Read John 20
Before the Spirit left his body, Jesus said, “It is finished.”
His atoning
sacrifice was complete. Jesus stood in
our place and took the punishment for all sin upon himself, the only human
flesh that could be an Unblemished Lamb for us.
We can
understand this somewhat. We have the
benefit of hindsight and scriptural explanations that would follow. Blood must be shed for the forgiveness of sins. It was.
Why must
blood be shed? That’s something to ask
Jesus on a slow day in eternity. We have
no shortage of theories and suppositions, but for this age all that we can say
it that it was required and it was accomplished.
The
sacrifice was complete.
What did
that mean 2000 years ago?
The Jews had
this trouble maker out of the way. The
Romans surely wanted nothing more to do with this matter. The disciples had scattered and were
disoriented. They reconstituted
physically, but emotionally they were devastated.
A secret
follower of Jesus, Joseph of Arimathea, asked Pilate for the body of
Jesus. He could not let it hang on that
cross with the Sabbath so near. He was
assisted by Nicodemus. They moved the
body to a nearby tomb that had never been used.
Nicodemus
brought a mixture of myrrh and aloes, about 75 pounds worth and these two men
wrapped the body in linen. They had to
hurry. Sundown brought the Sabbath and
while many extraordinary things had occurred over the past few hours; these men
would observe God’s law and the Sabbath day that God had established and Jesus
had said it was made for them.
We can only
imagine what transpired from Friday evening to Sunday morning. Somehow, the disciples had come back
together, surely afraid of what might happen to them. Jesus had told them that the very thing that
had them so distraught must happen. He
even told them what would come next.
But they did
not comprehend.
The story
that begins the first day of the week—Sunday—begins with Mary Magdalene. Other gospels mention other women, but John
notes only this Mary. She started for
the tomb while it was still dark. People
with a casual interest in something don’t get up at zero dark thirty. Mary did.
She arrived
at the tomb to find the stone rolled away.
Had it been in place, it is not clear what she hoped to accomplish, but
it had been rolled away.
We don’t get
the full witness statement here. Did
Mary look in the tomb? Did she go
in? We don’t know. All we know is what she reported.
They have taken the Lord out of the tomb and we don’t know
where they put him.
The culprit for
this unthinkable act has been the culprit of the ages—they. They
did it. They took him. It is their fault.
Perhaps Mary
analyzed the evidence: Stoned rolled
back, empty tomb; it must be they—surely
it took many of them in any case—who did
this. They took him. They put him somewhere.
Mary does
all that she knows to do. She runs back
to Peter and another disciple, whom most presume to be John—the author of this
gospel—and gives them the news.
Peter and
John race to the tomb. John wins the
race but stops at the entrance to the tomb.
Peter zooms right on by him.
Peter was like that. Dive in head
first and see what happens.
John
followed.
There were
burial strips and a folded cloth but no body.
There was no Jesus. The scripture
said that they saw and believed; but did not comprehend what had happened. Surely there was some Proverbs 3:5-6
wrestling going on at that point.
Jesus had
been telling them for some time that he must go to Jerusalem. He would be killed, and on the third day he
would rise from the dead.
The
disciples heard this but it never quite registered. I compare this to me attending a risk
management class in the late 1990’s. I
was the only program manager in the class.
The rest of the class were bona fide geeks, some even had slide rules
and like to use them. This was in the
age of computers and mega-calculators, they wanted to work out these
complicated risk equations by hand.
I bought the
software that did all of this stuff behind the scenes. For the risk equations that I had to do as
part of the class, I was glad when they were finished. The geeks wanted more problems to work.
These two
disciples believed what they could wrap their minds around, but surely did not
comprehend the magnitude of what had happened.
There was some cognitive dissonance between what they were doing their
best to believe and their understanding of what they believed.
These two
men did the only thing they could think to do.
They went home.
They went home.
Sometime
during this epiphany by the men, Mary had made her way back to the tomb. She is not listed among the contenders in the
race described only between Peter and John.
Perhaps she walked back and caught her breath as she had already run
back to report her earlier observations.
Whatever the
case, she was at the tomb again, and she stood outside the entrance
crying. She bent over and looked inside
and this time there were two angels in white seated where the body of Jesus had
been.
The angels
spoke and in one of the few times where angels have speaking parts in the New
Testament, they don’t begin what they have to say with “Fear not!”
Instead,
they ask: “Woman, why are you crying?”
Mary surely
exasperated, replied, “They have taken my Lord and I don’t know where they have
put him.”
We might
think that the angels were a little callous.
Did they not know the anguish of this woman?
I have
visited the homes of families that had just lost a loved one many times and
never have I thought of beginning a conversation with the phrase, “Why are you
crying?”
Were these
the only angels available for duty on that weekend? Weren’t there some with better tact? C’mon, really, who begins a conversation on a
day such as this with “Why are you crying?”
What were
they thinking?
In the late
1980’s, I was stationed on independent duty in Des Moines, Iowa. My mission was to train reservists and make
sure they were ready to deploy to combat.
We didn’t do things the traditional way that reserves train with a show
up Saturday morning and go home Sunday afternoon.
We came in
Friday evening and trained until late Sunday afternoon. We did our best to squeeze 2 weeks of
training into about 50 hours. You had to
throw in a little sleep because some of these young men had a hundred miles to
drive home at the end of the weekend.
As the end
of the training drew near, I would gather with the reserve officers as the
Marines did their final inspections and turned in their weapons. This was a critical time as I had to make
sure the officers were already tuning in for the next month’s training. I did not want to be interrupted.
On one
occasion, my admin chief—a gunnery sergeant—kept sticking his head in the door
raising a finger that he just needed a moment.
I gave him the look that said “no.”
He did this a couple more times and I gave him the look a couple more
times.
This was my
time with these officers before they returned to were often consumed by their
civilian jobs. Did the gunny not get
this? He had access to me all week
long. These few men in my office were
going home in a few minutes. Didn’t he
get it?
I need to
tell you something about this gunnery sergeant.
After about 145 years, he had finally gotten season tickets to the
Minnesota Vikings. He was a diehard fan
and had finally got what he had wanted for decades. He also had a bookie.
So on the
weekends that we didn’t have reserve training, he would go to the game and pick
up “cards” from his bookie.
He would always give me one. I gave him five bucks and quickly picked my winners from a dozen or so games. It was five bucks I never intended to see again and I was too busy to make intelligent guesses.
He would always give me one. I gave him five bucks and quickly picked my winners from a dozen or so games. It was five bucks I never intended to see again and I was too busy to make intelligent guesses.
I had given
my card and five buck to the gunnery sergeant earlier that week and had
forgotten all about it. It surely was not
on my mind while I was trying to cram a two hour meeting with these officers
into twenty minutes.
Finally, the
gunny just couldn’t contain himself and burst into the meeting and stood in
front of my desk and said, “You won!”
Evidently, I
had picked all of the winners. I think
it amounted to about $150 that I won, but it was still something that couldn’t
be contained.
The gunnery
sergeant hand been pacing outside of my door surely thinking, “Why is he upset
with me? Does he not know why I need to see him? Does he not know the news?”
Does he not
know?
The gunny
had some great news and I wasn’t ready to hear it. Really?
Two angels
were sitting in a tomb one morning and a woman shows up crying. How can she be crying? Does she not know what has happened? Did he not tell them ahead of time?
Woman, why
are your crying?
Mary was at
the center of the greatest event in all of history. How could she be crying?
You know
what happened next. She has this encounter
with a man whom she believes to be the gardener and even asks him if he knows
where the body might be.
“If you did
it, it’s okay; just let me go get him.”
Mary wonders if the “they” who took the body might be this man, but she
can’t alienate him if she wants to recover the body of her Lord.
She does not
know with whom she is speaking. This man
asks the same thing as the angels, “Why are you crying?”
All Mary
wants is the body—“please let me have him!”
Mary needs to tend to the body of her Lord who was killed in such a
brutal manner and buried in haste.
But in an
instant, in a single word, her concerns are gone.
“Mary.”
She looks
again at this man and knows him to be Jesus.
“Rabboni, Rabbi, Teacher” was all that she said but in that moment she
knew that she served a risen Savior.
In that
moment, she understood the question: Why
are your crying?
This time
her report to the disciples was not just of an empty tomb but of a risen
Lord. They would not see him until
later, but Mary’s questions had all been answered in an instant.
We know the
whole story. We don’t have to live it
moment to moment. We know the sacrifice
required to take away our sin was made.
We know that
death was defeated.
We know that
the grave could not hold Jesus.
We know that
he did exactly what he said he would do.
We know that
in this resurrection is not only life for Jesus but for us all.
We know the
assurance that Jesus gave in the Great Commission: I am with your always even to the very end of
the age.
We know the
Spirit has been given to us.
We know that
God will not leave us or forsake us.
We know the
depth and breadth of God’s love in this sacrifice and resurrection.
So how could
we ever be sad?
How could we
ever be afraid?
How could we
ever be discouraged?
How could
the temporal pressures of this world take away our joy?
We know the
whole story from that first Easter morning and we know the joy behind the
question: “Why are you crying?”
This is a
day of celebration like no other. There
is no room for anguish and anxiety.
Jesus Christ
is risen and we know that to be true. We
know that we serve a risen savior and that in him we have life, life abundant,
and life eternal.
Have I not commanded you? Be
strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do
not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you
go.
The cross is
empty. The grave is empty. Jesus offers us life that is full.
Today we
celebrate our victory in Jesus. Cry if
you must, but let them be tears of joy!
Amen.