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Monday, November 3, 2014

The Breath of God (Ezekiel 37:1-14)


Sunday, November 2, 2014


            Ezekiel, standing in a valley of bones; is there a more bizarre story in the Bible?  The story leads with this: “the hand of the Lord came upon me and brought me out in the Spirit of the Lord, and set me down in the midst of the valley.”  In the Spirit of the Lord; we know we are hearing a vision, but still.  What a vision! 
            To what can we compare such a passage?
            Consider a bizarre bit from the gospel of Matthew.  It comes right at the moment Jesus dies on the cross after an agonizing day of trials, floggings, taunts, and then the pain and shame of hanging, nailed to a cross.  He breathes his last breath; then Matthew writes
50 And Jesus cried out again with a loud voice, and yielded up His spirit.
51 Then, behold, the veil of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom; and the earth quaked, and the rocks were split, 52 and the graves were opened; and many bodies of the saints who had fallen asleep were raised; 53 and coming out of the graves after His resurrection, they went into the holy city and appeared to many.

            If this actually had happened, why didn’t Mark, Luke, or John mention it?  Or Paul?  I don’t think this was an event in history.  Matthew, I believe, tapped into the same spirit of symbolism and prophetic anticipation that Ezekiel used.  He may have had Ezekiel’s “dry bones passage” in mind when he wrote these words.  We know from Ezekiel 37:1 that the prophet is in a vision.  He says as much in verse 11.  “Son of man, these bones are the house of Israel.” 
Israel will not vanish into the mists of history.  The God who chose Israel to be His chosen, special people through whom he would show himself to all humanity, the God who parted the Red Sea and enabled David to defeat Goliath – that God was still God.  That God would honor his promises to Israel, even in exile.  Even under Babylonian rule, they would be God’s people and live in blessing and relationship.  Ezekiel’s story of bones come to life is told to show Israel all is not lost and never will be.
Centuries later, Matthew taps into that unrelenting, unfailing hope in God of Israel when he writes, “The graves were opened.”  The minute Jesus, the Son of God, died death was defeated.  Matthew wrote as if those things happened in that moment.  Thus he struck with a prophetic effect similar to Ezekiel.  The specter of death that hangs over all humans was lifted for all in Christ.  When Matthew says the graves opened and the inhabitants left death behind and went into the city and testified, he meant the witness that would be given by the apostles.
Peter and John, James and Paul and the rest no longer lived with the notion that death was something to fear.  In Christ, it just is not an issue for us.  Yes, these bodies die.  Yes, in many cases, disease or sickness or tragedy precedes the death of the body and it can be painful and heartbreaking.  The apostles though, especially right after meeting the risen Lord, saw past all that death entails.  They saw into eternity. 
These bodies that die will rise again at the resurrection.  On that day, what Matthew spoke of as symbolism and saw as a future reality will actually take place.  Graves will open, bodies will reconstitute in eternal form so that the resurrected body can no longer feel pain, be injured or die.  People, who were cremated, buried, or whatever else will be brought back together and raised to everlasting life.  In resurrected bodies, all who are in Christ live as sons and daughters of God in eternal joy.  Until then, we live this life in relationships of love with God and with each other.  Even though we know we will likely experience the death of our bodies and we will go through the pains and ailments all people have, we live as people who will live forever.  Just as Ezekiel foresaw Israel’s revival as the people of God, Matthew anticipated the end of death for all who follow Christ.
I wonder how this reality lives in the mind of Daniel Ayuba.  He lives in the area of Nigeria that has been terrorized by Boko Haram, a Muslim group intent on imposing the strictest of enforcement of sharia law.[i]  Boko Haram has turned Northern Nigeria into a war zone with their deadly assaults on civilian populations including the abduction of over 200 girls earlier this year.  I think of them and wonder if I lived there, would I have any hope. 
The Israelites in exile in Babylon were fixed in despair.  Was their identity as people of God gone forever?  Had their God been defeated?  Ezekiel’s vision of dry bones becoming resurrected was God’s message that he had not gone anywhere, that his vision for his people was life, and that life was absolutely their future.
These bones are the whole house of Israel.
‘Thus says the Lord God: “Behold, O My people, I will open your graves and cause you to come up … and bring you into the land of Israel. 13 Then you shall know that I am the Lord … . 14 I will put My Spirit in you, and you shall live, and I will place you in your own land.
To Israel’s despair, God promised life. 
That life came in an unexpected, new way in Jesus – God fulfilling God’s promise to Israel in the person of God’s messiah.  Jesus’ death and resurrection was the ultimate fulfillment of God’s promise.  If Matthew wrote in the late first century as most scholars think, then he was writing to specific church or group of churches and the reason he formed his gospel as he did was to aid the church in their development as a missional community whose purpose was to share Jesus with the world. It was a small church that was out of favor with larger entities all around it – Roman paganism, Greek culture, and the synagogue.  Surely the church to which Matthew was writing underwent times of despair. 
The resurrection had happened, but this was more than 30 years later.  Paul was probably dead.  The first generation of Jesus – followers were old.  Would the entire movement fade and die a slow, forgettable death?  I wonder if Matthew, using prophetic anticipation, inspired by the breath, the Spirit of God, gave a resounding “No” to the despair that threatened the nascent church. 
We aren’t going to make it.  Matthew’s response?  Jesus … yielded up His spirit.  And the graves were opened; and many bodies of the saints who had fallen asleep were raised; 53 and coming out of the graves after His resurrection, they went into the holy city and appeared to many.  Matthew was telling his church, “You are these who were in the grave.  You know Jesus was raised and because he was, you come into the city and testify to the life we have in the Lord Jesus Christ.
A despairing exiled community; a demoralized church; God speaks hope where it seems all hope is gone.  I mentioned Daniel Ayuba and Nigerians under the threat of violence and death at the hands of Boko Haram.  Two years ago, attackers planted a bomb near a car wash in the city of Maiduguri. He was near the explosion.  He had 80% of his body covered in shrapnel, one of his legs shattered.  He said, "I looked around me and there was fire burning, houses blown up and dead people. I kept on crying, crying for someone to come help me, but no one would come.”  His body to this day is covered with scars.  He’ll carry this pain and terror. 
If I lived in Nigeria, how could I hope?  I live in the comfort of middle class America and I feel powerless and despondent when I read the stories or think about the violence in Syria.  This event was not the first time he experience heartache due to Boko Haram violence.  At one point he asks as I am sure most Nigerians ask, “What is wrong with these people?”  When life conspires to break us whether by exile or persecution or terrorism or in our own very real disappointments and losses, it seems natural to ask, what is wrong with this?  I find myself in my personal frustrations pounding the table asking, what it wrong here?  And yet, Mr. Ayuba had this to say, his final quote in the CNN article.   "It was God that saved me. He kept me alive on purpose, and I ask God every day to [reveal] that purpose to me," he said.  He felt the breath of God.
That is the source of our hope. The Old Testament uses the same word for breath, spirit, and wind.[ii]  One of the passages that uses this word with great frequency is today’s reading, Ezekiel 37.  Maybe it is tempting to go through and try to discern each use.  “Well here, it means wind, like the wind in the trees.”  “And in this case it means, breath, like a person’s breathing.”  “But in this other instance, it refers to God’s Spirit.”  Such an exercise has its place, but in understanding how we have life from God and what that means, it is better to allow the definitions to flow together into an understanding and experience of God at work.
The breath of God hovered over the chaos even before God began creating (Genesis 1:1).  This breath was God’s Spirit that carried Ezekiel to the valley and showed him the vision.  Within the vision, after the bones rattled and reassembled and took on flesh and stood, they were still not alive.  Not until animating breath of God filled them did they become who God intended them to become. 
That same wind/spirit/breath visited Mary.  She became pregnant by the Holy Spirit and she gave birth to the son of God, God in the flesh.  At the end of John’s Gospel, the resurrected Jesus breathes on the disciples and they receive the Holy Spirit (John 20:22) for the purpose of continuing the work of announcing the Kingdom and calling dying people to life.  At the end of Matthew’s Gospel Jesus sends those same disciples to baptize people in the name of the Spirit (Matthew 20:19).
In Genesis, in Ezekiel, in Matthew, in John, in your life, in mine, and in the world today, life comes when we have the breath of God in us.  I want to spend time this morning in deep prayer, thinking about resurrection, about the hope that we have, and about being filled with God’s Spirit.  Perhaps when you hear words like discouragement and despair you immediate think of your own life.  You are going through a difficult time or you fear that is coming.  If that is so, as we sing this last song, I invite you to come, kneel at the steps, and pray.  There is no shame here.  This is a place of healing.  There is no need to holdback or hide your fears or try to pretend you are not discouraged.  Come.  Come and pour it out before the God who brings the dead to life.  Please.  Let yourself be freed from the pressure to pretend all is well.  Come before God.
Perhaps you are not in a rough patch but you know someone who is.  Someone you know, someone you love is in the throes of depression.  Come to steps, to the cross, to Christ on behalf of that person.  Pour your heart before God, the giver of the Spirit, on behalf of another.  This is intercession and I am asking you to come and intercede for someone. 
Or, maybe you are like me.  Your own life is pretty good, but you feel the burden over what’s happening in Nigeria or in Syria or in some place right here in North Carolina were a group of people are suffering to the point of despair.  Come before Jesus, our Lord and Savior.  Come on behalf of the group under siege, the people God has placed on your heart.  Come and ask the God who animates dry bones to give life to this people you carry in your heart
We move from sermon into prayer right now.  You have heard this invitation.  Together we have walked in stories from the Bible, stories of God bringing life.  Our best response is worship and prayer.  Come.

AMEN

Conclusion
-         Invite people to bring their discouragement to the steps, to the cross, to Christ



[i] http://www.cnn.com/2014/04/23/world/africa/nigeria-boko-haram-victim/
[ii] http://www.workingpreacher.org/preaching.aspx?commentary_id=39

Monday, October 20, 2014

Coffee Colored Faith

In our church this past Sunday, a man gave the children’s sermon.  It was about obedience.  He wanted to show how obedience to God’s ways fills and flavors one’s life so that life lived in obedience to God is better, more wonderful than a life of disobedience.

He used three images.  He showed the children pictures.

First, he used a carrot.  What happens when you boil a carrot in water?  It gets soft and mushy.  Do we want to be soft and mushy on the inside, no form, nothing to stand on?  Of course not!

Next, he used an egg as his example.  What happens when an egg is boiled?  Inside it hardens.  And our apart from the ways of God our hearts harden until we have no heart left and are nothing more than stone inside.

I get that his illustrations are not all that sophisticated, but this was a children’s sermon with kids as young as pre-school age.  They got the point.  And with his third example, I got an even better blessing, one I am sure he did not intend but would be happy with nonetheless.

He showed a picture of a coffee bean.  When that is ground and boiled, it turns water into wonderful, delicious coffee.  First, the man who gave this demonstration is my friend and I did not know he is coffee drinker.  Maybe he’s not.  Maybe he described so beautifully for the sake of the illustration.  I am a total coffee drinker.  I think it is a wonderful invention, brought the world by Ethiopia, by the way! 

So, as a coffee-lover, I loved that he likened the wonders of a life of obedience to God to water that has been turned into coffee (which I would take over wine any day).  But there was, for me, a deeper blessing.  Here is my family.






Notice, my children are vanilla, milk chocolate and dark chocolate.

Now think about colors and the images they usually convey.  When someone is in a dark mood, is that a good thing?  Is a black mark on your record something you want?  Do we yearn for dark times?  Is the phrase “black as night” accompanied by happy butterfly music?  So often “dark” and “black” conjure up negative thoughts.  Other colors are used to arouse happiness, joy, or peace.

What does that mean for people who are categorized as “black”?  Africa in some circles is called the “dark” continent.  By the way, that is about as ignorant as it gets.  Travel to Ethiopia and you’ll be blizted by vibrant color, especially red, green, and yellow!

When my friend did his children’s sermon, the negative were the hard white egg and the mushy orange carrot.  That was life without God’s word.

The good life, the delicious life is the coffee-darkened life.  As that deep blackness of coffee permeates the colorless, flavorless water, excitement, goodness, energy, and joy seep in just life is invigorated when it is filled to the brim with the ways of God.  I didn’t realize until I heard that simple children’s sermon how I yearned for something that connected dark colors (the colors of my children’s skin) with something wonderful. 

I thank my friend for giving me this delicious, beautiful metaphor I can hold onto in order to celebrate my Lord and my kids. 


Metaphors aside, I think I’ll celebrate right now with a snack of buttered steamed carrots, a salted hard-boiled egg, piping hot black coffee, and clear ice water.  

Thursday, June 5, 2014

A Gen Xer at Half Time

This just in from the Pew Research Center – Generation X is America’s neglected middle child: http://www.pewresearch.org/fact-tank/2014/06/05/generation-x-americas-neglected-middle-child/.  The commentary accompanying the research is very interesting, especially to me, a card-carrying member of the generation of people born between 1967 and 1984.  We are the slackers.  Our generation underachieves and does not care.  There are less of us.  The article even points out that our generation is based on a smaller time frame (16 years) than the Boomers before us and Millennials after us (20 years each). 
My response?  I don’t care.  I don’t care if I am part of a peer group that collectively is not the shining star of history.  That does not dictate my own levels of success or failure in life.  I do.  What I become is up to me. 
Of course along the way, I have a lot of significant help.  I was raised by parents who love each other and their kids.  My mom had high expectations for me.  She would not accept slacking and she taught me to aim high.  My dad is a tough guy (army airborne, Vietnam vet, infantry and armor divisions).  Their parenting and role modeling created an image for me to live up to. 
In my work (pastoral ministry), I have been blessed to lead churches filled with loving people who forgave my mistakes and encouraged my growth as a disciple and church leader.
I married a woman who loves me in all my ugliness and who is strong in areas where I am weak. 
In all these ways, I have had significant advantages and I don’t want to undersell that.  When I say what I become in life is really up to me, I am not neglecting the help I’ve received.  I simply mean that America is a competitive environment and in a competitive environment others are trying to grab what I am trying to grab.  Any disadvantage I might have will be used by my competitors to defeat me.  I can’t complain that this problem or that disadvantage has set me back.  I cannot.  It doesn’t help. 
One sentence in the analysis of the Pew Research data on Gen X fits me perfectly.  It says Gen Xers (in other words ME) are “smack in the middle innings of life, which tend to be short on drama and scant of theme.”  I read that and cringed a little because lately, I have been beset by an unsettling ennui.  I feel like my life is short on drama and scant of theme.  I am bored and the boredom is boarding on malaise.
However, what is to be done about it?
I have shared my discontent with a few people (and now with my blog, I share it with the world).  When I talk about it I always quickly add that I love my wife, my kids, and my job.  I have no interest in red sports cars.  Really, since most of the teams I despise wear red, I don’t like that color very much, but I digress.  I was struck by the comment about “middle innings of life” because I have been feeling it so profoundly lately.  It is like, what is the most inglorious position in baseball?  To be a middle reliever. 
In an ideal game, middle relievers are not used.  The team’s starting pitcher goes 7 strong innings giving up two runs or less.  Then the set-up man gets the team through the 8th and the closer finishes up the 9th.  The only time a middle reliever comes in is if the game has gone horribly wrong with the starter getting shelled for a bunch of runs early.  Middle relievers are paid the least because the really good pitchers want to be starters or closers.
So, the Pew Research Center says the older half of my generation, those aged 30-47, is in the middle innings of life.  Boring.  Drama-free.  We realize our grandest ambitions have come up short.  Our wildest dreams won’t come true.  Maybe tamer dreams will, but that is all we have left: tame dreams.  We’ve stopped setting our sites on Everest; we happy to climb hills.  Leave the mountains for the 20-year-olds.  Even our representative in the political sphere to ascend to the greatest height (V.P. nominee Paul Ryan) ended up losing.  We are second place, never the champs.  What does it mean?
Not a thing!  (Typical Gen X answer.)
If I want to crawl out of my yawning midlife stupor, I need to do so myself, and I need to do so in a meaningful way.  That means no ridiculous purchases, no life-killing affairs, and no, no, no whining about it.  I must prayerfully, diligently re-connect to what makes life so awesome.
For me, the bottom line is not Gen X anyway.  Yeah, right now, I am a 44-year-old with pretty bad knees.  But bad knees, a receding hairline, and (the appearance of) reaching a plateau will not define me.  Neither will the generation defined by my birthday.  You see, I have a new name.  I don’t even know what it is (see Rev. 2:17).  But I know the one who gives it.  I know Jesus; not as well as I someday will, but I know Him.  That makes all the difference.
My perspective is not one of a person who will die in the next 40 or so years.  This heart may stop beating and this body may go to the ground or to the cremation furnace or to the medical school teaching lab; but, eventually, this body, like that Jesus’, will rise.  Resurrection is my future and life is my eternity; life in this body, albeit this body transformed. 

After the resurrection, I’ll be incorruptible.  My body and my spirit will be complete and eternal.  I will have fellowship with God and with all who are in Christ.  So sure, I may be in a patch of sleepiness.  Some call it a midlife crisis.  Pew Research Center says it is a typical malaise for Gen Xers like me.  But this is temporary.  The Spirit of the living God inhabiting my heart and guiding my steps is real, is present, and is eternal.  I have purpose and I have power.  Maybe the death of some of my dreams needed to happen.  Maybe the death of those dreams (pastoring a Megachurch, playing wide receiver for the Detroit Lions), is the birth of me discovering Jesus’ dreams for me in this life.  Take a deep a breath!  That is real and is something to live for.  

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Easter Sunday, 2014

Live into Life (1 Corinthians 15:1-20)
Rob Tennant, HillSong Church, Chapel Hill, NC
Sunday, April 20, 2014 (Easter Sunday)

        At the beginning of this year, I posed a question to our pastors, deacons, and elders.       What does it mean when a believer says, my identity is in Christ?  If you were explaining Christianity, how would you help someone understand what it means to be in Christ?  Do you understand that phrase and that idea? 
I have been taught from a very young age that Jesus lives in my heart.  Now, I am a parent of young children and they think of things very literally.  My four-year-old daughter ponders what her daddy tells her.  She does not question the validity of the statement.  But she does ask if Jesus gets really small so he can be in there.
Do we even know what it means to have Jesus in our hearts?  Do we understand that when we claim Christianity, it literally means we are ‘little Christs?’  We are followers of Jesus, doing things the way Jesus did them and commands us to do them?  We see people the way Jesus wants us to see people.  We actually think his way is better for our lives than our own ways, so we turn to him, appeal to his Holy Spirit, and try to live out his plans and purposes.  When his way and our preference are opposed, we go his way.  Well, we try. 
That is a clumsily effort at summarizing what it means to be in Christ.  My effort is not clumsy because I did not try to make it smooth.  It is just that the way of Christ is thoroughly different than how we are conditioned to think, choose, speak, act.  Jesus’ way is the way of the holy God.  The world around us, prompted by Satan and vulnerable to our own tendencies toward sin, leads away from God.  How do we walk the Jesus way and what does it look and feel like?
On Easter Sunday, I wrestle with this question because the resurrection defines who we are in Christ. Yet we can’t see it and unable to see, we end up living toward death even though we have trusted Jesus.  That’s what Mary Magdalene did when she went to the tomb on that Sunday morning.  We read her story at the sunrise service.  I’ll read a bit of it now.
11 But Mary stood weeping outside the tomb. As she wept, she bent over to look[a] into the tomb;12 and she saw two angels in white, sitting where the body of Jesus had been lying, one at the head and the other at the feet. 13 They said to her, “Woman, why are you weeping?” She said to them, “They have taken away my Lord, and I do not know where they have laid him.” 14 When she had said this, she turned around and saw Jesus standing there, but she did not know that it was Jesus.15 Jesus said to her, “Woman, why are you weeping? Whom are you looking for?” Supposing him to be the gardener, she said to him, “Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have laid him, and I will take him away.” 16 Jesus said to her, “Mary!” She turned and said to him in Hebrew,[b]“Rabbouni!” (which means Teacher).

Sir if you have carried him away, tell me where you have laid him.  Mary was still looking for a corpse.  Just before this encounter with the risen Christ, she brought Peter and the Beloved Disciples, presumably John, to the tomb.  They saw the empty tomb and it says John believed (v.8)?  Believed what, exactly?  The very next verse tells us they did not understand the scripture, “that he must rise from the dead.”  And in what I just read, Mary sees two angels.
The tomb was empty.  John believed … something.  The scriptures indicated that the Messiah would be the first resurrected.  Angels appear.  Jesus stands before Mary.  Yet, her worldview conditioned her to accept that when someone dies, they are dead.  Even all this evidence could not awaken her to a new way of seeing and living.  She was incapable of living into life.
This fundamental idea, that God is God of the living and in God there is only life, no death, this idea was impossible for his followers to grasp the day Jesus was resurrected.  We struggle to understand it and embody as much now as they did then.  In writing about it in 1 Corinthians 15, Paul describes resurrection as a matter of first importance. 
He recites all those to whom Jesus appeared: the 11 disciples, 500 other followers, his half-brother James, and Paul himself.  Then, Paul makes the case that the bodily resurrection of Jesus is essential.  Everything else that he says about God rests upon the fact that Jesus was buried and rose from death, resurrected back to being fully alive.  “If Christ has not been raised, then our proclamation has been in vain” (1 Cor. 15:14).  He concludes that portion of his argument by saying, “in fact Christ has been raised from the dead” (1 Cor. 15:20).  All else that Paul says proceeds from that truth.  Resurrection defines him and all followers of Jesus.
Of course our circumstances are different that Mary’s and Paul’s.  In very different ways, each looked the resurrected Jesus in the eye.  These events happened so long ago from our perspective, we call it antiquity.  Something that is history happened a long time ago; antiquity is a really long time ago.  We think someday we’ll sort of gain understanding when we enter the resurrection, or when Jesus comes back.  But that is in an unknown future, so it might as well be a million years from now and between now and then each of has to go through that unpleasant thing we call the death of the body.  The only way we can accept any of this is on faith. 
Faith can be shaky.  It is easier to fall in line with the worldview of the world around us.  So, we live like people who are dying instead of people who will live forever.  Can we do otherwise?  When the diagnosis comes – the cancer is terminal, no cure – can we in all honesty sing the song of Paul at the end of 1 Corinthians 15?  Where O Death is your victory?  Where O Death is your sting?
I came across a story this week that gave me perspective on what it means to live into life instead of living toward death.  In the Central African Republic thousands and thousands of Christians and Muslims live peaceably, side-by-side.  However, political groups vying for power under the names, Christian and Muslim give more energy to killing each other than practicing their faiths.  They also kill everyone caught in between.  We call it genocide. 
In the Central African Republic the Muslim groups had control and killed Christians in waves.  Then, the tide swung and now the Christian militants have the guns and the Muslims are the targets.  Both the BBC and Christianity Today magazine have a story of Catholic Priest Father Xavier Fagba.  His church is in the middle of Boali, an embattled town.  His church is full of people who are convinced they will be killed on the spot if they step foot outside of the church building.  They are all Muslims.  He, a Catholic priest, is protecting them from murderous men who bear the name Christian.  His life has been threatened for doing so.
This man of God is putting his own life on the line for the sake of protecting the lives of people of another faith.  Here is a quote from the article
“Now is the time for men of good will to stand up and prove the strength and quality of their faith," said Father Fagba, standing in his floor-length black cassock beside a concrete wall peppered with bullet holes.  “When I did this, nobody in the community understood me. They attacked and threatened me.  The Muslims discovered in our church that the God we worship is the same as their God.  And that's the vision the whole of this country needs to have.  We should consider them as our brothers. What happens here gives me a certain conviction."[i]

          He is living into life even though he may die.  He understands that the resurrection is a statement of the life God wants us to have.  We may quarrel about whether or not Muslims and Christians worship the same God.  I think a lot of people – Muslims, Mormons, Christians – have imperfect ideas about God.  My theology is far from complete.  But discussions and even arguments should happen as the dinner table where we sit together in peace, and extend love to each other even when we disagree.  Father Fagba is not endorsing Islam.  He is endorsing the lives of these humans who are Muslims and are threatened with death by people bearing the name Christian.
          Jesus himself said it in John 10:10.  He came to give abundant life.  When we live into life, we follow him to the cross trusting by faith alone because faith is what makes us certain that resurrection comes after the cross.  When we live into life, we protect people who are threatened with death even if doing so puts us in the path of those bent on bringing about death.  We know the death of the body comes, but it is not the end. 
          In other words, if this is possible, we think about death differently than other people.  It is not possible, of course.  The only sure things are death and taxes; but with God, all things are possible.  When we are with Jesus, we are with God.  We can see everything from the Resurrection point of view. 
          I am reading a memoir of someone who grew up speaking evangelical Christian lingo but not understanding freedom and life in Christ.  She spent her high school days fantasizing about going ‘on mission’ and living ‘on mission.’  One of the many things that shattered her faith was what happened in the terrorist attacks of September 11, 2001.  She writes,
The pilots of the planes were on a mission.  Their mission was death that would take others to their death, death big enough to speak a message to the American people and to the world.  I wasn’t comparing the missionary boys I knew to terrorists; it was clear to me that something had broken in these men that had caused them to see humans as disposable.  But I couldn’t stop thinking about the word mission.[ii]

          God creates each person.  No matter how anonymous we may seem in a world of 7 billion people, we are known to the almighty God.  God sees us.  He has invested himself in us, first in making us, and second, in dying for us on the cross, and third in resurrection, inviting us to Jesus, to eternal life in God’s embrace.  This eternal life begins now – the moment we give ourselves to Jesus.  For God, humans are not disposable. 
          Mary at the tomb seeks a corpse.  She loves Jesus, but she has not escaped death’s grip. Some fanatics board planes and fly them into buildings, killing themselves and thousands; living into death.  A group with murderous intentions lurks around a Central African Republic church, sometimes spraying the building with gunfire.  They bear the name ‘Christian,’ but they are living toward death. 
          Inside that church, a Catholic priest risks his life to protect the Muslims the mob wants to kill; he may die, but he is living into life.  The Apostle Paul, who only met Jesus after the resurrection, said “I will not boast, except of my weakness.  … [Jesus] was crucified in weakness but lives by the power of God” (2 Cor. 12:5; 13:4a).  Mary and the disciples could not know it until they fully understood resurrection, but once they did, nothing could stop them from sharing the gospel with the world.  The African priest, the Apostle Paul, and millions of Christians know that to live into life does not delay the body’s death or even make it less painful.  It is just that knowing resurrection is real, we know the body’s death is not the end. 
And sometimes, the body’s death can happen in such a way that our deaths testify to someone else the truth of Jesus.  In those cases, by dying, we live into life.  It is the life of Christ and life in Christ that gives us hope.  Additionally, life defines us. 
Do we understand? 
Easter is good news because of the promise of salvation that is eternal.  Easter is hope.  Easter is the best news when because we know He lives, the knowledge defines how we live.
This weekend, a few of our church members worked on a ramp at the home of some women who cannot do the work themselves and cannot hire someone to do it for them.  Our members were living into life in that work.  The women graced our folks by receiving what they offered.  We live into life when we give and honor others who give to us by graciously receiving their gift.
This afternoon Grace Church, which used to meet here in our building, and St. Joseph’s CME Church will meet at the town commons in Carrboro, right by the fire department.  Everyone in town including anyone here who’s interested is invited to gather for a meal of smoked pork barbeque and sides and desserts.  They’re calling it the Easter Feaster.  They want Carrboro to see how Christians celebrate Resurrection Day.  These two churches are living into life.
Next Saturday, more folks from our church are working on ramps to help people; living into life.  Next Sunday, we will take communion, have a potluck meal, and spend the afternoon together as a church,; we’re living into life. 
Work projects, shared meals, shared laughter, going out of our way to care for each other – these are examples of the people of God living by the love God showed in sending Christ.  Easter is the best news there is when Easter defines how we live. 
Celebrate Easter with joy, with bright colors and happy music, with friends and family; and, live Easter out by discovering you can meet God as you live into life.
AMEN



[i] Christianity Today (April, 2014), p.17.
[ii] Addie Zierman (2013).  When we were on Fire.  Convergent Books, Santa Rosa, CA, p.107.