Sunday, November 1, 2015

All Saints Day 2015

This is the rough text of a sermon preached at Emmanuel Lutheran Church in Atlanta, Georgia on the 1st of November, All Saints Day.  The Gospel reading for the day was John 11:32-44.   Please note that these are not exact transcriptions and that there may be some spelling and grammatical errors.

I remember the first time I got called to a death when I was a chaplain.  It was a gentleman who I had visited a week or so earlier when he had first been admitted and I had spent 30 minutes or so talking to and praying with his wife.  As I walked into the room where the man’s wife and her daughter were sitting, there was just a sense of tragedy.  As she talked to me and shared memories of her husband, I found out that she and her husband would have been celebrating their 2nd anniversary that day.  She told me how they had met and how one evening they were talking on the phone and she mentioned that she didn’t know how she was going to get to her doctor’s appointment the next day.   He commiserated with her, but then the next day he showed up at her doorstep having driven 8 hours from his house to get there. 

This man was the love of her life.  They had met later in life and she was grief-stricken.  Her best friend was gone and she was left alone.  But as she spoke more and more, the thing she kept coming back to was her certainty that God was with her now and that God would never abandon her in her grief.  Her faith was strong and it was seeing her through.

There is no way to soften the loss of a loved one, nothing we can do to take away that pain.  And as we read in the gospel today, the pain that death brings also affected Jesus.  In the story of Lazarus, word had been sent to Jesus that his friend Lazarus, a man who is described as being ‘one who Jesus loved,’ was ill, he was near death.  Yet Jesus waited two days before traveling to the home of Lazarus.  And when he arrived, he was informed that Lazarus had died four days earlier.

Mary, Martha, and others had waited patiently for Jesus.  They held onto faith that the Lord would be there.  Yet Lazarus died anyway and they grieved for him.  And they held firm in their faith that God would be with them through the pain.  And when Jesus arrived we see his reaction.  We are told a couple of things.  First, we are told that he was disturbed, though a better way to describe it would be to suggest that he was angered at the fact of death, Christ was angered that death occurs.  And second, we are told that Jesus wept.  If there was ever a moment that demonstrated the humanity of Jesus, it is this.  Jesus’ friend was dead and Jesus mourned.  God mourned this death.  God mourned this death just like God mourned the death of that woman’s husband at the hospital.  God mourned the death of Lazarus just like God mourned when you lost a friend, or a parent, or a grandparent. 

So often we hear people tell us when a person dies that it was part of God’s plan.  But I don’t think death is part of God’s plan.  The pain that death causes is not part of God’s plan.  God is disturbed by the pain the death causes.  God is grieved by the pain that death brings to God’s beloved children.

But what we see in the story of Lazarus is that God is not going to sit idly by in the face death.  God is disturbed and God is going to act on our behalf.  And what we start to see in the story of Lazarus is that God is doing something that is costly.  Jesus calls out Lazarus from the tomb, but that act is, ultimately, costly for Jesus.  Immediately after telling us about the resurrection of Lazarus, the author the gospel of John tells us that the opponents of Jesus began to plot against Jesus.  Ultimately, what we see is that it is the act of bringing Lazarus out of the tomb that helps lead Jesus onto the cross and into the tomb.  It is in confronting death directly and raising Lazarus that is the straw the breaks the camels back for the opponents of Jesus.  It is what helps set the path that leads to the cross.

God is disturbed by the presence of death in this world; God is so disturbed at the pain that death causes us, and causes God, that Jesus takes on death; Jesus takes on sin; and on the cross Jesus defeats them.

God’s love for us is so great that God is willing to suffer on our behalf in order that the sting of death might never touch us.  God is moved by our grief and through the cross, God defeats death so that we might have life and have it with abundance.

But the other thing that happens in the cross Jesus brings the living and the dead together so that we are all unified in Christ.  Because of Jesus’ actions on the cross, we are assured that we will not be separated from God.  As Paul reminds us, there is nothing that can separate us from the love of God in Christ.  We have no need to fear death or to see the death as some tragic end because God has defeated it.

You see, God has freed us from the fear of death and because of that, we are now freed to truly live.  We are freed to be part of God’s work in the world because we don’t have to be consumed by a fear of death. 

And today, on All Saints Day, we don’t mourn those who have died, we celebrate them because we know that we are still united with them through Christ. We recall the fact that God has promised to bring us all together in a new creation and we celebrate the fact that God is always at work in this world.

Now I have to admit that I used to always think that All Saints day was about some so-called great people, these Saints, and it seemed like something that not everybody got to be.  But as I’ve grown, I’ve learned a bit more about these people we call saints and I know they were far from perfect.  I mean, St Francis partied so hard before committing his life to God, he could have put the Kardashians to shame.  And Augustine very famously said, ‘Lord, make me holy; just not yet!’.  I mean, these saints were people just like you and I.  Just like you and I. 

What we are celebrating is the presence of God in their lives.  It is God that made them holy and it is God that makes us holy.  I didn’t understand that growing up.  I hoped that one day I would be a saint too, but I missed the point.  You see, we are ALL saints in the eyes of God! We are all beautifully created and loved just as we are, without regard to gender, sex, race or sexual orientation.  We are all the saints of God, patient, and brave and true (as the Episcopalian hymn goes).

And so today we celebrate the saints who have lived before us and who remain united with us through Christ, as someday we will each be celebrated, but ultimately, what we are really celebrating is not our own goodness or the goodness of our deceased friends and family, but we are celebrating what God did in their lives and we are giving thanks for what God is doing in our lives. 
Ultimately, we are celebrating and worshipping the God who pulls back the shroud;
Who wipes away our tears
Who declares to us that there is nothing that can separate us from Christ’s love;
The God who defeats death;
Who defeats sin;
Who saves us;
Who frees us;
Who calls us to new life;
Who reminds us that we, each and every one of us, is a beloved child of God.
That each and every one of us is a saint in the eyes of God.

And it is through Christ that we are brought together as one, and we are united now and forever with those who have died before us, with our loved ones, so that through Christ, they are never absent, but are part of the body of Christ that transcends time and space.


And so each and every time we come to the table, we are reminded of God’s constant presence through the Eucharist, through the bread and the wine, the body and blood of Christ that blesses us, sustains us, and strengthens our bodies and souls.  That presence of God in our lives that binds us together with the saints across the ages and that same presence of God that makes all of us Saints.  And because of that, we can truly say, thanks be to God.

No comments:

Post a Comment