The women were terrified and bowed
their faces to the ground, but the men said to them, “Why do you look for the
living among the dead? He is not here, but has risen.” (Luke 24.5)
The Third Day
We know the story all too well, which is only proper, as the
entirety of our faith hinges on it. The disciples are struggling to absorb the
blow of Jesus’s sudden execution. They’re hidden out of sight, fearful they may
be next. Before dawn on Sunday, a group of women venture out to Jesus’s
graveside with spices to preserve His corpse. His burial was a hurried affair.
Since He owned no tomb, one had to be borrowed so He could be laid to rest
before Sabbath’s sundown. In the dim shadows of early light, the women return
to complete their task. They find the stone guarding Jesus’s body pushed aside.
He’s gone. Two dazzling figures appear out of the blue, terrifying the women. The
messengers can’t figure out why they’re there. Jesus repeatedly told them He
would be executed and rise again three days later. It’s the third day. They ask
the women, “Why do you look for the living among the dead? He is not here, but
has risen.” (Luke 24.5)
We can forgive the women their confusion. They’ve just
witnessed their beloved Teacher’s gruesome death at the hands of their political oppressors, sanctioned by their religious leaders. In the midst of their grief,
they face the hard reality that they are, for all practical purposes, enemies
of the state and religious rebels. The rush to bury Jesus left their work undone.
The men have gone underground. And their worst nightmare—that someone might
steal Jesus’s body, perhaps as a cruel prank to visit further indignities on
Him—appears to have come true. How can we possibly expect them to be
clearheaded? They’re just doing what they know to do, following ancient
tradition that burdens women with preserving their loved ones’ cadavers. Urgency
and grief leave no room to think things through.
The Gospels’ compressed accounts of the Easter story leave
the impression that everything happens quickly: Where is Jesus? He’s not here.
He’s alive! Let’s run back to tell Peter and the rest of the guys. But that
question—Why do you look for the living
among the dead?—can’t be glossed over. It needs time to sink in. As the sun
edges over the horizon, it dawns on the women. Of course. Why would we expect
to find Jesus here, when He emphatically told us He would rise on the third
day? This is the last place He’d be. What were we thinking?
Shadows
Why do you look for the living among the dead? It’s a
question that won’t go away—particularly for those of us who find ourselves on
the outs with the political and religious establishment. Our association with
Jesus raises suspicions. We answered His call to follow Him. Yet we suffer
intolerable sorrow as we witness constant attempts to mangle and destroy His
gospel of unconditional love. Some of us go underground, fearing we’ll also be
victims of religious hatred. In defiant grief, many of us summon false bravado
that induces us to withdraw completely from the community of believers. Who
wants to go where they’re not wanted?
But there are just as many, if not more, of us who fall into
the same patterns that brought the women to an abandoned tomb. Although we
don’t fit traditional molds, we persist in trying. We do what we’re told and
risk whatever it takes to get the job done. So we travel silently in predawn
shadows, taking care not to draw notice from anyone in a position to challenge
our faith. We worry about not completing unsavory tasks that diminish our
value. We fear the worst—that we’ll look for Jesus only to discover He’s been
stolen from us. Broken-hearted and confused, we end up in a graveyard, ready to
offer Jesus what He doesn’t need.
Even if the men mustered the nerve to accompany Mary
Magdalene and the rest to the tomb, it’s doubtful they would have gone.
Dressing corpses is women’s work. As it turns out, that’s not the work Christ
needed them to do. Their spices and traditions are useless. When the reality of
what’s happened finally dawns on them, the women are tasked with delivering the
news of Jesus’s resurrection. This is a radical reordering of gender roles that
many struggle with to this day. Had these extraordinary women slunk back into
the shadows of tradition and fear, the Easter story might never have been told.
Why do you look for the living among the dead? Why indeed.
Free to Live
If we allow the Easter story to start and stop with Jesus
and the disciples, we reduce it to a magical tale that ends with “they all
lived happily ever after.” This unprecedented event is designed so that all who
embrace it by faith will likewise live happily ever after. To get there, however,
we have to break our addiction to shadows. We have to stop looking for Christ
among the dead. Trips to the graveyard, no matter how sincerely they’re
undertaken, get us nowhere. The Jesus we seek isn’t there. He is alive and well
and present among the living.
In Romans 6, Paul tells us, “We know that Christ, being
raised from the dead, will never die again; death no longer has dominion over
Him. The death He died, He died to sin, once for all; but the life He lives, He
lives to God. So you must also consider yourselves dead to sin and alive to God
in Christ Jesus.” (v9-11) “Dead to sin” means “free to live.” Jesus
accomplished this once… for all. Easter
lavishes on us a fully inclusive faith that defies every demeaning label and
tradition. The instant the stone rolled away it took the need for shadow-living
with it. No believer has any cause for fear or shame. We are all free to live
out our faith with boldness and clarity. So let’s put the spices away. Let’s forget
our anxieties about being found out and settling for second-best. Let’s quit
trying to do for Jesus what He doesn’t need. We answer a call higher than adherence
to ancient tradition and religious exclusion. We have been entrusted with the
unassailable truth of resurrection. We are alive to God. This is our story to
tell and we can’t proclaim it until we realize the graveyard is nowhere we want
to be.
If our search for the
Risen Christ finds us clinging to shadows and abiding by demeaning traditions,
we’re looking in the wrong place.
Post-Script: Benediction
Today marks Straight-Friendly’s 1001th post. When I began
nearly five years ago, I had no idea where it would lead. I certainly didn’t
anticipate this little project would bring so many blessings to my life,
forging tremendous spiritual bonds and lasting friendships with so many kindred
spirits. I cherish every one of you who have supported this effort with your
prayers and encouragement. And I’m grateful to know the work we’ve done together
in this place has helped many who were struggling to find their place in God’s
kingdom.
Crossing this major threshold on Easter Sunday, it seems a
fitting time for Straight-Friendly to take its leave. There are new areas of
ministry I hope to explore, fresh horizons to seek out. While my heart will
always remain with each of you, I feel myself being drawn to people and places
the blog hasn’t reached. Setting it aside will provide time and energy to do
that.
Should the time come to resume S-F—or set out on another
online adventure—the first thing I’ll do is publish a post here. Meanwhile, I
hope to stay in touch with as many of you as possible via Facebook, email, and
other means of contact that have held us together all these years. If you’ve
not found me on Facebook and care to, I encourage you to look me up.
I love you more than I can say. I’m grateful for all you’ve meant
to Straight-Friendly’s success and to me. I hold each of you in my heart and
pray God’s bountiful goodness will find you at every turn as you seek God’s
will in all you do.
Now,
to the One Who is able to keep you from falling, and to make you stand without
blemish in the presence of God’s glory with rejoicing, to the only God our
Savior, through Jesus Christ our Lord, be glory, majesty, power, and authority,
before all time and now and forever. (Jude 1.24-25)
Many, many blessings always,
Tim