“Rise Up”

“Rise Up”


Date: April 16, 2017

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“RISE UP”
SCRIPTURE: EZEKIEL 37: 1
10; MATTHEW 28: 1
10
GRACE COVENANT PRESBYTERIAN CHURCH, ASHEVILLE, NC
Easter Sunday, April 16, 2017
The Rev. Dr. Marcia W. Mount Shoop, Pastor
Fifty
eight years ago, April 16, a young couple just beginning their
twenties and just
shy of a year into their marriage, are caught up in the wonder and delight of their
new baby daughter
just five days old: a
beautiful baby by all accounts, and a joy
beyond measure.
The
young couple was
living into a bright future
midwa
y through seminary for the
young man
following in the footsteps of his father and grandfather before him.
And this new baby made the years stretch out
ahead of them
with even more
promise.
The wonder and delight of new life
new possibilities, of love tha
t captures our
deepest affections and tells us who we are in ways we never knew possible. That
was the spring of 1959
a taste of heaven to be sure.
Fifty
seven years ago, just a few days into the summer of 1960 that same couple in
the midst of graduatio
n from
seminary and anticipating life’s next chapter entered
into an experience of
hell on earth. Their daughter, now a couple of months into her
second year of life, was sick.
A vortex of moments
what seemed like a simple cold and a visit to the doctor
, the
next day became a hospitalization, and then after a few more days, a horrible
diagnosis
leukemia, and just a few days later, she was gone.
That young
couple was my parents. And that
sorrow
helped to form
my three sisters
and me as we came into the
world.
I never knew my oldest sister
neither did any of my other 3 sisters,
but she deeply
shaped us
.
It is from her that I learned
to anticipate grief and to walk slowly in its wake.
It is from her that I learned life is not fair, and innocent people
suffer and die.
It is from her that I learned about the depths of love someone can have for
another
and how new lif
e can fold out of even the worst possible
death.
In many ways, my sister, Allison Truly Mount, was my first teacher of resurrection.
It is her ghost that
showed
me that space, within each of us, that yearns for a way to
trust the power of a love that never
dies and a life that goes on
forever
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This
has not been a simple set of lessons
in my life
. I am guessing your own brushes
with resurrection’s mystery have not been simple either.
We Christians come to the joy, the elation of our Easter Sundays by the hardest of
roads
the road
that teaches us of
harsh
injustice, of a terrifying kind of suffering
the kind that feels like it could be the thief of any semblance of hope we have left,
the kind that
seems to mock
God’s promises of redemption
, the kind that makes
real
joy seem like a stranger to us
.
We cannot rise up to the vivid truth of Easter without abiding first in the shadows of
the cruelty and injustice that this world seems to doll out with horrible consistency.
If someone asked you why you are a Christian, where would Resurrection come in
to
your answer?
And what about joy? Where have you seen dry, brittle bones come to
life? Where have you seen the Lord?
Resurrection has never been settled doctrine
. Its mysterious power and truth have
always taken a variety of forms and answered a ran
ge of life’s hardest questions.
And it has always been something that calls each person into a profound journey of
discovery of inner resources we would not otherwise know we had.
R
esurrection is not an idea unique to Christians either.
In Jewish writing later in the exilic period and post exile, we begin to see flirtations
with
concepts of
resurrection. It was most often an answer to the profound
quandary of why divine justice seems such a stranger to the way life here on earth
actually
works.
This disconnect, this dissonance
this repetitive reality that tells us again and again
that the wicked prosper, that innocent people suffer, that lives can be cut short by
th
e cruelest of turns, that
people
too often
use their power to do great ha
rm, can
become to
o
much to bear. And the human question cries out “how long” “why”?
And so mythic stories began to emerge
in later Jewish antiquity
with a variety of
ways to understand resurrection’s purpose: vindication, reward or punishment, and
ways t
o redeem a battered nation.
Ezekiel’s experience of the valley of dry bones coming to life was a message to the
people of Israel
deportees, those oppressed and violated by the powers and
principalities
your despair will be transformed. Nothing stands out
side God’s
power and capability.

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