Maundy Thursday 2011 – 1 Corinthians 11:23-32

21. April 2011
Maundy Thursday
1 Corinthians 11:23-32; John 13:1-15, 34-35

On this holy evening, we annually remember our Lord’s final Passover meal with his disciples. We rejoice with the disciples at the institution of the most blessed of meals, our Lord’s Supper. Our paraments have changed to the white of celebration and the Gloria in Excelsis has returned. We sing songs of thanks to our Lord for the deliverance from our mortal foes of sin, death, and the devil, which he so graciously gives to us in his body and blood.

Body and blood. This same evening with remember our Lord’s betrayal into the hands of the sinners. These will abuse him, beat him, and deliver him over to death. Our Lord’s death is not secondary. There is no body and blood for you today without tomorrow. Tomorrow is Good Friday. God’s Friday, the day he gave his son for the salvation of the world.

With the terrible and awesome events on the horizon, its hard for us to rejoice. Its hard for us to sing with angels tonight when we know that tomorrow they will weep with us at the sight of dead Lord. Therefore our song is restrained. We are denied the Gloria Patri. The Halleluia is silent. There will be no more Invocations or even the Benedictions is withheld until Easter. This evening’s brief moment of joy will be muted by what must come next.

Then again, how is tonight any different that each Lord’s day? Christians take St. Paul’s words seriously when he says: “And I, brethren, when I came to you, did not come with excellence of speech or of wisdom declaring to you the testimony of God. 2 For I determined not to know anything among you except Jesus Christ and Him crucified.” (1 Cor. 2:1-2) Each Lord’s day, this night when he did some foot-washing and held an instituting supper club, and even Easter Sunday, we proclaim the Christ whose lifeless corpse hung on the tree of the cross.

But these days ought to be a joyous occasion, right? Many think they ought to be full of feasting, with fake Passover seders and the leftover joys of Sunday’s palm branches and triumphant entry. Some even say that every service should be an unbridled thrill from start to finish, high on production value, and pushing every positive emotional button in our soul. It should be a no holds barred, enthusiastic, unrestrained love fest.

I suppose then our holy week services are a bit morbid to some. They might be a bummer. Our surroundings don’t help. The crosses are remain veiled. Our banners remain the violet of the Passion. Our building itself is full of restraint. It is only a modest surrounding, unassuming facade, simple decor. Then again, even this fellowship is composed of normal folks, with normal jobs, and normal lives. There’s no spectacular wealth, superior energy, or dynamic entertainment. No celebrities, no fanfare, no spectacle.

 

Then your young and unassuming pastor stands in the pulpit and talks about trespasses, dying flesh, and eternal death. He lacks the eloquence and wisdom of many preachers. He is only determined not to know anything among you except Jesus Christ and Him crucified. Especially tonight, he withholds from your eyes the triumphant Lord, sitting at the right hand of the Father upon his sapphire throne. The Lord you taste and see this evening is the Lord who dies.

It isn’t pleasant. It may well be a bummer. It likely isn’t even what you want. Yet, it is precisely what you need. Your enemies are real. Your condition is fatal. There is only one great Physician and only one cure. Only through death of the Son of God do you inherit life. Only through the sacrifice of the Lamb of God do you receive the new testament in his blood.

Immediately after Pentecost, St. Luke records: “And they continued steadfastly in the apostles’ doctrine and fellowship, in the breaking of bread, and in prayers.” (Acts 2:42) The apostolic church only teaches as Jesus himself teaches in the Scriptures. Christians don’t worship in isolation. The faith is not received apart from the fellowship of the saints. That is why we gather together to hear this doctrine, to join together in prayer, and especially to join in the Holy Supper of our Lord.

Nothing confesses Jesus Christ and his crucifixion like the gift St. Paul gave to the church in Corinth. Just as was recorded by the Evangelists Matthew, Mark, and Luke, Paul wrote: “the Lord Jesus on the same night in which He was betrayed took bread; 24 and when He had given thanks, He broke it and said, “Take, eat; this is My body which is broken for you; do this in remembrance of Me.” 25 In the same manner He also took the cup after supper, saying,  “This cup is the new covenant in My blood. This do, as often as you drink it, in remembrance of Me.”

Of course, these words are quite familiar to us. No doubt most of us could recite them by heart. Why? Because our churches continue in the apostles doctrine and fellowship, in the breaking of bread, and prayers. The Lord’s Supper is both from, of and is our Lord. It is his Word not merely spoken into our ear but placed in our mouths, to be consumed just as Isaiah consumed the sweet scroll of the testimony, so also we receive and each the promise fulfilled in Christ’s own body and blood.

St. Paul writes: “For I received from the Lord that which I also delivered to you.” So also, the holy Christian church on earth continues to deliver to you what it receives from the Lord, that is, Jesus Christ and him crucified. That’s why Christians hold the Lord’s Supper in such high esteem. That is why we receive our Lord’s body and blood in our mouths as often as our faith compels us. So the same for the church through the ages. The holy apostolic church trusts that this is how it should be. To proclaim Christ crucified is to eat this bread and drink this cup. “For as often as you eat this bread and drink this cup, you proclaim the Lord’s death till He comes.”

Yet, there we go with death again. So much death for a church that ought to be about life, victory, and rejoicing, right?

Death ain’t all that bad, as long as it isn’t yours. And that’s the point. There is life in death. Victory in the cross. Rejoicing in the greatest sorrow of the son of God, dead.

We talk about forgiveness of sins until we’re blue in the face. We often forget that forgiveness isn’t just about the here and now. Forgiveness is about eternity. Forgiveness is about standing before the judgment seat without fear.

Really, its about being let off the hook for your sin. Our Lord wants to post your bail, to release you from the bondage to the devil. He wants to pay the penalty, suffering for you. He even takes your place and dies the death you deserve. Yes, that’s Good Friday but its also tonight, Maundy Thursday.

For tonight, we eat this bread and drink this cup just as Jesus says: This is my body which is for you. This cup is the new testament in my blood. Do this… in remembrance of me. The Supper is Good Friday’s meal. The sacrifice has been made. The body crucified is given as a testimony that God is pleased. The blood is poured out, forgiving debts forever. His Son has done what no blood of goats or bulls could do.

Jesus, having loved his own who were in the world, he loved them to the end. His promised love remains. He will not leave us nor forsake us. “Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one’s life for his friends.”

Come and receive the body and blood is Jesus crucified… for you. Not just into ears or minds but into the mouth and into the heart. In this eating and drinking, you proclaim the Lord’s death until he comes. Rejoice! He will come again and he will take all the faithful living and death into paradise. Rejoice with restraint for the Lord is good. Good like Friday. Good like tomorrow. Amen.

In Name of the Father, + Son, and Holy Spirit. Amen.

Rev. Christopher R. Gillespie
Grace Lutheran Church
Dyer, Indiana

 

Laetare 2011 – John 6:1-15

3. April 2011
Laetare
St. John 6:1-15

It’s been a rough Lent. Death, lies, deceit, battles, curses, and demons have marked our observance this season. Is it difficult to handle? Can you bear another weak of mortification of your flesh, knowing that God hates your sin, Satan tempts you to keep doing it, and the torment this gives you each day? Excruciating, to say the least.

This isn’t the only message of the season of Lent. Lent is not intended to leave us in despair. Each Sunday is not in Lent but of Lent. Each Sunday we break our fast and sing songs of thanks to our Lord for all the great things he has done. The Gospel of Jesus Christ crucified is still our proclamation, although it is a bit more muted than the coming Easter.

Especially today, Laetare, we rejoice. That’s what Laetare means in Latin, taken straight out of the opening antiphon of the Introit. Rejoice with Jerusalem, and be glad for her, all you who love her! Rejoice, be joyful!   Break the fast and rejoice!

How can we rejoice when we want to grumble and moan under the weight of our burdens? Even for those with house, job, and family, there are heavy loads to carry, perhaps from guilt over something we’ve done to hurt or harm our neighbor? Or perhaps the shame of those secret sins that we can’t even tell our closest friends?

There are two options to deal with the albatross hanging around your neck. One, you accept its horrible weight as a part of life and try to deal with it. The second, you confess that you can’t do anything about it and turn to one who can help.

The first option is unbearable. Anyone who has tried to deal with their problems alone knows that the situation rarely improves and usually gets worse. Self-help and self-improvement books may be popular but only because the last one didn’t work. Even if you do find some temporary relief, the issue is never healed and the problem reemerges with a vengeance. There is no security in yourself, except security in sin. Trying to deal with your sin alone will lead to more sin, even throwing out the Word and the Holy Spirit with it.

The Psalmist told us where to find relief from those millstones dragging behind us, everything we like to complain about. He told us where to find not only relief but joy! I was glad when they said to me, “Let us go to the house of the LORD!” Within those walls of the new Jerusalem are peace and love. Inside the house of the LORD is security, where even the newborn infants of the faith can nurse and be satisfied in safety.

Jesus is the new Jerusalem, the kingdom of God among us. The shadow of his tent is where we dwell in safety. Under the protective cover of his wings, are we sheltered from the pelting assaults of the devil. He is the house of the Lord, where he feeds us with the bread of life, his holy Word. Or as Jesus says, Come to me all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give your rest.

That doesn’t stop us from grumbling. Life is hard. We’re too busy, too exhausted, and too weak to wait for the Lord. We struggle against our own bodies even to get out of bed on Sunday morning and drag ourselves into this sanctuary. Some days we’d rather be comfortable back in Egypt, where at least we could sleep as late as we needed to. After a week of late nights, we’d rather find rest in the comfort of our own beds that in the house of the Lord.

And it’s not wrong to grumble. Well, at long as you know who to grumble to. The whole congregation of the people of Israel got that part right. They went to their pastors Moses and Aaron and said to them, “Would that we had died by the hand of the Lord in the land of Egypt, when we sat by the meat pots and ate bread to the full, for you have brought us out into this wilderness to kill this whole assembly with hunger.” Now that’s complaining.

And the LORD listened! Rejoice! The LORD said to Moses, “Behold I am about to rain bread from heaven for you… At evening you shall know that it was the Lord who brought you out of the land of Egypt, and in the morning you shall see the glory of the Lord, because he has heard your grumbling against the Lord.”

Manna, bread from heaven came to them, despite their grumbling. The LORD had mercy on them and fed them. Moses said to them, “It is bread that the Lord has given you to eat.” Good bread from the good Lord, even to grumbling Israelites. Rejoice!

We often forget to call upon God. We prefer to dwell in mock-safety, comfortable with our self-imposed rules, fanciful ideas of what life should be like, and blind-eye ignorance to the real misery we feel inside. We are taught to play dumb to our problems. We consider even death as natural, rather than the terminal disease that has infected every one of us. We don’t need daily bread since we do just fine on their own, thank you.

The other option is to go to the Lord and complain. The Lord hears your grumbling. We should complain to the Lord about sickness, his enemies, and even his own temptations. Don’t try to take care of them yourself but unload your cares and anxieties upon the Lord.

It’s when we expose ourselves to the Lord, relying upon his cure, that he is so eager to help us. When we are content to deal with our troubles without him, life gets miserable. Indeed, this is why life is so hard, so often. Trial is supposed to lead us to him. He wants us to tell him about it. He wants us to know we need him for all our wants. He genuinely wants us to come to his feet, pleading for mercy, begging for forgiveness, demanding even relief from our misery.

That’s what happened in the Gospel according to St. John. Now the Passover, the feast of the Jews was at hand. Any devout and upstanding Jew would be in Jerusalem. They would have their Seder preparations made, unleavened bread and wine, songs rehearsed, dishes ritually pure, and the family gathered.

Why then are the multitude outside of Israel and Judea? They believed that the prophet greater than Moses has come into the world. Jerusalem can’t compare to him. The Lord had promised this long ago: I will raise up for them a prophet like you from among their brothers. And I will put my words in his mouth, and he shall speak to them all that I command him (Deut. 18:18). Everyone’s been waiting for him and now many think they have found them.

So many believed, that a large crowd was following him, even as Jesus went away to the other side of the Sea of Galilee, which is the Sea of Tiberias.

That’s about as far from Jerusalem as one can get. These folks have given up hope in their religiousness. They have kept the Passover for better or for worse. But, they and their loved ones are sick, possessed, lame, mute, dumb, and worse. Tradition is not what they need. They need a prophet greater than even Moses.

They are so desperate for the Creator’s touch that they follow him doggedly. They aren’t going to give up, even leaving behind their own land. If the Messiah is in the Decapolis, we’ll go there. If he’s in Ephesus, they’d follow him there. Even Rome isn’t too far to travel, to give Jesus a grumbling earful.

That is why they are so persistent. They all want to say a word or two to Jesus about their problems. They had heard and seen the signs that he was doing to the sick. If he is who he appears to be, then he can take care of my grumbles, too.

Desperation like this leads one to do ignorant things. They forgot to pack their bags. They didn’t stop the mail. The didn’t even turn the lights off. Why? They believed this guy Jesus is the answer. He is the answer to their constant grumbling, their lack of satisfaction, their craving for true religion. What’s worse, they didn’t even bring lunch!

There’s no rejoicing on an empty stomach. Now grumbling will come from their mouth and their gut. Before they even could complain, the Lord knew their need. Lifting up his eyes, then, and seeing that a large crowd was coming toward him, Jesus said to Philip. “Where are we to buy bread, so that these people may eat?” He said this to test him, for he himself knew what he would do.

Just like with old Israel, Jesus listens. He cares. He hears the unspoken need of the masses. He hears the doubt in Philip. He hears the tentative trust of Andrew. These men need food, and they need faith.

Jesus said, “Have the people sit down.” Now there was much grass in the place. So the men sat down, about five thousand in number.

Jesus then took the loaves, and when he had given thanks, he distributed them to those who were seated. So also the fish, as much as they wanted.

Just like with Israel before them, the provider of every good gift has fed those in need. He has heard their grumbling and given them the best gift. Even barley bread, suitable only for the poor, when distributed by our Lord is a great gift. Even small fishes, the kind you get from a can, is a delicacy from the hand of the Lord. The Lord gives according to his good pleasure. Make no mistake, it’s always good.

When the people saw the sign that he had done, they said, “This is indeed the prophet who is come into the world!” Yes, a prophet greater than Moses. He fulfills their need without their even asking. He knows the grumbling in their hearts. And his Spirit speaks for them with groaning too deep for words. He knows they need not just barley loaves and fish, nor just healing and exorcism. They need him and the life he came to bring.

It is true; he is more than a prophet. He will also be the king and priest, reigning from the kingdom he establishes by his blood. But not yet. Perceiving then that they were about to come and take him by force to make him king, Jesus withdrew again to the mountain by himself. First, he must suffer and die, then his kingdom will come. Perhaps even these who received bread and fish from his gracious hands will call out, “crucify him!” Perhaps this filling of bread will only last until the next meal. Then, it’s back to the grumbling, the doubting, and the self-help.

That’s to say, daily bread doesn’t bring anyone to faith, at least, not alone. Even a miraculous feeding is here today and gone tomorrow. Instead, trust comes through what the Germans call anfechtung that is, our trials, our suffering, and even our complaining. The burdens of this world are God’s instruments to call us to repentance, to turn back to him, to even pray like David, bemoaning our life and our trials. When we turn back in prayer, we hear his Word speak back to us. You are my beloved, my child, my Israel, my Jerusalem, he says. He is glad when [we] say to [him], “Let us go to the house of the Lord!”

John’s throw-away line, “and there was much grass” should be cherished. Such a lawn is surely comfortable for a picnic. But there’s more. These are green pastures by still waters. Who has led them there? None other than the Good Shepherd himself. And what comes next is the clincher. They shall not want.

Here we are. With Jesus, in his house. His Word has spoken to condemn us of our sin but all the more to comfort our troubled conscience. He will not test us more than we can handle. He is indeed the prophet who knows our every weakness. He is the king who has purchased his kingdom with his own shed blood. He is the Good Shepherd, leading us on paths of righteousness for his name’s sake. Here, he prepares a table before us, in the presence of our enemies. Here, he provides us with bread that never runs out, always abounding for those whom he has called to be his children. Now, we gather around Jesus, reclining at his table, receiving as much as we need. Here, we dwell in the house of the Lord forever. Rejoice!

In Name of the Father, + Son, and Holy Spirit. Amen.

Rev. Christopher R. Gillespie
Grace Lutheran Church
Dyer, Indiana

 

Oculi (Lent 3) 2011 – Luke 11:14-28

27. March 2011
Oculi (Lent 3)
Luke 11:14-28

When Jesus said that your body is a temple, he meant it. Inside this fleshy mass is a house of worship where the gods like to dwell. When it comes to your body, all sorts can and have inhabited your temple. Your tent of meeting in the flesh seems to be always ready for new or old gods. It seems nothing stops them from dropping in for a visit, just like cousin Ernie with his RV. The visit becomes becomes a week and then an extended stay, eating everything in fridge, wrecking the house, and stinking up the place. Continue reading