March
31, 2013
Matthew
28:1-10
God’s
Great Surprise
I have been studying my Greek New Testament lately, and I stumbled
on something very surprising. I
discovered that the Greek word for sunrise
is more accurately translated as afternoon.
You know what I like about Holy Week and Easter? We never get into arguments about the
secularization of this week. No
one worries about store greeters saying happy
spring holiday rather than happy
Easter. And how do you
commercialize Easter, a holiday about life, death, and resurrection?
A very successful contractor had a longtime, loyal, employee. The contractor approached his employee
one day and told him he wanted him to personally oversee the construction of a
grand house. No expense would be
spared on the house. It was to
have the best of materials and would be a showcase. The employee began to think about his many years of service
to his employer. I’ve helped to make him rich, and what do I
have to show for it? I have worked
for years and deserve more in return.
The employee decided he would skimp on materials and pocket the
savings. When it came to the
electrical work, he used substandard electrical supplies, thinking to himself, who is going to know the difference? He used substandard plumbing supplies,
used fewer roof trusses, and did not install hurricane clips. Everywhere he could, the employee cut
corners and pocketed the money. When
the home was finished, the contractor met his employee at the house. As they walked around the home the
contractor praised the work of his employee. When the employee handed his employer the keys, the
contractor handed them back and said, you
have worked for me for many years, and have been a very loyal employee. You have been an integral part of my
success. I wondered how I might
repay you, and decided the best way is to give you this house.
Imagine the surprise of the employee!
One of the amazing parts of the resurrection stories is the surprise
that is universal among the followers of Jesus. In spite of the fact that Jesus taught that he would rise again,
no one seemed to expect it and upon hearing of the resurrection, his followers
expressed a great deal of surprise.
One of the great attributes of God, I think, is that he is so full
of surprises. One of the most
interesting parts of the Gospels, to me, is the sense of surprise that serves
as a constant undercurrent. I
think we too often believe we have God all figured out. We know just what to expect of him, we
know how he will act, and we know what he must think.
But we don’t. God is
not always predictable. God does
not always do the expected.
God, in Christ, certainly surprised people.
As Jesus taught, as he ministered, and as he dealt with people he so
often surprised them. Jesus was
not always what they expected. Jesus
angered some because they were surprised at his freedom in associating with
people. Jesus would step across
social boundaries to eat with people he wasn’t supposed to even speak to, let
alone break bread with them. He
would touch people he wasn’t supposed to touch. He would love people he wasn’t supposed to love. He would stand up for people you
weren’t supposed to defend.
We have our boundaries too, don’t we? We have lines we’re not supposed to cross either, don’t we? They come at an early age. Some people told me there were certain
people with whom I shouldn’t associate.
Jesus broke all kinds of boundaries and barriers as he dealt with
people, and he cared not what others thought, especially the religious leaders
who were the ones who had so carefully laid out the boundaries and drew the
lines that separated people.
Jesus surprised because he even loved those who
put him to death. Jesus’ words father
forgive them; for they do not know what they are doing (Luke 23:34) are
some of the most amazing and powerful words ever spoken. Think of the individual or group of
people who really disturb you.
Pick those people who really get under your skin and imagine being able
to speak and demonstrate love to them.
There are people who long ago did something to hurt us, and though it’s
been years ago we still bristle at the thought. Imagine loving them.
Jesus loved even those who crucified him. These were not people who just said
something upsetting to him; these were not people who had a little problem with
Jesus – these were the people who killed him. And he loved them.
If Jesus loved all, it is what he asks of
us. Love is the most powerful and
most wonderful force in our world, but it is also the most difficult and
terrible force as well, because it asks the impossible of us, and that is to
love those who not only love us, but even those who hate us.
It has been the bane of the church across the ages to fall into that
same trap of drawing lines between people and to reinforce the lines already
drawn by society.
One of the great surprises of God is to go against the grain of
carefully constructed social structures and to offer his love to everyone. Everyone. That is one of the great, but challenging, parts of the
gospel – the gospel doesn’t belong to us!
The church is not the protector and dispenser of God’s love – God is!
The resurrection was a surprise to the followers of Jesus. They had certainly seen people
crucified before. The Romans were
unsparing in their use of that terrible method of execution. Crucifixion led to death and when
you’re dead, you’re dead. But God
surprised them. It was an
unexpected, wonderful, glorious surprise.
The news shouldn’t have come as a surprise to the disciples, because
Jesus had told them in very plain language he would rise again. But the nature of a surprise is that
you can’t see it, even when it was right in front of you.
When I was younger, my two brothers, our father, and I were all
motorcycle riders. My younger
brother and I had one that was not much of a motorcycle, and we kept it running
with duct tape and bailing wire.
We really wanted a newer one.
One fall, our dad rolled a motorcycle into his workshop. It was a really nice motorcycle, but it
needed some repair to get it in top running condition; it had some issues.
We were really interested in it and he told us it belonged to
someone he worked with, and he was going to work on it as a favor to his
coworker. I was quite
disappointed, because I had hoped it was my dad’s and that he would let us ride
it. A number of times I would go
out into his workshop and just sit on that motorcycle. I would put one hand on the throttle
and one on the clutch and think about how great it would be to run it across
our fields.
I watched with great interest the progress my dad made on that
motorcycle. He painstakingly
restored the paint until it looked brand new. He rebuilt the engine and cleaned and shined it until it
gleamed. I was sorry to think
about it leaving.
And then an interesting thing happened. Christmas came, and when we came down that morning my
brother and I both had a motorcycle helmet under the tree. It didn’t make any sense because our
old motorcycle was so slow you really didn’t need a helmet. In the helmets was a note to go out
into his workshop. We went very
quickly, and there was that motorcycle we had admired for so many weeks, and it
was his gift to us. It was one of
the great surprises of my life, and I will never forget it as long as I live.
I can’t begin to fathom the surprise of those first followers of
Jesus, as they arrive at a tomb that is unexpectedly empty. As they hear the news from the first
witnesses that the tomb is empty and they have seen the risen Christ.
It is, and remains God’s Great
Surprise.
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