Saturday 29 April 2017

Sermon Opoho Church Sunday 16 April 2017 Easter Sunday and Holy Communion.

Readings:  John 20: 1-18    Acts 10: 36-43

We pray:  May our hearts be open to your word for us O God as we join this day with Christians throughout the world who celebrate the Good News alive in our world. Amen.

Today I want to talk about the women.  The women who walked the way with Jesus – from Galilee and places along the way, who were there in Jerusalem, at the gates, at the cross, at the tomb. 
And, one suspects, at the Last Supper.  At our Maundy Thursday service Tui read a poem of the experience of gathering around the table at Opoho and I was particularly struck by the last few lines: 
No-one left quietly. Instead
they ate more bread,
drank more ‘wine’ and chatted
about how the last supper
was incomplete
without women, without children.

Was that meal a men only affair?  Would the Jesus who encouraged Mary and chided Martha have excluded all but the men?  At the very least they would have served and listened even though they did not get a mention.  Whatever, we know the role of women in Jesus time of ministry is incredibly understated and often ignored.  But when it came to the tomb – there was no hiding the fact that it was all about women.  Women who found the empty tomb, women who encountered the good news of the risen Christ, women who told the men and were disbelieved.
 ‘While men were in hiding, women delivered the greatest news the world has ever known.’  That was the somewhat controversial title of a reflection written by Jim Wallis this Easter. 
And right enough the story of Easter Day belongs to the women; to Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of Jesus, Joanna, Salome, Mary mother of James and all the other women who were with them.  Each Gospel names them differently but all agree that it was the women followers who came to the tomb that morning, come to mourn awhile, to anoint his body, to sit with him.  

There was danger – after all this was a convicted political criminal and there was every change that the guards could see them as conspirators and arrested arrest them too. 
There was helplessness – the politicians and priest had made sure the tomb was securely sealed – how would they get in to anoint the body.
There was fear too – all the followers of Jesus would have been afraid and bereft.  But it seems that the men and women responded differently.  Most of the men seem to have accepted the unthinkable, that it was all over, and were staying well out of the way – even hiding for fear of being identified.  But there was something in those women that couldn’t let them do that.  Their love for Jesus was born out in their actions, their determination to minister to him even in death overcame their fear.  It was like they couldn’t abandon him, even when all was dark and hopeless. They came with a strength of purpose that would not be ignored.
Jim Wallis calls the women of the tomb as history’s midwives of hope for they birthed the good news of the risen Christ.
And the hope they brought to the  world was not hope we think of as that fleeting sense of possibility or that the tide must turn sometime but rather hope as a choice, a decision, an action based on faith, where we plough ahead despite all evidence to the contrary. 
I wonder if we can put ourselves into the minds and emotions of those disciples, men and women, that Sabbath day.  If we can pause in the moment, accepting that we didn’t know what came next, be those disciples reeling from the death of their beloved leader.  There could be no possible way in which they could go on.  What would it have been like?
For they could do nothing until the sacred day had ended, so it wasn’t until the third day that they could make a move of any sort: and for most of them it was to go to the tomb or to stay in hiding. And while it was the women’s role to anoint the body, the men could have gone too. They didn’t.  Not one.

That response of the women on Easter morning to the death of Jesus is a pivotal moment in the Gospel story.  Imagine if they too had stayed away, unwilling to act, to go and be with their saviour, dead though he might be.  
They, none of them, men or women, knew what was ahead.  But the hope was stronger in the women – embedded in their faith was a trust that in Jesus all things were possible and so they got on with loving him, even in the blackest circumstances.
And it seems that we can find times throughout history when the sheer dogged hope of women has transformed the course of human history:
the women in Ireland who were determined to end the deep abyss that was sectarian violence,
the Mothers of the Disappeared in Latin America who stood alone before the military and the world, testifying for their loved ones and for the truth,
the Mothers of the Movement in the States, standing for justice and reform in the face of gun violence against young people of colour, calling for justice and hope in the face of unspeakable personal tragedy.  The Black lives Matter movement, the women marching throughout the world in response to the policies and rhetoric of Donald Trump.

Midwives of hope – all of them.  And this is who we are called to be – men and women both – to be as those women were at the tomb, continuing to live in hope even when the most optimistic amongst us can see no way forward.  That is what faith in Jesus Christ is – a hope believed in and lived out. 
How are we to live out that hope today?  When we see no way forward we are to believe in and act on the love that was unable to be destroyed on the cross, the love that overpowers death and darkness and aloneness and is with us always.  For no matter how unlikely or far-fetched our hope for justice, for peace, for equality, for food, for shelter for all people might be, we are to surge forward believing all things are possible in the name of God. The hope that realises the breaking down of barriers, the challenging of the powerful, the showing of compassion to the unloved and mercy to the undeserving is with us –it was for the healing of the world that Jesus died, that we might believe the power of love over death, that we might trust that the risen Christ works in and through us, even when we can see no way out of the mire this world is in.
So this Easter Sunday, can I ask you, for a while, to sit with the women who stayed with Jesus through the darkness into the light and to ask what it means to be a midwife of hope, seeing the impossible and the unachievable and entering into it anyway, confident in the hope and promise that is the resurrected Jesus.  Amen

Margaret Garland


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