Easter Sermon

Today, we’re going to take a closer look at the disciples and their journey with Jesus. They, like us, had to move through many seasons – whether despair or elation, destiny or discouragement – they continued through as they watched the plans of God unveil in their lives. This all started with them being chosen by Jesus to be His disciples…

1. Chosen

I remember growing up and waiting to be picked in gym class. Some of you have fond memories of those days, being the first one that would be picked and running over to the side of your team and having them rejoice at the fact that you were there and that just your simple presence was ensuring your team the victory. And then there are the high fives and the chest bumps and the jeering of the other team who just wasn’t lucky enough to get you… OK, I’m not bitter. I’m just stirring up some repressed memories.

But, maybe you were on the other end of the spectrum. You were that kid who would stand behind that really tall girl and just give into the fact that the reason you weren’t picked first was because they couldn’t see you. Yes, that is what it is. They couldn’t see you. And then the girl is picked. And you are left standing there – exposed. Finally, everyone is picked except you and Willard – you know, the kid who eats his boogers for lunch. And the person picking teams is looking to you and then over to Willard and then back to you and then back over to Willard and you’re thinking to yourself – NO! PICK ME! PICK ME! And then you hear the words come out of this mouth. They come forward so slow. “I guess we’ll take… Willard”. The other team relents and takes you on their team and you feel like you just became the anchor that was taking this ship down.

That feeling of being looked over… that feeling of being forgotten… that feeling of being chosen last. It brings strong emotions. This was an emotion that the disciples had all felt. You see, in Jewish culture, there were two roads that you would go down as a young boy. The first was the hope of every parent in Jewish culture. It was the road of being chosen by the rabbi. The rabbi would pick certain young men who would come under their tutelage. These boys would follow the rabbi from town to town and learn from the rabbi and possibly, became a rabbi themselves one day who would then take people under their wings and teach them the way. This was the first road… the first path.

The other road was learning your father’s business and taking over the family trade. Whether it was carpentry or fishing, you would learn everything that you needed to know from your father and your father would assure that you had a firm understanding, grasp and ability to make the business your own. It is into this world that we find those first disciples who were called to follow Jesus.

It happened early on in the Gospels where Jesus is teaching by the sea and he calls his first disciples – who just happened to be fishermen. Fishermen who were working with their father. Fishermen who had been overlooked. Fishermen who were now hearing the call of the rabbi saying – ‘Come, follow me.’

I’ve heard people say, ‘How could they just leave their father there holding the nets?’ ‘How could they just leave the family business like that?’ On the other hand, ‘How could they not?’

For them, this was the chance of a lifetime. This was a golden opportunity and they had to take it. And for the father, I believe that there was no greater compliment to a dad then to have their son chosen to walk with a rabbi - especially a rabbi who had the following of Jesus. At the time that Jesus calls these first disciples to himself, the Bible tells us that He was teaching and that there were so many people there that Jesus had to use a boat as a pulpit just so he wouldn’t be crowded out. This was a rabbi who had an incredible amount of influence and one who was choosing these disciples to follow him.

So, these disciples followed Jesus and spent time with Jesus. They saw the miraculous. They saw the lame walk. They saw the blind see. They saw Him walk on water. They heard his teachings. They saw His faith. They saw His prayer life and reliance on His Father.

These disciples had an idea of what they were part of. A telling example is when Jesus looks at Peter and says, ‘Who do you say I am?’ And he replies, ‘You are the Christ. The Son of the Living God.’ Essentially, Peter is saying ‘You are the Messiah that we’ve been waiting for!’

Messiah, to a NT Jew, meant the fulfillment of what they and their parents and their grandparents and their great grandparents had been waiting for… stories past on from generation to generation of one who was going to come to make everything right… one who would make sense of this life. Now, in front of them, this one stood. And this one… this Messiah… was calling them to follow Him.

From this incredible feeling of elation and joy, came a sense of loss like no other…

2. Loss
Many of us know the story of Jesus and what happened on Good Friday. Whether it was the stories that we were told in Sunday School or the graphic rendition put together by Mel Gibson in the ‘Passion of the Christ’, we have some knowledge of what happened to Jesus.

I still remember when the depth of the loss became real to me. I was eighteen or nineteen and I was invited to this Christmas Cantada. Now, I wasn’t sure what a cantada was – and I’m still not too sure – but I found out that it was a play and a musical… at least this one was. Now, the church that I was in at this time was huge. It could sit a thousand pretty easily and I was in the last row. I was this little hoodlum, with my Duke starter jacket on who was there simply because it was Christmas and I was trying to make m parents happy. So I sat there, reluctantly, and watched.

Now Jesus comes in. I’ll never forget it. The ambiance was perfect. The music was joyous. The lights were bright white. The people were swinging around these palm branches and singing out ‘Hosanna! Hosanna!’ I can’t tell you why – maybe it was the lights or the music or the atmosphere, but I was caught up in this moment. I was into it. And then I saw Jesus. Jesus was riding up on a donkey. The people were singing to Him. The music was for Him. The praises were to Him. The lights were bright and on Him and there was a happy feeling in my gut and a smile began to infect my face – which wasn’t a common occurrence. And then everything changed.

The music went dark and the lights went red. The palms that were being held by the masses were dropped in heaps and replaced with fists which were pumping in the air. The beautiful lyrics which were being sung only moments earlier transformed into chants of ‘Crucify Him!’ ‘Crucify Him!’ The people, the same people who had just been praising him, grabbed him and threw him to the soldiers who stood by. They began whipping Jesus and beating Him with their fists and with the kicks. They then put Him on a cross and nailed Him there - hands first and then His feet. The music stopped. The movement stopped. The voices dissipated. Jesus was lifted up on the cross for all to see.

It was there, at that moment, that I got it – it made sense. I’ll never forget lifting the collars of my coat and covering my eyes because the tears began to fall, one after another. They took Him down and placed Him in a tomb. I felt the loss at that moment - the loss for me. The confusion – why did they do that? The pain – how could they do that? The hopelessness – now what am I to do?

It was there, at the foot of the cross and the base of the tomb, where we see the disciples questioning everything that they knew – everything that they believed. ‘It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.’ – you can hear one saying. ‘He was supposed to lead us in an uprising and we were supposed to win this battle’ – you could hear another. But instead they stood there in loss. Being brought from a place of hope and worth, only 3 years prior, and then taken to the depth of despair.


3. Redemption

It is in the midst of this despair that we see the redemption story becoming clear. It is in the story that highlights a woman and her trip to the tomb. This woman sees that the tomb is there, but that the stone which sealed it shut had been removed. Her immediate response is terror. ‘How could they take him? How could they steal him? Who would do such a terrible thing?’ She gets to the door, afraid to look in… afraid of what she might find. She looks and to her chagrin… it’s an empty tomb.
The disciple Luke tells us that as they are looking in bewilderment, two men in clothes that gleamed like lightning stood beside them. They spoke. ‘Why do you look for the living among the dead? He is not here; he has risen!’

After this, we see moment after moment from the famous walk on the road to Emmaus to his appearance before the disciples, from his meeting with doubting Thomas to his ascension into heaven. There is a redeeming quality that takes place… a bringing back into focus.

I remember going to get glasses when I was young. The doctor would look at me and tell me to sit behind a machine. It looked like a magical contraption. I’d rest my chin on a smooth, shiny plate and lean my forehead into the padding. Everything I saw was blurry. I was looking through lenses, but the lenses offered me no hope to see. And then, one by one, the doctor would put a lens down and then put it up again. “Which is better?” He would say, “Lens one or two”. Again and again he’d do this until my vision was perfect – crystal clear.

I imagine that this would’ve been like the experience that the disciples were having on that morning. Foggy. Blurry. Confusing. Their reality made no sense. And then, the report of the tomb being empty. Lens one or lens two. And then, the road to Emmaus takes place and the testimony of Jesus’ resurrection comes again. ‘Lens one or lens two.’ Then, the upper room. He shows them His hands and His feet and the wounds which were there. Lens one or lens two. He sees Thomas and says, ‘Thomas, put your finger here. Thomas, take your hand and put it into my side. Stop doubting and believe.’ Lens one or lens two. And finally, Jesus, giving the Great Commission, goes to take His place at the right hand of the Father in heaven. Lens one or lens two. We see the disciples saying, “Yes! I see! This makes sense! I understand now! I get it!” And at that moment, the disciples are redeemed or brought back into the full understanding of the message of Jesus.

4. Purpose
And it was in that moment, that moment of understanding and clarity, that Jesus says this, “You have purpose! There is a reason for your existence! It is not by chance that you are here.”

Let that be the message of Easter. Let it be a message that God is in the business of taking broken hearts and broken dreams and thoughts that we messed up too much and our regrets and our pains and all those things which bring us down or cause despair in our hearts. That He can take all of this and say, “No. We’re not done yet. Yes, it’s been hard. Yes, it’s been tough. Yes, I know that there is pain. But the message of Easter is this… ‘We’re not done yet. We’re not finished. In fact, we’re just beginning. We’re just getting started.’

Listen, if you are here today and that made sense to you, then receive it. God is not done with you. You haven’t strayed too far. You haven’t messed up too much. You haven’t hurt Him too bad. His arms are open wide and He’s saying to you, ‘Come!’

The message of Christ is simple… ‘Come to me all you who are heavy laden and I will give you rest.’ He doesn’t say, ‘Fix it yourself. Get your life together and then come see me and watch what I’ll do.’ He says, ‘Come as you are and then, and only then, can we walk this thing called life together. Arm in arm. Hand in Hand. Together.

Maybe today, you want to take that step into relationship with Jesus. Let’s pray today for that …