
Christ Lutheran Church
1701 Arroyo Chamiso
Santa Fe, NM 87505-4775
(505) 983-9461
Sundays
8 am: Spoken Holy Communion
9 am: The Forum
10 am: Sung Holy Communion
Wednesdays
services begin at 7 pm
7 pm: Evening Prayer, Rite of Healing
(Last Wednesday of each Month: Holy Communion, Rite of Healing)
Sunday,
April 11, 2010
Second Sunday of
Easter
Bright Sunday
GOSPEL: John 20:19–31
24But Thomas (who was called the Twin), one of the twelve, was not with
them when Jesus came. 25So the other disciples told him, "We have seen
the Lord." But he said to them, "Unless I see the mark of the nails in
his hands, and put my finger in the mark of the nails and my hand in
his side, I will not believe."
26A week later his disciples were again in the house, and Thomas was
with them. Although the doors were shut, Jesus came and stood among
them and said, "Peace be with you." 27Then he said to Thomas, "Put your
finger here and see my hands. Reach out your hand and put it in my
side. Do not doubt but believe." 28Thomas answered him, "My Lord and my
God!" 29Jesus said to him, "Have you believed because you have seen me?
Blessed are those who have not seen and yet have come to believe."
30Now Jesus did many other signs in the presence of his disciples,
which are not written in this book. 31But these are written so that you
may come to believe that Jesus is the Messiah, the Son of God, and that
through believing you may have life in his name.
The Easter Laugh
+ In nomine Domini. Amen.
I
owe my Sermon this morning to my dear friend and colleague: Retired
Pastor Hal
Nilsson who lives in
Which
reminds me of the story of a very devout bicyclist who dies and goes to
heaven.
Saint Peter meets him at the gate. First thing the cyclist asks is are
there
bicycles in heaven?
“Absolutely,”
says St. Peter, “let me show you,” and he leads the cyclist
into the finest
Velodrome you can imagine (a Velodrome for our non-cycling friends is a
steeply
banked wooden oval racetrack for bicyclists.) “This
is great!” the cyclist exclaims.
“It
certainly is,” says St. Peter. “You will have a custom bike
and the best
cycling clothes you’ve ever seen, and your personal masseuse will
always
available.”
As
they are talking a blur streaks by them on the boards riding a gold
plated
Rivendell Homer Hilsen.
“Wow!”
the cyclist exclaims. “That guy was so fast … it can only
be Lance Armstrong!”
“Nope,”
says St. Peter, “that was God on that Rivendell, he only thinks he’s Lance”.
Well,
welcome to Bright Sunday, when we proclaim the Good News about what God
has to
say to us concerning the Resurrection of Jesus, that life is the end of
the
human condition, not death … but life, life with God, life so
wondrous and
beautiful and fulfilling and free of pain that it could for any
bicyclist be
nothing less than riding in a heavenly Velodrome on a Rivendell Homer
Hilsen
drafting behind God herself!
Today
is called “Bright Sunday” or Holy Hilarity Day, or in
Latin, the Risus Paschalis, the “Easter
laugh.” The practice of telling
jokes and funny
stories on the Sunday following Easter goes back centuries in some
places in
Some
say the practice stems from an observation by St. John Chrysostom, the
great 5th
Century preacher and Bishop of Constantinople.
It was St. John Chrysostom (Chrysostom is a Greek Word meaning
“Golden Mouthed”)
who called Easter a cosmic joke that God played on Satan.
(And by the way if you really want to impress
your friends and neighbors, inform them that Satan is actually
pronounced Sah-tawn
both in Hebrew and Greek).
So,
when Jesus was killed on the cross, Sah-tawn
thought it had won. Goodness was defeated. But the Tempter had only a few hours to
laugh. Because on Easter morning God
shamed and defeated Sah-tawn and the
forces of evil for all time. God pulled
off the greatest practical joke ever!
God had the last laugh!
And
so do we, the children of God who live by grace and love and hope. Although we still contend every day with the
forces of evil, because Jesus lives we can and ought to travel the
journey of
faith with a smile on our faces. Difficult
sometimes for Lutherans, but let’s
try hard this Sunday, this Easter Season … in fact, this
lifetime!!
And
by now you should have paged through the Bulletin for this Sunday and
seen all
the images of the Smiling Jesus, the Laughing Jesus … these are
the Jesus
images I more prefer to look at
(dangling a preposition out there for everyone to see, because this is
after
all Bright Sunday) … the Smiling,
Laughing Jesus is the Jesus I much prefer to look at
because that is the Jesus I believe is there in the Gospels,
holding up children in the air and making them giggle, embracing
teenagers with
arms of understanding, and passing no judgment upon anyone because they
have
committed a sin, except the judgment of making amends and making things
better,
and making the world a better place.
Oh,
that’s the Jesus I read about in the
Gospels! That’s the
Jesus in whom I put my whole faith and trust!
Which
brings me back to my friend Pastor Hal Nilsson.
He is a faithful and trustworthy pastor of the Church, he really
is,
even though he’s half-Swedish and half-Norwegian (what we call in
technical
terms a Swedgian).
Now
you know that we are not allowed anymore to tell ethnic jokes, not at
all, it’s
just not done! … especially in a church that is as welcoming as
ours. But, we can tell Hittite
jokes, because there aren’t any Hittites left in the world
anymore.
So,
a typical Hittite joke begins this way: “There were these two
Hittites, one
named Sven and the other named Ollie …”
By
the way, how many Presbyterians does it take to change a light bulb?
None.
Lights will go off and on at predestined times.
How
many Roman Catholics does it take to change a light bulb?
Sorry, only use candles.
How
many Lutherans does it take to change a light bulb?
[Steve,
the President of the Congregation jumps up from the Choir and exclaims:]
“Change?! Who
said anything about change?!”
Speaking
of Holy Week, the Three Days in Latin is called the Triduum,
but if you really
want to annoy the Corps of Liturgical Engineers, you could pronounce it
the “Tri-DEE-um” … Speaking of Holy
Week, you
remember how the story ended as we read the Passion of our Lord on Good
Friday
— Joseph of Arimathea asked to take
the
body of Jesus to his own tomb.
A
neighbor asked Joseph why he gave his beautiful hand-carved tomb to
someone
else. Joseph replied, “Well, he only
needed it for the weekend.”
It
is that kind of light-heartedness and hope that Easter gives us. Somehow Thomas in our Gospel Portion this
morning was unable to discern that joy and hope when his friends told
him that
they had seen Jesus alive. Perhaps
Thomas was so devastated by what had happened that he was mired in
depression. Crushing blows will do that,
as many of you in this room can attest.
A
week later, a patient and caring Jesus broke through Thomas’
doubt and
despair. I cannot help but believe that
there was a good bit of laughter
behind the closed doors that day when Thomas saw Jesus and knew that
life would
never be the same. That’s implicit
in
the biblical text.
You
have to be careful with the message … that is
the message; it’s a golden treasure that we have to treat it with
love and
care.
Just
like Fr. Benito in the book written by Sabine Ulibarri back in 1971
… the book
entitled Tierra Amarilla: Stories of New
Mexico. Fr. Benito came to Tierra
Amarilla and Ulibarri writes, “The good father brought us light
and life,
tenderness and joy. He filled the town
with talk and gaiety. He drew us to the
…
“He spoke terrible Spanish, fluent but mutilated.
He could not pronounce the word reino in his
favorite expression, el rein de Dios (the
Think
of that the next time you order chilies
rellenos!
We
need to pay close attention to the text … that’s a key
message of Easter. Like when the cake
decorator was asked to
inscribe First John
Speaking
of Bible verses, a mother was cleaning her teenage daughter’s
room when she saw
a post-it note on her bulletin that said Job 7:11.
The mother looked up the verse and read, “Therefore
I will not restrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit;
I will
complain in the bitterness of my soul.”
Although
she had not detected anything amiss, the mother wondered if this was a
serious
cry for help. She asked their pastor to
come over to meet with the family, which she did. The
pastor prayed with them for reassurance,
for trust and courage for the young woman, and most of all for a sense
of hope
for her. As they said “Amen,”
she asked
what that was all about. They showed her
the note and expressed their concern. “Oh
that,” she said, “that was there to remind me that
there’s a job opening at 7/11.”
There’s
been a lot in the news about health-care and our national concern and
compassion
about those who are poor and need assistance especially in the arena of
those
who have been forgotten in our country, and now we are beginning to
change that
… it’s the hilarity (if you will) of
the Gospel, the loving laughter of the Gospel that compels us to do a
simple
thing really … so simple that a lot of people just miss it
completely… you know
“love your neighbor as yourself.”
So
about Health Care … it happened that one day Jesus was walking
down the road
when he encountered three men. The first
was blind. Jesus asked the man what he
wanted, and the man said he wanted to see.
Jesus touched his eyes and the man could see.
The man went off happy. Jesus then
asked the second man, who was limping,
what he wanted, and the man said he wanted to walk in a straight manner. Jesus touched him and he was healed. The man ran off, praising God.
Then Jesus began to ask the third man what he
wanted. But before Jesus could get out
the question, the man said, “Whatever you do, don’t touch
me, Lord. I’m on disability.”
It
wouldn’t be Bright Sunday if we didn’t say something about
one of our beloved
members who died last Monday and whose Funeral Eucharist we are going
to
celebrate this afternoon at
And
you know what it was, it happened, it took place … and that is
what we call the
Easter Laugh … taking what is and what seems to be and turning
it from sadness
into laughter, from sorrow into joy, from death into life … it
is what we call,
week-after-week … the Gospel, the
Good News.
Let’s
end with one more.
A
Pastor was talking to a group of 2nd Graders about
Jesus’ Resurrection
when one child asked, “What did Jesus say right after he came out
of the grave?”
The
Pastor explained that the Gospels don’t give us that information.
A
little girl raised her hand, “I know what he said!”
“What
was it?” asked the Pastor.
“Tah-dah!” said
the little girl.
Well,
that’s a good way to end the Sermon on Bright Sunday, the Day of
Holy Hilarity.
So
after a bit of silence, let’s listen to a wonderful song by
Carrie Newcomer,
she’s a great singer/songwriter … and some of us heard her
in concert recently
in that beautiful little village of Corrales … we are going to
listen to our
own Charlie Pineda play it and sing it for us, it’s called
… “If not now, tell me when …”
I
can think of no more beautiful way to prepare ourselves for the blessed
Sacrament
of Love and Hope and Joy and Forgiveness and yes … Laughter that
we are going
to celebrate than through this song …
We may
never see this moment
Or place in time again
If Not Now, Tell me when?
Deo Gratias (+)
The Rev. Benjamin Larzelere
Pastor,