We cannot know if Pilate slept easy that night, but we can surmise the chief priests and pals did, knowing that trouble maker was done and gone, and business as usual can proceed without troubling interruptions and inconvenient questions. Their illusions shattered they hid in fear of the same fate. And early in the morning in the dark before light, only Mary Magdalene ventures out unseen in the hushed shadowed lanes before the still sleeping city awakens. It is Sunday — the day after the Sabbath — the first day of the week.
This is a new day — the beginning of new creation. Light is beginning to overcome darkness, the new light that is the new life of humanity. In the trauma of her loss, perhaps she goes just to touch the tomb of Jesus, perhaps still struggling with disbelief.
What she sees defies all expectation. An empty tomb! All her expectations of Jesus have been shattered and now this new affront. Someone has stolen the body, ripping away her sole consolation. What else could it be? She runs and tells the others. They saw an empty tomb, they dimly understood, pieces are starting to come together — could it really be true? Something of the personal connection with Jesus is beginning to be not just restored, but put on a whole new basis. Mary again arrives at the tomb. Two angels flank an empty space just as in the mercy seat in the holy of holies in the temple.
We are to understand that she stands at the new dwelling place of God on earth.
The way those in the synagogue expressed themselves shows that they did not recognize that the powerful work they had witnessed revealed Jesus to be the promised Messiah. For the average of seven to ten adults each Sabbath and about as many children we felt that this would have to suffice as our little church for the present. Where would we be if he didn't die for us? If we store our minds with good things, we will be strengthened as we draw upon them in time of trial and temptation. Sometimes too much so! The God of Revelation Rev.
Two thousand years later we still have not assimilated that traumatizing event. Mary is still confused and disoriented. She still insists someone took the body of Jesus.
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Even as Jesus speaks to her she does not recognize him. Whom are looking for? How could she? Jesus has been risen. Mary goes to embrace him. Jesus is saying this is not restoration of old reality. This is not reversal of history and now I have my old Jesus back again.
Reliable expectation and secure categories are not being put back in place. And everything must change. We are now to relate to God not as hoary thunderer tobe feared and appeased, not as cosmic fate that we must submit to in blind obedience, not as vapidly abstract unmoved prime mover, but as Father. The resurrection is our new reality. The greater reality imploding in the resurrection is traumatizing indeed. We are always so much more comfortable in reducing God to our own terms.
It is really a platitudinous metaphor for the eternal triumph of life, or beauty, or truth. That sort of thing disturbs no-one and makes no difference whatsoever in how we live our lives. That sort of reassuring thing does not challenge our categories and does not disturb our egocentric view of things.
Of course we cannot understand how the resurrection occurred or what God really means by the promise of our resurrection in a restored humanity.
We together in this new reality breaking through our old settled small minded selfish ways and making us one people of the resurrection. Let us all enter into the joy of the Lord! Sober and slothful, celebrate the day!
Feast royally on it, the calf is a fatted one. Let no one go away hungry. Partake, all, of the cup of faith.
Enjoy all the riches of His goodness! Let no one fear death, for the Death of our Savior has set us free.
He has destroyed it by enduring it. He destroyed Hell when He descended into it. O death, where is thy sting? O Hell, where is thy victory? Christ is Risen, and you, o death, are annihilated! Christ is Risen, and the evil ones are cast down! Christ is Risen, and the angels rejoice! Christ is Risen, and life is liberated! And I have tried to imagine what it would be like if Jesus were here with us, tonight.
What might our conversation be like. So with some trepidation, I invite you to imagine with me. With us! Look, we are having a meal, to remember your last meal with your disciples.
Ah yes. Of course. My washing feet at the meal seems to have made a deep impression on the church. There are a lot of pictures imagining what that was like. I see you have a few. This icon minimally represents the scene and what I did. This picture is full of detail, the artist imagining what we all looked like as I washed feet.
Pictures like this are the most common. Here is a picture that shows the tension between Peter and me. But something is missing in these pictures.
This one is closer to what I intended. You know, my first disciples always seemed to have a hard time understanding what I was trying to tell them. There was the time I told them a story about a farmer who planted seed where it would not grow, or at least would not grow well — in rocky soil, among weeds, along the path were birds could eat it — and some in good soil where the seed produced good grain. While I thought it was obvious that I was talking about my teaching and the word of God, I had to explain the story to them.
There was the time when we were all in a boat going back to Capernaum. This was after a lot of people had been fed with a couple of loaves of bread. I was concerned about the religious leaders, the Pharisees and Sadducees, and how their teaching about My Father was so misleading, sometimes just outright wrong.