03/31/2024
While It Was Still Dark
by The Rev. Dr. Nathanael Saint-Pierre
(John 20: 1 – 18)
I have studied, but I need your strength. I have prepared, but I need your power,
I’m willing, and I want to, but only you can make me able
Silently now I wait for thee, ready my God thy will to see
Open mine eyes and illumine me. Spirit divine
How many of you feel we are navigating dark times? What kind of darkness are we facing? Are you an early voter without a clue who you should vote for? Do you feel forced to pick the lesser of two evils? Are you a migrant who thought you came to the United States of Paradise, where lights are always bright, and found yourself in a deep blackout, killed on a bridge by a boat without power? How many of you are disappointed to find yourself in Hell? How many of you hope there is light at the end of the tunnel? How many of you keep faith that Jesus is no longer dead but is well alive?
The Gospel of John we read today starts like that: “Early on the first day of the week, while it was still dark, Mary Magdalene came to the tomb and saw that the stone had been removed from the tomb.” Although it is easier to understand that John was speaking of the early morning obscurity, we can also assume that for Mary Magdalene, there was another darkness, the darkness of death, a mental darkness of feeling let down. His teacher, the one who saved her from being stoned, died brutally three days earlier. It was dark. She came to the tomb to care for Jesus' body, but the tomb was empty. It was dark. Her friends, who usually walked with the teacher and might shed some light on what was happening, fled. It was dark. She was at the cross with only one of the disciples and a few women, among them Jesus’ mother, who could not comprehend why her son had been killed. It was dark. Even the sun disappeared in the third hour that day.
Complication: Was Jesus’ resurrection evident for Mary Magdalene? Is it obvious to us modern-day Christians? How did Jesus reveal his resurrection to Mary Magdalene? How is Jesus manifesting his living among us today?
Although they witnessed Lazarus’ resurrection, Jesus’ contemporaries did not capture his message loud and clear enough to accept that he would die and, after three days, resurrect. Not just Mary Magdalene but the whole community surrounding Jesus was in despair. It isn't easy to keep believing when so severely tested. Jesus was the hope of a multitude of followers. People trusted he was gifted. Mary Magdalene was able to see his abilities firsthand. The public tribunal condemned her. Her clients were ready to stone her. Her accusers were the beneficiaries of her services. And Jesus, faithful to his mission, saved her from her chastisement. Her presence at the tomb the day after the sabbath expressed her gratitude. But she was swallowed by darkness when she found the tomb empty. It was as if the death of Jesus was not painful enough. The trauma of looking at him breathing his last was not damaging enough. Now, his body was missing. Who could have removed it? What was going on? This was not just an eclipse where the sun was temporarily obstructed by (God) the Son. It was total chaos, confusion, and loss.
In recent years, the world seems to be engulfed in a commitment to darkness, a darkness that we cannot walk away from without the light of Jesus. Four years ago, it was Covid. We have seen how greed and power grabbing have caused millions to die. Added to that, for almost a year now, the powers of this world have been at war. Russia, feeling geopolitically threatened by the Western world, invaded Ukraine to protect itself. Thousands are dying. Israel, attacked by Hamas, is at war with Palestine. Thousands are dying. In many countries, particularly Haiti, street gangs are taking over control. People are killed every day, women are r***d, people are kidnapped. We know where the weapons are made, but we don’t understand why they are used against an unarmed population. Who is sending them? Who orders and pays for them? The darkness is still thick, and we see no light. The smoke is so dense that we must close our eyes. Some would think we must have learned that the evil one needs the darkness to do his work. In eight days from today, certain regions of the earth will experience a solar eclipse. There will be physical darkness all around. Some prophets of bad omens are already predicting the worst. We are uncertain about the future. We are like the disciples when Jesus died. A people without a shepherd. A world without a bright star.
But Mary ran and went to Peter and told him about her findings. The tomb was empty. How could this be? Peter may not have been brave enough to confront the darkness. He himself has lost many fights against the darkness. The other disciple, the one that Jesus loved, returned to the tomb with him and Mary. There, they saw the empty tomb. The other disciple saw and believed. Peter and Mary did not yet see the light. Peter, discouraged, returned home, but Mary lingered behind. She saw two angels inside the empty tomb, and one of them asked her: “Woman, why are you weeping?” “They have taken away my Lord,” Mary said, “and I do not know where they have laid him.” And Jesus stood there in her presence. But the human eye, when for too long in darkness, can’t see light. Mary could not see that it was Jesus. Supposing him to be the gardener, she said to him, “Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have laid him, and I will take him away.” Jesus said to her, “Mary!” She turned and said to him in Hebrew, “Rabbouni!”
Jesus, while Mary could not identify him, knew Mary by name and could –like the time she was accused, condemned, and held for ex*****on – pull her out of this darkness, this sadness, and this madness. The brutality of the empire could not eclipse the spiritual sun of her life that Jesus represented. Jesus was killed, but God raised him. Beloveds, it was a day like today, a Sunday!
Therefore, the announced eclipse is not a reason to let fear traumatize us. Jesus is well alive and still revealing himself to many. The tomb is empty, but the body has not been stolen. It is empty because Jesus is well alive. That is what I believe. I believe that every time love triumphs over hatred, Jesus is alive. Every time that we remember that someone somewhere has a need that we can address with empathy, Jesus is alive. A cup of water to the thirsty, a piece of bread to the hungry, an act of kindness to the stranger, a temporary shelter for the homeless, we have the power to let Jesus manifest himself in the lives we touch. While it is still dark, keep hope. Jesus on the cross was the hope of the crooked (marginalized, dehumanized, disabled). While it’s still dark, reflect the love of Jesus. He gave us the power to shine. And this little light of ours must shine to change the nightmares of this darkness-friendly world to the dreams God intended.
When it is still dark, it is never the time to panic. The shadow of evil might be at work, creating an illusion with fake evidence appearing real. But God’s light can be unfolding. Things out of our control are enlightening our path. God is seeking and finding us to call us by name. We must die to resurrect. Nothing human is eternal. Even God, becoming human, had to die so that, resurrected, Jesus could triumph over every evil and make us worthy to stand before God. Resurrection must be the reality to accept. Even in death, sadness, and madness, our voices should join in a melody of love. Love, even killed, cannot be destroyed. Jesus is the incarnation of God’s love, unconditional love, and eternal love.
Alleluia! Christ is risen!
Jesus is risen indeed! Alleluia! Amen!