
It has been a week since we celebrated Jesus’ resurrection from the tomb, and I am still wondering whether we have moved on to live out the Easter story beyond the graveyard. Jesus overcame death and ascended to His Father, but in many ways we continue to keep him entombed by our very lives.
Although each of the four Gospels tell the resurrection story slightly different, they have some elements in common. One commonality includes certain questions that the angels asked Jesus’ disciples when they came to the tomb on Easter morning.
According to Luke, an angel asked, “Why do you look for the living among the dead?” In John’s gospel, Jesus asked, “Why do you weep? Whom are you looking for?”
The disciples should have expected an empty tomb. Jesus already told them that God was going to raise him on the third day. Besides, Jesus was always on the move in his earthly ministry–“The Son of Man has nowhere to lay his head”–so they should have known that He was going to be on the move after his resurrection.
Jesus is still on the move. He is not in the tomb. Nor is he some archaic historical figure that we can keep locked in a textbook. Yet, that’s precisely how we think of Jesus sometimes. Jesus lives and gives us abundant life, but we do not reflect that reality. Often, our actions, words, and thoughts communicate that Jesus does not exist whatsoever.
Easter has passed, but we still find ourselves back at the tomb as if Jesus will be there. We go back to the tomb of architecture–expecting Jesus to be encapsulated in our church structures, without any ability to move beyond those heavy, stone walls.
We entomb Jesus in our ideologies and our opinions, as if Jesus remains in the stagnate thoughts of humanity’s limited understanding of God. We treat him like some file-folder we can pull out whenever we need Him. Jesus makes a convenient appearance now and then when we are fighting a culture war or debate.
We entomb Jesus in our worship preferences, assuming that He is only pleased with one style of worship or another. We assume that we find Jesus only when we sing certain hymns or sing praise-and-worship or preach the lectionary or have Mass.
We entomb Jesus in our foreign policy, always arguing that Jesus is on the side of just war and liberty. That tomb is very important because as long as He remains there, we can ignore the myriad of verses in which Jesus talks about forgiving our enemies.
Don’t forget our tomb of domestic policies as well. When we return to this tomb, we realize that Jesus looks like the rest of us and cares about the things that we care about: the American Dream, a Cadillac, and an air-conditioned home filled with trinkets and appliances made in China.
Why do we look for the living among the dead? Perhaps its because we forget that Jesus is living in the first place. “Do not hold on to me,” Jesus told Mary Magdalene on Easter morning.
This Lord is not someone whom we can hold or control, pin down or predict. Jesus is always on the move and breaking out of the tombs that we often establish; Jesus works in places, people, and ideas where we least expect it.
In at least two Gospels, the angels tell the women that Jesus went ahead of the disciples to Galilee. Jesus was not at the tomb because he was alive, and he went to Ground Zero–the beginning–where all things began.
May our hearts and minds also be where Jesus is, at the source of God’s very divine purpose for humanity rather than at the tombs that we construct from our limited perspectives.
“…The Lord is not someone whom we can hold or control, pin down or predict. Jesus is always on the move and breaking out of tombs that we often establish: Jesus works in places, people and ideas where we last expect it …”
Thank you so much for these on-spot insights; they touched a very weary heart this morning. I prayed today with all I have to ask for strength and hope. Your message was meaningful and direct. I have to break again all molds in my life, and I have to be constantly on the move too, the strain is tremendous. So many people like me today. Nothing works by accident but by God’s grace, as coming across your text today of all days.
God bless,
Olga