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Mar 27, 2016

Stories Of The Resurrection

Stories Of The Resurrection

Passage: Luke 24:13-35

Speaker: Bruce Van Blair

Series: Sermons

Category: Easter Sunrise

Keywords: conversion, easter sunrise, the ressurrection of jesus

Stories Of The Resurrection

March 27, 2016

Easter Sunrise

Luke 24:13-35

STORIES OF THE RESURRECTION

         It is early. You came out to greet The Great Dawn – to acknowledge the truth that changes all life for us: Jesus is back from the dead and alive for each of us, and for all of us. We don’t mean to be disrespectful of any other faith or culture; we don’t mean to be insensitive or argumentative or uncaring of other people’s convictions or beliefs. But we really do mean for all of us. Jesus is back from the dead – alive forever, present even here and now as the Holy Spirit of Jesus the Christ – for all of us: tracking all of us, working to redeem and to sanctify all of us – all of us everywhere, throughout the whole world. That is our faith. We know that others use other names, and some have different concepts altogether; freedom is good. And we know that Jesus does not coerce, so that is not our agenda either. But we still get to name and claim our faith, sing praises, and rejoice: JESUS IS THE SAVIOR! And Jesus is incredibly good at what He does. So we have confidence – for ourselves, and for countless others.

         That is the story from our side – win, lose, or draw. That is our conviction – the truth we live by and live for, whether we have it right or wrong. It is too late for most of us – that is, too late to be fair or unbiased or open-minded about it. At least it is for me. I have not been open-minded about Easter for many years now. If the President of the United States or the Dalai Lama or God in some new manifestation walked right out of Heaven and told me that Jesus did not rise from the dead, I flat-out would not believe them. It’s too late for me. I bought it. Oh, it has absolutely nothing to do with any merit or worth on my part; quite the reverse. But that doesn’t matter anymore either. And yes, I still have scattered moments here and there, moods I get in, where my own doubts surface again. But it’s too late for me. I flat-out do not believe even myself when I get in those moods. Even my own doubts have become picayune and pathetic when it comes to the Resurrection of Jesus the Christ.

         Well, you didn’t come here to work or to think on a morning like this. You came here to sing and rejoice, to praise God and give thanks, to love and hug each other in Jesus’ name. That is as it should be. And that really is what matters. But since we are here ... well, you know me: Come, let us also think together. Let us back up, to before our own Easter Faith, and take a quick run through the journey again – the part we know so far. Remembering the story is how humans best celebrate.

         Why is God playing games with us? If there is a God, that is. Isn’t that where a lot of us start out – wondering if there even is a God? We are born into this absolutely beautiful place – snow on the mountains; sun in the sky; stars at night; water, sex, boats, and people; so many exciting and wonderful things to do and possibilities to explore. When we are young, we can hardly wait to get out into it all. But even from the beginning, we also know there are problems. Mommy says we cannot go beyond the backyard. But we have already explored the backyard! Yet the last time we went beyond it, we got spanked and scolded. How exceedingly prophetic for all that is to come.

         There are always problems with getting to all the wonderful, beautiful things “out there”: we are shy, or poor, or afraid; we have to do our homework first; we have to get a degree before we can do something; the right people don’t think we are the right people. Or we actually do get “out there” but we do it wrong and hurt something, or we hurt ourselves, or even worse, we hurt somebody else.

         Why is God playing games with us? If there is a God. The older we get, the more we see the rest – the part that is not beautiful. At first we think it is only an accident, or maybe only hard for us, or maybe only difficult in our family. But with luck and lots of effort on our part, maybe we can get loose – get out to where the good stuff is. But it is not only us. And if it is an accident, at least it is happening everywhere. There is beauty out there, but this place is also jam-packed with sorrow and pain and misery and despair. Not only do the birds sing, but the cat creeps up on them. Sometimes one mistake can undo years of effort. Sometimes years of faithful effort do not produce anything worthwhile that we can see. Why is God playing games with us ... if there is a God?

         A few of us are aware – a few of us are even knowing and admitting it now – that we are getting older all the time. Older and older. Those of you who are not getting older have no problem with it, but those of us who are getting older wonder: What do we have to look forward to? Nothing in this physical realm suggests a good future. We would all like to believe in a better future, but destruction and disaster are only a matter of time. And there are no exceptions. Well, no exceptions in this world as we know it – no exceptions on the physical plane. The best we can hope for, as we get older, is that we can watch those who are younger than we are ... as they get older and older. That is actually fun, as far as it goes, but it is hardly comforting.

         What do we have to pit against all this certain reality – this growing awareness that everything on this physical plane is temporal: is running down and wearing out? STORIES OF THE RESURRECTION. Seems sort of flimsy, doesn’t it? STORIES OF THE RESURRECTION ... against all the chaos and mayhem of this world: all the war and travail; all the refugees; all the pollution; all the hospitals; all the terrorists; all the racism; all the broken hearts, broken bodies, broken dreams, broken promises. Against all of this we stack our STORIES OF THE RESURRECTION. Seems sort of flimsy, doesn’t it? Unless, of course, we actually believe them.

         Oh, I don’t mean we think we ought to believe them. I don’t mean we think we are supposed to believe them. I am not suggesting it would make any difference whatsoever to just go on telling the stories because it’s that time of year and “it’s the custom to do that sort of thing, you know” But what if something happens – begins to happen – deep inside us? Not something we contrive or even control, but something that just begins to come over us – to be “that way” for us; to be the thing that really is truer for us than all our old perceptions and beliefs. What happens if THE RESURRECTION STORIES really do become our truth?

         The old word for it is “conversion.” To convert = to change. But convert from what ... to what? Convert from physical dimension to spiritual dimension, of course. It does not mean “Once I was bad and now I am good.” The world keeps trying to twist it back around into that, but that is a travesty. It is neither a big enough change nor one that will last long enough to be worth diddly. It is way back down to the American level of Christmas – to the cult of “goodness”: You be good and Santa Claus will bring you a present. If you are extremely lucky, the present might even not break for several weeks. Or if it is a really good body, it might not get old enough to break for several years. That is hardly the Resurrection.

         Somebody asked me recently if I believe in the physical resurrection. You think I don’t read the New Testament? “[F]lesh and blood cannot inherit the Kingdom of God.” (I Corinthians 15:50) “[S]own a physical body, it is raised a spiritual body.” (I Corinthians 15:44) Why would I have any interest in a physical resurrection? I already have a physical body. It served me well for many years. It still tries to serve me, most days, but the trajectory is getting more and more obvious. Why would I want to believe in a physical resurrection? But a spiritual body – whatever Paul means by that – that I can get interested in. A real Resurrection – not just a resuscitation, like poor Lazarus, but a real Resurrection – that I can get interested in.

         Conversion is a true and major transformation. It means that we literally do not see or perceive things on the same level anymore. “Once I was blind, but now I can see” is a phrase of deep significance in Christendom. Though it actually sounds pompous to some outsiders, it is a phrase of deep wonder and humility among Christians. Through no fault of our own – out of some place we cannot imagine, much less control – somehow life is just not seen or perceived or experienced from the same perspective anymore. We had been locked-in and locked-on to mundane, physical, overt realities. On that plane, there is no meaningful hope – there is nothing to suggest a good future. Destruction and disaster are only a matter of time. Many of us had even come to accept this, to be content with this; at least it would soon be over. And who cares? Good riddance.

         But sometimes we get converted – changed. Nothing looks the same. How old we are is irrelevant. Losing loved ones – once our deepest reality – is a contradiction in terms. You never lose what you love. Jesus cancels out the concept of goodbye. There are still delays and times of separation, but the dread and terror and cynicism – and all the pretenses that we “don’t really care anyway” – are all gone. Pitted against them all are THE RESURRECTION STORIES. HE IS RISEN!

         The cover just blew off. I mean, the whole ceiling just went. The ceiling on all of life is gone. It does not mean we merely added a second story to our philosophical house – you know, we get to live on the first story in this life now, and then we get to go live on the second story (Heaven) after we die. That is worse than where we started. If it is a bad deal to begin with, prolonging it makes it worse – not better. If life “there” is no better than life “here,” then eternal life is the worst news we ever heard. Why drag it out?

         Only, if the ceiling really blows – if we truly get converted, changed, transformed – then everything is truly different. It is not a two-story house. It is not that we are here and it’s bad, and then we go there and it’s good. The whole thing – life, people, God, relationship, purpose – everything is full of endless wonder NOW, not later. Well, later too, of course, but now also. “So if anyone is in Christ, they are a new creation: everything old has passed away; see, everything has become new!” (II Corinthians 5:17) Nothing in this passage suggests “later”; nothing in this text implies waiting for another place. It starts NOW, as soon as we awaken to it – as soon as we are really willing to go with Jesus.

         Have I confused anybody? No, of course not. That’s why you are here. Easter is not minuscule. Although, I have to say, the way lots of Christians make it sound, it is miniscule. “Jesus rose from the dead. So after you finish out your life here just the way it’s going, then you get to go to Heaven, where all your problems are over – where your adventures, lessons, excitement, and growth are all over. Rest in peace.” How long before you get bored out of your skull? When you die, they flick a switch and suddenly you are perfect. But you never face any challenges ever again. You never accomplish anything ever again. You never have any trials or temptations ever again. What do we suppose all the lessons we have to learn here are preparing us for? Was third grade easier or harder than second grade? It was better, more interesting, but still harder. When we die, we pick up there where we left off here. Don’t you suppose? Otherwise, what is the fuss all about?

         Resurrection means you can never be truly and deeply afraid, ever again – starting right now. Resurrection means your life is full of absolutely endless possibilities – beginning instantly. Resurrection means you cannot see any person, any event – anything going on anywhere – as simply a mundane, physical, this-world-only affair. It is vast beyond all our conceiving, and God is with us – and always will be. But third grade may be harder than second grade even in Heaven – far more interesting and full of wonders, but still harder.

         Every conversion is a story of resurrection. No other power changes us toward hope and trust and believing in a good future. We are converted – changed from a physical to a spiritual perspective, awareness, point of view, belief. The words are always inadequate, but the reality is full of wonder. And life starts to regroup, to reorganize, to move toward a whole different vision of what is going on and why we are here.

         So, since the first Easter Sunday morning, we have been telling THE RESURRECTION STORIES. And, you understand, from that very first morning until this morning, most people do not really believe them. The stories seem flimsy to most people. The stories don’t seem like very much to pit against all the chaos, fear, anger, despair, pain, and destruction going on in this very physical, very limited sphere. At least not until something changes inside of us and we start to really believe them. So remember that also, and have a little patience and compassion for those who do not yet believe them. But do go on telling the stories ... and living them.

         There are lots of stories and lots of ways to tell them. You see, in many ways, the entire history and life of the Christian church through all these centuries have simply been about telling, retelling, and continuing to tell THE RESURRECTION STORIES. Once we have the change – the conversion – we start to see them everywhere. We even look back on our own lives, to before we became aware, and realize that God was already there – that the truth was already working – even though we of course had not yet noticed it.

         Way back in the tenth chapter of Luke, for instance, long before the Easter event, Jesus sent His disciples out on a preaching/healing mission. They returned amazed at what they were able to accomplish. And Jesus was very pleased and thrilled about it all. In His congratulations and rejoicing over their fine performance, He commented: “I have given you the power to tread underfoot snakes and scorpions and all the forces of the enemy. (Luke 10:19) He went on: “Nothing will ever harm you.” Who in the world was He talking to? What in the world could He have meant? Among others, the twelve disciples were there: Judas, who later hung himself; John, who, tradition says, lived to be over a hundred but still died; all the rest, who were eventually martyred, dying violent deaths. Some people consider that harm. “Nothing will ever harm you”?! I don’t think Jesus was confused and I don’t think He was teasing or kidding one bit. But if you hear this comment before the change (conversion), it sounds like absolute idiocy, or a bold-faced lie.

         THE RESURRECTION STORIES are endless, and that is because there are new ones every day. And the old ones never grow dim. They get told by many different people, in many different ways. They all point to the same thing: the change, the conversion. The physical is a small part of reality, and the spiritual is all around us even now. Some people claim to have found this truth apart from Jesus, and prefer it that way. Fine for them. I am not trying to be in charge of everybody’s truth. I only know that there is none of it for me apart from Jesus. When I hear RESURRECTION STORIES, Jesus is right in the middle of them, whether anybody names Him or thanks Him or not.

         Neither am I surprised any longer at the variety of the stories: a stone rolled away; a Damascus Road; a first-step story; a hatred healed; a marriage reconciled – repentance, conversion, New Life. He is risen! Indeed, and from where else comes the power that keeps drawing us and leading us toward light and LIFE?

         Shall I tell you about the Road to Emmaus? It pretty much tells itself, doesn’t it? Just another RESURRECTION STORY, stuck right in here (in the twenty-fourth chapter of Luke) along with the great ones. How come they did not recognize Him at first? I don’t know; how come we do not? How come He was known to them in the breaking of the bread? I don’t know; how come He still is to this day?

         If you have believed THE RESURRECTION STORIES, you are converted, changed. You cannot help it. Life simply cannot look the same from Resurrection perspective. If you are converted, then you believe THE RESURRECTION STORIES. The two are synonymous – inseparable. No one can believe THE RESURRECTION STORIES and stay the same. There is no way to fake it, and no ulterior motives will work. Outward circumstances can neither bring nor destroy Easter. And this reminds us that once we do see, nothing in this world can take it away from us. Happily, that is in the very nature of the “Hallelujah!” cry, and part of its power and our gratitude.

         W.E. Sangster was a British Methodist born in London in 1900. After a distinguished career as pastor and denominational leader, Sangster was stricken with a progressive muscular atrophy. By 1958, he was seriously affected. For two more years, he endured his suffering before dying in 1960. One Easter day, in the grip of the disease, unable to walk or speak, he wrote to his daughter: “It is terrible to wake up on Easter morning and have no voice with which to shout, ‘He is risen! He is risen indeed!’ But it would be far more terrible still, to have a voice, and not want to shout it.” (20 Centuries of Great Preaching, Volume 11, by Fant and Pinson, Jr.) Is he feeling sorry for any of you?

         He is risen ...


EVIDENCE OF THE REALITY OF THE RESURRECTION

From the perspective of Bruce Van Blair

No names from Corona del Mar years – or of relatives

 

These are people whose lives are impressive evidence for me of the Resurrection of Jesus. If anyone suspects they could easily talk me out of this evidence – guess again. And can someone show me some honest way to obscure this much loyalty, faithfulness, sacrifice, devotion?

 

BIBLICAL

Peter

Paul

Mary Magdalene

Barnabas

John Mark

Luke

Nicodemus

Joseph of Arimathea

CHURCH HISTORY

Marcion

Origen

Augustine

Martin Luther

John Huss

John Calvin

Tertullian

Polycarp

Irenaeus

Ignatius of Antioch

Clement of Alexandria

Bernard of Clairvaux

Cyprian

John Donne

George Frideric Handel

Johann Sebastian Bach

John of Damascus

John of the Cross

Johannes Kepler

Teresa of Avila

Gregory the Great

Ignatius of Loyola

Adoniram Judson

William Penn

Roger Williams

Charles Wesley

John Wesley

George Fox

John Knox

William Tyndale

John Wycliffe

Blaise Pascal

Meister Eckhart

FROM MY OWN TRADITION

John Woolman

Cotton Mather

George Whitefield

Jonathan Edwards

Charles Finney

John Cotton

Anne Hutchinson

Thomas Hooker

Rufus Jones

Harry Emerson Fosdick

Elton Trueblood

Paul Tournier

J.R.R. Tolkien

C.S. Lewis

Emil Brunner

Nels Ferre

Martin Luther King, Jr.

PERSONAL MESSENGERS & ANGELS

Harold Walker

Otto Knudson

Frank Weiskel

Winn Hall

Lee Whiston

Walter Pray

Dave Everleth

Al Tracy

Rachel Antell

Channing H. Washburn

Vahey Gulezian

Ed & Dottie Montgomery

Eric Elnes

Michael Bush

Nathan Heath

David Chrysler

Joey Moschetti

 

[there are others, but
keeping it to one page]