Sermons at St. John’s Presbyterian Church

Come Out of There: Lazarus and Us

Transcribed from the sermon preached November 1, 2009

The Reverend Max Lynn, Pastor

St. John’s Presbyterian Church

2727 College Avenue, Berkeley, CA 94705

Telephone 510-845-6830    Fax 510-845-6837

http://www.stjohnsberkeley.org

Scripture ReadingsIsaiah 25: 1-10, Revelation 21:1-6, John 11:1-6, 17- 45

When I was eighteen I went to Kansas to visit my brother.  One day I helped him dig a basement shelter from tornados. It was hot and the air was heavy with moisture and bugs.  As the afternoon wore on massive cumulous clouds began to gather and become dark.  My brother Doug, a volunteer fireman got a call giving him orders to go watch for tornados.  He went to the highest point in Kansas to the lookout, a massive molehill. I sat around clicking beer bottles together saying, “There is no place like home.” After a couple of hours the watch was called off in favor of severe thunderstorm warnings and Doug came back. We sat on his porch for sunset.  Soon we heard a deep rumble in the distance and a wall of wind slammed into us, followed thirty seconds later by pelting rain and exploding thunderbolts.  The noise was tremendous and frightening.  As the front passed the temperature dropped from about 95 degrees to a pleasant 80, and in the morning everything looked clean and fresh. 

          Two weeks ago we had a solid storm here in Northern California.  We don’t get lighting like the Midwest, but the wind tore off the tarps we had placed over various objects, rain leaked into the building in the usual places, and the power went out, caused by a short in our main power lines.  We have had a crazy two weeks of emergency fixing; a climactic flurry to a stormy six months of construction and change here at St. John’s.

          I have learned about truss beams and sewer laterals, sump pumps and power lines.  If I only had a nickel for every time someone has asked me, “is that in your job description?  Or, “In what class did they teach this in seminary?” Well that class would be entitled Servant Leadership: Getting It Done 101, or Pastoral Psychology 652: Transference and Avoidant Disorders in Pastors and Congregations, or maybe just, Trusses and Toilets for Dummies. 

          Often the world will catch us in the mundane hustle and bustle, the noise of city life, the cares and concerns of this world, and we fear that God may be distant. The noise from our lives, the noise of life in the city, science and technology, entertainment, dress, alcohol, and sex, life in the US in the 21st century may be drowning out our ability to hear God, or God’s ability to hear us.  If God were with us, wouldn’t things be easier?       

          But the need for God will keep popping up, for despite our ability to keep ourselves busy, despite the amazing human ability to come up with technological advance, wars kill more people, great towers still crumble, bridges still break, and repairs need repairing, people lose houses and jobs, mother’s die, children are thrown in jail, friends get breast cancer, and heart surgeons are still human.  Despite air conditioning, we find ourselves hoping for shelter from the heat and the storms of life.

          Each of the passages this All Saints Day are written by authors to audiences who have been going through loss, suffering and tough times.  Isaiah’s envisions both the destruction of Jerusalem by Babylon and the destruction of Babylon by Persia proclaiming, “the blast of the ruthless was like a rainstorm, the noise of aliens like heat in a dry place, you subdued the heat with the shade of clouds; the song of the ruthless was stilled.”

            27:1-5 is a poetic passage from Isaiah and it is not entirely clear which city he is referring to, Babylon or Jerusalem.  Thus we may suspect both.  The ruthless of Jerusalem and the ruthless of Babylon both have met with the justice of God.  “God has been a refuge to the poor, a refuge to the needy in their distress.”  As Isaiah sees it, all things work for the good of those who love God.  When we are in the midst of suffering and tribulation it is difficult to see God’s purposes. But restoration is in process.

Both the Gospel of John and John’s Revelation are written late in the First Century CE.  Christians were seen as heretics by establishment Jews and therefore ostracized and persecuted; we see this reflected in the resentment of John in his very derogatory use of the term “Jews”, a resentment which has been used as fuel for Christian anti-Semitism ever since.  Still, the rest of the outside world saw Christians as Jews.  Indeed most Christians in the first century still held a Jewish world-view.

The very foundation of the Jewish worldview, the temple in Jerusalem was destroyed by Rome in 70.  Beginning in 68 the gates of the city were closed and under siege by the Roman army.  Unable to breach the city's defenses, the Roman armies established a permanent camp just outside the city, digging a trench around the circumference of its walls and building a wall as high as the city walls themselves around Jerusalem. Anyone caught in the trench attempting to flee the city would be captured, crucified, and placed in lines on top of the dirt wall facing into Jerusalem.  It was said that by the end of the siege 10s of thousands of crucified bodies lined the city.

Finally in 70 Jerusalem was destroyed, Herod’s temple looted and burned.  A large part of the Jewish population was enslaved or massacred. Either as slaves or as refugees tens of thousands of Jews were dispersed throughout the Mediterranean, including Asia Minor where the seven churches John is writing to are located. “The coins inscribed Ivdaea Capta (Judea Captured) were issued throughout the Empire in order to demonstrate the futility of possible future rebellions. Judea was represented by a crying woman.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Destruction_of_Jerusalem#Destruction_of_Jerusalem

Now juxtapose this image with our passage from Revelation where John envisions the Holy City, a New Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride, beautifully dressed for her husband.  The dwelling of God is with men…He will wipe away every tear from their eyes.  There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away… I did not see a temple in the city, because the Lord God Almighty and the Lamb are its temple.  The city does not need the sun or the moon to shine on it, for the glory of God gives it light.  On no day will its gates ever be shut, for there will be no night there.”  While Rome has her crying, John sees God coming to wipe away her tears, to open her gates, to be a temple not built with stone, but in the heart of faithful men and women.

There are times in our lives when God seems to be busy somewhere else.  We may be thinking, ok, this is getting a bit difficult God, a bit more than we can handle, we could use your help here.  And yet, it seems, God stays attending somewhere else. 

          After Jesus hears about Lazarus being ill, we are told he stays “two more days in the place where he was.”  We are not told why.  We don’t know what he is doing.  We may suspect that Jesus was reluctant to return to Bethany near Jerusalem for fear of his own safety.  The disciples are worried about his safety when he finally does decide to return.  But in John’s story, it is God’s glory, which will show even in death. Bethany is on the way to his calling to Jerusalem.

          It seems odd to me that when Jesus is planning on raising Lazarus from the dead, that he breaks down weeping.  If he is so confident, why cry?  Or why does John record it as part of the story?  John’s Jesus is super confident and all knowing, yet he weeps.

          I suspect that John’s audience has the same questions and comments of Mary, Martha and everyone else in the story: if he had been here, certainly he would have kept Lazarus from dying.  Not only has John’s audience been under the pressure of being members of a heretical sect within Judaism, and persecuted and scapegoated by the Roman world, but also they no doubt continue to suffer from poverty, disease and death.  So many of the saints and apostles who had first hand experience of Jesus before his death on the cross have also died.

          If the resurrected Jesus were with them, certainly this suffering would not be.  Regrets of omission are some of the most common feelings connected with grief.  If we would have taken mom to get a check up earlier, if we would have checked on the baby sooner, if we would have insisted on that second opinion, if only we had kept her on life support a bit longer, if only we would have forgiven him so that he could be at peace, if I only could have said goodbye.  If only.  Death has that finality to it; time runs out on everything that we were thinking about doing, everything we feel we should have done but didn’t.  Time is up, no more second chances, game over.  “If only” in the face of death means never. We can’t change the bad that we have done to that person, or the good that we didn’t do.  Our chance for them to change, to undo the bad that they have done, to do the good that they should have is over.

          But it is not just about what we have or haven’t done, our grief is about who is missing.  If only he were here.  If only Rod Hamblin and Al Dole, and Don Worth and Margaret Emmington and Stanley Armstrong Hunter were here. If only those saints were still with us.  If only Jesus were still with us.

          Before any solution is offered, Jesus feels the pain of loss and suffering.  Jesus weeps with us.  God feels our finitude, our sense of incompleteness, our brokenness, our loneliness.  God feels the pain of human love.  And yet with Christ all these feelings do not have the last word.  Pain and death does not have the last word.  Roll back that stone, God’s grace is coming in; hope is coming in to give new life.  I am the resurrection and the life, those who believe in me, though they will die, will live.   

          We cannot avoid death, but hope exists even beyond death.  Hope is different from optimism.  Optimism is afraid of weeping.  Optimism insists that things will always get better, that if we are positive only good things will happen to us. Optimism would tell us to hold back weeping when we lose our house or job, or someone dear.  Or worse, if we were only positive, if we only prayed with real faith, then we wouldn’t succumb to disease or death.  Optimism would lead us to deny sin.  All the evil and suffering in the world need not affect us, we can exist in a vacuum, apart from it.  Sir Roger Woolmuth noted that “a pessimist is someone who doesn’t believe his book about torture, murder, and brutality will sell, while the optimist is someone who believes it will.”

          Hope is built on the conviction and faith that despite the fact that pain, suffering, evil and death exist, a life lived for love and peace is connected by the grace of God to another reality, a glorious life, an eternal kingdom, a New Heaven and a New Earth that already exist.  Roll back that stone.

          Frederick Streets writes in the Christian Century that the Lazarus story points to the resurrection of Jesus himself. “The miracle is not (just) the resurrection of Lazarus, but the eternal hope that is brought to life in us through Jesus Christ as we live our own lives and die our own deaths. It is a sobering thought that God is perhaps more concerned about our affirmation of this eternal hope than about the time and manner of our death.

 (Grief and glory - Living by the Word - John 11:1-45 – Column Christian Century, March 10, 1993 by Frederick J. Streets )

          Martin Luther said, “The world tells me, in the midst of life I am going to die. The Gospel tells me, ‘in the midst of death I live.’”

 

Julian of Norwich sang her song from the depths of the Black Plague-infested fourteenth century:

But all shall be well,
And all shall be well,
And all manner of things shall be well?
He did not say, "You shall know no storms, no travails, no disease,"
He said, "You shall not be overcome."

It dawned on me here at the end of this sermon that many first Century Christians were hiding their worship in caves like the one Lazarus was buried in.  I suspect that folks may have been saying, “Well if we lived at the time of Jesus, or if Jesus were here, then we would not allow fear to entomb us.”

          Difficulty and death foster fear, and fear kills our direction, our momentum.  It tempt us to run or hide, to feel we are to weak, too broken and too sinful, too dead to affect the world. We want to look around for someone else, someone better and stronger than us to step in.  If only they were here. We back away from life, decide that God has more important business to attend than us, to and settle in a tomb of excuses and self-pity.  All may seem lost.  But Jesus comes, and it is not too late.  The smell of death does not deter him.  Roll back that stone.  He is so confident that we will rise to new life that he thanks God before he speaks to us.  But soon enough he does speak to us.  Get up; come on out of there.  You are forgiven. I don’t care how small you are, how old you are, how poor; I don’t care if your theology is not all figured out, if the beam of your temple is cracked.  I’ve got your temple right here.  Come on out of there, there are lives to be saved, there is good news to be preached.  Don’t let my death or the death of your brother stop you.  We live and love.  I am the resurrection and the life.  Roll back that stone.  Get up. Come on out.