Rev. Eli Davis
I don’t know how many times I’ve heard from people who have had loved ones who just died that they have nothing to be sad about because their loved ones are with Jesus. They claim that dying was really a good thing, because now they’re free from all their pain and suffering and shame. It’s as though the only thing really keeping us from being with Jesus is our physical existence–as though our bodies aren’t really who we are.
It’s an idea that changes the way we look at death. Death is no longer something that divides us from God, but unites us with Him. Death is no longer an enemy, but a friend. Death is no longer evil, but good. It’s an idea that also changes the way we look at our bodies. Our body is no longer all that important. What happens to it is not the same as it happening to me. So now I can either change it any way I want, or do nothing at all with it. It’s all the same in the end. This mindset affects so many in our world. Gender doesn’t matter. Sexuality doesn’t matter. Self-mutilation doesn’t matter. Abortion doesn’t matter. Suicide doesn’t matter. No one can say a thing. Because it’s all within the realm of “my body” which, in the end, doesn’t matter at all.
This idea isn’t new. It’s old. Ancient even. We can call it by its Greek name: gnosticism. The name comes from the Greek word gnosis, which means knowledge. Gnostics believed they had the secret knowledge to the way this world worked. To put it briefly, they believed that all physical matter was the result of a spiritual mistake and that eventually everything in the physical world would be destroyed and only the spiritual would remain. Those who knew that they were spiritual would have their spiritual self live on forever, while those who lived as though their physical body were their real self would be lost forever. Gnostics eventually saw that some parts of Christianity appeared to line up with this view–at least, if you discarded the parts that didn’t. That picking and choosing still goes on today.
However, this idea that the body isn’t really worth anything is the opposite of what God says about it. God created humanity physically and called it very good (Genesis 1:31). God gives us His Law to protect both our bodies and the bodies of our neighbors (Exodus 20:1ff). He thinks enough of our bodies to take on that flesh Himself (John 1:14, Romans 1:3). And our great hope is not that our spirits alone remain with Jesus, for even those who are there groan, “How long, O Lord?” (Revelation 6:10) Our great hope is in the resurrection–the same resurrection we celebrate on Easter; the same resurrection we are baptized into; the same resurrection that comes on the last day. It is then when our bodies and souls are put back together again and where we are made alive again. Your resurrection is what Jesus died for, which means your body matters to Christ.
You matter, both body and soul. Together, these things make you one. And to take them apart is death. You matter, in the flesh. You matter enough that Jesus gave up everything to pull you out of the grave. Your body is you, and it is a gift from God. Therefore, gender matters. Sexuality matters. Self-harm matters. Abortion matters. Suicide matters. Death matters. And these all matter enough for Christ to have done something about them all. By being born in Bethlehem for you. By dying on that cross for you. By rising from that grave on the third day for you–not just spiritually, but physically, in the flesh, all for you.
Jesus Christ cares for you, both body and soul. He cares enough to overcome sin and death, so that you may live and have your body and soul back together again. There’s a prayer we pray at funerals–a prayer no Gnostic would ever pray–but it’s important for us to hear. May God the Father who created your body, may God the Son who by His blood redeemed your body, may God the Holy Spirit, who by holy baptism sanctified your body to be His temple keep you to the day of the resurrection of all flesh. Amen.
Pastor Eli Davis serves at St. Paul’s Lutheran Church, Grants Pass, Oregon.
“It is finished.” These are some of the most profound words in the entirety of Scripture. They are also some of the most difficult to believe. They are the words our sinful flesh hates above all others. The cry of the sinful flesh is, “Finished? It’s not finished until I say it is finished!” My grudge against my neighbor: How dare You say it is finished!
Maundy Thursday is a very Lutheran day; it’s all about the gifts of Christ given to you through Word and Sacrament. In the Old Testament lesson (Exodus 12), we hear of the Passover of the Israelites in Egypt. “Now the blood shall be a sign for you on the houses where you are. And when I see the blood, I will pass over you; and the plague shall not be on you to destroy you when I strike the Land of Egypt” (12:13). In the Epistle (1 Cor. 11), we receive the Words of Institution as delivered by Paul. We get to the “Maundy” (from “mandate,” “command”) of Maundy Thursday in the Gospel lesson (John 13). After Christ washes the disciples’ feet, He gives them the “new command” to love one another.
Insofar as we are still sinful human beings living in our flesh, we have a love/hate relationship with sin. On the one hand, we can love the tar out of our own pet sins. On the other, man, we hate it and get indignant when someone sins against us. We will rant and rave, complain, hate, gossip, tear down over the slightest little thing–drama at the drop of a hat as soon as someone displeases us.
Even though the Lent season is well upon us, we may mark it in several ways. Some of us may have marked the start of Lent with Ash Wednesday and the imposition of ashes on our foreheads. Some might have “given up” something for lent, or some might have decided to more earnestly devote themselves to reading of the scriptures. I, for one, have never been too good at either of those things. One year I tried to give up favorite indulgence: Golden Oreo Double stuff cookies. I was mostly successful, but several weeks into Lent, I slipped up. I unconsciously grabbed some cookies and started to eat one. I realized what I had done about one chew into the first cookie. I put the rest back into the package and spit out the one in my mouth into the trash.
I was going to start this by saying, “I’ll let you in on a little secret.” But, it’s not a secret. Well, it shouldn’t be, but we treat it like it is, covering it up, not wanting to tell people about it, being bashful and embarrassed about it. We shouldn’t, but we do. Well, here it goes: You don’t have to impress anyone.
Okay, so for one thing, I didn’t think life was going to get so complex so quickly. Another thing no one warned me about (or maybe I just didn’t listen) was that this adult responsibility thing was going to happen so abruptly. But, the moving sidewalk that seemingly was set to “fast-forward” started as soon as my senior year started, and it hasn’t let up since.
Lent provides an opportunity to talk about ashes, death, guilt, forgiveness, sin, baptism, and Christ. Log onto any social media site now and there is an abundance of blogs and posts discussing the purpose of this season in the Church Year. Lent brings to remembrance the reason the Word became incarnate. It also provides a special time to focus on repentance.