Showing posts with label resurrection. Show all posts
Showing posts with label resurrection. Show all posts

Thursday, April 4, 2013

Guest blog: If Jesus is Lord that means Caesar isn't


Brandon Ambrosino

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Resurrection As Metaphor? What the Early Christians Meant When They Said, "Jesus is Lord"

Posted: 04/01/2013 1:07 am

Earlier this week, I wrote a piece about the Christian concept of the resurrection. Does it matter, I asked, if Jesus' resurrection is interpreted metaphorically? My answer was that it matters a great deal, since "a Jesus whose physical body remains in the grave gives me no hope for a physically broken world."
A friend emailed me that I was reading the Gospels wrong, and that the resurrection was best interpreted metaphorically. To relegate the resurrection to a purely physical phenomenon was to read the Easter narrative in the most primitive way, at its lowest common denominator. The Resurrection narratives are given to each of us to interpret and enjoy in our own way -- literally or metaphorically.
The Easter stories, he reminded me, belong to all of us.
And yet before they belonged to us, they belonged to other people -- people who lived and thought and wrote within the first century. It seems to me, then, that if we are to truly understand what the gospel writers are trying to say, we need to contextualize them not first within our own world, but within theirs.
And it must be understood from the outset that their context is fundamentally Jewish.
At the heart of Judaism is a pattern of exile and return, which is summed up in the following passage from Deuteronomy:
When the Egyptians treated us harshly and afflicted us, by imposing hard labor on us, we cried to the Lord, the God of our ancestors; the Lord heard our voice and saw our affliction, our toil, and our oppression. The Lord brought us out of Egypt with a mighty hand and an outstretched arm, with a terrifying display of power, and with signs and wonders; and he brought us into this place and gave us this land, a land flowing with milk and honey.
To commemorate their ancestors' miraculous deliverance from Egyptian slavery, Jews observe Pesach, or Passover. There are many, many layers to the story of the Exodus, but one key phrase that is often repeated in the text concerns God's motive for freeing his people: "And the Egyptians shall know that I am the Lord." In other words, Israel's God is saying, "I will deliver you, Israel, and the world will know that I am Lord, and Pharaoh is not."
Today, there are many branches of Judaism that see this pattern of exile and return as metaphorical; but for ancient Jews, their hope was that God would deliver Israel from their foreign rulers and create a new Heaven and Earth. Just as God sent Moses to physically deliver their ancestors from Pharaoh, Second Temple Jews prayed that God would send them another prophet like Moses to inaugurate God's kingdom.
But before God could step in as king, he'd first have to overthrow those pagan rulers still enjoying their power. In the first century, the pagan ruling over Israel was Caesar, the divine emperor of Rome. Caesar ruled with the threat of death, which was his greatest and last weapon. And even though Rome was in a relatively peaceful phase at this point, no dissension would be tolerated. Disloyalty meant death -- and Rome had a reputation for killing.
If a messiah were going to overcome Rome, he'd better be able to overcome the physical threat of death -- which is why many Jews were looking for a Messiah to lead them to military victory. It's in this context that various would-be messiahs showed up claiming to be the one to deliver Israel from the hand of her enemies. As was sadly the case, these claimants were found and murdered -- which proved that they were not what they claimed to be. If Rome killed you, then you obviously weren't the Messiah. Crucifixion meant game over for you and your movement.
But with Jesus, the story is different. Jesus is seen as a threat to the political establishment, and is murdered in the attempt to preempt any uprising in his name. And yet it's only after Jesus' murder that his followers come together and begin announcing that Jesus is, in fact, the Messiah they'd been awaiting.
"Jesus is Lord," the disciples flippantly announce, and the overtones aren't lost on anyone who's listening. If Jesus is Lord, then that means Caesar isn't. Now normally Rome would just squash this kind of rebellion by death; but in the case of Jesus, death -- both the threat and the physical state of non-existence -- have been overturned by the Resurrection.
A bodily Resurrection.
And it must be bodily because, after all, a dead Messiah -- no matter how spiritually alive he may be -- is still dead. He's especially dead if he's being experienced as a ghost. In the ancient Mediterranean world, a vision of a recently deceased loved one confirmed that he was dead... not that he was alive.
It's difficult to imagine the disciples saying, "God has warmed our hearts and caused us to experience the metaphorical presence of Jesus, and therefore we know that he's the Messiah!" Unless Jesus' postmortem appearances were experienced in a physical way, his disciples would have assumed that Rome had won again, and that Jesus, regardless of what they hoped, couldn't have been Lord.
For this reason, scholars of all persuasions are forced to seriously consider what happened between the event of Jesus' crucifixion and the event of his proclamation as Lord. As it turns out, the early Christians answer this question in their Easter stories. What convinced them that Jesus was the Messiah was that, unlike other people murdered by Rome, he didn't stay dead.
Now did Jesus bodily rise from the dead? That's not my question here. I'm simply asking, "Did the early Christians believe that Jesus had risen bodily from the dead?" And when we read the Easter stories within their first century political and religious contexts, I think the answer is emphatically, "Yes!"
At the heart of the Easter story is the belief that Jesus is Lord, and Caesar is not. This is always, in the first place, a political claim -- and a physical one.

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Sunday, April 25, 2010

Notes from the Other Side

I am not preaching today; we are celebrating the accomplishments of our University of Virginia students at the 10 am service, and we have two student preachers who will be in the pulpit.

Later today, Lori and I are hosting our first “Parish Tea,” a Southern tradition whereby we open our home to the parish for tea in the afternoon, followed by Evening Prayer, followed by cocktail hour.

If you are in town, please come by. Being Westerners, we’ve never done this before so we are not entirely sure what to expect (we’ve done big barbeques, but not a tea). Fortunately, we have a small army of volunteers helping out. We are looking forward to this new cultural experience.

Having a big party is precisely what we need at St. Paul’s right now. Our parish is suffering through a wave of illnesses and deaths; yesterday was the first Saturday in weeks that we’ve not had a funeral or memorial service. Alas, there are more coming up in the next few weeks.

Meanwhile, at least a half-dozen parishioners have recent diagnosis of cancers. Others have been laid up with serious debilitating maladies. The people of St. Paul’s are going through a great deal right now.

In many churches, today is called “Good Shepherd Sunday” because the gospel lesson (John 10: 22-30) focuses on Jesus vowing to find his sheep and bring them safely home no matter what. Today we hear some of the most soaring, assuring and familiar words in the New Testament:
“My sheep hear my voice. I know them, and they follow me. I give them eternal life, and they will never perish. No one will snatch them out of my hand.”
I think these words are meant not just to offer comfort, but courage. People get sick and die. But death is a horizon over which we cannot yet see. Healing will come, either on this side of the horizon or the other. The Good Shepherd will be with us, even when we don’t see it or feel it, no matter how difficult and rocky the path may be. We aren’t alone in this walk. God is with us. We will get through this.

One of the reasons we gather as faith community is to be the face of Christ to each other, and have faith when others’ faith is faltering. When my prayers don’t come, I know you will have prayers for me.

Sometimes I wonder why we offer prayers for the sick and those who have died. Doesn’t God know all this already? Of course. But maybe God likes to hear us say the words about those who are suffering, and by our words, we connect our souls to each other. When I pray for someone who is sick, a part of me – maybe just a sliver – shares in the sickness with that person. When all of us pray, the slivers become a giant redwood.

Recently I came across a book of poems about loss, grief and recovery compiled and edited by Kevin Young, a remarkable young poet in his own right (I mentioned him HERE a few weeks ago after hearing him read at the Virginia Festival of the Book). Poetry, like prayer and art, reaches depths in our souls that lengthy prose and scientific treatises just cannot reach.

Below is a poem from this book by one of my favorite poets, Jane Kenyon. The artwork is by Kathrin Burleson (that’s how she spells her first name), who lives on the North Coast of California. This painting, entitled “Resurrection,” is the last in a series she painted on the Stations of the Cross.
Notes from the Other Side
By Jane Kenyon

I divested myself of despair
and fear when I came here.

Now there is no more catching
one’s own eye in the mirror

there are no bad books, no plastic,
no insurance premiums, and of course

no illness. Contrition
does not exist, no gnashing

of teeth. No one howls as the first
clod of earth hits the casket.

The poor we no longer have with us.
Our calm hearts strike only the hour,

and God, as promised, proves
to be mercy clothed in light.
Reprinted in The Art of Losing: Poems of Grief & Healing, edited by Kevin Young, 2010, Bloomsbury.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Remembering the dear departed: All Saints Sunday

Today's sermon is from Isaiah 25:6-9; Revelation 21:1-6a; John 11:32-44

“On this mountain the LORD of hosts will make for all peoples a feast of rich food.”

Topic A in Charlottesville this week was not the economy, nor any of the great issues of the day. Topic A was not church politics or any other kind of politics. Topic A was not even the fate of the University of Virginia football team.

No, none of that.

Topic A this past week was the leaves. Everywhere I went this week, people were talking about the leaves. I only had to go to my front porch to see a spectacular display that changed by the minute with every dancing sunbeam and every fleeting cloud.

Driving along the highways and byways, the yellow, red and orange autumn leaves made the surrounding mountains look like a textured quilt. I saw things I had never noticed before.

Yet, I was also mindful of what this autumn display means: the leaves are falling, the trees will soon be barren, and winter will come. The leaves are covering the ground, and in time, they will disappear – though not forever.

New life will spring from the mulch of these leaves, and the cycle will repeat itself again and again. Spring and summer will be back with us.

I don’t know if you noticed this, but our guest preacher a couple of weeks ago, the Rev. James Forbes, had autumn leaf motifs stitched to his vestments.

The leaves of autumn are symbols of resurrection.

Today is one of the great celebrations of resurrection on our calendar: All Saints Sunday, when we remember those saints – and sinners – who have gone before us, and who have made it possible for us to be here, to share this good earth, to enjoy the autumn leaves.

As we remember the saints today, we also remember the cycle of life and how we are part of that cycle.

New life comes from the old, and yet, the old is never gone; it is changed, as St. Paul says, “in the twinkling of an eye.”

On All Saints Sunday we stand in a place where the living of this world meet the living of the next. The Celtic mystics call it a “thin place.”

For modern, educated, overscheduled people, it is hard to see, hard to touch. We are too skeptical, too rushed to notice.

But for those who live close to the earth, it is not as hard to feel the thin places. I once met a Karuk Indian holy woman who told me the souls of her ancestors were in all the rocks around us. In Mexico, today is the Day of the Dead, and the cemeteries are filled with food and gifts for the dead.

One of the reasons we come together in a short while to celebrate Holy Communion is to connect not just with each other, but also with all those we love who are just over the horizon from where we can see.

The biblical authors give us images and metaphors hoping we will catch a glimpse of the thin places. The prophet Isaiah sees the thin place as a mountain with a feast for both the living and the dead: “On this mountain the LORD of hosts will make for all peoples a feast of rich food, a feast of well-aged wines.”

The writer of Revelation could only tell us about this with fantastical images, like this: “I saw a new heaven and a new earth; for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and the sea was no more… Death will be no more; mourning and crying and pain will be no more, for the first things have passed away."

And we have this gospel story today: Lazarus who dies.

Jesus comes, and as the Gospel of John tells us, he is “greatly disturbed in spirit.” In this moment, Jesus shares with us our own grief, and binds himself to the pain of all our losses.

Then, Jesus goes to the tomb where Lazarus lies, and shouts “Unbind him and let him go.”

Lazarus comes out of the tomb to live again for a time on this earth.

In this one grace-filled act for one human being, the Kingdom of God bursts through the thin place into the open, showing that God’s values are grace, mercy and life for all people, one at time.

Life may be cheap in our world, but for Jesus one life is worth the whole world. One act of mercy, one person at a time, is the way of Christ Jesus. It all adds up. Each act of grace and mercy leads to another and another.

Jesus will go into every tomb and unbind every one of us and let us go. That is the central meaning of the life of Christ.

In the end, death won’t win.

Love is more powerful, new life and resurrection will come to Lazarus and his sisters, and to all of us. Yes, we have wounds and tragedies in this life. Bad things do happen to good people.

Even Lazarus and his sisters will eventually pass beyond our horizon and into the next world. But that is not the end of the story, not for Lazarus, and not for us. Jesus comes to Lazarus, and comes to us in our holes, unbinds us, and shows us a way to live with hope. New life gets the last word.

Yet it is not just about the next world. It is also about this one. All of this should raise for us a challenge about how we live our life in this world.

What if you know inside that the promise of eternal life is not a reward for the few, but another way of living for the many? How will you live your life if you know – really know deep down inside– that you are unbound? You have eternity to answer.
AMEN