Showing posts with label Good Friday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Good Friday. Show all posts

God is Dead!

Like PKs everywhere, my daughter spends a significant amount of time in the church building: in the sanctuary, in the classrooms and meeting rooms, and of course, in Daddy's office. I remember those days, being in Dad's office at the church. I knew where everything was - what pictures he had on the wall, what pieces of artwork he had around. I knew that office like it was just another room in my home. Which is why I am surprised when,  from time to time, my daughter notices something in my office for the first time - as she did Tuesday evening while I was getting prepared for our service of prayer and conversation.

I was sitting at my desk, hastily reading a few last minute things to help me get my thoughts together for the service. My three year old was playing with the stash of toys that stay in my office for just such an occasion. And then, from behind me I heard her declare, "God is dead."

This is not exactly what your pastor wants to hear his child proclaim, no matter what her age. But I've been to this rodeo before, and I knew that the worst thing I could do was over-react. Maybe I misheard her. Maybe she was talking about something else. Maybe her words got jumbled, as often happens for three year olds. So I asked, "What was that?"  She walked over to me, "Is God dead, Daddy?"

Ok, less of a proclamation, more of a question. "What do you mean?" She crawled into my lap as a I turned around in my desk chair. And then she pointed to the crucifix that hangs on my office wall, "Is God dead, Daddy?"

Ah, now this makes sense. She is a good Lutheran, who understands Good Friday. This wasn't a crisis of faith in my toddler, it was a teaching opportunity. And so, all rush to prepare for the service stopped. Now was the time to stop everything, and answer her questions. We talked about Good Friday, and the fact that Jesus died on the cross, and that was sad. And then we talked about Easter, and how Jesus rose again, lives forever, and we don't have to be sad any more. We ended our discussion with a competition to see who could shout "Alleluia!" the loudest as we celebrated the fact that Jesus is risen.

The point of this is not that my daughter is amazing (although she is - just ask me sometime and I'll tell you all about how amazing she is). No, the point is the importance for parents to talk with their children about faith. Keep objects of faith around the house - crosses, Bibles, artwork. Bring your children to church to see the people gathering and hear the stories. Do those things, live your faith, and they will ask you about it.

Just like grown-ups, children are trying to make sense of their world. The first place children are going to turn with their questions is to mom and dad. Make the time to answer those questions. If you do not - if you are too busy to answer their questions, if the questions make you uncomfortable - then your children will learn the lesson: there is not enough time for faith, and God is not something we talk about. And, well, a faith not talked about will die out and not be passed on to a new generation. A God not talked about from generation to generation may as well be dead.

Is God dead? Not in my house.

I Am Judas

“I am Judas”
Sermon for Good Friday

In the annals of history, there are names that echo evil through the generations – names that have become synonymous with wickedness:
Adolph Hitler. Attila the Hun. Benedict Arnold. Jeffrey Dahmer. Timothy McVeigh. Osama bin Laden.

There are people who evoke such images of evil, that just mentioning the name alone is enough to set a room full of people on edge. For all the wrong reasons, these are names that we will never forget. And through history, few names have carried a stronger sense of evil than Judas. Not a decade later, not a century later, but two thousand years later, just his name is an insult. To call someone a “Judas” is to say that that person is the lowest of the low – absolutely the worst sort of person.

There have been kings and generals who have been brutal and cruel. There have been politicians who have lied and broken promises. There have been serial killers who murder countless strangers just for the fun of it – but none of them seems to have the staying power of Judas in our imagination of evil. In fact, there are other characters in the Bible who share his name, Judas, but you can’t tell by looking at an English Bible – in both the Hebrew and the Greek, the names Judah and Jude are exactly the same as Judas; but we don’t want to tarnish them with the name of “Judas”, so we spell it a little differently in English.
If we can say nothing else good about people, at least they aren’t as bad as Judas.

He was one of the chosen twelve – Jesus’ inner circle, his closest friends. And he betrayed him. He seems to have believed that Jesus was the Messiah, God’s anointed one, and he turned him over to the authorities. It doesn’t get any lower than that.

The story has been told for countless generations, by countless different people, and the emphasis is always the same. Judas killed Jesus.
There is nothing worse that you could do than be “a Judas.” Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John are all perfectly clear: It was Judas’ fault.

Today, on this day of the crucifixion, I wonder if we haven’t been a little harsh on Judas. Think about it for a moment – Judas was one of the twelve. I wonder if Judas expected that his actions would turn out very differently. To be clear, I don’t know what he thought – no one tells us. But I wonder.
Maybe he thought that talking to the authorities would force the issue – give Jesus a chance to really show his power. After all, they had seen the crowds gather around Jesus when he entered into Jerusalem, perhaps they would again. I don’t know.

But it is clear – at least to me – that Judas did not expect what happened. He didn’t expect the flogging. He didn’t expect the humiliation. And he certainly didn’t expect the painful death on the cross.

Just look at the story – as soon as things took a turn for the worse, as soon as it became clear that this story would end with the cross, Judas gave the money back and hung himself. He was ashamed. He was heartbroken. Whatever it was that Judas expected when he gave Jesus to the authorities, it certainly wasn’t this.

And, in some ways, I think we have all been there. We have all done and said things that have had unintended consequences – outcomes that we never imagined, results that we never expected from our actions.

As is often the case, when I was in high school, my parents and I did not always get along. Actually I was a real jerk – I had all the answers, and my parents just got in my way. And I remember the day ….
The words came out of my mouth, and I wished I could take them back as soon as they started floating through the air. “I hate you!” I yelled at them. I could see on their faces what my words did to them – the heartache and pain that I caused them. And now, with a child of my own, I really know the hurt that I caused my parents. I wish I could go back and change it.

But far too often, we can’t see beyond the end of our noses. We give no thought – or we give too little thought – to the consequences of our actions. We may consider how our actions affect us personally, but then we stop. But the truth is that everything we do and say has consequences.

In the time just before a service, I often find myself in my own little world. Thinking about the service, thinking about my sermon, thinking about the liturgy, thinking about any meetings I might have that day. One Sunday, I was in just such a state about ten minutes before a service began. I was in the sacristy – the little room off to the side of the altar – when the acolyte came in. The young person, not yet in confirmation, asked me a question about God – I don’t remember exactly what the question was, but I remember that it was the sort of question that scholars write volumes trying to answer.
In my Sunday morning trance, I gave some dismissive answer, and went on about my preparations. Months later, I learned that the child had gone home devastated by my rude answer.

Everything we do, everything we say has consequences.
Everything we do and everything we say affects everyone around us – often in ways that we least expect … but then again, since we usually don’t even give the consequences a second thought, of course we don’t expect them.
I don’t think Judas fully realized the consequences of his actions, and maybe we are too hard on him.

But, if I am going to be totally honest with you, my real reason for saying that we are too hard on Judas is entirely selfish.
You see, I am Judas. Yes, I am Judas.
Judas’ sin was betraying Jesus. Judas knew of Jesus’ great love, he knew of his power and compassion, and yet Judas betrayed Jesus, and caused his death. And I am Judas. In fact, you are Judas, too.
Every time we fail to love as Jesus has loved us, we betray him. I am Judas.
Every time we allow people to suffer, we betray him. I am Judas.
Every time we choose our self-interests and pride instead of the good of everyone around us, we betray him. I am Judas.
Every time we react in anger and hatred, we betray him. I am Judas.
And we are blind to the real consequences of our betrayal. It is easy to blame Judas for the death of Jesus – he lived two thousand years ago, and I’ve never met the guy.
But Jesus died to forgive us from our sins – on that cross, Jesus bore our sins. Our sins, our betrayal, put Jesus on the cross. And so, I am Judas.

That is the consequence of our thoughtlessness. That is the consequence of our hurtfulness. That is the consequence of how we treat others. With our actions, with our words, we have prepared a cross for our savior. Truth be told, if that were the end of the story I would be tempted to join Judas in finding the tallest tree and a length of rope. But it is not the end of the story.

On the cross, we hear the voice of Love that says to us, “Yes, you are Judas. And I love you still.
“You cannot be too evil for my love.
“You cannot do anything that I cannot redeem.
“I know the consequences of your words and deeds, and I will not stop loving you.”
On the cross, Love says, “There is nothing, not even these nails and this cross, that can separate me from you.”

And so, today, Good Friday, we look at the cost of our sin. We look at the very real consequences of our thoughtless words and actions.
We know that we are Judas.

As we go back out into the world, we try to show to everyone we meet the same Love that has spoken to us from the cross.