First draft of sermon for Sabbath, April 15, 2017 at Green Lake Church of Seventh-day Adventists
Texts: Isaiah 25:1-9; Luke 24
When I walked
outside on Thursday morning, there was color in the sky, a bit of
blue decorated with wisps of pink and orange and salmon and peach.
But by the time I finished my chores and exercises, and sat on my
stool for a time of meditation and prayer, the sky had gone
monochrome. Shades of grey. I was disappointed, then I noticed the
trees. Below the sky, to the east stands a solid wall of trees. A
backdrop of dark, towering Doug firs. In front of the firs stand
alders and maples and a few cottonwoods. For months I have noted dull
gray of their trunks and branches. Thursday morning, as my eyes
dropped from the monochrome sky to this wall of trees, my heart
skipped a beat. I almost got up from my stool in excitement. The
maples and alders and cottonwoods were not gray. They were green, a
light, almost iridescent, green. I imagined I could feel the throb of
new life rising in the sap.
It is the magic time
of year. The time when even nature itself seems to whisper hope and
resurrection.
In the Bible story
of Abraham is a wanderer, a pilgrim. God promises that someday he
(through his descendants) will possess the entire land of Palestine.
But for Abraham, the land is always a foreign country. He is a
wanderer, a stateless pilgrim, an undocumented alien.
Decades pass.
Abraham's wife, Sarah, dies, and for the first time Abraham owns a
piece of his promise. He purchases a field and a cave as a burial
place. Now he owns it. It is a dramatic act of faith. This purchase
of the Cave of Machpelah from Ephron the Hittite is Abraham's way of
saying, yes, I believe the promise. This land will be my country, my
people's country. There is a future here, a long future, a bright
future.
This confidence in
the power and good intentions of God becomes more fully developed in
the writings of the prophets, Isaiah, Jeremiah, Ezekiel, and Daniel.
Let's hear again this morning's Old Testament reading:
O LORD, I will honor and praise your name, for you are my God.
You do such wonderful things! . . .
You turn mighty cities into heaps of ruins.
Cities with strong walls are turned to rubble.
Beautiful palaces in distant lands disappear and will never be
rebuilt.
This is a
celebration of God's power. At this point in history, Israel was a
smallish nation. Like Taiwan or the Philippines next door to China or
Mexico next door to the United States. They were an independent
nation but always at risk of domination or subjugation by their
powerful neighbors, Egypt, Babylon, Assyria. They were constantly
afraid of being squashed.
But not to worry,
the prophet assured them. God was more powerful than Egypt, Babylon,
and Assyria combined. Those beautiful palaces in Babylon—gone in an
instant if God so decreed. The great cities along the Nile River in
Egypt—turned into rubble at the mere whisper of Yahweh.
God was mighty.
Stronger than every enemy, every foreign nation. Take heart.
But sometimes the
enemies are not across the border. Sometimes the enemy does not speak
with an accent and wave a different flag. Sometimes the enemy is
here. Sometimes the enemy is our own people, our own system. Even
when the oppressor and the victim share the same accents and same
passports, the oppressed can count on God, the prophet says.
You, O Lord, are a tower of refuge to the poor,
a tower of refuge to the needy in distress.
You are a refuge from the storm and a shelter from the heat.
For the oppressive acts of ruthless people are like a storm beating
against a wall,
or like the relentless heat of the desert. . . .
As the shade of a cloud cools relentless heat, so the boastful songs
of ruthless people are stilled.
Because we are a
church, because we see ourselves as the people of God, we aim to
order our lives in harmony with the principles of God's kingdom.
But even if we learn
to cooperate perfectly with God, even if we are able to eliminate
every act of injustice and every systematic unfairness, even if we
organize help for every poor person, provide adequate help for every
person with mental illness, even if we were able to remedy every
problem caused by human blindness and immorality, we would still face
the dark truth that life is fleeting. Here on earth, love and life
are temporary.
Which brings us to
the final paragraph of this prophetic message:
In Jerusalem, the LORD of Heaven's Armies will spread a wonderful
feast for all the people of the world. It will be a delicious banquet
. . .
There he will remove the cloud of gloom, the shroud of death that
hangs over the earth.
He will swallow up death forever!
The Sovereign LORD will wipe away all tears. . . .
In that day the people will proclaim, "This is our God!
We trusted in him, and he saved us!
This is the LORD, in whom we trusted.
Let us rejoice in the salvation he brings!"
Hope is a constant
theme in the Old Testament. God will vanquish enemies. God will
topple oppressors. God will rescue the poor and widows and orphans
and immigrants and even eunuchs and residents of Babylon, Egypt, and
Philistia. Then there are the few passages that say God will even one
day triumph over death.
It is this final
triumph that forms the very center of our faith as Christians.
Jesus, the rabbi,
teacher, healer, prophet, Messiah. Jesus who had raised people from
the dead, was himself dead. Buried in a tomb closed with a solid rock
door and an official Roman seal.
Then very early on Sunday morning the women went to the tomb, taking
the spices they had prepared.
They found that the stone had been rolled away from the entrance. So
they went in, but they didn't find the body of the Lord Jesus.
As they stood there puzzled, two men suddenly appeared to them,
clothed in dazzling robes.
The women were terrified and bowed with their faces to the ground.
Then the men asked, "Why are you looking among the dead for
someone who is alive?
He isn't here! He is risen!
The women--Mary Magdalene, Joanna, Mary the mother of James, and
several others--rushed back from the tomb to tell the disciples what
had happened.
But the story sounded like nonsense to the men, so they didn't
believe it.
That same day two of Jesus' followers were walking to the village of
Emmaus, seven miles from Jerusalem. As they walked along they were
talking about everything that had happened. Jesus himself suddenly
came and began walking with them. But God kept them from recognizing
him.
He asked them, "What are you discussing so intently as you walk
along?" They stopped short, sadness written across their faces.
Then one of them, Cleopas, replied, "You must be the only person
in Jerusalem who hasn't heard about all the things that have happened
there the last few days."
"What things?" Jesus asked.
"The things that happened to Jesus, the man from Nazareth,"
they said. "He was a prophet who did powerful miracles, and he
was a mighty teacher in the eyes of God and all the people. But our
leading priests and other religious leaders handed him over to be
condemned to death, and they crucified him.
We had hoped he was the Messiah who had come to rescue Israel. This
all happened three days ago.
"Then some women from our group of his followers were at his
tomb early this morning, and they came back with an amazing report.
They said his body was missing, and they had seen angels who told
them Jesus is alive! Some of our men ran out to see, and sure enough,
his body was gone, just as the women had said."
Then Jesus said to them, "You foolish people! You find it so
hard to believe all that the prophets wrote in the Scriptures. Wasn't
it clearly predicted that the Messiah would have to suffer all these
things before entering his glory?" Then Jesus took them through
the writings of Moses and all the prophets, explaining from all the
Scriptures the things concerning himself.
By this time they were nearing Emmaus and the end of their journey.
Jesus acted as if he were going on, but they begged him, "Stay
the night with us, since it is getting late." So he went home
with them.
As they sat down to eat, he took the bread and blessed it. Then he
broke it and gave it to them.
Suddenly, their eyes were opened, and they recognized him. And at
that moment he disappeared!
They said to each other, "Didn't our hearts burn within us as he
talked with us on the road and explained the Scriptures to us?"
And within the hour they were on their way back to Jerusalem. There
they found the eleven disciples and the others who had gathered with
them. The two from Emmaus told their story of how Jesus had appeared
to them as they were walking along the road, and how they had
recognized him as he was breaking the bread. And just as they were
telling about it, Jesus himself was suddenly standing there among
them. "Peace be with you," he said.
But the whole group was startled and frightened, thinking they were
seeing a ghost!
"Why are you frightened?" he asked. "Why are your
hearts filled with doubt?
Look at my hands. Look at my feet. You can see that it's really me.
Touch me and make sure that I am not a ghost, because ghosts don't
have bodies, as you see that I do."
As he spoke, he showed them his hands and his feet.
Still they stood there in disbelief, filled with joy and wonder. Then
he asked them, "Do you have anything here to eat?"
They gave him a piece of broiled fish,
and he ate it as they watched.
Then he said, "When I was with you before, I told you that
everything written about me in the law of Moses and the prophets and
in the Psalms must be fulfilled."
Then he opened their minds to understand the Scriptures.
And he said, "Yes, it was written long ago that the Messiah
would suffer and die and rise from the dead on the third day.
Beneath the dark
clouds of war and atrocities, beneath the dark clouds of illness and
disability, beneath the cacophony and clamor that demands our
attention, we focus our eyes on the vivid green radiance of the story
of Jesus and the divine promise.
Death will.
We will rise.
He is risen. He is
risen, indeed.
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