Holy Cross Monastery, West Park, NY
Br. Robert Sevensky, OHC
Easter Vigil - Sunday, April 2012
Romans 6:3-11
Mark 16:1-8
Somewhere
in my adolescence I got my hands on a book called “A Harmony of the
Gospels.” It told the story of Jesus by drawing from the four Gospels
and made it into one continuous flowing story with all the best parts
kept and all the repetitious or embarrassing parts removed. I quite
liked it. It made the story of Jesus move smoothly and rationally from
beginning to middle to end, from conception to ascension in one
satisfying narrative arc.
The only problem, as I later came to understand, is
that when it comes to Jesus, there is no one smooth narrative arc.
There is rather a number of sources, each with its own perspective, its
own audience, its own emphases and metaphors, its own “take” on that
sacrament of God that is Jesus Christ. And nowhere is this more
apparent than in the stories surrounding the Easter event that we
celebrate today. Matthew, Mark, Luke, John, Paul, and other New
Testament authors all have slightly—or not so slightly—different stories
to tell as they try to communicate the central proclamation: that the
teacher Jesus who had died a dreadful, shameful death and was hurriedly
buried was no longer in the grave, that he had been raised, that he was
on the move and that his friends were now reporting transformative
“encounters” with him...encounters that were at once intimate and
mysterious and that went on for we know not how long...perhaps for years
if we accept that Paul's reported encounter with the risen Jesus is on
the same level as those of the original disciples.
The account we heard this morning from the Gospel
according to Mark is perhaps the strangest and most baffling of all
these Easter stories. It starts off well enough: the women who saw
where Jesus had been buried go to the tomb early Sunday morning to
perform the traditional burial rites delayed by Sabbath and festival.
They are surprised to find the grave open. They enter and find a young
man dressed in white sitting there who tells them that Jesus has been
raised, that he is not there, that he is going before them to meet them
in Galilee. Please tell his apostles. And then it ends with these
enigmatic words:
So they went out and fled from the tomb, for terror and amazement had seized them; and they said nothing to anyone for they were afraid.
That's it.
That's where the most ancient manuscripts of this Gospel end, a fact so
troubling that by the second century another ending was added and yet
another by the fourth. Surely Mark must have intended to add stories of
encounters with the risen Jesus. Perhaps the original ending was lost.
We'll probably never know.
Obviously, however, the word did get out. Sooner or
later the women talk, else we would not have what we do have in Mark's
Gospel. But the first reaction of these faithful, frightened followers
and friends of Jesus has much to teach us.
These women react in a way that is, at least for me,
at least at first blush, entirely credible. Their reaction is one of
anxiety, of confusion, of chaos, of terror unallayed by the young man's
words: “Don't be alarmed.” It is, in short, a reaction to
trauma...trauma in the face of an event so overwhelming, so outside of
normal expectations, that the initial response has to be one of muteness
and flight. Their response was and remains perhaps the most authentic
response to the traumatic rupturing that is the resurrection of
Jesus—the total, sudden reversal of all things: of our customary way of
thinking about God and about ourselves, about history and its meaning,
about the demands of a new and unimagined holiness and all that this
implies for the living out of our lives. Could it be that at some level
these women recognized this? And if so, is it any wonder that they
fled in terror and amazement? The real wonder is that they ever spoke at
all.
We are still trying, two thousand years later, to
grasp and live into this central traumatic event of our faith, an event
that is simultaneously within the bounds of time and space and yet
totally transcends them, the event that has changed everything, this
event we call the Resurrection.
The Bible I use in my cell has this little footnote:
Mark's Gospel is open-ended and must be completed by the hearers and readers of the Gospel.
Too true. The story is unfinished, incomplete,
open-ended. Christ indeed is risen. But we his Body, the Church, the
People of God, are still in process. And the two stories are one,
eternally intertwined. An ancient homily for Holy Saturday imagines the
so-called descent into hell, with Christ raising Adam from the
underworld and saying: “Arise, O man, work of my hands, arise, you who
were fashioned in my image. Rise, let us go hence; for you in me and I
in you, together we are one undivided person.”
That is the deep truth of our baptism, as Paul tells
us in his Letter to the Romans just read, a reality we have ritually
and verbally reaffirmed this morning. Dying with Christ in baptism, we
also rise with him. We have been grafted into him. We are now one with
him, one undivided person. And therefore one with each other.
And the work of completion goes on year after year, a
work that will not be finished until all the baptized have been raised
with Christ and all creation has been transformed in him. It is a work
that will continue until the end of time, when Christ returns to gather
it all up and present it to the Father, and when, at last, God will be
all in all.
Like the women on that first Easter, who of us would not react to such traumatic news with “terror and amazement”?
The Guatemalan poet Julia Esquivel puts it well:
What keeps us from sleepingis thatthey have threatened us with resurrection.Accompany us, then,on this vigiland you will knowhow marvelous it isto livethreatened by resurrection.
Threatened
by resurrection! How marvelous! May we live this threat daily. May
we come to know its terror and its promise: Fullness of life.
Authentic life. Eternal life. Life together. Life with God. Life in
God.
Alleluia, Christ is risen. Don’t be too alarmed.
Amen.
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