There is a time and a place to sit in quiet contemplation and meditate on the deep mysteries of God. There is a time to enter humbly and reverently into the presence God.
But it’s not today. Today is a day to let it all out. All the alleluias that have been bottled up for 6 weeks… all the joy and praise and light can’t be contained anymore. BECAUSE JESUS IS ALIVE!
I’m sorry, but if that doesn’t rouse you from your sleep, you must not be paying attention. JESUS IS ALIVE. Right now. He was nailed to a cross. He was dead and buried. But He is alive again! This isn’t a metaphor. This isn’t a “spiritual” thing. He got up off the slab, folded his burial shroud nice and tidy as if He was making His bed in the morning. Then he blew the boulder away from the entrance in an explosion of glory and WALKED OUT OF THE GRAVE.
I thought for a long time about what message I was supposed to bring to you all today. Easter is a big, important day. So I wanted to give you a big, important sermon. But I prayed about it, and asked God what to say, and you know what He told me? Jesus resurrection is impressive enough, all on its own.
I don’t think we fully appreciate the significance of Easter. The facts are so simple any child can understand them, but the news is so good, it’s almost hard to believe. Jesus died. And then He came back to life and will never die again. He’s living and breathing and speaking and thinking and celebrating.
It’s tempting to laugh at Mary as she’s standing at the empty tomb. She turns and looks at Jesus, full on in the face and she in all sincerity asks Him, “Have you seen Jesus? He seems to be missing…”
But really, you have to cut her some slack. She expected to see Jesus lying in the tomb. Usually when you put a dead person somewhere, they tend to stay there.
Now, if you’ve ever been stood up, you know it’s not a great feeling. You’re not sure how long you have to wait around, maybe you’re hoping that the other person got caught in traffic, or maybe went to the wrong place or something. In your mind you invent all sorts of reasons why they aren’t there with you.
And standing there at the empty tomb Mary is feeling a bit stood up. She had come at o-dark-thirty to take care of Jesus’ corpse. She had the spices ready to go to cover up the smell. She had mentally prepared herself for the shock of seeing him lying there, and was all set to go through with the mourning process.
But He wasn’t there. And her mind raced to think up some explanation… maybe they moved him. But “they” who? And where to? People shouldn’t be messing with Jesus body! And after she finally accepted that He was gone, she started to weep.
Of course, Jesus had told them all that He had to die, and on the third day he’d rise again. But, in the midst of her grief perhaps resurrection seemed like too much to hope for. Or maybe she thought He meant something spiritual when He talked about rising from the dead. So the empty tomb doesn’t immediately fill her with hope – she hasn’t yet realized that this resurrection is real, a flesh and blood thing.
Now, let’s be honest with ourselves: most of the time, we see what we expect to see. Sometimes I’ll bump into one of the fine folks from Hope Lutheran when I’m at the grocery store or the gas station or something. Maybe I’m wearing flip flops or a sweatshirt or a hat. And we make eye contact… and it’s awkward. I smile with the “hey there!” smile and they smile back with the “Do I know you?” smile. And then it clicks and they go, “Oh! It’s pastor! Hey Pastor! I didn’t recognize you without the robe!”
This is precisely what happened to Mary. In her mind, Jesus was still dead, even though her eyes were looking straight at him. And then it happens; He calls her by name and realization washes over her in a flood of joy and relief and wonder.
Maybe we’re a little guilty of the same thing. Sure we know He’s alive, but maybe sometimes we expect Him to play dead. Maybe we don’t expect Him to speak anymore. Maybe we don’t expect Him to move anymore. Maybe we don’t expect Him to heal, and feed, and occasionally flip over some tables.
Easter isn’t just the celebration of a miracle 2,000 years ago and half a world away from here. It is the celebration that JESUS IS ALIVE right now. The tomb is still empty.
And you know what the folks who visited the empty tomb did? They ran and told people. They didn’t care if they looked silly or if people would think they were crazy. They had just witnessed the greatest event in history and who cares what anybody thinks about them! When you have news this good, you have to tell somebody.
I’m here to tell you today that the tomb is STILL EMPTY and JESUS IS STILL ALIVE. This isn’t old news, folks. This is earth shaking, heart pumping, too-good-to-be-true-but-it’s-true-anyways news. And I’m sorry, but it is not okay to keep this to yourself.
When Chick-fil-a is giving out free sandwiches, we tell everyone and their dog. We post it on Facebook. We tell the other folks in the office before leaving for lunch! “Come on, guys! Let’s eat more chicken!”
It’s natural, right? When you have good news, and you can give it away freely… you do!
You want some good news? How about this: Jesus is alive. And you know what that means? He’s just the first of the resurrection. His resurrection is a preview for you and me, and for everyone who believes in this Jesus. This is so much better than free chicken sandwiches. We’re talking about the cure for death. And it’s absolutely free.
I hope you can get excited about that. Better yet, I hope you can tell somebody, because the whole world needs to hear this:
Christ is Risen!