“For you have died, and your life is hidden with Christ in God.” How is our life hidden with Christ? What does this mean for our daily life? What about Jesus’ abiding presence, namely, His glory? Can we expect to see His glory now or later and how?
10. April 2012
Peace is an elusive thing. True peace, that is. Some people find peace in the bottle. Some find peace only in death. Others find peace by a babbling brook or under the cool shade of the willow tree. Peace. That is, until the bottle runs dry, or its time to go back to your stress-filled work, or when death never seems to come. Peace is an elusive thing.
The disciples were not at peace. They were anxious, sorrowful, and confused. Was Jesus dead or alive? Should they grieving or rejoicing that His body was not in the Arimathean’s tomb? Would they be next to hang on the tree like their friend Jesus? Would they resort to hanging themselves like poor Judas? No peace here. No peace in the upper room. And like us, the bottle, the shade, or even death was not a source of peace. They were sore afraid.
They remind us of the shepherds who heard the announcement of Christ’s birth. Calmly guiding their sheep to pastures green and then… Angels we have heard on high, sweetly singing o’er the plain at the dear Savior’s birth. Except the shepherds were scared out of their boots. The angel announced “Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace among those with whom he is pleased!”
No doubt this announcement was terrifying and comforting at the same time. The glory of God was a terrifying thing. No one sees God’s face and lives. Even the pillar of cloud by day and fire by night was not approached. No one entered into the holiest place but once a year blindfolded for fear of witnessing God’s glory. Moses’ face was bleached bright white, shining as the sun when he was even near God’s presence.
Glory is terrifying. The thought of beholding this glory face to face, well, that’s downright horrific. What will God think of me? (I know and I’m paralyzed.) What will happen to me? (I’m sure its death.) How is that God has come and visited me? (He’ll probably execute judgment on the spot.)
Shepherds and disciples are scared witless at the great things God has done. The Son of God, begotten from eternity, is born in flesh and blood of St. Mary. Awesome and terrifying. Christ, the King of the Jews, murdered for being God in the flesh, dying to fulfill the Father’s will, to forgive you every sin. Awesome and terrifying.
Still, the angel’s proclaimed “And on earth peace among those with whom he is pleased!” Peace! True peace. That ought to be comforting, right? Maybe. Peace for those with whom he is pleased. Who’s that? Shepherds who announce the dear Christ-child’s birth? Magi traveling from afar? Does it include you and I?
So also, the disciples wondered: where is that peace now? The bringer of peace has died. The leaders of the Jews still will torment us. The memory of our friend and Lord will haunt us. Nothing will give us peace. Not the bottle, not the cool of the day, and not even death. We’re petrified without hope.
As they were talking about these things, Jesus himself stood among them, and said to them, “Peace to you!” But they were startled and frightened and thought they saw a spirit. And He said to them, “Why are you troubled, and why do doubts arise in you hearts? See my hands and my feet, that it is I myself. Touch me, and see. For a spirit does not have flesh and bones as you see that I have.”
Peace. Where? In Christ. Not the absent or spirit of Jesus, no, but in the body of Jesus. A body with hands and feet. Behold, He is risen and has pierced hands and feet! Awesome and terrifying. So much so, they were still disbelieving for joy and marveling. Peace. Where? In Christ who eats broiled fish. Who ate before the disciples as only the alive one can.
Peace. Where? In His witness. He opened their minds to understand the Scriptures, and said to them, “Thus it is written, that the Christ should suffer and on the third day rise from the dead, and that repentance and forgiveness of sins should be proclaimed in his name to all nations.
Peace? In Jesus, who died and rose just as He said He would. In Jesus, who fulfilled everything written in the Law of Moses and the Prophets and the Psalms. In Jesus, by whose resurrected body and blood we have life. In Jesus who proclaims to you forgiveness of sins in His own name. Peace with God once more is made. O Lord, have mercy!
This is the kind of peace the world cannot give. Not from the bottle, not from a beautiful spring day, and not even from death. Peace from Jesus. Peace in Him. Peace in the resurrected Christ.
In Name of the Father, + Son, and Holy Spirit. Amen.
Rev. Christopher R. Gillespie
Grace Lutheran Church
Acts 10:34-41; Luke 24:13-35
“God raised Him on the third day!” When St. Peter is preaching in house of Cornelius, the centurion, he now knows that the Gospel is for all who would believe, Jew and Gentile alike. Yet, even when preaching to the Gentile, he preaches the cross from the prophets to prepare for the resurrection of Jesus. All New Testament sermons are Easter sermons. “You put Him to death, but God raised Him on the third day!”
St. Peter and the rest of the Apostolic band bear witness to the resurrection. They saw and believed not because they saw Him walk out of the tomb but because He appeared and ate and drank with Him. Their eyes were focused to see Him and to learn from Him, as He opened the Scriptures to them and revealed Himself to them in the breaking of the bread.
So it is for us. We are witnesses, with eyes focused by prophets and cross, to recognized the resurrection Lord as he eats and drinks with us, both now and into eternity. Easter is not about a dead man rising but about the Christ resurrecting. The Lamb of God has anointed us with His blood and the angel of death passes over our house. Easter isn’t about bunnies, eggs, feasts, and flowers. Its the festival of Christ’s destruction of death by His death. And now we are partakers in His life, too. We are His friends, His beloved. We have life—the Word of life, the water of life, and blood of life. This is Easter and the best gift.
(Based on the postil from Linedmann’s “The Sermon and the Propers” for Easter Sunday)