Sunday, 18 May 2014

Fifth Sunday of Easter



Jesus, Lord of our imagination, would you take us to the table where, as Death stalked you, you tell your friends that anyone who has seen you has seen the Father; to the table where you tell your friends that those who believe in you will do the works that you do and, in fact, will do greater works than these, because you are going to the Father and will do whatever is asked in your name [that is, in accordance with his character] so that the Father may be glorified in the Son?

Jesus, Lord of our imagination, would you take us [in Jesus’ footsteps] to the courtyard of the high priest’s house, where Stephen sees you, and in seeing you sees the Father’s glory? Would you take us to the place outside the city walls where as he lays down his life Stephen [echoing Jesus’ request on the cross] asks that those who put him to death be forgiven? [Saul’s unexpected future will be the evidence that Jesus has done what Stephen asks, and indeed more than he could ask or imagine.]

Jesus, Lord of our imagination, in the fear and the confusion, would we find ourselves in you...


This week we have heard the report that an inspirational young man called Stephen had his life cut prematurely short in the most traumatic of circumstances – circumstances that mark all of us with death, forcing itself upon us. Despite all the stories we tell ourselves to the contrary, Death itself refuses to die at the hands of human progress or ingenuity. We try to control Death (that is why we so love the contained experience of homicide fiction), but it comes for us all, and not only once, at our end, but over and over in countless anticipations.

Again and again, the question is asked, “Why him?” or, “Why me?” Again and again, the questioner falls back silent, under the morphine of distraction and entertainment, of going along with the crowd, or of telling ourselves that we stand alone observing something that happens to other people but won’t come for us.

And so we bury God, as we go about our lives as if we were super-human, when at best we are children wearing our underpants outside our trousers, with a tea-towel tied around our neck for a cape. Children, who can’t really fly. Children, beloved.

If God brings life out of death – which is the Easter assertion – then our deaths become places where God is found, where God enters in, where God transforms the world. Not just our physical death, but all the little deaths that foreshadow that death. The thief comes to kill and to steal and to destroy, and this is the context within which Jesus comes that we might know life in its fullest sense. Every time a relationship between a husband and wife or a parent and child is put to death by a thousand subtle acts of carefully planned robbery or mindless opportunistic vandalism. Every time our confidence is put to death by failure or humiliation or disappointment. Every gainful employment terminated by redundancy, by being ‘surplus to requirements’. Death runs right through life.

And God is right there. A worldly – horizontal, flat earth – perspective won’t see him. We need a heavenly perspective: we need to look up; to look up, and to point others to Jesus.

Our Easter hope is not that Death is of no consequence, but that the very thing that so terrifies us has been turned inside-out. Not that Jesus died so that we don’t have to face Death, but that Jesus died because we have to. That the thing that announces The Ultimate Separation from God has been turned, against its will, into the way along which Jesus leads us, rejoicing, into the Father’s presence.

We see it in Stephen’s martyrdom, which results in the Church being released into mission; but we also see it earlier, when he dies to a rising reputation in order to accept a menial task, submitting his spirit to God and receiving from God the Spirit of grace and power that works great wonders and signs through flesh and blood.

We see it afresh this week in the life of a young man whose dying, by degrees, opened a gate for God to move in and through those who looked on; and whose death, when it came, opened a floodgate of grace and power he could never have imagined.

Ironically, every time we deny or fight Death in our lives we unintentionally resist the God who longs to bring life out of death; we resist the Holy Spirit who filled Stephen to the full. This message is counter-cultural and counter-intuitive, because we fight so hard to keep Death at bay. But it is good news, because Death is universal.

So, where are you facing Death today?

And, what will you ask Jesus to do, in or through your present situation, by which the Father might be glorified?




For those who want to take things further:

Jesus calls us to repent and believe. Repentance means taking on a new perspective, embracing the perspective of heaven rather than that of the world. It involves initial observation, deeper reflection and lively discussion. Believing means living out heaven’s perspective in the world. It involves making a new plan, putting in place those who will help us to live this way, and then stepping out in faith...

Observation: Where are you facing Death today? It might be in big and obvious ways, or small ways.

Reflection: Can you think of anyone whose story is recorded in the Bible who had a similar experience of Death? Or someone known to you, whose faith you admire?

Discussion: In what ways have you experienced God bringing life out of death in the past? What did that new life look like? What has Jesus revealed to you through these times?

Making a Plan: What will it look like to embrace Death? For example, it might mean laying down a role you have served in – or taking up a role you have resisted. And, what will you ask Jesus to do, in or through your present situation, by which the Father might be glorified?

Being Accountable: Who will help you to stick to your resolve in the face of Death? Who will be there to weep with you over the pain of death...and there to rejoice with you over the new life God will bring to birth?

Taking Action: Depart in peace, having seen the Lord.


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