March 30,
2018
+ I preached last Sunday about how I
dreaded Holy Week this year. I dreaded it—I still dread it—because of today.
This moment. This dark, silent moment.
What I have been keeping with me
this week is that the story of Jesus, for us as followers of Jesus, is our
story too. What we commemorate today isn’t just something that happened then,
back then, in the distant past, to someone else—to Jesus.
It is where we are too. This is our
story. And it is happening now, right now, for us.
This is our story.
This is our death. This is the death
of those we love the most.
This is the part of the story we
don’t want to be ours.
This bleakness.
This stripped away austerity.
This violence.
This…death.
We have reached the lowest point in
this long, dark week. Everything seems
to have led to this moment. To this
moment—this moment of the cross, the nails, the thorns.
To this moment of blood and pain and
death.
To this moment of violence and utter
destruction.
We are here, in this moment, not
finding much comfort, not finding much consolation. We have, after all, known
in our lives what this despair is.
The day after my mother died last
January, as her body was being cremated, I
went to what is called the Grief
Shrine at Sts. Anne and Joachim Catholic Church here in Fargo. There, tucked
away in a far corner of the church, is a shrine for those who mourn. In it is a
representation of the Pietà—the famous statue of Mary holding the dead body of
Jesus. In her arms, Jesus has been taken off the cross and lies on her lap,
while she gazes upward toward God, grief written on her face.
The Pietà at Sts Anne & Joachim Catholic Church, Fargo. January 29, 2018 |
That day after my mother died, that
statue was very potent reflection of my own grief at that moment. In that statue, I saw myself and my mother. Though,
for me, our saw our roles were changed. For me, it was not the mother holding
the son. It was rather the son holding the body of the mother.
I too held my mother’s body that Sunday
afternoon I found her, very much as Mary holds her Son in that statue. And because
I recognized out shared place, though switched a bit, I saw that, yes, it too
was my story.
See, this is our story too. What Jesus shows us in his life—and death—is that we
are not alone. We don’t go through all this alone. Jesus went there too. And because
Jesus did, God knows what we are experiencing in this awful thing called death.
Today—in the death of Jesus—we see
that this is also the death of our loved ones. And it is our death as well. And nothing fills us with more fear than this.
This is why, in this awful moment,
we know despair. In this dark moment,
our own brokenness seems more profound, more real. We can feel this brokenness now in a way we
never have before. Our brokenness is
shown back to us like the reflection in a dark mirror as we look upon that
broken, emaciated body on the cross, or held in the arms of his mother.
But…as broken as we are, as much of
a reminder of our own death this day might be, as overwhelmed as we might be by
the presence of death in our lives at times, so too is the next 48 hours or so.
What seems like a bleak, black
moment will be replaced by the blinding Light of the Resurrection.
What seems like a moment of
unrelenting despair will soon be replaced by an unleashing of unrestrained joy.
What seems like an eternal
brokenness will replaced by complete wholeness.
Yes, we might die, but God is not
dead. Yes, we might be broken, but God will restore all that is broken. Just as
God restored the broken Body of Jesus, so God will restore us and our loved
ones as well.
In short order, this present despair
will be turned completely around. This
present darkness will be vanquished. This present pain will be replaced with a
comfort that brings about peace. This
present brokenness will be healed fully and completely, leaving not even a
scar.
God will prevail even over even…this. Even death has no power over the God of
unending life! This is what today is
about too. This is what our journey in
following Jesus brings to us. All we need to do is go where the journey leads
us and trust in the one who leads.
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