Luke 23:50 – 24:12
April 20, 2025
The women
rose in the fading darkness to do the work of death.
There are probably as many different
traditions surrounding death as there are countries in this world. Some of them
are ancient. Some are newer. Some are based in religious belief. Some are
cultural. For some there are clear origins to the tradition, and for others the
beginnings are unknown or lost to time.
I have heard stories from older
folks that when someone died, all the mirrors in the house were covered with
cloth. In Ireland, when someone died all the clocks in the house were stopped
at the time of death out of respect for the person who died. In Mexico the
festival of the Day of the Dead, Dia de los Muertos, is celebrated every year
to honor and remember the dearly departed with gifts and stories. In New
Orleans there is the jazz funeral, where mourners process from the church to
the cemetery, filling the streets with music. In Greece when someone dies,
there is the initial funeral two or three days after the death. Then there is
another memorial service 40 days after the death. When my mother-in-law died,
the caregiver sitting with her was from an African country. At the moment of Nana’s
death, the caregiver opened the window, so my mother-in-law’s spirit could go
out.
As I said, there are probably as
many different traditions surrounding death as there are countries in the
world. There are specific prayers, last rites, services, symbols, and
traditions. But their common denominator is that they help those who remain in
this world to grieve, honor, respect, and remember the loved one who has died.
The women rose in the fading
darkness to do the work of death.
Their work was to prepare Jesus’
body for his final rest, and the spices and ointments they used were part of
their tradition surrounding death. So, taking with them these spices and
ointments, the ones prepared before the Sabbath began, they walked to the tomb
where they knew Jesus had been laid.
The
women rose in the fading darkness to do the work of death.
But
when they reached the tomb, instead of finding it closed, the stone blocking
the entrance had been rolled away. Instead of finding the lifeless body of
Jesus, their teacher, the tomb was empty. While they were trying to make sense
of what they were seeing, two men dressed in dazzling clothes suddenly stood
beside them.
The
women were perplexed when they found the stone rolled away and the tomb empty, as
though they thought some clerical error had happened and Jesus’ body had been
moved to another gravesite, or that they themselves were mistaken about where
he had been lain. They were perplexed by this, but the appearance of these
strange men in gleaming garments terrified them. They bowed low to the ground,
out of fear, out of shock, shielding their eyes from the brightness of the
men’s clothing.
In
Mark and Matthew, the angel waiting at the empty tomb basically had the same
message for the women, “Do not be afraid.” But these two heavenly visitors ask
a question of the women instead,
“Why
do you look for the living among the dead?”
“Why
do you look for the living among the dead? He is not here but has risen.
Remember how he told you, while he was still in Galilee, that the Son of Man
must be handed over to the hands of sinners and be crucified and on the third
day rise again.”
Clearly
these women were not random followers but had been with Jesus and the other
disciples for a while. They were with them in Galilee. They were with them when
Jesus tried to teach the disciples about what he would endure, about what it
meant to be Messiah. But that was a while back. A lot had happened since Jesus
spoke those words. They had walked with him into Jerusalem in triumph only to
experience the shock of betrayal, the trauma of his arrest, and the shattering
grief of his crucifixion. The words that Jesus spoke to them about suffering
and death had come to pass, but the message he relayed about rising again from
death to new life had slipped their minds. Until the men said, “Remember.”
And
then they remembered. They remembered all that Jesus told them, all that he had
spoken and prophesied. They remembered resurrection, and perhaps with a piercing
bolt of insight, they understood the angels’ question: “Why do you look for the
living among the dead?”
They
were looking for the Jesus they believed to be dead, but he was alive, alive,
alive, alive, and no longer among the dead! He was among the living! They left
the tomb, these women, Mary Magdalene, Joanna, Mary the mother of James and the
others, and they went to find the apostles. They went to tell them what they
had seen, what they had witnessed, what they now knew. Jesus did not rest among
the dead but walked with the living! They remembered! He is risen! He is risen
indeed!
But
if the women expected the men of their group to jump for joy at this good news,
they were surely disappointed. Instead of leaping to their feet in exultation
or falling to their knees to give thanks, instead of celebrating and shouting
alleluias, the men dismiss the women’s news as “an idle tale.” The women were
either delusional from grief or just experiencing collective wishful thinking.
There was no way that their rabbi was alive. They knew better. There was no
living among the dead. There were only the dead.
However,
Peter did jump up. He didn’t exactly believe the women, but he didn’t
disbelieve them either. He ran to the tomb and stooped to look inside. He saw
the linen clothes that Jesus had been wrapped in. They were lying there
unwrapped and discarded. Jesus was not there. The living was not among the
dead. Perhaps the women’s idle tale wasn’t so idle after all. Peter left the
tomb and returned home. Our translation says that he was amazed at what had
happened. There is another translation of this verse where Peter is left
wondering instead of amazed. He wonders to himself about all that he has now
seen. Perhaps Peter’s wondering is like the women’s perplexity. While Jesus’
words about his suffering and death had come to pass, his words about
resurrection and new life were forgotten because they were too implausible to
be believed. After all suffering and death is with us always, but resurrection?
New life? That sounds nice and everything but come on. Resurrection? Really?
So,
Peter is left wondering, the women’s story is dismissed by the others as an
idle tale, and no one of Jesus’ closest followers seems to know what to do
next.
Why
do you look for the living among the dead?
Maybe
the answer is because we don’t really believe that the dead could be otherwise.
Maybe
with all that Jesus told the women and the disciples about resurrection, his
resurrection, his new life from the ashes of death, they just could not believe
anything else, except that death meant death. Maybe, if we’re honest, we feel
the same way. It isn’t that we don’t have faith. It isn’t that we don’t trust
in God’s promises. But resurrection seems like something that is far off,
beyond the veil of this world and in the realm of a world we cannot see and
cannot fully understand. We too look for the dead among the dead because we
expect the dead to stay that way. The women had no idea that they were looking
for the living among the dead. They could not grasp that the resurrection, that
new life, was right there in front of them. They thought they were going in the
fading darkness of that early morning to do the work of death only to find that
God had been doing the work of life. They went to prepare a body for its final
resting only to find that death had been discarded like those linen cloths. The
women went to the tomb expecting to do the work of death, instead they found
that God had uncovered the mirrors and wound the clocks and called for the
music to be played in celebration and joy instead of mourning.
Perhaps
that’s what we need to take with us this Easter morning, the expectation that
no matter how much we expect to do the work of death, God never stops doing the
work of life. God never stops doing the work of life, the work of creation, the
work of newness and wholeness and hope. Resurrection
is not just reserved for the sweet by and by, but it is here now. Every time we
cling to hope even as despair tries to hold us in its clutch, we experience
resurrection. Every time we allow our hearts to be filled with love instead of
hate, or worse, indifference, we experience resurrection. Every time we see
Christ in someone else, really see Christ in the person who doesn’t look like
us or believe like us, we experience resurrection.
God
is doing the work of life, the work of resurrection, right now, right here in
our midst. We are not called to fully understand or grasp or logically
rationalize this resurrection, this newness that we feel and believe and trust,
we just have to remember. We just have to remember what Jesus said and
did and does. Because the one who was dead is living. The one who was crucified
is risen. Christ is risen! He is risen indeed! Thanks be to God!
Let
all of God’s children shout, “Alleluia!”
Amen.