Jesus told them that this would
happen.
Three different times he told them
that he would die and rise again.
Not only that but our Gospel for this
morning happens after Jesus had a appeared to the women at the tomb, the two
disciples on the road to Damascus, and Peter.
Why don't they understand what is
happening?
Why don't they believe that it is
Jesus who is alive?
Because it is our natural position
not to trust.
We always doubt first.
Because of this we go into any
situation with preconceived notions about how things are suppose to go.
We learn to not trust things pretty
early on.
Sam Hartung, a youth from our congregation, helped me this week
with this sermon.
He told me that past trauma's stop us
from believing in things.
We have all had that moment in our
lives when something happens to us that makes us less trusting of the world.
We have all had that moment when we
realized that the world doesn't always work out the way we want it to.
And from that moment on we are less
likely to trust things.
We are less likely to trust that
things can work out, and can go our way.
Maybe it was the first time you
realized that your parents aren't perfect, and have just as many flaws as
anyone else.
Maybe it is when a friend says they
will do something, but they don't come through.
Maybe it is when you try really hard
at something only to fail anyway.
Maybe it was more traumatic than
that.
If we think about it the disciples
had just lived through the trauma of Jesus dying on a cross.
They thought he would be the one to
restore Israel.
He would be the one that would make
things right this time.
Only to live through the trauma of
watching all of their hopes and dreams die on a cross.
They were thwarted again.
No wonder they don't believe that it
is Jesus standing amongst them.
No wonder we don't believe it either.
We have been disappointed many times.
We have prayed prayers that seemed to
go answered.
We have had dreams that have gone
unfulfilled.
We have been let down lots of times.
We have experienced the trauma of
Good Friday, no wonder we are having trouble believing in the resurrection of
Easter.
I have been to, or presided at, five
funerals since Palm Sunday.
That is five funerals in three weeks.
Some of them we have been at
together.
Some of them were of friends or
colleagues.
Some of them were for relatives of
members of our congregation.
Here is something that you might not
believe but they have all been uplifting.
All of those funerals have helped my
faith.
Standing among three hundred
Lutherans or Methodists singing is an amazing thing.
Listening to sisters, sons,
daughters, or friends of the deceased tell about how that person impacted their
life, and gave of themselves for them is inspirational.
Hearing sermons from preachers about
the promises of God, about the centrality of our faith.
It has been inspiring to be a part
of.
It has made me laugh at times, and
cry.
But it has been faith filled.
I have felt in all those funerals the
power of God, the strength that our faith brings us in those times.
I am not suggesting that death is not
sad, or traumatic, because of course it is.
But in a funeral you experience how
God takes this traumatic moment of death and transforms it into a life giving
moment of faith.
You see and hear and sing in those
moments what our faith is all about death and resurrection.
Someone we loved died, but here we
are together, and we sing, laugh, and cry together.
We remember the person and God makes
something more out of it.
And this is what is so powerful about
God.
Is that God transforms our wounds,
our traumas, into something beautiful.
God doesn't get rid of the trauma.
Trauma is a part of life.
It is part of being human.
People let us down, life doesn't
always work out.
People die, love hurts.
But trauma can be transformed.
What was dead is alive.
Forgiveness is real.
We can be at a funeral and laugh
together at something that happened in life.
We can sing past death into a whole
new realm of existence.
Coming together makes that possible,
faith makes that possible.
I have always wondered why Jesus
shows up with his scars?
I would have thought that they would
have gone away.
I think this because when we talk
about heaven that is how we think of ourselves.
When I get to heaven I will get the
best version of my body.
Somewhere between 18 and 21.
I will be young and fit, I will be
without scars.
But Jesus has his scars.
He shows them to the disciples.
It is the only way they know him.
Perhaps we shouldn't be so quick to
want to do away with our scars.
Perhaps it is the scars that makes us
who we are.
It is in the trauma's of life that
God makes us who we are.
It is in the trauma's that God
transforms us.
It was in this great trauma that God
transformed the world.
When before there was only death and
sin, now there is life and love.
That is the message of the
resurrection.
Things don't have to stay one way.
Our trauma is not the end of the
story.
God can transform it so that we can
believe in the resurrection of life, the forgiveness of sins, and the company
of the saints.
Someone posted this quote, from author AnneLamott, on Facebook this week.
“You will lose someone you can’t live without,
and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never
completely get over the loss of your beloved.
But this is also the good news.
They live forever in your broken heart that
doesn’t seal back up.
And you come through.
It’s like having a broken leg that never heals
perfectly – that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance
with the limp.”
That truth speaks to what God does
with our trauma.
God transforms it into good news,
into life, into singing and laughing.
Maybe our first reaction is not to
trust.
We have good reason not to.
Our past trauma's forge in us
preconceived notions about the world and ourselves.
But faith in God helps us sing in the
midst of sadness.
Faith in God helps us celebrate a
well lived life.
Faith in God transforms our traumas
of Friday into the joy of Easter.
May you all have a week filled with
transforming your traumas into the joy of Easter.
Amen