Holy Saturday

In between time. No longer the drama and agony of Good Friday. Nor yet the shock and joy of Easter. Just a curious blank space tinged with grief.

On Friday they had to go; it was getting on toward sunset. Leaving grief with the body of the teacher. But first, down from the cross. Carefully! Her son — her first born — just give her a moment. But the light is going. Quickly now. The borrowed tomb. That will have to do – close him in now. They’d be back as soon as possible; after the Sabbath. But meanwhile —

Monochromatic world in shades of gray. Going through the motions of Sabbath. Startling at every sound that might indicate pursuit. Perhaps the authorities wouldn’t stop there. Perhaps they would hunt down all his followers. Perhaps we will all die like that.

The long long hours of Sabbath. Tomorrow we will go. For a moment, awakening from sleep it seemed he — But no, never again.

We know this blankness, this emptiness, this waiting. Though we know Easter is coming, the church gives place to the in-between-ness of Holy Saturday. Our celebration this evening is after dark — in the ancient calendar, the next day. But we observe this threshold space – this liminal space – this in-between. We acknowledge our mortality…… Being subject to death,… And make no mistake, it is real death. Just as those who went before died. Prophets. The righteous. Everyone.

What about those who lived and died before Christ? Are they just doomed to eternal separation from God? That didn’t seem right. That didn’t seem to fit the character of God revealed in Jesus. By the fourth century the phrase was added to the Apostles creed, “he descended into hell“ or “to the dead“ in modern translation.The idea is based on hints in First Peter, a few of the Psalms, and other places in Scripture. The harrowing of hell it is called. Most depictions are from extra-canonical materials. It was a favorite theme of mystery and miracle plays in the middle ages. The hells-mouth or maw of hell provided great scenic and acrobatic possibilities. Depictions in icons and paintings show a heroic Christ helping, or dragging, various individuals out of a pit or hell‘s mouth. Often Jesus has Adam or whoever by the wrist, indicating that it is solely by Christ’s action that they are released; it is nothing they do themselves, it’s entirely the work of Christ.

The harrowing of hell assumes a kind of three-tiered universe which I don’t think we accept anymore, but it does address that curious blankness between Good Friday and the Easter Resurrection. And it addresses the problem of the righteous dead. Some commentators frame the problem as: What happens to divinity in this in-between-time? Did God die? Was the world without divinity for a day or so? On this in-between-day we acknowledge our own mortality, pray especially for the dead, particularly our own beloved dead, and affirm that it is only by God’s grace and God‘s action that we can hope in the resurrection. But because of Christ’s action, that is a sure and certain hope.

New Year’s Eve

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This year the last few days of our liturgical year coincides with Thanksgiving in the U.S. It seems appropriate for our church “new year’s eve” to be spent eucharistically, that is, in giving thanks to God for all that we have received. The great spiritual writer and monk, Thomas Merton once wrote, “[Gratitude] is constantly awakening to new wonder and to praise of the goodness of God. For the grateful person knows that God is good, not by hearsay but by experience.”

Thick darkness

Ever notice how ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????the Sunday gospel readings start to get grimmer and grimmer at this time of year just as the daylight is retreating so rapidly, particularly here in the north country?

In Isaiah we read, “For darkness shall cover the earth, and thick darkness the peoples” This passage is heard in Advent, but the autumn serves as a kind of “pre-advent”, foreshadowing the crucifixion, the annual observance of the first coming of Emmanuel; God-with-us, and the second coming, the eschaton, the end times.

Each of us has our own personal “end times”. When we die we lose everything that we value in our lives. Possessions. Relationships. Memory. Reputation. Everything will come to an end. Thick darkness will, indeed cover us.

But for us, just as for Jesus, what follows is not the impending disaster that our readings and the diminishing daylight might suggest. What follows for us is the rest of Isaiah’s verse ”…but the Lord will arise upon you, and his glory will appear over you”.

Darkness is therefore not something to be feared. For even Moses entered into the thick darkness … where God was.

 

Practice 2

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAFor while we live, we are always being given up to death for Jesus’ sake, so that the life of Jesus may be made visible in our mortal flesh. – 2 Corinthians

When we practice resurrection it is not a masochistic seeking of suffering, nor is it Pollyanna-ish looking on the bright side of life. It is nothing other than real participation in Paschal Mystery.  In small and large ways we are given up to death. And we are raised with Jesus.

By night

Christ Instructing Nicodemus Crijn Hendricksz, 1604Nicodemus came by night. By his questions we know he’s interested. But he is a righteous and cautious man with a reputation to maintain. He needs to know what this Jesus guy is about. Jesus appears to be from God, otherwise how could he perform healings and miracles? But he speaks in riddles. Nicodemus doesn’t understand. It’s as if Jesus is answering different questions than Nicodemus had asked. Is he a charlatan? A philosopher? Perhaps. Yet there’s the evidence of those miracles and healings. No one could do these things unless he is sent by God, could he? Could he?

Whiplash

Lully, lullay, Thou little tiny Child,
Bye, bye, lully, lullay.
Lullay, thou little tiny Child,
Bye, bye, lully, lullay.
O sisters too, how may we do,
For to preserve this day
This poor youngling for whom we do sing
Bye, bye, lully, lullay.
Herod, the king, in his raging,
Charged he hath this day
His men of might, in his owne sight,
All young children to slay.
That woe is me, poor Child for Thee!
And ever mourn and sigh,
For thy parting neither say nor sing,
Bye, bye, lully, lullay.
Christmas isn’t for the fainthearted. Today is the feast of St. Stephen, the first martyr. On the 28th is the feast of the Holy Innocents. Sweet baby Jesus in the manger is all well and good, but we live in a world that has not changed much in two thousand years. A world in which things happen like Stephen’s martyrdom by stoning, and the death of innocent children as collateral damage from politics. God didn’t become flesh in order to keep his followers from experiencing tragedy. God became flesh in Jesus to prove that even death and evil and tragedy don’t get the last word. Emmanuel, God-with-us is for the very situations of Stephen, or the Innocents, or even us.