Hope: All Saints
Jesus is the Resurrection
John 11:32-44
Rev. Tim Callow
Preached Sun. October 31st, 2021
Jesus has come on the scene. He’s answered Mary and Martha’s summons, but he’s four days late. Their brother, Jesus’ dear friend Lazarus, is already dead. He is already buried. His body wrapped in linen and the stone rolled in front of his tomb. His body has begun to stink. It is over. But Mary and Martha are, nevertheless, happy to see their old friend and teacher in a time of grief.
“Lord,” Mary says kneeling before Jesus, “if you had been here, my brother would not have died.” There is sorrow in these words, but also an implicit faith. I’ve seen you heal, Lord. I’ve seen you work wonders. If you were able to get here in time my brother would have been fine. But I understand how things are. How busy you can get. How hard it is to travel. The danger that besets you at all sides. The danger you have put yourself in even showing up today, here in Judaea, where the religious authorities want you dead.
“Where have you laid him?” Jesus asks.
“Lord, come and see.”
Jesus weeps. Perhaps he weeps because he knows what he is going to do and he knows it will anger the religious authorities, and he knows it will lead to his death. Perhaps he weeps at the human condition. The love Mary, Martha, and the others have shown. The death that Lazarus was forced to undergo. The condition he has come to save us from. Maybe he weeps for both reasons. Our tears don’t always have any one reason why they flow. But those around him say, “See how he loved him!”
They assume Jesus wants to see the tomb so that he can pay his respects. That he might weep and grieve as they all did. But others begin to question him saying, “Could not he who opened the yes of the blind man have kept this man from dying?”
It’s true Jesus had delayed. And if he showed up before Lazarus died he would have been healed. But God does not always operate on our time, I’m sure we’ve all experienced that. Sometimes God waits to perform something even greater. Sometimes God says “no” because there is something else in store.
In this case Jesus wants to show the meaning of those words he told Martha as he entered Bethany. “I am the resurrection and the life, He who believes in me, even if he dies, will come to life. And everyone who is alive and believes in me, shall never die at all…”
Jesus arrives at the grave and orders them to take away the stone. “Lord, already there is a stench because he has been dead four days.” Martha tells him. But he is undeterred. “Did I not tell you that if yo believed, you would see the glory of God?” Well, no one is going to say no to Jesus. So they roll the stone away and we can imagine the stench that emanates from the cave. The body may have been covered in linen and perfumes and spices, but ancient Jews didn’t embalm bodies the way we do today. Or the way Egyptians did back then. Decomposition came on fast.
But Jesus looked up to the sky and prayed. “Father, I thank you for having heard me. I knew that you always hear me, but I have said this for the sake of the crowd standing here, so that they may believe that you sent me.” He then cries into the grave with a loud voice, “Lazarus! Come out!”
And there is a long pause.
Today is Halloween. A day for horror, the macabre, the grotesque. A day that we expose ourselves a little bit to our fear of death. And also a day for fun and candy. But it seems as good a day as any to point out what doesn’t happen here, and what we might expect to happen here. This account has all the makings of a good horror story. A mad scientist may take science too far and bring his bride back from the dead. A necromancer might raise the dead, but they are no longer the same person, no longer what they seem. Or Lazarus might burst out of the grave with a taste for flesh, living on the life of others to sustain his undead half-life. Horror is full of stories that take us to the brink of our fear of death, our fear of the uncanny. It plays on our hopes, our desire for a happy ending. Someone seeks to overcome death, but is tragically overcome by certain trade offs that are necessary. In horror, time and time again, death has the final say.
But Jesus is the resurrection, and he is life, and in his raising Lazarus he proves it. There is no trade off. There is no uncanny half-life of a man who must feed off of the life of the others. The Lazarus who walks out of the tomb at Jesus’ beckoning is the same Lazarus who grew up with Mary and Martha, the same Lazarus who ate with Jesus and sat at his feet. The same Lazarus who met his death. It is this Lazarus who lives. And he lives because Jesus is resurrection, and he is life, and all who believe in him may know that life.
What Jesus accomplishes seems too good to be true. A real overcoming of death. A real life that is eternal. And what Jesus promises seems to good to be true as well: that we might know his victory. That we too may experience the life that is stronger than death. That on the last day we too may be raised. But it is with this hope that we are confronted with this morning. Contrary to all the stories of horror that imbue our culture: there is no trade off. Death does not have the final say. There is life. Life eternal. And this life comes from Christ.
Halloween may be a holiday for the macabre, but its origins are Christian. That is, before it became secularized and taken over by Hollywood and candy companies. Halloween is All Hallow’s Eve, or, the Eve of All Saints. As there is a Christmas Eve, there is also an All Saints Eve. And on this day we are given opportunity to remember those saints who have gone before us. We are also given opportunity to give thanks to God, not only for their lives and all the difference they’ve made for us. We can give thanks to God for the Life. The Life those who have gone before us know in its fullness. The life we too are offered. That peace, that joy, that comfort in the Spirit. And most importantly that hope. That hope that is stronger than death. That hope against hope in the Resurrection and the Life.