Rev. Eric Brown
Son of man, can these bones live? – Ezekiel 37:3
I know that Easter is supposed to be a time of great and utter joy. And it is. It’s just that when Easter comes, there can sometimes be a…let’s call it a lack of energy in the old Brown household–at least when it comes to me. After Lent and Holy Week, I’m beat. If I had my druthers, we’d name the week after Easter “Couch Week” and expect all pastors to just sit and binge watch Netflix shows or sports.
I’m only partially joking. Easter 2–Quasimodo Genti–the week after Easter is one of the most common weeks for pastors to take off. It’s weak week. It’s the week when I don’t want to do anything. And it’s a great week. In the old 1-year lectionary we get Ezekiel and the Dry Bones from Ezekiel 37:1-14. Ezekiel sees a valley full of skeletons, bleached white by the sun–the remains of a battle fought long ago. And God asks Ezekiel a simple question, “Son of man, can these bones live?”
According to all sense and reason, according to all normal expectations in the world, the answer should be no. This is beyond Bones McCoy on Star Trek saying, “He’s dead, Jim.” They are already just bones. No more skin, no more flesh. Gone. But Ezekiel doesn’t answer according to the normal expectations of the world. “O LORD God, You know.” Well God, I wouldn’t expect them to, but since You’re asking the question, there’s probably something that You know–something You plan that isn’t what the world would expect.
And God tells Ezekiel to prophesy to the bones, to speak the Word of God to them, and to declare to them that they shall live. And it’s a great narrative in Ezekiel 37: There’s zeal, there’s urgency. Go read it, but when you read it, read God’s lines in it with passion, with urgency. God’s doing something exciting here; He’s not bored with it. It’s making His day. Those bones rise.
And God promises resurrection, both now in life and also eternally. God promises to breathe life into people, to restore people, to open our graves and raise us. And the kicker: “I have spoken, and I will do it.”
It doesn’t matter if I’m weak. It doesn’t matter if I’m worn out and drained. It doesn’t even matter if I am not only dead tired but even if I am literally dead. God has spoken, and God will do it. You see, it doesn’t revolve around me and my energy; it doesn’t revolve around what you can bring to the table. God has spoken, and God does it.
The beauty of Easter isn’t just that someday God will do something cool. It isn’t just that someday things will be better. No–God is active, even when (especially when) I am weak and worn and can’t do a thing. He gives life, even when we are at our weakest and lowest and worst. Even the week after Easter. Even the week after the party, after the celebration, even the week when things are at their worst. Christ Jesus the Lord has spoken life to you. In fact, He’s washed you in it in your baptism, and fed you the Resurrection and the Life in His Supper. The world might see a weak, dried up mess; God knows what is up. He lives, and so do you. He has spoken; He will do it.
Rev. Eric Brown is pastor of Trinity Lutheran Church in Herscher, Illinois.
In the Marvel cinematic universe, Thor is a prince granted the unique vocation of “ruler of Asgard.” This authority is established outside of himself by Odin, his father, by way of the enchanted hammer, Mjolnir: “Whoever is worthy to wield the hammer, may rule Asgard.”
He descended into hell. You say it every time you say the Creed. But what do you mean when you say it? Jesus descended into hell. It’s not part of any of the Gospel narratives. Where did it come from? A couple of obscure passages are our only clue. As an aside to his proclamations of Jesus’ ascension in to heaven, St. Paul writes, “In saying, ‘He ascended,’ what does it mean but that he had also descended into the lower regions, the earth? He who descended is the one who also ascended far above all the heavens, that he might fill all things” (Ephesians 4:9-10).
“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.