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Easter Wings

Lord, who createdst man in wealth and store,
      Though foolishly he lost the same,
            Decaying more and more,
                  Till he became
                        Most poore:
                        With thee
                  O let me rise
            As larks, harmoniously,
      And sing this day thy victories:
Then shall the fall further the flight in me.

 

My tender age in sorrow did beginne
      And still with sicknesses and shame.
            Thou didst so punish sinne,
                  That I became
                        Most thinne.
                        With thee
                  Let me combine,
            And feel thy victorie:
         For, if I imp my wing on thine,
Affliction shall advance the flight in me.
-George Herbert (1593-1633)
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March 26, 2016 · 7:28 pm

Letter 33: Watching and Waiting, an Easter Mediation

Easter is Sunday. In thinking about the Easter story, I was struck by two things. First how unnoticed the first Easter was, and second, how much waiting surrounds Easter. I suppose I should elaborate.

Easter is central to the Christian faith. Without Easter, there is no Christian faith. Given how much notice the seminal events in Jesus life received, Easter is surprisingly low key. Indeed, if one accepts the earliest copies of Mark’s gospel, we have only some frightened women and an empty tomb. Angels will appear, but again, only to some women. The guards are struck as dead men when Jesus rises from the tomb, so they see nothing, and can only report that the tomb is empty.

John reports that the first disciples to inquire again find only an empty tomb. John believes, but Peter has only questions. The risen Christ is finally spotted by the same group of women who have attended Him throughout His ministry, and they at first think He’s the gardener.

At Jewish law, women cannot give testimony, and so God deliberately chooses to reveal himself to people whose testimony cannot count and cannot be trusted. It seems a strange thing to do, as if He is making deliberately difficult to get to the bottom of what He is up to. He confounds the wisdom of the wise, and turns this world upside-down, but we have to work to find it. Why?

Thus the waiting. There is a lot of waiting in the Easter story. Jesus gets shuttled back and forth between the various authorities in Jerusalem waiting for the resolution He knows will come. He is several hours dying on the Cross. Nothing happens quickly. And then comes Holy Saturday, where Christ lies buried deep in the bowels of the earth, unseen. Holy Saturday is the day nothing happens, the day we wait.

There is much to ponder here. Which is why we wait. In the hidden places, God is at work.

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Letter 16 Epiphany

This past Tuesday was the Feast of the Epiphany, Three Kings’ Day, or as Shakespeare termed it, “Twelfth Night.” This marks the end of the Church’s celebration of Christmas, and plunges us into a murky time in between as we await Ash Wednesday.

This matches the chronology of Jesus’ life, as we know it in the Gospels. We see him at eight days having his bris at the Temple, where the family meets Anna and Simeon. He reappears two years later, still living in Bethlehem when the magi arrive. The family then departs for Egypt to escape King Herod’s clutches where they stay for six years. From Egypt they move to Nazareth, in case Herod’s son decides to finish his father’s work. Six years later, we meet Jesus again, now recently bar mitzvah’ed, as He celebrates Passover at the Temple for the first time as an “adult.” He remains behind when his parents depart for home, astonishing the priests and the teachers of the Law with his knowledge and questions. “ Then he went down to Nazareth with them and was obedient to them. But his mother treasured all these things in her heart. 52 And Jesus grew in wisdom and stature, and in favor with God and man.” (Luke 2:51-52). And there Jesus once again disappears, not be heard from again for eighteen years.

All too often, we forget these strange silences. God has dramatically inserted Himself into the human story in a new way, and this after four hundred years of comparative silence. Angels sing, shepherds marvel, wise men come, and then God goes quiet. Why? He pops again, briefly, twelve years later, clearly attracting some attention, and then disappears again. Does anyone follow up on Him? With so many people looking for a Messiah, I would have thought someone would locate him. I sometimes wonder whether God intentionally does this, both to throw us off, but also to test our intentions.

We love to speak about God in terms of relationship, that He is a friend who is always there, who loves to communicate with us, and if some people in my church are to be believed, God has an awful lot to say to us. These silences do not fit this image. We don’t want to admit that at times, God chooses to say nothing to us. In our chatter filled world, I’m not sure we know how to handle the silence. How dare God not Instagram us throughout the day?

We have tried to fill the silence with all sorts of speculations. Some believe that during this time, he travelled around the Roman world with Joseph or Arimathea, his uncle, journeying so far as to set foot in Britain. The notion that God was content to live a quiet and thoroughly unremarkable life in Galilee seems so unlike the dynamic person we wish to present. A God who goes silent is hard to follow.

So I am left to wonder, as I seem prone to do. God delights in confounding us, reminding us time and again of His divinity; that He stands outside of nature while we remain very much within it.

Aquinas, of all people, seized on this mystery at the heart of God. The apostle of reason and faith took up this theme for a communion hymn which seems a good way to close this letter.

Godhead here in hiding, whom I adore,

masked by these bare shadows, shape and nothing more,

see, Lord, at thy service low lies here a heart

lost, all lost in wonder at the God thou art.

Seeing, touching, tasting are in thee deceived;

how says trusty hearing? That shall be believed;

what God’s Son hath told me, take for truth I do;

truth himself speaks truly, or there’s nothing true.

On the cross thy Godhead made no sign to men;

here thy very manhood steals from human ken;

both are my confession, both are my belief;

and I pray the prayer of the dying thief.

I am not like Thomas, wounds I cannot see,

but can plainly call thee Lord and God as he;

this faith each day deeper be my holding of,

daily make me harder hope and dearer love.

O thou our reminder of Christ crucified,

living Bread, the life of us for whom he died,

lend this life to me then; feed and feast my mind,

there be thou the sweetness man was meant to find.

Jesu, whom I look at shrouded here below,

I beseech thee send me what I long for so,

some day to gaze on thee face to face in light

and be blest for ever with thy glory’s sight.

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Letter 9: A Call to Worship for Easter Morning

Call to worship:
“It is finished!” The words fall down with the peal of thunder, echoing across the hills and valleys. Then darkness. Silence.
God is dead. We have killed Him, you and I.
Our prayers ascend to a silent heaven, where there is no one to answer. Our faith is in vain. From whence cometh our help?
Then come the women, looking to do properly what the men have rushed. To give final homage to the Teacher, and patch the hole in their own hearts.
All is amiss. The soldiers are missing, and the stone moved.
He is gone! Panic. Fear. Despair.
They spy the gardener. Perhaps he will know.
They ask, and he answers with a name.
And sears them with the bursting light of a thousand suns,
Obliterating the darkness,
Making bold the truth, which now we proclaim, joining with the faithful in every time and from every land:
CHRIST IS RISEN! HE IS RISEN INDEED!
Glory. Hallelujah. Amen.plate9-the-resurrection

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