Easter Sunrise Message – 2012
John 20:1-10; Psalm 116:1-9,23-26; Isaiah 25:6-9; John 20:11-18
On Saturday, two weeks before Easter,
I began working on my message for the Sunrise Service. I was
reviewing the scripture readings for the day and pulling together a
liturgy and bulletin information to share with other worship leaders.
And in the middle of my reflections I got a disturbing phone call. It
was a call to let me know about the death of Rachel, a beautiful
young woman whose life was full of promise. My focus on the
celebration of Easter was interrupted by the terrible reality of the
darkness of life. My thoughts, my prayers, my heart turned to
Rachel's family and the pain and grief that they were experiencing,
even as I was preparing for celebrating good news.
I had a patient in hospice care,
several years ago that was having a crisis of faith. She had worked,
at different times in her life, as an aid in a nursing home and as
counselor with a child protective services. She saw abuses of older
adults who were dependent on the care of staff, she saw abuses of
children within families where they should be nurtured and protected.
Her question to me was “If there is a God who is a God of love, why
is there so much abuse of elderly and of children?” The darkness of
our world is real.
For Mary Magdalene, the darkness of
the morning didn't hold a candle to the darkness she felt throughout
her very being. The one person who had honestly and sincerely loved
her and allowed for her true self to grow and breathe, was tragically
and brutally killed by the official powers, by the government and
religious leaders. The grief must have been profound. The darkness
was real. And she made her way to the burial place to offer one last
act of love.
In her grief she was unable to
recognize the person who stood with her in the garden, who stood with
her in her pain and sorrow. She did not recognize him until the
moment when he spoke one particular word. He spoke her name: “Mary.”
I can almost hear the tenderness, the love, the compassion in the
stranger's voice. I can only imagine the stirring of recognition in
the familiarity of how he spoke her name, and how, deep down in her
darkness a new light began to glow with a power all it's own. “Mary.”
“Rabbouni.” There is a light shining in the darkness and the
darkness cannot overcome it.
How do you experience light in your
times of darkness? Does it come in the form of a kind, affirming word
from someone close to you? Perhaps it is an unexpected gift, like
when I was in seminary 30 years ago and the Presbyterian Women would
occasionally send me a $50 check. It seemed to arrive just when it
was needed the most. Have you experienced God's light and love when a
friend sat with you in your distress, not trying to make it better,
just being with you? Or maybe it came with a hug that seemed to say,
“It's going to work out. Whatever it is, it's going to work out.”
The light may break through the darkness as you are recuperating from
surgery and feeling useless as your spouse is doing your jobs around
the house as well as her own, and without out a word your neighbor
rides his lawnmower across the street and mows your lawn.
Yes, there is darkness.
It
is all around us.
But
there is light shining in the darkness
and
the darkness cannot over come it.
Jesus
Christ IS that light.
God's
love IS that light.
The
resurrection and the defeat of death's power
IS that light.
Whenever
and wherever God's love is expressed
there
is that light.
Whenever
followers of Jesus live out the love of Jesus,
that
light is expressed.
When
you respond to hate with love
you
ARE that light.
When
you respond to hurt with compassion
you
ARE that light.
When
you respond to need with help
you
ARE that light.
When
you see injustice and you seek to turn it around,
you
ARE that light.
God does not
need our participation
for God's light to shine.
But
imagine how much further the darkness will be driven away
if
we participate in light of God's amazing and wonderful love.
Christ is risen! Alleluia.
The Lord is risen, indeed.
Allelulia.
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