Sunday, April 28, 2019

The Missing Disciples


The Church of St. Paul & Incarnation, Jersey City NJ
April 28, 2019

Year C: The Second Sunday of Easter
Acts 5:27-32
Psalm 118:14-29
Revelation 1:4-8
John 20:19-31

The Missing Disciples
            Alleluia! Christ is risen!
            The Lord is risen indeed! Alleluia!
            Even someone like me who often sees the glass has half-empty – even I have to admit that last week was a pretty amazing time for us here at St. Paul and Incarnation.
            In their own way, each of our Holy Week services was beautiful – and this year our Good Friday Stations of the Cross Procession through the streets of Jersey City was particularly moving and powerful.
            And then it was Easter and all three of our Easter services, again each in its own way, was joyful but for me and I think for many of us the highlight was the baptism at 10:00 of our newest disciple, little Jack – who calmly took it all in with those big eyes of his, watching us and watching his new life begin.
            Yes, my friends, it was Easter!
            Alleluia! Christ is risen!
            The Lord is risen indeed! Alleluia!
            But, by now, out in the world, most, if not all, of the Easter chocolate has been eaten and most, if not all, of the Easter eggs have been made into egg salad sandwiches – so much egg salad that maybe our cholesterol is spiking, maybe we never want to see egg salad again – by now, the fancy hats and outfits have been carefully stored away – by now, the lilies have started to wilt - by now, the world has moved onto whatever the next thing is.
            But, not here.
            Here, we’re just getting started.
            Our Easter joy will continue through the great feast of Pentecost on June 9, and, God willing, longer even that that.
            It’s still Easter for us – and, in today’s gospel lesson, it’s still Easter for the first disciples of Jesus – or, actually, at the start of today’s reading it’s not quite Easter for them just yet.
            Earlier on that first Easter day, Mary Magdalene had discovered the empty tomb and had quickly run to tell the others and Peter and the Beloved Disciple had run to the tomb and, sure enough, discovered it empty and then, no use at all, they left, leaving Mary Magdalene alone to discover by herself the Good News – the best news of all:
            Alleluia! Christ is risen!
            The Lord is risen indeed! Alleluia!
            Mary then follows Jesus’ instruction to go tell the others, but as of yet they haven’t seen Jesus for themselves and so we pick up in the evening of that first Easter Day – the running around has stopped and the frightened disciples are hiding behind locked doors.
The Evangelist John says that the disciples were afraid of “the Jews.”
We can’t just slide by that because we are living in a time when anti-Semitism is on the rise, as we saw most painfully yesterday when another armed-to-the-teeth man opened fire in a synagogue, this time in California, on the last day of Passover, killing one congregant and injuring several others, including the rabbi.
So, especially in this time of hatred and violence, we need to clarify that the disciples were not scared of “the Jews” – all of the disciples were Jews, remember - but they were understandably terrified that the religious authorities and the Romans who had finished off Jesus were coming for them next.
            But, then…the disciples see for themselves.
            The Risen Lord appears – he’s transformed, somehow able to slip through locked doors – but he’s still himself – he still has the fresh wounds of his suffering and death.
            Love is stronger than death!
            Alleluia! Christ is risen!
            The Lord is risen indeed! Alleluia!     
            But, of course, not all of the disciples were there in the locked room that first Easter night, most notably Thomas.
            Thomas will be forever associated with doubt – the doubt we heard him express today – the doubt which I always point out is more about doubting the word of the disciples – he’s seen these guys at their worst, remember - than it is about doubting Jesus.
            But, I’d like to back up to before the doubt, back up to the fact that Thomas was not with the others that night – that Thomas was a missing disciple.
            And, I always wonder why.
Why wasn’t Thomas there with the others that night?
            Why was he a missing disciple?
            There might be some kind of boring explanation, like he was off running an errand, or maybe he was spending the night with his own family, or maybe he was too frightened to be with the others – though the little we know about him tells us that he was brave.
            But, as I imagine it, I see Thomas off by himself somewhere – angry at God for allowing Jesus to suffer so terribly – angry and ashamed at himself for abandoning Jesus in his greatest moment of need, abandoning Jesus just like nearly everybody else.
            I see Thomas off by himself somewhere, so angry, so disappointed, so sad, that it had all – all of the hope and expectation – that it had all come to the horror of the cross and the tomb.
            You know, thinking of Thomas the missing disciple got me thinking about our own missing disciples.
            There were a lot of people in church last week – but there were also a lot of people – a lot of our own disciples - who were not here.
            Some were away on vacation or visiting with family who live out of town, and that’s great, of course.
            But, there were others who were enduring what I imagine Thomas experienced – there were those who were still at the cross or at the tomb – those who were just feeling too crushed by the sadness and disappointment of life – those who couldn’t quite face the flowers and the music and the beautiful baby and all of the alleluias – those who had not yet heard, really heard, the Good News – the best news ever.
            Thomas is not the only missing disciple.
            My favorite part of today’s gospel lesson is that in the midst of their great joy, the disciples didn’t forget about Thomas.
            They tell him – they probably couldn’t wait to tell him – the Good News.
            And, of course, he doesn’t believe them – yes, he doubts – but there must have been something in their faces and their voices that convinced him to rejoin the group – to be there with the other disciples, just in case the best news ever was really true.
            And, the efforts of the disciples and the willingness of Thomas pays off the following week when Jesus returns, wounds and all – and Thomas doesn’t need to touch those wounds after all – but instead he says more than he probably understood:
            “My Lord and My God!”
            Alleluia! Christ is risen!
            The Lord is risen indeed! Alleluia!
            It’s still Easter for the disciples and it’s still Easter for us – and it’s going to keep on being Easter for a long time – but there are still quite a few missing disciples and so, like the disciples seeking out Thomas, let’s not wait to tell them the Good News, the best news of all time.
            And, with God’s help, maybe there will be something in our faces and in voices that will convince the missing disciples of today that…
            Alleluia! Christ is risen!
            The Lord is risen indeed! Alleluia!
            Amen.