Rev. Teri Peterson
PCOP
unbound
John 11.1-44
9 March 2014, NL4-27
(At the Threshold 1)
Now a certain man was ill, Lazarus of Bethany,
the village of Mary and her sister Martha. Mary was the one who anointed the
Lord with perfume and wiped his feet with her hair; her brother Lazarus was
ill. So the sisters sent a message to Jesus, ‘Lord, he whom you love is ill.’
But when Jesus heard it, he said, ‘This illness does not lead to death; rather
it is for God’s glory, so that the Son of God may be glorified through it.’
Accordingly, though Jesus loved Martha and her sister and Lazarus, after having
heard that Lazarus was ill, he stayed two days longer in the place where he
was.
Then after this he said to the disciples,
‘Let us go to Judea again.’ The disciples said to him, ‘Rabbi, the Jews were
just now trying to stone you, and are you going there again?’ Jesus answered,
‘Are there not twelve hours of daylight? Those who walk during the day do not
stumble, because they see the light of this world. But those who walk at night
stumble, because the light is not in them.’ After saying this, he told them,
‘Our friend Lazarus has fallen asleep, but I am going there to awaken him.’ The
disciples said to him, ‘Lord, if he has fallen asleep, he will be all right.’
Jesus, however, had been speaking about his death, but they thought that he was
referring merely to sleep. Then Jesus told them plainly, ‘Lazarus is dead. For
your sake I am glad I was not there, so that you may believe. But let us go to
him.’ Thomas, who was called the Twin, said to his fellow-disciples, ‘Let us
also go, that we may die with him.’
When Jesus arrived, he found that Lazarus
had already been in the tomb for four days. Now Bethany was near Jerusalem,
some two miles away, and many of the Jews had come to Martha and Mary to
console them about their brother. When Martha heard that Jesus was coming, she
went and met him, while Mary stayed at home. Martha said to Jesus, ‘Lord, if
you had been here, my brother would not have died. But even now I know that God
will give you whatever you ask of him.’ Jesus said to her, ‘Your brother will
rise again.’ Martha said to him, ‘I know that he will rise again in the
resurrection on the last day.’ Jesus said to her, ‘I am the resurrection and
the life. Those who believe in me, even though they die, will live, and
everyone who lives and believes in me will never die. Do you believe this?’ She
said to him, ‘Yes, Lord, I believe that you are the Messiah, the Son of God,
the one coming into the world.’
When she had said this, she went back and
called her sister Mary, and told her privately, ‘The Teacher is here and is
calling for you.’ And when she heard it, she got up quickly and went to him.
Now Jesus had not yet come to the village, but was still at the place where Martha
had met him. The Jews who were with her in the house, consoling her, saw Mary
get up quickly and go out. They followed her because they thought that she was
going to the tomb to weep there. When Mary came where Jesus was and saw him,
she knelt at his feet and said to him, ‘Lord, if you had been here, my brother
would not have died.’ When Jesus saw her weeping, and the Jews who came with
her also weeping, he was greatly disturbed in spirit and deeply moved. He said,
‘Where have you laid him?’ They said to him, ‘Lord, come and see.’ Jesus began
to weep. So the Jews said, ‘See how he loved him!’ But some of them said,
‘Could not he who opened the eyes of the blind man have kept this man from
dying?’
Then Jesus, again greatly disturbed, came
to the tomb. It was a cave, and a stone was lying against it. Jesus said, ‘Take
away the stone.’ Martha, the sister of the dead man, said to him, ‘Lord,
already there is a stench because he has been dead for four days.’ Jesus said
to her, ‘Did I not tell you that if you believed, you would see the glory of
God?’ So they took away the stone. And Jesus looked upwards and said, ‘Father,
I thank you for having heard me. I knew that you always hear me, but I have
said this for the sake of the crowd standing here, so that they may believe
that you sent me.’ When he had said this, he cried with a loud voice, ‘Lazarus,
come out!’ The dead man came out, his hands and feet bound with strips of
cloth, and his face wrapped in a cloth. Jesus said to them, ‘Unbind him, and
let him go.’
Here we are, at the
beginning of Lent, and smack in the middle of John’s gospel. Lent is a sort of
turning-point season: a time for repentance, which means turning around. It’s a
time when we let go of things that keep us from fully following Jesus, and pick
up the cross and walk toward Jerusalem. This story, in the center of John, is
also a turning point. This is the moment when Jesus sets his face toward
Jerusalem, and the disciples know it is the beginning of the end: “come,” they
say, “let us go that we may die with him.” This is the act that puts him on the
radar of the empire, the act that most frightens the religious leaders, and
that sets in motion a plan to, as one of the chief priests will put it, “let
one person die for the people.”
There are a few things
we need to know as we embark on this journey to Jerusalem through the lens of
John’s gospel. Because we are reading in order, things will feel a bit odd this
season—John spends half the book—the next 10 chapters—in Holy Week and Easter.
So we are spreading out the stories of Holy Week over the whole course of Lent,
rather than cramming half of the book of John into two days at the end.
Through these days of
walking toward the cross, we’re going to hear a lot about “the Jews.” Remember that when John says “the Jews” he’s
talking about the people in positions of power—the leadership of the Temple and
political system. Nearly everyone in the story is a Jew in the way we use the
word—Jesus was Jewish, the disciples were Jewish, the gospel writer and the
community to whom he wrote were Jewish. There is a history of using John’s
gospel to fuel anti-semitism, because we have so misunderstood the phrase “the
Jews.” So whenever you hear it, think “the religious leaders” and you’ll have a
better picture. Because those are the people that John describes as spying,
manipulating, and constantly opposing Jesus and his message—not the entire
Jewish people, but a few people with power in the system.
And there’s going to
be a lot of coming and going. Those of you who were here Wednesday night may
remember a key part of the reading was Jesus saying “I am the gate…you will
come in and go out and find pasture.” Every story we will hear this season is a
story of coming in and going out and finding pasture. Be on the lookout for who
is entering and exiting, where and how and why.
Today we are faced
with the most closed of all doors: death. Here at the beginning of Lent, in the
very center of John’s gospel, a story of a tomb shut, locked, and sealed. In
the tradition at that time, it was believed that the spirit of a person finally
departed on the third day after death. So on the fourth day, when the funeral
was over and the finality of death was starting to settle in for Mary and
Martha, Jesus comes to visit.
The fourth day. The
first day that it was really real—that there was no chance Lazarus was just
sleeping, no chance this was all a bad dream. Both Martha and Mary meet Jesus
with the same words: if you had been here…
How often have we used
those words? Lord, if you had been here…Lord, if you had come when I
asked…Lord, life hurts and I asked for help and I feel like you left me out
here to suffer…Lord, it’s too late, the grief is here to stay now.
The door is shut. The
tomb is sealed.
And right there, in
the middle of the road, with the shadow of death blacking out the sun, Jesus
says, “I am the resurrection and the life.”
Remember that Lazarus was still very much dead at this
point. No one, least of all Mary and Martha, have any idea what’s about to
happen. And Jesus makes these two claims in the middle of that darkness. He
promises resurrection, which makes sense, since this seems to be a story about
death. But he also promises life, and the word here is not a future life, but a
present life, full and abundant and eternal and connected to the holy, but now.
So he talks about both the future and the present, to people who can barely see
their way to lunch, let alone present or future life.
It’s clear that no one understands how he can be talking
like this, because when he tells them to open the tomb, everyone is appalled.
Surely he can’t be serious. The smell of rotting flesh will overpower them all,
not to mention that it’ll be traumatic for Mary and Martha to have to go
through this all yet again. And let’s not even get into the fact that the
religious leaders are here questioning every move and taking notes for the
Pharisees. The crowd stares at the closed door, words of life ringing in their
ears, unable to imagine any possibility on the other side.
I wonder how often that’s exactly what we all do? Sometimes
in the face of physical death, yes, and more often in the face of uncertainty
or change or darkness in our lives. Everyone experiences those dark nights of
the soul at some point, whether as an individual or as part of a community. We
look at the door and cannot imagine what might be on the other side. We see
that it is shut and locked, and we give up hope. Or we see that it’s open just
a tad, but we’re too afraid to give it a push and check out what’s through
there. We look, but we’re paralyzed by the choices, the possibility, the risk.
It seems the only way forward is to do what we’ve always done—to shut the door
against the unknown and grieve our losses, let Jesus’ words of grace hang in
the air and get lodged in our brains but never quite make it to the heart of
everyday stuff.
But Jesus stands there, at the locked door, and says “I am
the resurrection and the life.” He stands there and says “I came that they may
have life, and have it abundantly.” He looks at the tomb and says “open it.”
Can we even imagine hearing those words?
As I was imagining what it would be like to hear Jesus say
“open the door,” I realized that I usually imagine it from Mary and Martha’s
perspective as those who wander in the fog of grief. I know that fog well, as I
know many of you do. But what if we, the church, are actually hearing those
words from the other side of the door? The sound is a bit muffled, and we’re
having trouble seeing, and moving is a challenge, but something is going
on…something we don’t understand. And then the door is opened and Jesus calls
to us: Lazarus, come out! Presbyterians, come out! PCOP, come out! Christians,
come out!
Imagine how scary it must have been for Lazarus, to wake up in
the dark, the scent of death still hovering, the shroud covering his face and
binding his hands and feet. He moved slowly and uncertainly, tripping over
bandages and unable to see clearly. He moved toward the voice—the voice of the
shepherd who calls his sheep by name—and found himself at the doorway into
life, a doorway he could never have imagined, a doorway that led to
inconceivable risk for both himself and his dear friend. A doorway into
something that has never existed before, with no instruction manual for what to
do next, only the presence of Christ standing in the middle of the road with
promises and tears and hope. Lazarus stood at the threshold, still wrapped in
bands of death, and had to make a choice to step through.
And Jesus said: “unbind him and let him go.”
May we, too be unbound.
Amen.