(In Lent, we studies Christ’s last words from the cross. This morning, the first recorded words, Easter Words)
Dear Friends in Christ,
Logic vs. emotion A few years ago, Debi and I were having a bit of an argument, nothing really serious, but in retrospect, it seems as though we were speaking two different languages. Not English vs. Spanish nor German vs. French, but rather the languages of logic vs. emotion. I was using the widely accepted rules of logic, and if my memory serves me correctly, she was pretty much dead wrong and I was right. At a certain point, she began to cry. Which I felt was unfair of her to do. I asked her why she was crying. She said “it’s just sad.” I asked her what was sad. She answered, “it’s just really sad.” I asked her again what was so sad. She answered, “it’s just really sad that you don’t even know what I need.” At which time a little bit of emotion started to creep up inside of me, I said, “If I knew what you needed, I would give it to you. What do you need me to do, sweetheart? “A hug.” I said, “Why didn’t you tell me that 10 minutes ago, and we could have avoided all these tears!”
Every family is unique, it seems to me, in terms of on the one hand, letting their tears flow in a regular kind of a way or on the other hand avoiding them at all cost. Some folks cry when they are angry, some when they are sad, some when they are happy, still others when they afraid, still others all of the above, and a few none of the above. Some of us prefer to use the language of logic at all times, others regularly flood with emotion, and the rest of us are somewhere in between. In the original language of our text, the Greek word for crying shows up four times. And so our focus is on the question first asked by the two angels, and secondly by Jesus Himself, “Why Are You Crying? That is our sermon theme, with two parts. Part 1 is to learn again that the way through your tears is always near, and part 2 is that Easter tears are the best kind of tears.
1. The way through your tears is always (near). Whether your tears rise up inside of you out of anger or sadness or hopelessness or nervousness or a combination of two or more, Jesus Christ is the way through every bit of it. He is the way, the truth, the life….In this place, we have always believed and we believe it this morning that the resurrection of our Savior proves everything that needs to be proved. The resurrection of Christ proves that Jesus is Who He said He is, Son of God, Lord of lords, king of kings. It proves that our sins have been forgiven, it proves our spiritual debts have been cancelled, and it proves that our names are written in the book of heaven. It proves the Father has accepted the sacrifice offered by His Son at the cross, and that every word of Holy Scripture is true. In this place, we believe that because Jesus Christ rose up from the grave on the third day, so also shall every believing and baptized person in every generation rise up from their grave on the Last Day. There are still all kinds of reasons to cry here and now, but as often as our tears are directed to our Good Shepherd, that often He takes us by the hand, holds on tight, and leads us through. Four real life examples of how He does exactly that.
Story #1 is the story of Jesus and Mary. Of how in 50 words or less, (40 Greek words to be exact) Jesus leads Mary out of her (distress). Mary Magdalene is one of at least five different women named Mary in the New Testament. We don’t know too much about her, but we do know she came from the village of Magdala on the shores of the Sea of Galilee. We know that before she met Jesus she was totally enslaved by demonic powers. How she got into this sad condition the Bible doesn’t say, and it really doesn’t do any good to speculate. But we may be certain that if one demon is terrible, seven demons must be seven times terrible. We know that when Jesus was hanging on the cross, she stood nearby with Mary his mother. When they took his body down from the cross, she watched the whole bloody mess. Matthew tells us that when Joseph of Arimithea wrapped the body in linen, laid it in a tomb, and rolled the heavy stone in place, Mary Magdalene and another Mary were sitting nearby and watching. We know that on Saturday evening, she purchased all kinds of spices hoping to anoint the body and that early on Sunday morning, before the sun came up, she and other women ventured through the darkness, expecting to finish the process.
By the time, the women arrived, Jesus had already risen. Already there had been an earthquake, the seal was broken, the stone rolled away by angels, and Christ had come out of the tomb. Already the soldiers had been knocked unconscious, woke up, and ran away in fear. Already the women had found the tomb empty, the anels had told them that Christ had risen from the dead, already they had told the disciples the good news, already the disciples thought they were talking nonsense, already John and Peter had investigated, already at least two disciples were believing in the resurrection. At that point Mary Magdalene came back. In this moment, she’s a mess. She’s afraid, she’s upset, she’s in shock, her whole system is shutting down. Her brain is having a hard time thinking, her heart is having a hard time breathing, and so does what she feels most like doing. She cries like she’s never cried before.
The angels ask her why she is crying, she answers they have taken away her Lord and she doesn’t know where they put him. Jesus appears, His first two words of Easter are questions. Why are you crying? He adds another, “Who is it you are looking for?” She thinks he is the gardener, she pleads with him to tell her where is the body, Jesus calls her by name, “Mary”. Mary just wants to hold onto him and never let go, Jesus says don’t do that, he needs to ascend to his father, she has good news to tell. She just wants to be safe and for the good old days to be back again, but Jesus gently leads her out of distress and reminds her that a new day has dawned. Lesson #1 today, The way through your tears is always near.
Story #2 is the story of Ida and me. A story of how in ten words or less, a neighbor sets a pastor (straight). Story of Ida our next door neighbor back in Lewiston, in her 40’s maybe early 50’s, dying of cancer. Her husband Marlo indicates that if I want to say goodbye to Ida, I should come over. I went over, and after a little bit of small talk, I asked her if I could read Scripture and pray with her and she agreed. As I started to read, I began to cry, and she said, “Pastor Griffin, why are you crying?” I choked out the answer, “because you’re dying.” She scolded me for crying, she comforted me by saying she was going to be with Jesus soon in heaven, she insisted that I eat some cookies and drink some coffee. And so it happened that in ten words of less, with words proven true by the resurrection of her Lord, Ida set me straight, yes she did.
Story #3 is a story of my mom and me. A story of how in three, maybe four words, she sent away (tears) It was about this time of year three years ago, and I’m sitting by my mom’s bedside in Rosewood Memory Care Unit on Broadway Ave. in Fargo, ND. A combination of old age, parkinsons disease, heart disease, osteoporosis, and dementia have worn her down. She’s in hospice care, and on this particular day, I showed up with intentions of comforting her and being with her. We have all kinds of conversations, all kinds of Bible readings, all kinds of prayer, one last time she has received her Lord’s Supper. In late afternoon, she is sleeping, and I’m just sitting there holding her hand, thinking back to days gone by where she took care of me, she prayed for me, she fed me, she cleaned up after me, and not surprisingly at all to any of you who know me well, I started to cry. She opened her eyes, she said to me, “you’re crying.” I said, “yes, mom I’m crying.” She asked why. I said because you’re dying. She said, “I’ll be fine.” In three words, with words proven true by the resurrection of Jesus Christ, mom simply pointed me towards the promises of resurrection, she sent away my tears, yes she did.
Story #4 is the story of a pastor who after 30 years of ministry you would think of good questions to ask a dying man..With one word, an old German Lutheran gets it (right) This story took place right here in the Janesville Nursing Home. One of the patriarchs of our Trinity Lutheran congregation was in his dying days (perhaps his dying hours), the family asked me to visit, and I did. His body was frail and tired, his bones were aching and his strength had gone away. I came near, he looked me in the eyes, and I said what I say20-30 times on average every day to healthy people, “Luke, how are you doing today?” He said in his Luke sort of a way, “ok.” With one word, a word proven true by the resurrection of Christ, old and frail and German and Lutheran Luke got it right, yes he did.
Luke was one of those good old men of the faith who was not famous at all for crying. And maybe you’re one of those people that would rather do just about anything other than let other people see you cry. And that’s fine. To each his own. But if ever you were going to shed a few tears, if ever you were going to let your emotions get the best of you, if ever there was going to be a day where you were swept off your feet by the Good and Certain news of Christianity, today would be the day. Which leads us to our second and final and briefer than the first less I invite you to learn today. (Easter) tears are the best kind. I say that for three reasons that parallel the three questions we urge you to ask before you step forward for your Lord’s Supper today. 1) Am I sorry for my sins? 2) Do I believe in Jesus Christ as my Savior? 3) Do I promise to amend my sinful life?
Easter tears are tears of (regret) For Mary Magdalene, she no doubt regretted the ugly chapters of life she had traveled through, she regretted the bad habits she had fallen into, she regretted the opportunities she had missed to show love to her Savior. This morning, I invite not to cry over spilled milk, not to cry over that which you cannot control in life, but rather to cry tears of contrition over the ugly chapters of life you’ve already traveled through, to cry tears of repentance over the bad habits you have fallen into, to cry out for mercy for the opportunities to serve which you have been missing.
Easter tears are tears of (faith) Of Mary Magdalene, we can say she saw she believed, with joy in her heart and by the Holy Spirit she confessed that Jesus was Lord. Let it be said of us, in this very place, that we have seen, that we believe, and that we know where to go with our tears.
Easter tears are tears of (determination) Of Mary Magdalene, we can say that she went from a mourner to a missionary in short order. She went from a woman wondering what happened to one resolved to tell people exactly what happened. She went from a woman sobbing so hard she thought she was going to die to a woman determined to live and move and have her being in Jesus.
The kingdom of God is like a large church in a small town full of people who have all kinds of reasons to cry, but they know exactly where to go with all of those tears. Some days their emotions are all over the map, but as often as they hear the Easter bells ringing, as often as they pay attention to what their Good Shepherd is promising, that often they find themselves looking forward to that place where all their tears will be wiped away. Amen.
Ephesians 2 8 For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God, 9 not a result of works, so that no one may boast. 10 For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them.
John 19 28 After this, Jesus, knowing that all was now finished, said (to fulfill the Scripture), “I thirst.” 29 A jar full of sour wine stood there, so they put a sponge full of the sour wine on a hyssop branch and held it to his mouth. 30 When Jesus had received the sour wine, he said, “It is finished,” and he bowed his head and gave up his spirit.
Dear Friends in Christ,
It’s been quite the race that the Rux family has been running in the last few years. And nobody runs their race quite like the Rux family! About a week before Jan passed away, on a Thursday afternoon, we gathered around her bedside and we prayed and we cried and we laughed, and then we did some more praying, crying, and laughing, not necessarily in that order, as is the custom of this family. We were pretty sure that day would be the finish line. The next day I stopped in and you had wheeled her out for a smoke, perhaps her last smoke? On Sunday morning, I texted Tara and asked her how her mom was doing, and she replied, “She is done with her wild side. She was down and sleeping all day yesterday…temp on and off…some confusion.”
Fast forward to Wednesday morning, and surrounded by sons and daughters and husband and a pastor, not to mention angels and archangels and the full company of saints, she finished her race. This afternoon, we want to talk first of all about the race Jan Rux ran and finished in a little nursing home on the outskirts of Janesville, secondly about the race Jesus Christ ran and finished on a little hill outside of Jerusalem, and third about the race you are running and will finish only God knows when and where.
First of all, we can say about Jan Rux as of this past Wednesday morning, “mission accomplished.” The Epistle Lesson chosen for today teaches us first that Jan was saved by the grace of God alone through faith alone. In the waters of Holy Baptism, the Triune God claimed her as child, and from that day forward, her Good Shepherd followed her around with goodness and mercy. In every one of her days, she sinned and fell short of the glory of God, as do we all, but every morning the mercies of her God were fresh like the morning dew. She had a hard time sitting still, oh my, did she have a hard time sitting still, but when she did, she knew that God was God and that He loved her.
Her assignments in life were God-given, and as of this past Wednesday, they were completed. One of her main assignments in life was to be married to Loren Rux. There were good times and not so good times, there was thick and there was thin, there were waves of tears thoroughly mixed in with the kind of laughter that would make your stomach hurt. She had promised to love and to honor and to nourish and to cherish Loren, and so she did, for better and for worse, for richer and for poorer, in good health and in sickness. Throw in a bit of scolding, lots of cleaning up after, plenty of falling short, an abundance of forgiveness, and after all the dust had settled, mission was accomplished. Until death do us part, the two of you promised, and so it did.
A second main assignment for Jan was to be mom, grandma, and soon to be great grandma.
Again there were smooth sailing days and those where the winds blew and the waves dashed people to pieces. There were the best of days and there were the worst of days, and frequently they come one right after another. This family has a habit of talking sweet, talking smart, and talking straight, enough to make your head swim some days. But, if I can stay with the metaphor of swimming, all of it was done in the context of Baptismal waters. For this family, and for every one of our families, every day is not only a race to be run, but a battle to be fought. In our baptismal liturgy, congregations and parents and godparents swear to help these little ones spend their days renouncing the devil and all of his works and all of his ways. In the Rite of Confirmation, which we celebrated today here at Trinity, our confirmands wear their white robes and they swear to God and to anybody listening that they are now grasping their baptismal faith for themselves, they are vowing to fight their own battles with the help of God, they are promising to run their own races and to do battle against the devil and all of his nasty demons.
(Footsteps story with twist ending) In Jan’s final weeks and months of life, her main assignment was to receive. It was to be taken care of by you rather than to be taking care of you. Now she pretty much went through that stage kicking and screaming, but I will tell you of at least once a month where she did sit still and receive. (Story of her confessing sins and receiving Holy Communion, and then washing my communion cups in thorough fashion.)
It was when she ate and drank at her Lord’s Supper, that the Spirit of God was accomplishing His mission in her heart and mind. As often as she received the good gifts God was wanting to give her, that often what Christ finished at the cross was getting delivered right into her heart and soul and mind.
At the cross, objectively speaking, Almighty God accomplished His mission. There on Calvary’s holy mountain the Son suffered everything his father asked him to suffer. He endured all that he was assigned to endure. Every last drop in the cup of a righteous God’s wrath towards sin he drank. Every bit of punishment that every sinner in every generation in every corner of the world should have received, he accepted. Every one of our sorrows he carried, every one of our infirmities he took up, every last one of our iniquities he let them lay on him, every debt that needed to be paid, he paid. And when he cried out in his closing breaths that it is finished, he meant what he said and said what he meant. With his wounds we are healed, at the moment of his death, our salvation is purchased, and by rising again from the dead on the third day, he lives to look you in the eyes today, and say, Because I live, so also will Jan Rux live! We believe that at the moment of death, her soul was carried by the angels into the very presence of Jesus Christ, and that on the last day this body which is now dust and ashes will be raised up to be reunited with her soul and live in a place which is far better than the grandest places we could live in here and now.
Now that the story of Jan Rux here and now has been written, now that she has been saved by the grace of God through faith alone in Jesus Christ, now that her good works ordained by God for her do have been completed, your eyes may turn back towards your own stations in life. In closing, I say to you that your assignments are two fold.
Your second most important assignment in these next chapters of life is to spend your days thanking and praising, serving and obeying. Thanking and praising, serving and obeying. Most of you don’t really have to wonder what your duties are every day when your jump out of bed, or maybe you sort of roll out of bed, and maybe a couple of you get kicked out of bed! If you’re married, your assignment is to stay married and not just to survive marriage, but for you husbands to lay down your lives with a sacrificial love, and for you wives to receive all of that love and give it right back to him in the form of respect. Perhaps you have children to bring up to know their Savior, or perhaps you’re a grandma or grandpa, or maybe you’re an employer or an employee, or maybe you have a broken hearted person in your life that needs to be befriended, or a lonely friend that needs you to spend some time, or maybe an aging parent that needs to be served…….your second most important assignment is simply to love as you have been loved, forgive as you have been forgiven, serve as you have been served first by Jesus Christ.
Your #1 assignment, which you may be wondering about by now, is to receive all that your God wants to you to have. It’s that simple, what Jesus Christ finished at the cross, His great desire is for you to have the full benefit package in every one of your days. I’ve been reading some of your FB posts, and I know there are a few of you daughters and sons who are wondering how you’re going to get through this, you’re wondering who is going to be your refuge now that your mom is gone, you’re wondering who will be the glue that holds this family together.
The answer, of course, is Jesus Christ. He is the glue that will hold your family together as well as the entire and worldwide family of God, the Holy Christian Church. He is the refuge upon which you may lean and the strength you may hold onto in every one of your days, especially the stormy ones. He is the one who has chosen you in baptism, he has redeemed you with his very blood, he has his race in perfect fashion, and invites you to follow him as closely as you possibly can.
Your first assignment each day is to be loved by God, and secondly go looking for people to love.
Your first assignment is to be forgiven by God, and secondly to go looking for someone to forgive.
First assignment is to be comforted by your God, and secondly go looking for someone to comfort. First is to be taken care of by your Savior, and then go looking for someone to take care of. May God bless you, Loren and Lonna and Kiki and Tara and Jadi and Jake and Jordy and all you who called her mother in law or grandma or friend or day care lady or neighbor, may Jesus Christ and His angels watch over you that the wicked foe may have no power over you, may you do all the good works assigned by God for you to do, and may Jan Rux rest in peace, that she may rest from her labors, and her works do follow her. Amen.
Deuteronomy 32, Philippians 2:5-11, John 12:12-19
Grace, mercy, and peace to you from our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.
Today is confirmation day, and that means we have 23 young people looking to stand up in front of our congregation. They’re looking to grasp their baptismal faith like adults. They’re looking to say words that matter today.
I’ve told some of you this before, but it’s worth repeating. My wedding day was one of the scariest days of my life, but I wasn’t afraid because I doubts about marrying my beautiful bride Laura. I was afraid because I read the vows: “To have and to hold... for better, for worse… for richer, for poorer… in sickness and in health…” I was afraid because I realized there aren’t excuses or exceptions to those vows. I don’t get to opt out of having and holding if I’m having a really bad day, or if Laura is getting on my nerves. I don’t get to opt out of providing for Laura if I lose my job or if I lose my ability to work. I’m taking an oath whether Laura lives out her days in health or they are fraught with sickness.
It’s a promise bigger than I. It was a day when I got to participate in something bigger than myself, and I said words that mattered.
There are very few days in your life when you get to speak words that matter. This is one of them.
We celebrate Confirmation on Palm Sunday, the first day of the holiest week of the Christian’s year. It’s extraordinary. Every year, this week, the church takes over the entire week. It’s the 7 days of Jesus’ life set in slow motion, as we retrace his last days, his final steps, as we listen to his every word. We watch him ride into Jerusalem not as a conquering king on a warhorse but as the rightful ruler, on a donkey. We watch him trash the temple court saying, “My Father’s house is a house of prayer.” We sit with him as he takes his last meal with his disciples. We see him pray in agony, at Gethsemane as Judas betrays him. We know his hours on the cross, his death, and his rest in the tomb.
Our story gets taken over by his story. Today, you get to speak words that matter. Did you read the vows? They start out baptismal. I renounce the devil. I believe in a God who is Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. I believe in him because he came to earth and made himself a man. I will regularly come to the Lord’s Table. I will be faithful to my vows to my dying day, and I would rather face death than fall away from these vows.
We are asking you, some of you for the first time in your lives, to be an adult.
So then, what does it mean to be an adult? You think about how you get a driver’s license at 16, how you can vote at 18, or drink at 21, or the final milestone, you can drive a rental car at 25. Or you might think about living on your own, making your own rules, starting a career or a long-term relationship. But, what does it mean to grasp your faith as an adult? Three answers for today: first, it means bowing your head to that which matters; second, it means taking up your cross and following Christ; third, it means resting in your baptismal grace.
First, it means bowing your head and bending your knee to that which matters.
A story has been told of a man who loved his boat and liked to make sure it looked good. He waxed it every week. He cleaned off the propeller every time he got it out the water. He made sure the carpet was vacuumed and the cover was put on every winter. But he never changed the oil. It always seemed to work well, so he never thought of it. But one day after waxing it, he went to start it up and… there was nothing. You see, he was making sure it looked good, and he neglected the heart. He was after the little matters, and he missed that which actually mattered.
Waxing and washing, vacuuming and covering – they’re all good and important in their own way, but they don’t get to the heart of the matter. What’s like that in your life? Grasping your faith as an adult is figuring out what matters little and what matters most.
Because the heart of the matter is this: that in the end faith, hope and love remain, but the greatest of these is love, and if you want to see the love of God – love more perfect than any other’s, if you want to see the peculiar picture of what it means to love as a Christian – if you want to see how this was made full, look no further than Jesus Christ being made the payment for your sin. Look no further than Jesus who speaks hard truths in love to those who really needed to hear it. Look no further than Jesus sitting down in the dust to forgive those who really screwed up. Look no further than Jesus doing all that Jesus does, and know that every act of God in the Old and New Testaments is an act of love incarnate.
This is makes you weird. This is what makes you peculiar; it’s what makes the Christian a Christian. The heart of your life is a knowledge that Jesus Christ was dead but is now alive, and in the mysterious way of Baptism, because he lives, now you live also. You grasp your faith firmly when you confess this before men. Nothing matters more than Jesus Christ and him crucified.
Today I invite you to confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father. I invite you to look toward what actually matters. One of my favorite bands put it this way: “You know you are as small as the things you let annoy; you know you are gigantic as the things that you adore.” Or in a better way, hear how Paul says it later in Philippians 4: Whatever is true… Whatever is honorable… whatever is just… whatever is lovely… whatever is commendable… if there is anything excellent or praiseworthy, think about these things.
Second, grasping your faith like an adult means picking up your cross and dying. It’s not a mistake that we examine our confirmands a week before Jesus is crucified. It’s not just random that you’re confirmed on Palm Sunday as thousands and hundreds of thousands cried out “Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord” or that you’ll take the Lord’s Supper on the night when Jesus was betrayed. You start your adult life in the faith this week because your faith follows the form of your savior.
And when I think of form, I think of how I just started playing some Thursday night basketball and how bad my shot looks these days, and I remember Rick Riehl my high school basketball coach. He was a fiery kind of guy who’d slam his hand down on chairs and yell Judas Priest whenever we messed up, and I remember one thing he’d say pretty often as we shot hundreds of free throws that we shot at the end of practices: he’d say, “Practice doesn't make perfect, it makes permanent… perfect practice makes perfect.” It doesn’t matter how many thousand free throws you shoot… the only way to improve is to correct your form.
And I tell you that to tell you this: your faith follows the form of your savior.
That’s what “Take up your cross” means – it means that your life is cruciform: you follow a savior who was crucified, died and was buried, and we should expect the same. It means that you follow a savior that was raised to eternal life, and because he lives, so you shall live. It means that suffering comes upon the just and the unjust, and still, blessed be the name of the Lord. It means to embrace the Christian life as a way of suffering, of strangeness, of sin, of leaving yourself open for hurt so that you can show mercy and forgiveness especially to those who don’t deserve it.
Or, like Moses says it in Deuteronomy, close to the last word in a 34 chapter sermon, “He’s the one who kills and makes alive. He’s the one who would and the one who heals. No one can deliver you out of his hand.”
Today, I invite you to remember that the whole process of confirmation revolves around the idea that this week – Holy Week – and Good Friday and Easter Sunday is the most important week of your life. It’s the most important week that’s ever been a week. It’s the week when the fate of the world changed from death to life. It’s a week when God the Father, maker of heaven and earth, did the justice of our sin to his Son, so that Jesus might become sin for us.
Finally, it means resting in your baptismal grace. This week, I had the privilege of being at the bedside of Janice Rux as she passed away. I was there as she breathed her last breaths, with her family all around, with tears streaming down our faces after months wondering when the Lord would take her home. They say in the end that, although you may not be able to respond, many times you can still hear. So, I took her by the hand and spoke to her the same words I’ve spoken many times now, “Jan, you know that your family and your pastor are here with you and we love you. And more than that, we know that your Savior is with you even when you are beyond us.”
Our God promises in your baptism. He promises that he will be your God and you will be his people. He brings you out of darkness into his marvelous light. He nails every single one of your transgressions on his cross. He pays for your sins. He promises that he is your good shepherd and no one can snatch you out of his hand. He promises that your worth is not based on your performance. He promises that he held you in your salvation even before you knew right from left, and he will hold you in his hand even when you are beyond reason.
Our God promises in the Lord’s Supper. He promises that like food and drink make your body strong, so the forgiveness of sins in the Lord’s Supper makes your soul strong. He promises that just as food and drink become part of your being, so forgiveness becomes a part of your soul. He shows you that he is the Strong One, and if you want strength, you will find it at his altar.
Today, I don’t invite you to stop being a child. You are a child of your parents, and you’ll always be a child of your parents. In your baptism, you are a child of God, and you’ll always be a child of God. The difference now is, I do invite you to be an adult child that knows you’re resting in the promises you’ve been given.
In conclusion, this day is about grasping your faith as adults. It’s about bowing your head to what really matters. It’s about taking up your cross and following your Savior. It’s about resting in your baptismal grace.
My wedding day was one of the scariest days of my life, yes, but it was also one of the best. On these days when we make promises, we remember that life is about living each day in good times and in bad grasping the enormity of the promises we make to God today, and about resting each night in the sure forgiveness that comes because he is our true father and we are his true children.
May the God who knit you together in your mother’s womb, who claimed you as his own in baptism, and who began this good work in you, bring it to completion in the day of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. Amen and amen.
John 19: 28 – Later, knowing that all was now completed, and so that the Scripture would be fulfilled, Jesus said, “I am thirsty.” A jar of wine vinegar was there, so they soaked a sponge in it, put the sponge on a stalk of the hyssop plant, and lifted it to Jesus’ lips. When he had received the drink, Jesus said, “It is finished.” With that he bowed his head and gave up his spirit.”
…Refer to painting by Jim Tissot / Scrolls now able to be read /at the moment of death veil in temple rent in two, earthquake and saints raised / angels and archangels rejoicing
So far in this Lenten season, we have heard Christ speak from the cross five times.
First, we listened in as He prayed for His Father to forgive soldiers who were not sorry for what they were doing, they were not apologizing, they were not believing, and they were not about to change their sinful ways, and we learned how anxious is our God to have mercy.
Secondly, we listened in as Jesus promised paradise to a thief who was sorry for what he had done, he was crying out for mercy, and so we learned how wide and how deep and how long and how nearby is our God’s love.
Third, we listened in as Jesus made sure that his mom would be taken care of by his disciple John, and we learned from Jesus what it means to be sons and daughters of our father in heaven.
Fourth, we heard Jesus cry out in the darkness and ask why His father had to forsake him, and we were comforted in knowing that because he was abandoned, we will never have to travel through life alone.
Fifth, we heard Jesus cry out for a drink, even though he is the very fountain of living water. We saw how He suffered in both body and soul and how all that He endured He did so for us.
Today we hear Jesus cry out with a loud voice that IT IS FINISHED and in his next breath, other Gospel writers indicate that He commended his spirit into his father’s hands and he died.
First of all, we ask what did Jesus finish? When Adam and Eve sinned, God promised that their Descendant would crush the devil’s head. With his suffering and death, Jesus completed that.
God had promised Abraham that his descendant would bless the nations. With his suffering and death, Jesus did that. In English, “it is finished” is three words. In Greek, it is only one word. It is perhaps the greatest word ever spoken. The world could never speak this word to us the way Jesus did. Jesus finished the race he came to run. He completed the course assigned for him to endure. He fought the battle his father asked him to fight and won the war he was sent to wage.
• Story of my dad’s four brothers going off to fight in WWII, not so much drafted into war, they enlisted. I can only imagine Grandma and Grandpa Griffin worrying and praying and yearning for that day when Francis, Ray, Cleo, and Don were finished. Some may have felt the war was finished when Hitler died, or the day the bombs were dropped on Nakasaki and Hiroshima, or maybe when the treaty was signed. But for Grandpa and Grandma Griffin, there were no doubt four separate days when their four boys finished their fighting and came home. How how they must have celebrated those homecomings.
• Ken Harstad – his suffering was finished the day he came home from prison.
• Jan Rux – her suffering was finished today about 10:20 with daughters, son, sister, husband, and Pastor Muther at her bedside. Months of doing battle with cancer, days and days of death apparently near, hours of restlessness, and then it was finished. I received the report as a text from Pastor Muther – Jan Rux has passed away.
• The next text I received was from Debi – Do not eat the hard boiled eggs, need to cook them more!!!!
• In our text for today, the Son reports to his father he was finished. All of the ridicule, the misunderstandings, and the plotting of his enemies was finished. All of the arresting, the unfair trials, the slapping, the mocking, and the spitting were finished. All of the beatings and the whippings were finished. All of the nailing and the railing and the crucifying and the bleeding and the excruciating agony were done, and as the Son reports to the Father, we listen in, no doubt the angels and the archangels of heaven are listening in, and thank God the suffering is completed.
• But when Jesus said tetelestai, he wasn’t just thinking about himself, he was thinking about a world of sinners. He wasn’t just relieved that his suffering was over, he was rejoicing that the cup of his father’s wrath had been drained, he was reporting to his father in heaven and to anyone who has ears to hear that the curse of the sinful Adam had been reversed, he was reporting to his father in heaven and to anyone who has ears to hear that prophecies had been fulfilled, that all debts had been paid, and that heavenly mansions had been prepared. He was reporting to his father in heaven and to anyone who has ears to hear that all that needed to be suffered had been suffered, that all the laws that needed to be kept had been kept, that all the blood that needed to be shed had been shed, and that all the works of the devil that needed to be destroyed had been destroyed.
• We may picture Jesus as standing with one foot on the devil’s neck as he lies chained on the ground. The devil’s crown has rolled away into a ditch, he’s king no more, he has no power over us now, when we die, or after we die.
• While it is true that the devil is on a chain, it is also true that in the latter days, that chain will be lengthened. And because the devil has a longer leash in the end times, it means he will be stepping up his attacks on the called, gathered, enlightened, and sanctified people of God. Two temptations in particular come to mind today.
First, he tempts us to forget that our salvation is a done deal and to think that we still have to do something to be saved. It’s when we think that we have to do something ourselves to stay in or earn the favor of God that we are more likely to feel we are failures. To be sure, we fail every day in our marriages and in our family life, we fail every day in the bad that we do and the good we fail to do. But the fact that we keep on failing has no effect on our Lord’s success on a little hill outside of Jerusalem. Our Lord’s success keeps on getting delivered into our hearts in the preaching of the Word and in the pronouncement of absolution and in the eating and drinking of the Supper. The world can deliver all kinds of messages into our hearts, but only the Church can give us this pure and simple good news, that our sins are forgiven, our salvation is accomplished, heaven is ours.
A second temptation is to live as if the crucifixion and death of our Lord doesn’t really matter. In fact, our #1 problem in life has already been solved, all other problems are secondary. In fact, our #1 challenge has already been met, all other challenges pale in comparison. In fact, our #1 question in life has been answered, all other questions are by definition less important.
The kingdom of God is like a widow who misses her husband in a strong way, but even stronger is her confidence that her name is written in the book of life. It’s like a married couple that spends all kinds of energy worrying about their future and the future of their children and grandchildren, but over the years they have developed a wonderful habit of taking all their worries to God in prayer at the end of the day, and as often as they do so, their worries have a way of melting away and they lay their heads down in peace. The kingdom of God is like a young man devastated by the idea that his wife would end his marriage, but even stronger than that devastation is his confidence that he has been baptized and that God will be faithful to the promises of Baptism. It’s like a busy and stressed out and hard working person who has a long to do list and imagines some days she will go crazy if she doesn’t get everything done, but then she travels one more time through the season of Lent and into Holy Week, and one more time, she knows that all is well with her soul. In Jesus’ Name. Amen.
Fifth Sunday in Lent
Luke 20:9-20 – But Jesus, having given them a look, said, “What then is this that is written, “The stone that the builders rejected has become the cornerstone.”
Back in my growing up days, my dad and I were pretty strong Minnesota Twins fans. We would listen to games late into the night on little transistor radios, and my very first hero in life was Harmon Killebrew, #3, an aw shucks kind of a guy who struck out a lot, wasn’t particularly good in the field, but he hit all kinds of home runs. In 1965, when it was the Twins vs. the Los Angeles Dodgers in the World Series, I remember the school office playing the games over the intercom in our little school / would play full nine inning games between dreaded Yankees and Twins / would see to it that Killebrew would hit at least one grand slam home run each game / would dream of playing in Metropolitan Stadium, hitting home runs to win games / would dream of the crowd standing and roaring and watching balls sail over the fences/ My dream ended in about 7th grade summer Babe Ruth baseball, when I figured out I wasn’t a very good baseball player. I wasn’t particularly good in the outfield, and I had a really hard time even making contact with the ball as a batter, much less being a home run hitter. My dream wasn’t really rooted in reality, it was all about me, wasn’t at all a prayerful approach to what God’s plan for me might be. To use the language of our Gospel lesson for today, my first dream in life was missing a (Cornerstone).
Our sermon theme today is “Living The Dream.” You have perhaps heard it said that there are three kinds of people – those who make things happen, those who watch things happen, and those who wonder what happened. Another version of that might be that there are folks who are living God’s dream, those who are living their own dream, and those who have stopped dreaming and maybe never did have a dream. The prophet Joel predicted that in the latter days God would pour out his Spirit on all flesh…your old men shall dream dreams, and your young men shall see visions.
In our Old Testament lesson, Israel was focused on the glory days of the past, but God wanted them to see Him as their present day provider and to see an even more glorious future. They were fixed on days gone by when God had delivered them out of slavery in Egyptian, they were fixed on their triumphant crossing of the Red Sea, but God wanted them to fix their eyes on Him as deliverer from Babylon. But their return to the homeland wasn’t at all the climax of the dream God was calling them to live. God’s ultimate dream for the Babylonian exiles was that they would spend their lives (declaring His praise!) Yes, God was doing a new thing for their nation, and yes He was going to make for them a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert, and yes He would be providing water for His thirsty people, and yes they would be living their dream and living happily ever after, but the joy was meant to be contagious, “the people I formed for myself that they might declare my praise.
In today’s Epistle Lesson, we see that Paul had a vision for how to live out his life as well. We see that once Jesus Christ got ahold of Paul, His life long dream was to (lose) Himself and (gain) Christ. Prior to meeting up with Jesus on the road to Damascus, Saul’s passion was to destroy Christianity, but once Jesus got ahold of him, his passion was to spread far and wide the good news of Jesus Christ. Prior to conversion, Saul was on fire for the status quo of Judaism, but once Christ called him out of darkness into a marvelous light, He was all about forgetting what was behind him and knowing Christ. He wanted to be found in Christ. He wanted nothing to do with his own righteousness and everything to do with the righteousness from God that depends on faith. His dream was to share in the sufferings of Christ, it was to become like Christ in his death and know the power of resurrection. Living the dream for Paul meant that that whatever he could do for the sake of the Gospel, he would do. Whatever he could suffer for the sake of His Savior, he would suffer. Wherever he was called to go for His Lord, even if it turned out to be a nightmare, there he would go.
As it was with the people of God in the days of Babylonian exile, as it was with St. Paul, so it is with us this very day, in this very place. God has to shatter our self-centered dreams before we can (share His vision). We see that principle getting played out also in our Gospel lesson for today. In Luke 20, Jesus is getting on the nerves of Jewish chief priests, scribes, and elders. In fact, he’s doing more than that, he’s driving them crazy with rage and jealousy. Their dream was to live out their divine appointments as the teachers of Israel, but here was Jesus standing in temple, teaching their people, and horror of horrors, the people were listening to Jesus and more than a few were believing and they were following.
When they asked Jesus by whose authority he was teaching, he answered their question with his own question.”You tell me, was the baptism of John from heaven or from man?” They knew if they said John’s baptism was from man, the people would stone them to death, and if they said John’s baptism was from heaven, Jesus would ask them why then they didn’t believe John. And so they answered the way my 7th and 8th grade students occasionally answer, with a shrug of the shoulders, and “I don’t know.” And so Jesus says, if you won’t tell me and answer, then neither will I tell you by whose authority I do these things!
Instead Jesus tells them a parable meant to shatter their own self centered vision for Israel and call them to repentance. In this parable, the vineyard refers to God’s people, God is the owner of the vineyard who has done everything necessary for fruit to be produced, and the Jewish religious leaders are the tenants hired to manage the vineyard while the owner is good. Two questions we ask today to learn what it means to have our self centered dreams shattered, then replaced and aligned with our shared vision in this place to mature as disciples for Jesus Christ.
Question #1 - What kind of renters would see themselves as (owners?) The problem with these tenants was not that they were not doing their job of working the vineyard. The problem was that they refused to provide the fruit of their labor. Instead of honoring their God with their work, they were serving themselves. They were dreaming big dreams for themselves. The owner had provided them with a comfortable arrangement, they had solid employment and a secure future. Their ultimate dream wasn’t to produce fruit, it was to have the inheritance for themselves. Their dream was for the status quo to continue, for old traditions to be maintained, for their positions of power to be increased, for Roman oppression to end, for the temple of Jerusalem to be central, and for the glory days of old to return. Instead of striving to be faithful stewards of all the owner had given them, they were living with the illusion that they if they would kill the owner’s son, the vineyard would be theirs to keep.
The kingdom of God is like a man who almost dislocated his arm the other day patting himself on the back. He was congratulating himself for paying off the mortgage on his house, congratulating himself for owning nice vehicles, congratulating himself for having his finances in order, congratulating himself for planning his estate well. Yes, he is living the dream, he thinks to himself, and he doesn’t mind it at all, if others comment on what a nice life he has fashioned for himself.
Question #2 - What kind of owner would send his only son to his (violent death?) We can understand an owner who would send a servant to collect his share of the fruit, that’s what absentee landlords would do in that day. But once they beat him up and sent him away empty handed, we do not understand how a clear thinking owner would send a second servant all by himself. And when they beat up the second servant and send him away empty handed and do the same with a third servant, what owner in his right mind would send his beloved son and think they would respect him? The same kind of God who would send one prophet and then another and then another dozen to a rebellious people over the course of thousands of years, in hope that his people would repent. The same kind of God who would send his only begotten Son into this world, that whoever would believe in him would not perish but have eternal life. The same kind of father Pastor Muther preached about last Sunday, the father who would run with reckless abandon to greet and love and forgive his returning and rebellious son, the same kind of father who would kill the fatted calf and throw a party and plead with the entire family to celebrate that the lost had been found and the dead son was now alive. The same kind of God who would look you in the eyes today and say that no matter how far you have strayed, no matter how self-centered you have been, no matter how ungratefully you have lived, no matter how often you have patted yourself on the back and congratulated yourself for being so hard working and successful….he says fix your eyes on my son and do not be distracted, he has suffered all that you deserved to suffer, he has paid the price you could never begin to pay, for the joy set before him, he endured the cross and he scorned the shame, his dream is for you some day to be with him in paradise, and until that that day comes, would you do me just this one favor……….just let your light shine, let your light so shine before others that they might see your good works and give glory to my father in heaven.
THE LOOK In today’s Gospel, we see Jesus giving his listeners THE LOOK, he looks them in the eyes and tells them in no uncertain terms that you either build your house on the true cornerstone, or your house will collapse into rubble. You either believe in Jesus as Lord and are saved or you believe not and are condemned. You either live the dream that God has called you to live, you live your own self centered dream, or you just sort of wander through life with no particular dream.
The kingdom of God is like a large church in a small town where Jesus is looking them in the eyes in a regular kind of a way and inviting them to live out their dreams in a way that gives Him glory and binds them together. It’s like a young mother of five children who posts on FB, “my dream is simple. Be married to the right man and raise beautiful children.” It’s like a single person who loves to go to church, she listens closely to the sermons, she has a passion for serving ina quiet and behind the scenes way. It’s like a busy and hard working couple whose marriage has all kinds of ups and downs, and one of their favorite times in life is when they look each other in the eyes, they say they are sorry, and they forgive as they have been forgiven. It’s like a single mom whose son is going down the wrong path in life and she spends her days crying her tears and worrying until she is sick to her stomach, but at the end of most days, she is still, she knows that God is God, and she endures. Finally the kingdom of God is like an elderly couple doing less and less what they would like to be doing and more and more their dream is to take care of each other, to season their conversations with grace, and that their Christian joy would be contagious. Amen.
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