Sunday, April 19, 2015

What is truth? - A Sermon for Easter 3B



As with last week’s recollection of resurrection events, the disciples are confronted with an appearance of Jesus, who appears in their midst and says, “Peace be with you.”  Once again we hear assurances to not be afraid, and to not doubt – look at Jesus’ hands and feet – touch the wounds if you want to. The addition to Luke’s version of the account is that Jesus asks for food; the disciples offer him left-over fish and Jesus eats it.  The point is that Jesus has been resurrected in body; Jesus is not a ghost.  Unlike John’s telling of the story, where Jesus appears in their midst of the disciples, although, the doors were locked – so as to make one think that Jesus is some form of Spirit – that is until Thomas was invited to touch the wounds.
The recollection previous to the one read from Luke this morning, has two disciples on the road walking with a stranger and telling him of the happenings of the past few days – about Jesus’ death and then his disappearance from the grave.  They do not recognize that this stranger is the Christ until the stranger breaks bread with them.  So Jesus doesn’t look like Jesus. 
In the Gospel of John, Mary mistakes Jesus for the gardener, his voice gives him away –but, she is not to touch him as his body is not like a human body.
On Easter Sunday, Mark’s telling of the resurrection simply said that the tomb was empty and Jesus’ was going ahead of them to meet them in Galilee – Mark doesn’t tell us if this happens.
The discrepancies in the recollection of resurrection events has me think back to the beginning of the saga.  On Good Friday we heard Pilate ask, in a line that almost seems out of place at that point, “What is truth?”
What is the truth of the resurrection?

“A man who tells secrets or stories must think of who is hearing or reading, for a story has as many versions as it has readers. Everyone takes what he wants or can from it and thus changes it to his measure. Some pick out parts and reject the rest, some strain the story through their mesh of prejudice, some paint it with their own delight. A story must have some points of contact with the reader to make him feel at home in it. Only then can he accept wonders.”


Last Sunday for the Kids Corner, I brought a carton of coloured Easter eggs. Inside each egg was an item that was connected to the story of Jesus’ death and resurrection. As children opened the eggs, they were invited to tell a story about Jesus and the item in the egg.  For those who were here, you will recollect that the first egg held a small thin strip of leather. The congregation was told a fantastic story about a cow in a stable.  The cow ended up in Jerusalem.  It is here that Jesus sees the cow.  Jesus goes up to the cow and says, “Cow, you, are a good cow.”
This was the best resurrection story I heard last Sunday! Some of you may dismiss the story as a few lines of fabricated nonsense from a child; but, consider the truth within the tale.
The simple story, spoken in a captivating way, pointed to relationship – Jesus’ relationship with animals; Creator and creation; “reading between the lines” there was a sense of compassion, love, and belonging.  Jesus understood what the cow needed to hear.
What else would Jesus say to a cow…and if Jesus so loved a cow, how much more does Jesus care for you, me?
The story illustrated the resurrected essence of Jesus.  The story was perhaps based on experience or maybe words taken to heart from stories heard in a place such as this.

“You may tell a tale that takes up residence in someone's soul, becomes their blood and self and purpose. That tale will move them and drive them and who knows that they might do because of it, because of your words. That is your role, your gift.”



Searching for the historical Jesus has been a project of academics for the past forty years. In the 1970s, a guy by the name of Robert Funk convened a group of scholars in what by the 1980s was called the Jesus Seminar, to determine how much of the historical Jesus could be known.  The group decided through discussion and a complex voting mechanism that only about 20% of what Jesus said in the Gospels could actually be attributed to Jesus.  The Jesus Seminar was followed by others seeking the historical Jesus; public debates were held across North America, with academics lining up along the spectrum from the stand that there was little to no evidence to prove Jesus existed, to others holding to a long list of facts supporting the historicity of Jesus, including the resurrection event.
People from all walks of life also began to place themselves into different camps.  Some believe that the resurrection of Jesus happened exactly the way the Bible says – a literal interpretation of the resurrection of the body.  Then there are others who believe that resurrection was a spiritual resurrection.  Others hold a combination of both ideas, where theology and philosophy weave the pieces together.  Others use a good dose of mystery to allow for continued change in understanding and chance for surprise by the Christ.
Truth varies depending on who recollects the resurrection story.
There are congregations that like to think, or at least present to the world, that all people in their pews are of one mind, one heart, and most importantly one understanding. Some congregations can say this, perhaps, but, we certainly cannot.
The beauty of this place – of Resurrection – is that we come with as many varied stories and understandings as people sitting here.  This community is like that of the Gospel writers who reflected in their multiple recollections of resurrection events, the diversity of what resurrection means.  Why does truth have to be either/or? Not both/and….? Every tidbit of story - including that of Jesus speaking to the cow, contributes to a fuller picture of the resurrected Christ.
This congregation has embraced a diversity of truth and is comfortable allowing members to think for themselves and experience resurrection in their own time.  Our rules of engagement and community include being open to sitting side-by-side with someone who might articulate the truth in an entirely different way from our own understanding.  In today’s world, this is a pretty amazing feet.
Resurrection and truth – determined in this manner – serves us well as we then learn to hone skills:
the ability to juggle ideas and to be flexible, keeping open to the potential for surprise, accepting and anticipating the challenge of new understanding, articulating  transforming theology; and living in a constant movement from this boundary – where we are now-  to the next resurrection occurrence.

Marcus Borg on his blog wrote:  The central meaning of Easter is not about whether something happened to the corpse of Jesus. Its central meanings are that Jesus continues to be known and that he is Lord. The tomb couldn’t hold him. He’s loose in the world. He’s still here. He’s still recruiting for the kingdom of God.”

This is truth:  Jesus continues to be known and he is Lord. The tomb couldn’t hold him. Jesus is loose in the world. Jesus is still here.  Jesus is recruiting for the kingdom of God.  No matter how we interpret or understand this, no matter how this truth is articulated… This is Good News!
Resurrection is known, is bigger than ourselves, it cannot be contained; resurrection has energy, it is alive and moving, it is present and moves into the future; it has the potential to make all things new.
This is a truth I am wish to live in and share in community. This a truth for which I am willing to lay down my life.  This is a truth that will hold me should all else fail.
…and although I might understand it differently than you, I am honoured to be in this community where each of you challenges, changes, and adds to resurrection truth within me- making a picture that is closer to wholeness. …together we can say in the fullness of truth, “We believe in the resurrection of the body and life everlasting.” Amen.

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