Sunday, April 20, 2014

Easter Sunday Sermon 2014

Easter Sunday Sermon 2014


PREACHER: Pastor Carrie Smith

Grace and peace to you from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ. Amen.

If Mary Magdalene and the other Mary visited a cemetery in Illinois this Easter morning, they might expect to see a snowdrift blocking the entrance of the tomb. This has been a long, hard winter, dear friends. I don’t know about you, but I’m so accustomed to seeing snowflakes in the forecast that I could scarcely believe it when I saw a number with a “7” at the front predicted for Easter Sunday. But it’s true! The winter is past, the dark days are over, spring is here!

Alleluia, Christ is risen! Christ is risen indeed, alleluia!

The women went to the tomb early that morning with clear expectations of what they would see: Not a snowdrift, but certainly a stone blocking the entrance. Guards keeping watch for thieving disciples. And darkness, slowly giving way to the light of dawn—just enough light to see the tomb where their beloved Jesus had been laid. 

The two Marys expected death to have all the power that morning, just as we expect winter to continue its indefinite reign. But when they arrived at the tomb, the women saw instead something entirely unexpected: An angel in white, descending from heaven in a flash of lightning, and by the power of God rolling the stone away and opening the tomb! Suddenly, it was the guards who were like dead men, paralyzed by fear. This was an earth-shaking, game-changing moment, as God’s power was shown to be greater than death’s power. The angel rolled away that ugly stone—the symbol of every power and principality, every system of oppression, every cancer, every sin, every monument to death and destruction—and he sat on it. Sisters and brothers, hear again the Good News, that because Christ has been raised, the mighty obstacles in our lives—even mighty death—have been stripped of their power, and today are no more than resting places for angels.

Alleluia, Christ is risen! Christ is risen indeed, alleluia!

By the power of God, and by God’s authority, the unexpected angel rolled away the stone and opened the tomb, revealing that Jesus was no longer there. But his work wasn’t done! Angels are messengers, and this one had a message for the two Marys. So he opened with the standard angelic greeting: “Do not be afraid!”
Angels are always doing this, have you noticed? Throughout the Scriptures, whenever an angel appears, he tells us not to fear. There’s no introduction, no handshake, and no small talk, just:

“Don’t be afraid, Zechariah…your wife Elizabeth is going to have a baby.”
“Don’t be afraid, Mary…you’re going to have God’s baby!”
“Don’t be afraid, Joseph…your fiancĂ©e is having God’s baby, and he’s going to save the world from all its sins!”

It strikes me as an odd way to start a conversation, a little like saying: “Now, whatever you do, DON’T think of the Easter Bunny.”…

There, you just thought about the Easter Bunny, didn’t you? My work is done here.

Then again, the sudden appearance of angels could be a bit scary, especially when they’re buff enough to move big stones around. Perhaps acknowledging that fact up front can’t hurt! So this angel in white begins the conversation in the usual way, announcing “Do not be afraid!” And then he gets right to the point: “I know you’re looking for Jesus who was crucified. He’s not here! You can take a quick look at where he was last night, but then you need to go. Go, quickly, and tell the disciples that Jesus has been raised! In fact, he’s already gone on ahead of you, and is waiting for you in Galilee.


Jesus. Isn’t. Here. Now go!”

Nothing to be afraid of, right? Just a little angel. Just a little announcement. Just a little mission from God…nothing to fear here.

Then again, unexpected things and big announcements can be scary. I know a little something about this, since in my family (and here at Bethany) we’re preparing for the fact that Robert, Caleb, Zion and I are moving—not just around the corner, but to Jerusalem, to work with ELCA Global Mission.  

While this is exciting news, it’s also scary, for all sorts of reasons. And like Mary Magdalene and Mary the mother of Jesus on that Easter morning, I find myself hanging out at the tomb a lot these days, thinking about what was, and wishing things didn’t have to change.


But as we’ve heard, angels come at unexpected times, and I had one visit me this week. Actually, his name is Matthew, and he’s our five year old neighbor. Just like the angel in today’s Gospel, Matthew wastes no time on niceties or introductions when he visits.

The other day, he walked right on in my front door and said: “Do you have any more Hot Wheels?”

You see, Matthew has been the primary beneficiary of our deep cleaning in preparation for the big move. I would estimate he’s received around 150 Hot Wheels cars already, not to mention a box of books, several winter coats, and a remote control truck.

On this day, however, I wasn’t too excited about entering our dark and messy crawlspace to look for Hot Wheels for Matthew. After all…it was Holy Week. There was plenty for this pastor to do! And besides, I was pretty sure there weren’t any Hot Wheels left anyway.


“Matt, I’m not going down there right now. Maybe another day.”

“Miss Carrie, go down there now. I think there might be some cars.”

“Matt, I said, I have other things to do. And there are no more cars.”

“No, Miss Carrie, go down there! There might be Legos.”

“Matt, I told you…another day.  I’m busy.”

“Miss Carrie, let’s go. This is important. I’ll go with you.” And just like that, we were marching down the stairs and into the crawlspace—the resting place for all forgotten toys—to look for Hot Wheels.

I suppose the most expected ending to this story would be the discovery of a forgotten stash of tiny metal cars. Alas, no such luck, for Matthew or for the hearers of this sermon! But we did find a robot, and a whoopie cushion, and a marshmallow shooter.

And I discovered something else. I discovered that one reason I was reluctant to go downstairs, and to check in that crawlspace, is that part of me wanted to hang on to what was. Part of me wanted to keep those little plastic things right where they were, because they reminded me of my kids when they were little, and of the happy times we had in our house, and of all that we’re leaving behind here at Bethany and in this country. Part of me wanted to prop a stone up in front of that crawlspace and keep the door shut, rather than let it be opened and see what comes next, because I was afraid.

That’s a lot of meaning to pack into one dark crawlspace, don’t you think? But as I watched my unexpected angel, Matthew, joyfully skip across the street with his robot, whoopee cushion, and marshmallow shooter, what I saw was joy, and resurrection, and new life. I was reminded that we need those angels who are always on message, persistent in reminding us: “Don’t be afraid!” We need to hear, again and again (and not just on Easter morning): “That big stone you’re worried about? It’s already been moved. Death and its supposed power? It’s already been defeated. That tomb where you’re sitting vigil? It’s empty. Because Jesus is not here! He’s gone on ahead of you, and will meet you in Galilee. Now go, quickly, and share the Good News!”

Alleluia, Christ is risen! Christ is risen indeed, Alleluia!

My dear people, life often brings unexpected, earth-shaking news. We find ourselves at the tomb of a loved one—or at the chemo clinic, or the divorce lawyer, or the unemployment office. We’re faced with changes that make our stomachs hurt and our hearts ache and require more risk and faith than we’d like to expend. We might even be on the road, following where God is leading, and the world keeps throwing stones in our path. In these moments, death seems to be reality, while resurrection seems an unlikely dream. The obstacles in front of us—and the guards sent to protect them—appear too massive and too permanent.

But we are not afraid! We are not afraid, for we know that Jesus, who was crucified, goes ahead of us. We are not afraid, because Jesus, who was raised, is waiting for us in Galilee. And Jesus, who loved us to the end—all the way to the cross—might just meet us on the road for a little extra encouragement. And when he does, he will be right on message, along with all the heavenly host, proclaiming “REJOICE! And do not be afraid!”


Alleluia, Christ is risen! Christ is risen indeed, alleluia! 

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