the faithful are called to be the very living presence of Christ in the world. Our joyful task is to tell one another and the world that God is real and at work in the world. Whever it is we are we are to give thanks for the ways God’s presence is made known. When we proclaim and live our lives with compassion and mercy; when we uphold and defend the dignity of every human being regardless of their race, gender, sexuality, or political affiliation, or economic status; when we strive to heal the wounds of our earth and its resources we live out the Easter message.
The imagery of the Easter vigil is the imagery of God’s dream and our place in it. Yes, these times and this world seem dark and foreboding. We live in uncertain times but it is a place that the Church has been before. And into this darkness comes a light.
The Light of Christ.
and once this light pierces the darkness the darkness cannot exist. Together, wherever we are, we hold the light of Christ- each of us a beacon of hope for the a dark and dreary world. We have encountered the risen Christ here tonight and our lives are different as a result. Nothing is the same.
So it was for the women, nothing was the same. The tomb is empty and they run and tell the others. They go on to share the stories of the transformational power of Christ. So it is for us as well. Easter ISN’T something we remember. It’s something we live and breathe. How will you live out the resurrected life? How will you become that evidence of living God?
I have to say, there is a part of this that doesn’t feel real. What I mean is that it’s Good Friday, but it doesn’t feel like Good Friday.
Sure the altar is bare. The crosses are draped with black. We are reading the Passion Gospel, but in this moment, there are but two of us here- Angie our organist and me.
On Good Friday, we should be here at the foot of the cross, praying in wonderment about this instrument of torture and death- imagining that we are among the crowd who shouted “Crucify him.” Among the crowds who lined the streets to taunt and throw excrement at the Jesus. No longer celebrated with palms and shouts of “Hosanna!” he is bloodied and beaten, forced to carry the weight of death itself, then nailed to it and lifted high among common thieves.
Hail King of the Jews, comes the mockery from the crowd with an anonymity that rivals cyber bullies on the internet.
Today should be a day of grief. But the church is empty- and I know it’s going to be empty tomorrow and the day after that.
We have been told to stay in our homes. Even more so now, we have been told that we shouldn’t be out at night between 11pm and 5am unless we’re going to work or the hospital or are a first responder. And that’s ok because I’ve always said that generally nothing good happens after 10pm.
So we are all isolated. And even though we are with our families… we find that we are alone.
And in a strange and peculiar way, on this Good Friday, this makes sense. Jesus was alone. All of his core disciples ran away, but some, Mary, wife of Cleopas and Mary Magdalene were there at the foot of the cross, but as he hung there dying, there was no one else hold him up, pray for him, call him. If they did from below they risked the ire of the crowd. In Matthew’s version of the Passion Jesus, says Eli, Eli Lema Sabacthani- which is my God my God why have you forsaken me?”
And as Jesus was alone on the cross, and as we are alone in our homes, maybe those words of Jesus have also crossed our lips, perhaps we wonder if God has forsaken the world in the midst of a pandemic. I don’t think Good Friday is the day to preach on the nuanced question of theodicy or how we reconcile the goodness of God with presence of evil and sickness in the world.
Today is a day about grief. And today is a day we not only grieve for our Lord, but we must also grieve what we have lost. For some of our students, it’s the routine of school, of clubs and sports, and prom and graduation; for others of us it’s going to gym or the “Y;” to kanikapila with our Ukulele group, gather or to chop vegetables and cook soup; serve outreach; go to the beach and lay in the sun on the sand and read a book; have a picnic with your family; there is the grieving that we will not be here together on Sunday to greet the risen Christ with shouts and songs of praise and then go our for brunch or gather with family in homes or whatever it is you do on Easter Morning.
On this Good Friday, I invite you to make a list of these and other things you grieve over as a result of this pandemic. There is some solace in that we are all in it together, but each of us is grieving something
we mourn what we have lost and can never get back.
Good Friday is a day were we sit with pain and tragedy. The death of Jesus is a meaningless death in some ways. He is wrongly accused, convicted and executed. And from all accounts, it seems that, on this day, evil wins. The religious leaders against Jesus, the Roman Empire, even the people who days ago paraded palms for him now reject him- all of them- have won. “It is finished.” He says, and he breathed his last and that is it.
But. Death is not the last word. There is more to come. There is yet mystery in these words for we who live on this side of death, but they reiterate the hope declared in Psalm 139, “If I make my bed in Sheol you are there.”
And in an instant, Good Friday takes a turn.
Jesus prays, ‘Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they do.’ And in doing so offers a hope that transcends the moment A hope grounded in reconciliation and forgiveness.
With arms outstretched on the cross, God is reaching out in grace towards humanity and Jesus is God’s love in the flesh. This moment at the foot of the cross is the culmination of God’s story in the scriptures. A story of a God who pursues humanity in love to the very end and commits not to leaving Jesus in his suffering. Nor for that matter, you and me.
Here is a God that does not act in retribution and wrath but in compassion and mercy, and in love and grace.
But then again we should not be surprised at this, for God’s work in and through Jesus is all about transformation. God takes this cross, on which his only begotten Son is dying, and has for us changed it from being an instrument of torture and death to an instrument of life and hope. We claim this grief for our own and we lift it high enough and color it with stained glass and light it up that it is a beacon on a hill that can be seen from the road below and from the freeway.
Yes we grieve- we grieve for our Lord and we grieve for ourselves, for those who have lost someone to this Virus, and for the way our normal has been forever changed. Because we don’t know how long we will live like this or can live like this.
But let us also remember that Jesus also said, in three days I will rise. The night will give way to the dawn, darkness must give way to light; despair gives way to hope.
O death, O death, where is thy victory? Where, O death where is thy sting?
Death’s victory will be robbed. Even before the Easter morning we glimpse the power over which the darkness has no dominion. Today- this day, there, on the cross, grace is given. Love, divine love, has descended. And it lies there, incarnate.
Our journey to Holy Week continues comma and we have arrived at that night when Jesus gathers with his disciples an offers them a new commandment.
How is this night different from all other nights? Is one of the 4 questions asked at a Seder meal
How is this night different from all other nights?
It is also Passover. In our Old Testament lesson, we read about the very first Passover that happened long ago. When Moses issues instructions to the Hebrews to prepare for the coming of the Angel of death. The Hebrews were enslaved in Egypt and Pharaoh would not let them go despite the plagues that had befallen the Egyptians: blood in the Nile, frogs, lice, livestock pestilence, boils, hail, locusts, and darkness, Now in an ultimate show of force God is about to send the Angel of death to strike down the first born of Egypt.. As a sign of protection the Hebrews are instructed to paint lamb’s blood on the doorposts and the lintel. They are to eat in haste and be fully dressed and ready to go, shoes and all. The blood on the door of the houses will be a sign and death will pass over them. They are to keep this day and remember it, celebrate it as a festival, from generation to generation.
Throughout the millennia and even to this day, Passover is among the most holy of days in the Jewish calendar. Families and friends gather for the Passover seder, a meal of foods rich with symbols such as roasted lamb bone, bitter herbs, Charoset, eggs, and vegetables.
How is THIS night different from all other nights?
On this night, God’s chosen people remember how death swept over Egypt. They tell the story of how they escaped- leaving so quickly in the night that their bread did not have time to rise. They tell the story of how God protected them from the pursuit of the Egyptian soldiers with clouds and a pillar of fire. They remember the sea and the waters as they parted so they could cross on dry land- only to reconnect and drown their pursuers.
They remember the miracle of God’s deliverance and safe passage out of bondage. This Biblical Story is our story too, we claim it so and so we too asked this question with child-like inquiry:
Why is this night different from all other nights?
In this time of pandemic- the answer to the question should be obvious. But sill, on this night we read and hear about Jesus’ commandment to Love. To follow in his example in becoming the servant. On this night, he took things that were familiar and ordinary such as a bowl of water and a towel and gave them new meaning. In the ancient time, foot washing was a functional kindness. It is simply how you also welcomed barefooted or sandaled travelers who walked for hours on hot dusty roads.
But on that night, foot washing became a symbol of love. We have been told how important it is to wash our hands to avoid contracting or spreading germs. Think about it, it’s not just good common sense- it IS an act of love and caring offering to protect those we care about, and strangers alike.
On this night we recall that the Altar represents Christ’s body- we will strip it bare As he was stripped of his clothing before he was crucified. On this night we will recall his death on the cross as we wash the altar as a dead body being prepared for burial. But unlike what happened in the garden of Gethsemane, we do not leave him to pray alone, we surround him with beauty and keep him company as we do what he did, praying for the strength to do what God asks of us as we live on , in a cruel, destructive, and sin filled world.
So why is this night different from all other nights?
On this night, we place on the altar the reserved sacrament giving thanks for the blessing of bread and wine as the body and blood of our Lord in whose death gives life. We sit or stand before theses sacraments and symbols of the God who forgives us, restores us, and makes all things new.
On this night that is different from all other nights, we are called to bear witness to all that makes it different. It’s more than remembering and telling the story of God’s deliverance, more than hearing about the washing of feet. On this night we are given a new commandment. That’s where Maundy Thursday Comes from- the Latin Words Mandatum Novum- or A New Commandment.
And that new commandment is to love one another as I have loved you.
For Jesus and the Church, this loving act of foot washing involves a level of touching and intimacy. When we greet one another and pass the peace we shake hands, hug, offer a kiss of peace. When we present lei, we typically exchange a greeting like a hug or honi the traditional Hawaiian exchange of breath.
Just the other day, my dad happened to be at the commissary. I haven’t seen him in at least two weeks, we talk on the phone, but there we were in the Cereal Aisle, standing six feet part, talking about trying find my mom some ingredient. And I wanted to hug my dad so bad. But not now, not because I thought he had COVID or because I thought I might. We didn’t. And that too is borne of love. And that seems both right and wrong at the same time.
For now, outside of our own immediate household, there is no touching. Physical distancing is the rule of the day. And ironically enough in this time of physical distancing, Jesus still says to us, “do to others as I have done to you.” “Love one another as I have loved you.” We are still called to carry the goods news of the transforming message that God loved enough to send his son into the world; that God loved enough to become human and willingly endured pain and suffering.
Tonight Jesus is calling us to continue his great legacy, to live in to his commandment to love and find new ways to wash feet and nourish bodies and give comfort to people who are in pain; to bring Good News, to help the hungry, the homeless, and the hurting.
What makes this night different from all other nights?
In some ways, absolutely nothing. It is a Thursday among a string of Thursdays in pandemic. But our witness is to tell the story. The story of the hope that lies at end of this dark night. Of God working in our lives- All of our readings tonight show God in action: liberating, serving, taking, blessing, breaking, sharing. But our witness, even in this time, as those bearing the name of Christ, is that we make this night different by laboring with God to not give into the despair and hopelessness of our situation. The Church has been here before in its history- through times and places of plague, famine, war, economic stress and uncertainty. Through it all it continued to bear witness to the to the power of that great commandment to love.
“Love one another” is our mandate for this day. Tonight we lovingly prepare the altar and wash it in preparation for death. Tomorrow we will see love crucified on the hard wood of the cross. Tomorrow we will see love laid in a tomb to be buried and mourned.
Why is this night different from all other nights?
This night is different from all other nights because tonight, wherever we are, we write on our hearts, and teach to our children, Jesus’ command to love one another and care for one another. Through such acts of love, he says, “By this everyone will know you are my disciples.”
Sunday of the Passion: Palm Sunday, April 5, 2020
I think I need to take a moment after hearing the Passion Gospel. Every year, it’s the same, and yet every year, and especially this year, it is different.
It’s the same in the sense that the Church observes the triumphant entry of Jesus into Jerusalem. Each year we would have gathered outside the doors to bless palm crosses and branches and then shout, “Hosanna!” And then sing with great gusto, All Glory Laud and Honor. Every year we would have heard the Passion of our Lord, from when Jesus plans dinner with his friends, to Jesus’ body being sealed in the tomb. There are a lot of details, a lot of parts, and lots of emotions. We hear it and it’s the same each year.
But then again, it’s not. This year, we gather not here at this place, but in our homes, loving one another through physical distance, phone calls, emails, and teleconferencing. Each year we come to this same story and we bring to it all the joys and hurts we live through. There are births, and deaths, sufferings and excitements, mistakes we’ve made and the pain and learning that time has taught us since the last Palm Sunday. This COVID thing of course is more than just an inconvenience. Our separation is but one of the hurts we now live with and bring to God in prayer.
And BECAUSE we know this Passion story so well, it might be tempting for us to gloss over the details and fixate on what we will still celebrate NEXT Sunday. We still have the Triduum- Thursday, Friday, and Saturday services before we get to the main event on Easter morning. We know that Jesus will defeat evil, injustice, and other forms of death, not with the might of kings and armies, but with Love, and Resurrection.
But to know and appreciate the life that will greet us at the empty tomb, we must journey first to the cross. We can’t skip the tragedy to get to the happy ending.
The genius of our heritage as Anglicans and Episcopalians is that in Holy Week, we pull out the big moments in the story, to listen, live them, identify with them, and sit with them. On Thursday we will sit in the moment of Gethsemane. We will be like the disciples while Jesus is at prayer, and struggle to stay alert to the ways God is at work in the world. We will sit through betrayal, and come to grips with the ways we have both confessed our allegiance and denied Christ.
On Friday we will sit in the moment of death. We will journey in the Way of the Cross and hear again the pain and suffering of the Passion. The world will seemingly become dark, and the crowds who lined the streets this day and shout “Hosanna” now cry out “Crucify him.” The brokenness of humanity gathers for the spectacle of public execution. What grief do we now bring to before the cross?
In this story the ordinary all become sacred- used for a holy purpose. There is a donkey and a colt, regular livestock given fro the glory of God. There are plants, like palms, grown naturally and waived to the glory of God. There are cloaks, taken from people’s backs and spread out on the road, also for the glory of God. There will be bread and wine. A table- a table made sacred in the glory of God.
These are every day things, more or less, and they are all made holy. When you gather around your tables this week to eat, there may not be bread or wine, but let that be the table at which Christ is welcomed. And where YOU are welcomed by Christ. It is a table made holy by God’s very presence in your midst.
Jesus is both fully human and fully divine. Paul reminds the Philippians that while Jesus “was in the form of God, [he] did not regard equality with God as something to be exploited, but emptied himself, taking the form of a slave, being born in human likeness.” Even in his own identity, Jesus showed us how something so worldly – his very humanity – his human-ness– can be so holy – divine.
And this Jesus who empties himself to become one of us, will humble himself and do the salves work of washing his disciples feet. There he will give us a new commandment- “love one another as I have loved you.”
We are asked to love. To love those who come to the table, even if we know they will betray us. To love each other enough that it means we must keep our distance and speak to one another through masks. To love in prayer, lifting one another up to God asking for comfort in their loneliness, sickness, recovery, injury, grief, and sorrow. To love with generosity and hospitality in our heart. To love as Jesus loves, who has shown us how to seek and honor the divinity every person we see, and in all the world.
I definitely think I need to take a moment after hearing the Passion Gospel. Every year, it’s the same, and yet every year, and especially this year, it is different. Each year it is an opportunity for us to enter the story- a story of ordinary things being made holy for a purpose. Even the cross is made sacred. What do WE have available to us, as individuals and a community, that we can offer to God and make holy? Look around and see in the day-to-day and take for granted. How can we make what we have, more than just our stuff, but our hands, minds, and hearts- how can we offer them to God in thanksgiving and gratitude, that they may be use to share the Good News of God’s love?
We will hold on to Easter hope, knowing that it will soon be among us. We hold on to Easter hope as we live into the moments of betrayal, grief, injustice, violence, and grief. As we sit with the Passion of Jesus and of what is and what is to come. We hold on to Easter hope as we sit in our own moments of this plague of sickness, isolation, depression, and loneliness.
I miss you all so very much. And I hold on to the Easter hope that we will be together again. Not now, but one day.
Sometimes such hope is all we can hold on to. But THAT hope is the spark that ignites the Easter flame- a fire that is the light to drive away the darkness and reveal all that is holy.
Please continue to love one another and help us share that love. This coming week there are a number of services:
There will be a Maundy Thursday Service at 630 pm.
On Good Friday 11AM Stations of the Cross, and at 12 Noon the Good Friday Liturgy.
On Saturday- An Easter vigil at 630 pm.
And on Easter Morning at 10AM. We will have the Liturgy of the Word and we can bring back that “A” word we’ve put away for the last 6 weeks that I won’t say here.
Please also mark your calendars and check the website for info regarding our Tuesday night Lenten Study on Zoom. We continue with the Letter of 1 Timothy. Our Wednesday Morning 11am Zoom Bible Study is will explore the readings for Easter Sunday.
We are still using Zoom as our preferred platform at the moment. This week we are trying it in both Facebook live and Zoom simultaneously. It’s in the news- a thing called Zoombombing. I have tightened the settings to reduce the chance that someone will hijack the session. You are welcome to share our links with your family or friends, but we ask that you avoid posting them publicly on social media. Maybe have the links point to our webpage.
It occurred to me that the group of volunteers calling on people to ask about prayer and support is a Lei Kukui Aloha- a kukui lei of love and caring. I’ve kind of adopted the symbol of the kukui here at St. Tim’s as a symbol of the light of Christ we share with the world. I am grateful to them for their support and for reaching to every one in our directory. If there is someone you know who could benefit from a call, please let us know either by calling the office directly or through the call team.