A PREACHER’S HARDEST DAY
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I’m talking about Easter.
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I’m skipping over some of those tragic
moments that ministers go through from time to time. My mind flicks back to
scenes that won’t go away. In fact, the day before I left my church career,
I was standing at the graveside of a young man who died in a motorcycle accident.
The memory is of his sister sobbing in my arms. Days like that are not usual.
Just thinking of it reminded me that my first funeral in that church was for
another young man killed in a motorcycle accident. Bookends on a ministry.
Those are more than hard days.
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But here’s another - Easter. It comes
every year. You would think that preachers would look forward to Easter. It’s
the biggest crowd of the year. You get to see people that don’t come any
other Sunday. You have extra services. There is great music. Did I mention
lots of Easter lilies.
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Besides, you have the most dramatic story
in the world to tell. How can you beat it? Most people are happy on Easter.
It is an inspiring day.
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If it were only that easy.
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I probably make it too hard. Sometimes
we know too much…or too little. I remember sitting next to my New Testament
professor on a flight from Cairo to Jerusalem. On take off I noted that he
gripped the arm rest so hard his fingers were white. I knew he was a pilot.
I asked him if flying worried him. He said, “If you knew what I know you’d
be worried too.”
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If you knew what I know about the Easter
story you would understand why it is so hard.
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The problem is that Easter is not a good
time to be talking about Easter. You only have one shot. Most people haven’t
been there for Palm Sunday or for the Last Supper Betrayal or for the Trial
or the Crucifixion and Burial. It’s like showing up at a basketball game
when the winning shot beats the buzzer and everyone is standing and cheering.
You don’t know how it happened.
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But that’s not the hardest part for me.
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There is a great divide, particularly
in the western world where we want to think literally rather than in metaphors.
We want to be shown what the Bible says so we’ll know what to believe. We
think that all we need is the words. For some it’s the literal understanding
that makes the story. For others, that kind of understanding misses the story.
Does the preacher ignore the divide, or try to deal with it for sake of those
who wonder.
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My guess is that 90% of the Easter crowd
thinks it knows what the story is. It’s like a familiar story that they want
to hear again. You don’t change the endings of bed time stories and you don’t
change the ending of Easter stories.
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And you don’t have time to show how the
Easter stories evolved into a faith story. You don’t have time to show that
the earliest written reports of an Easter story came from Paul, who knew
nothing of an empty tomb. But how the latest reports, many decades after Jesus
died, have the story well-developed into the form we like the best, with
angels and an empty tomb with the stone rolled away.
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I have chosen one of the “resurrection”
stories for this Easter. It’s the one about the two disciples on the road
to Emmaus who met a stranger. In most churches where this story is told I
am sure it is made to seem like a news event written by a reporter. The hard
truth is that the story didn’t “happen”. The real truth is that the story
“happened” in so many ways over many decades that it evolved into a rather
complete Easter story. What the preacher needs to deal with is, what happened
and does it still happen? I said it wasn’t easy.
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It’s hard to do. You can’t say all that
I’ve just said on Easter Sunday. The preacher must leave out most of what
he/she knows. The preacher must shorten the message, simplify it. The preacher
must trust the story to raise its own questions and maybe offer its own answers.
The great Albert Scweitzer in Quest for the Historical Jesus
was ahead of his time and most of those who must preach on Easter when he
said.
“As
one unknown and nameless, He comes to us…He puts us to tasks to carry out
in our age…He will reveal himself through all that they are privileged to
experience in his fellowship of peace and activity, of struggle and suffering,
until they come to know as an inexpressible secret, Who He is…”
─ Art Morgan, Easter 2009
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