Easter Notes
On Friday we gathered in the dark, to reflect on the death of Jesus. This morning, we gather in the dark to reflect on the resurrection of Jesus. When our daughters were little, one of them asked why we didn’t have black Easter eggs. Black is a color for funerals, and Easter is the festival of Christian life, of life everlasting.
The cosmic upheaval of resurrection fits the same cosmic view of the crucifixion. The Bible shows prudence in refusing to describe the resurrection itself, only a message and appearances-these are Biblical signs of God's presence, but the presence of God inbreaking into a new phase of life, of life with us. To what will we be raised? This is a bodily resurrection. Jesus recognizes them and their feelings and speaks and gives plans for the future and still wants to go home to Galilee. For us, heaven will be the one place we can truly call home.
Fear is mentioned 3 times. The guards are fit for a tomb but not the living Jesus; they are as shaken as the earth, for no human guard can stand up against the Guardian of Life. The angelic presence is as dazzling as lightning; lightning is a sign of the presence of God but may also be a bit of a jab against Jupiter/Zeus holding a lightning bolt. The women are told not to be afraid by the angel and by Jesus. Most of us fear death, even if our faith tells us that we have nothing to fear. If the Truth be told, we are afraid of living an Easter life. Guards, inside and outside, prevent us from living in the light. Living a Jesus life would likely put us in danger. Living an Easter life puts us in danger, the danger of being truly happy.
The two named women were doing a kind deed of keeping vigil at the grave, as I assume the guards would prevent entry. Jesus does not go to lord it over the people who conducted his trials, nor his execution; nor does he go to the disciples who fled at first Jesus meets/ accompanies them-the disciples are still brothers. The greeting is really: rejoice. Try to begin to imagine the sheer relief the disciples felt that they were still brothers. Try to imagine their sheer shock that the buried Jesus was the living Jesus? Rejoice we do as well. We cannot assume that the resurrection of Jesus would perforce imply our resurrection. Why wouldn’t it be God’s blessing on his life alone? Only because we are brothers and sisters with Jesus Christ that we live in the spirit of Christ, can we find that hope.
Is. 25 lives again at Easter, as we wait still for the shroud to be lifted. Resurrection story does help dry our tears. The burial shroud is lifted from us as God points to resurrection, not death, to restoration, not destruction. Maybe Jesus recited these words at the resurrection, or maybe God spoke them. I’m delighted that the men’s group continues its tradition of giving us an Easter breakfast feast. Instead of the mercy lunches we host at a funeral, it is Isaiah’s party, where the wake we note is the eventual death of Death.
Resurrection is more than the reviving of a corpse. It is a new life. Still, it holds together the life we live. I find it comforting that even at resurrection, Jesus wants to go back home to Galilee. We speak of the March madness of the basketball tournaments. It is not March madness to hold that the Lord of life is the Lord of the living. Easter people keep their faces turned resolutely to the rising sun. Easter people look toward tomorrow’s open promise. We cannot start our deaths too early; we are never too old to live in earnest.
As we close this service, the light is breaking. Every morning the darkness of death retreats. This Easter Sunday light announces that death will not win in the end. We have to look hard in early spring for signs of new life ready to emerge. I see tiger lily coming out, and lettuce is planted. All of the natural analogies fall short of the full light of Easter. Easter is an utterly new thing. At the first creation, God said let there be light. In this new creation, God says at Easter, let there be life. Easter does seem too good to be true. Easter is coming face to face with the goodness of the God of life. Easter eggs are the color of life.