Wednesday, April 4, 2018

Fear


Charlotte Collins Reed
Christ Church Episcopal
April 1, 2018

Easter

          When I was a child, Easter meant two things-lots of chocolate and a scratchy white dress.  My sister and I would race downstairs on Easter morning, knowing that if we did not get to the Easter baskets before our little brother did, all the good chocolate would be gone.  Because my sister and I were the only granddaughters on both sides of the family, our grandmothers always made sure my sister and I had new white dresses for Easter, and the frillier the better in their eyes.  While we were not thrilled about the dresses, even at a young age we knew that the dresses were gifts of love and we adored our grandmothers.  Easter began and ended with chocolate, and we tolerated the dresses and soaked up the love in the middle.

          The problem with Easter in our eyes was that when Easter was over, the party was really over.  Unlike Christmas, where there were new toys to play with the next day and for weeks and even months to come, on Easter, once the chocolate was gone, which was always by bedtime if not before, there was nothing left but the dress, and we were plenty happy to put the dress away for a while.  Easter was wonderful, but the celebration was completely over the very next day.

          This morning, we hear an Easter story that almost seems to be over before the story begins.  Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of James, and Salome are on their way to the tomb with the sad duty of anointing Jesus’ body for burial.  They are heading to the tomb even though they know full well that Jesus’ body is behind a stone they cannot move.  So, why are they going?  They are neither the first nor the last grieving people to do something that makes no sense!

          When they arrive at the tomb, much to their surprise, the stone has been moved.  Either someone else has come to anoint the body ahead of them, or someone with malicious intent has rolled the stone away.  The women are clearly alarmed when they enter the tomb, where they find a young man dressed in a white robe who gives them this message: “Do not be alarmed. You are looking for Jesus of Nazareth who was crucified.  He has been raised.  He is not here….But go, tell his disciples and Peter that he is going ahead of you to Galilee. There you will see him as he told you.” 

          Jesus is not here.  He has been raised.  We come to church on Easter expecting to see the empty tomb and hear those very words.  We celebrate with festive music, alleluias, and gorgeous flowers.  But the women were taken by complete surprise and have a most different reaction.  The women fled the tomb, for terror and amazement seized them, and they said nothing to anyone for they were afraid.  And those are the final words in Mark’s gospel.

          The women have been criticized relentlessly in the commentaries over the years, having their faith and their discipleship called into question.  Despite the direction of the young man in the tomb to go tell the disciples and Peter, the women fled and said nothing to anyone, for they were afraid.  What kind of faithful response is that to the good news that Jesus has been raised from the dead?

          In the interest of full disclosure, I have to tell you that this is my absolute favorite Easter story.  If the women really understand that Jesus has been raised from the dead, that the bonds of death have been broken and the power of death has been overcome, then they understand that the world has been turned upside down. Now they live in a world where anything is possible and death no longer has the final word. If resurrection can happen, what else is possible? All of the rules are changed now. How do we live in a world like that? Terror and amazement seem to me a perfectly appropriate immediate response to this brand new reality. The women actually understand the far-reaching implications of resurrection.  We know that the women did not keep their silence forever, because we are here. The shock value of resurrection may be lost on us all these years later, but the women understood that nothing, nothing, will ever be the same. I think Mary, Mary and Salome are the ones who actually understand the impact of the Easter message.

How do we live in a world in which Jesus is risen from the dead? We have the gift of hindsight, which the women did not have. The women kept walking to the tomb even though they had no idea how they would move the stone from the entrance to the tomb.  Easter happens every time we keep walking toward challenges that seem impossible, knowing that there is no stone we must move by ourselves. The women were alarmed by the empty tomb. We are blessed with the knowledge that the tomb is empty, but Easter happens every time we join the women in beholding the magnitude of what God has done for us in raising Jesus from the dead. The women fled from the tomb in terror and amazement at the news that Jesus was now in Galilee.  Easter happens every time we go out to meet Jesus in the Galilee of our own lives, the very ordinary places where we live and work day in and day out.  Easter is not just a day with lots of chocolate and scratchy new dresses, or lots of chocolate, wonderful music, beautiful flowers, and the return of the Alleluias.  Easter is a way of life, in which we find Jesus, not sealed in a tomb, but meeting us where ever we go, what ever challenges we face, and promising that there is no stone we must roll away alone.   

                                                                                   Amen.                                                                                            

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