Christ is risen!
He is risen, indeed! Alleluia!
We are risen!
We are risen, indeed! Alleluia!
“On the first day of the week, at early day, they went to
the tomb, taking the spices they had prepared. And they found the stone rolled
away from the tomb…”
I have stood in cemeteries from Houston, Texas to Howells, Nebraska,
from Missouri to Massachusetts. Some, like the Texas State cemetery in Austin
are filled with military heroes and dignitaries, men like Stephen F. Austin and
women like Ann Richards who have stood tall in our states’ history. Outside of
Boston, Mass, I saw tombstones that read like a who’s-who of early American
literature, carved with names like Hawthorne, Emerson and Whitman. I’ve seen
cemeteries with monolithic markers that are dozens of feet tall, proclaiming in
death one’s seeming importance in life, a sharp contrast to the county pauper’s
cemetery fifteen miles away where people, sadly unclaimed and unknown like lost
baggage, are buried and forgotten in death as they were while living. Then
there are small cemeteries, just a plot of land carved out of a wheatfield on
the top of a hillside, only known to those who have family there. If my
grandparents, my mom’s folks, weren’t buried at the old St. John Lutheran
Cemetery near Howells, Nebraska, I wouldn’t know it even existed.
“Cemetery” comes into English from Greek, koimeterion,
meaning “resting place.” Although it is used also for public graveyards, the
word, itself, is a powerful confession of what we as Christians confess in the
Creed, “I believe in the resurrection of the body and the life of the world to
come.” The grave, and the cemetery that contains the graves, is only a resting
place because when Jesus returns in glory, the resurrection promise that began
this day some 2000 years ago will come to its consummation and fulfillment.
At the head, that is the top, of the gravesite, there
usually stands a marker. They vary, of course. If you watch old westerns, the
marker was often a simple cross made from scraps of wood or branches found
nearby. Some markers are tall obelisks; others, flat, almost flush to the
ground. While some are cement, brass, or even wrought iron, I suspect most
often, we connect these markers with stone, like granite. The stone markers, also
called the headstone, tell the name of the deceased, along with a date of birth
and a date of death, the in-between dash a silent and all-too-brief
abbreviation of the life lived. It is up to the reader to interpret, to read,
what is inscribed on the stone to tell the story of the one in the grave. That makes sense because the stone, itself,
is silent, of course. Stones can’t speak.
But, in the history of the world, there was one stone that
spoke volumes.
Good Friday evening, shortly after Jesus breathed his last, His
body was removed from the cross, quickly wrapped, and buried in the new, unused
tomb of Joseph of Arimathea. It was an ironic move: the Jews were afraid of
disobeying Sabbath Law, allowing the bodies to remain on the cross (dying was
work, and one couldn’t work on the Sabbath), but perfectly willing to overlook
the 5th Commandment they had broken in condemning an innocent man to
death. A large stone was placed in front of Jesus’ tomb. While the stone was
probably imposing enough to keep animals and riffraff from grave-robbing, this stone
had an even more important role. It was no ordinary Man within the grave that
it was guarding. This Jesus of Nazareth, the King of the Jews, had proclaimed a
resurrection three days hence. That was part of the accusation leveled against Him
at trial. So, to do due diligence and to make sure that no one would steal
Jesus body, as the Jewish leaders feared, Pilate ordered a guard to keep
miscreants and pesky body-snatching disciples at bay. The stone, and the grave,
needed to be secure, so Pilate also placed his seal on the stone. Don’t think
seal, as in spackle and caulk you put around your windows and doorframes to
keep moisture and bugs out. Think symbol – a pool of hot wax into which a
signet ring or stamp was pressed, marking something as being under Roman
protection, an ancient equivalent to the Official Seal of the State combined
with yellow “Police Line – Do Not Cross” tape. Although the stone remained
mute, that seal stood as a declaration of whose it was, Pilate’s, and the power
and authority that his office conveyed.
Once it was in place, from Friday at twilight thru the wee
hours of Sunday, the stone was silent, it – along with it’s grave – paying
homage to the One therein.
Then, something changed. “On the first day of the week, at
early dawn,” Luke says, the Lord of Life, God in Flesh, with the sign of Jonah
fulfilled, Jesus awakened from His three-day rest. With His Sabbath complete, an
angel – perhaps the very same that ministered to Jesus three years earlier
after facing satan’s temptation - rolled the stone away from the tomb and
Jesus, alive and resurrected, strode forth from His borrowed burial chamber.
And, in that moment, the stone spoke volumes.
Go back with me one week’s time to Palm Sunday. Jesus
entered Jerusalem, the people welcoming Him as the King. They misunderstood
what that Kingship would look like, but their welcome was boisterous, to say
the least, crying out, “Blessed is the King who comes in the name of the
Lord! Peace in heaven and glory in the highest!” The Pharisees,
growing more and more jealous at every wave of a palm branch, snarled at Jesus
that He should silence the people. Jesus’ answer was, “I tell you, even if
these people were silent, the stones would cry out.”
A week later, Sunday morning, Resurrection morn, while
people still slept and while the women went toward the tomb, the stone having
been rolled away from the entrance, cried out a message of resurrection hope,
joy, and life. It had plenty to say.
·
The stone declared that the Lord of Heaven and
Earth, the God of Creation, was alive.
·
The stone proclaimed that the grave, long considered
the “final resting place of the dead,” no longer had the final say.
·
The stone announced that death would no longer
be the end, that the long-awaited and hoped-for resurrection that even Job
yearned for, would take place.
·
The stone revealed that all the promises of God
had come to its completion in the life, death, and now the resurrection of
Jesus, the Christ.
·
The stone spoke clearly that Jesus’ declaration,
“It is finished” on Good Friday was not merely a final, sad ending to a man’s
life; rather, stone’s revelation of the empty grave openly demonstrated the
Father accepted Jesus as the perfect sacrifice, that the will of the Father was
complete, that Jesus’ death was sufficient for the sins of the entire world,
and that the redemption price was completely paid.
·
The stone showed that the peace – wholeness and
restoration with the Father – was restored.
·
The stone, stamped with Pilate’s seal, displayed
whose held authority it beheld: not the words or seals of man, but the word and
power of God.
·
The stone cries out with joy that the
resurrection is real, Jesus is alive, and that in Him, there is life the
endures even beyond the lifetime of the stone.
·
The stone speaks for the One who is our Rock,
our fortress, our refuge and strength.
It is most fitting that the stone tells the Easter narrative
because Jesus had previously compared Himself to the stone that the builders
had rejected. The resurrected Christ is the keystone, the capstone, the
cornerstone upon which the church rests, proclaiming the resurrection message
of forgiveness by God’s grace through faith in the One who died and rose, and
is now living and reigning at the right hand of God.
Today, you proclaim the message of the stone as you come to
the Lord’s table. In the Old Testament, Israel, wandering through the
wilderness, “were baptized into Moses in the cloud and in the sea, and all ate
the same spiritual food, and all drank the same spiritual drink. For they drank
from the spiritual Rock that followed them, and the Rock was Christ,” (1 Cor.
10:2-5). Today, this very Rock, Christ Himself, is present in the bread you eat
and the wine you drink, a meal that both forgives and strengthened you in your
own journey in life and faith until your own resurrection.
Make no mistake: the Cross is, in fact, the power of God for those who are being saved – not the stone. But the stone does bear witness to the power of the cross and the power of salvation. That stone, rolled away from the grave on that Resurrection morning, would cause many to stumble, denying its message, seeking to bury the stone and its message back into the earth, never to be heard again. Even this morning, there are those who doubt, despise, and disbelieve the truth that Jesus is the Resurrection and the Life. The day will come when that stone will fall on those who deny Jesus. In the resurrection of all flesh, the stone will bear silent witness of their denial of the resurrection. Instead of being a marker of faith, that stone will become a marker of death that endures.
But for those who rejoice at the death and resurrection of Jesus,
and who believe and trust the message of the stone, He is not here as He said, for
us every tombstone becomes a descendant of that resurrection stone, sharing the
same message that the grave is only a koimeterion, a resting place, of
the faithful as they await their own resurrection moment into eternity with
Jesus. That is why I don’t just say, “Christ is risen.” We have His promise,
already, now, present-day: We are risen as well, the resurrection a present-day
gift and promise through the death and resurrection of Christ, our Lord.
The stone proclaims it.
And, so do you.
Christ is risen! He is risen, indeed!
We are risen! We are risen, indeed. Alleluia!