Look! Go! Tell!

Scriptures

Acts 10:34-43                                                 Psalm 118:1-2, 14-24
Colossians 3:1-4                               Matthew 28:1-10, 16-20

Of course, it would be the women who would be visiting the tomb.  The disciples had, all but one, scattered, but Matthew tells us that the women who had followed Jesus from Galilee and provided for his ministry followed Jesus through the horrific events of the past days – Jesus’ arrest, a religious trial held under cover of darkness on charges of blasphemy, a political trial before the Roman governor Pontius Pilate for treason against the emperor – with beatings and spittings aplenty along the way during both trials - Jesus’ condemnation to death, the walk to Golgotha, the crucifixion, and Jesus’ agonizing death on the cross.  The women were there when Jesus breathed his last, amid an earthquake and the veil of the temple tearing in two.  Matthew’s account of the crucifixion even includes, amid the earthquake and the tearing of the veil of the temple, a sort of zombie apocalypse moment in which we’re told that many bodies of the saints were raised and walked into Jerusalem and said howdy! – well, they didn’t actually say howdy, but we’re told that “they walked to the holy city and appeared to many”…since we’re told these were the saints, believers, I guess we can hope they’re more friendly than the zombies in the Walking Dead TV show.  These images of earthquakes and people rising from the grave were images that appeared in the Jewish apocalyptic thought of the day…and Matthew was writing to and for a predominantly Jewish community of converts to the way of Jesus - but to us 2,000 years later, Matthew’s images are unsettling to say the least.  The women were there when the soldiers who had crucified Jesus, in response to all they’d heard and seen, said, “Surely this was the Son of God!”  The women were there when Jesus was taken down from the cross, and the women were there when Joseph of Arimathea, a wealthy sympathizer of Jesus, stepped forward to claim Jesus’ body and give it a proper Jewish burial in his own tomb.  I have to say, none of the 12 male disciples come out of the account of Jesus’ crucifixion looking very impressive.  It’s one of God’s miracles that these guys – these guys of all people– could pass the good news on to future generations. But the women were there – after all, since the guys had scattered, who else but the women would have been present to see, hear, and tell the story of the crucifixion and resurrection.

Following all this upheaval – and following the Sabbath day of rest that followed - it was two women, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary who had come to the tomb with spices for anointing the body.  As they went, the women knew that, at the tomb, they would have some obstacles to deal with.  First of all, Joseph of Arimathea, a wealthy sympathizer of Jesus who had provided the tomb, had rolled a large stone in front of the entrance, to keep the body safe from animals that might mutilate the body.   And then, Matthew’s gospel – and only Matthew’s gospel - tells us that, on request of the Temple religious leadership, Pilate had furnished guards to secure the tomb, lest Jesus’ followers take the body and make claims of resurrection.  Pilate’s guards were there for the purpose of keeping people out of the tomb – they certainly weren’t going to offer any help in rolling away the stone – good luck with that!

Matthew tells us that an angel of the Lord came from heaven to roll away the stone.  The angel hadn’t come quietly, either; we’re told that when the angel came, there was an earthquake.  The guards were completely freaked out; we’re told that they shook and became like dead men.  The women felt the earthquake as well, and I’m sure they were terrified as well, but they stayed their course.  So by the time the Marys got to the tomb, the stone was rolled away, the guards were unconscious….and the tomb was empty.   The angel begins by telling the women, “Do not be afraid!”  Those charged with guarding the tomb had been so overcome with fear that they fainted, but to the women the angel said, “Do not be afraid.”

The angel goes on:  “I know you are looking for Jesus who was crucified.  He is not here; for he has been raised, as he said.  Come, see the place where he lay.  The go quickly and tell his disciples:  “He has been raised from the dead, and indeed he is going ahead of you to Galilee; there you will see him.  This is my message for you.”  With fear and great joy, they began to do as the angel said and ran in to Jesus himself, who said “Greetings!”  The women came to Jesus, took hold of his feet – likely to be sure he wasn’t a ghost, as ghosts were supposed to sort of float along rather than walk - and yep, there were solid feet there, toenails and bunyons and all, along with some nail holes – and worshipped Jesus.  Jesus again said, “Do not be afraid” and instructed the two women to tell the guys to meet him in Galilee.  So it was that, not only in Matthew’s gospel but in all four gospels – it is the women who are the first witnesses to the resurrection, the first to look, go, and tell.

The Gospel accounts of the crucifixion and resurrection – and particularly Matthew’s gospel – leave us with images that may have us scratching our heads.   With his apocalyptic images of earthquakes and dead saints coming out of their graves – images not included in the other Gospels - what is Matthew trying to tell us?

Many inside the church and many outside the church – think of Christianity in very individualistic, private terms – Jesus is something that makes us feel good inside.  Or, for nonbelievers, Jesus makes other people feel good inside.  And I don’t want to minimize that at all.  The joy of salvation is very real.  The old song “He lives” ends with these words

You ask me how I know He lives: He lives within my heart.

But what happens when we wake up on the wrong side of the bed and we’re not feeling especially warm and fuzzy, when, at least for the moment, “we’ve lost that lovin’ feeling and it’s gone, gone, gone, woooah.woah woah….”  Or if you’re like me and for whatever reason your emotional makeup just doesn’t allow for a lot of warm fuzzies.  What happens when you’re trying to listen to Jesus and nothing’s coming.  Does it mean that Jesus doesn’t live in my heart anymore, or maybe Jesus took a week off for vacation down the shore, and I’ll have to wait until Jesus gets back from the Wildwood and over the Ben Franklin bridge until I feel warm and fuzzy again? Or worse yet, did Jesus die within my heart?

I think part of what Matthew is doing is inviting us to think beyond our own individual emotional highs and lows, to think of Jesus in bigger terms.   The resurrection is about us, but it’s not only about us.  As Matthew tells the story, with his images of earthquakes, the death and resurrection of Jesus are literally earth-shaking events, events of cosmic importance.  When Jesus dies, the veil of the Temple, the boundary line between the Divine Presence and the divinely created but humanly messed up world, is gone – and so God’s presence is available to all, Jewish high priest and Joe Schmoe from the Poconos alike.  The lines between the living and the dead are blurred, as departed saints come out of the ground and appear to their families, and even more so as those soldiers appointed to guard a dead body faint and become like dead bodies themselves, and the one being guarded rises to life.   Society’s boundary lines that put men in charge are blurred, as women are commissioned to become apostles to the apostles, the first ones to carry the message.  Later, the lines between Jew and Gentile will become blurred, as Peter declared in our reading from Acts when he said, “I truly understand that God shows no partiality, but in every nation anyone who fears him and does what is right is acceptable to him.”   Slowly, over many centuries, the church would continue to learn and continues to relearn the lesson that God shows no partiality of nationality, of race, of gender, that across all these categories, all who reverence God and do what is right are acceptable.

The angel told the women, “Do not be afraid.”  In writing the script for the movie he’s making here at Emanuel, our resident film-maker, Shawn, shared with me that he struggled with the dialogue for his angels – yes, his script includes two angels, and I’m not one of them.  Shawn asked himself, “How do angels talk to one other – what kind of things would one angel say to another.”  I couldn’t answer Shawn’s question – I haven’t the foggiest notion how angels talk to one another - but almost without exception, every time angels appear to human beings in Matthew’s, Mark’s, and Luke’s gospels, the first words out of their mouths are “Don’t be afraid.”

That’s really the bottom-line message of Easter: Don’t be afraid.   Don’t be afraid.   God knows, in our world, with environmental degradation and economic injustice and political shenanigans, in our lives, with the passing of loved ones, with physical or mental illness, struggling or broken relationships, addiction, and despair, and all the day-to-day frustration life offers, there’s plenty to be afraid of.   Our problems can overwhelm us, if we let them.  But the message of the angels at the empty tomb is the message of Easter: “Don’t be afraid!  Don’t be afraid!  Despite all the injustice, pain, suffering and death of Good Friday, Jesus is not here in this tomb.  Jesus is alive, he’s ahead of you – and he’s inviting you and you and you and me and all of us to meet him there.  Indeed, that’s really a good picture of the mission of the church – to discern where Jesus is and meet Jesus there.  Last Sunday, which was Palm Sunday, I said that Friday would soon be here, and it wouldn’t be pretty….but Sunday’s coming.  And now Sunday is here, with its message, “Don’t be afraid.”  What we think is the end, is only a new beginning.  Every resurrection begins with a crucifixion….but crucifixion is not the end.  We must not try to put a period where God has placed a comma.

Jesus met the women in the garden, but he did not leave them there.  Jesus invited them and the other disciples to meet him in Galilee – Galilee, where Jesus’ ministry had started.  Matthew’s Gospel comes full circle, ending where it began, but with an entirely transformed cast of characters.  On a high mountain, perhaps the mountain of transfiguration, the disciples worshipped Jesus, though – as Matthew tells us – some doubted.   And that’s ok – nowhere does it say that Jesus told the doubters to leave the mountaintop.  Doubts are just mileage markers on the road of faith.  To those who tell me they have no faith, my standard response is “You may not believe in God, but God believes in you.  You are a beloved child of God – even though you may not believe it, never, never forget it.”

God gave the disciples a mission that is also our mission – “All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me.  Go, therefore – therefore, because I’ve been given authority, some of which I’m delegating to you – Go therefore and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them – just as Jesus taught, as during the Sermon on the Mount – teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you.”  And then comes that great promise, the promise that has sustained the church throughout 2000 years and has sustained us at Emanuel for over 150 of those years:  “Remember, I am with you always – always – no matter whether you’re feeling my presence or not – I am with you always, even to the end of the age.”  Jesus…with us always….always.  That’s the promise.  We have Jesus’ word.

We began our service today with the words “Alleluia! The Lord is risen!  He has risen indeed, alleluia!  The resurrection is not only about us, but it is about us – about Christ’s love for us, about our alleluias in response to Christ’s love, and about our mission of proclaiming the message, “Alleluia! The Lord is risen indeed!” to our neighbors – to look for the resurrection and to point out to our neighbors the signs of resurrection amid all the crosses of our broken world.  Now I invite you to help me finish my sermon, using the words with which we began the service.   “Alleluia, the Lord is risen!  He has risen indeed!  Alleluia!” Amen.