Mary Magdalene and the women at the tomb on Easter morning ... The icon is a sketch for an icon of the Resurrection by the Monk Gregory Kroug, iconographer
Acts 10: 34-43; Psalm 118: 1-2; 14-24; I Corinthians 15: 1-11; John 20: 1-8
May I speak to you in the name of + the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, Amen.
How many of you find it difficult to get up early in the morning?
I used to find it difficult to get up early on two different types of mornings. There were those mornings when I was a schoolboy and I knew I hadn’t done my homework. I found it difficult not so much to wake up as to get up: to face up to my responsibilities, and to take the consequences of not meeting my own responsibilities.
And there were those mornings I found it difficult to get up because I had been allowed to stay up too late the night before. I wasn’t in trouble, but my body sure was.
But, looking back on my childhood, there were mornings when it wasn’t difficult to wake up early in the morning at all. What about you?
● Christmas morning was an easy morning to wake up early. Perhaps looking for Santa’s presents. It was exciting. There was a lot to look forward too.
● Your birthday: birthdays are always full of surprises when you’re young and full of life.
● The morning of a big football or hockey match, or a music competition you had entered: and your stomach was full of butterflies.
● There was the morning when we were starting our holidays: when I was at the beginning of an exciting time, setting off on a journey, somewhere wonderful, when I knew it was going to be exciting and I was going to have a great time.
And then there are times of sadness, times when you’ve slept uneasily because of what’s ahead:
● Being woken up in the dark, fearing what’s happening outside, or even in the house inside, those nights when you’re unable to get back to sleep, wondering and worrying about what has happened.
● Before going into hospital to have a test or an operation.
● The night before a funeral, especially the funeral of someone you love and who has been close to you.
These are sad times to remember, although years later we’re glad those doctors operated, glad to look back with fond memories on members of our family, because long after they’ve died we still love them and their love for us is still real.
In our Gospel reading this morning, we are told how Mary Magdalene was up while it was still dark, long before morning had broken. It was Passover. But her reasons for being awake while it was still dark and for rising early are not because of any holiday excitement or expectation. She couldn’t sleep the night before because someone very precious – the most important person in her life – had died.
And yet this story moves from one that begins with being one of the saddest reasons for getting up so early, to being one of the most joyful reasons for being up early in the morning.
At the beginning, it’s as though she was going through the worst of times in her life.
But then the story suddenly changes. It’s as though all her Christmases, all her birthdays and all her holidays have come together, and much, much more.
Jesus has died, died in the most awful way, late on Friday, and he was buried late on Friday evening, just as it was getting dark.
Then, Saturday was a day when no-one in the Jewish world could do anything. You couldn’t open the fridge, turn on the light, cook the dinner. The small group of people who had buried Jesus had to wait until early on Sunday morning to go and sort out things at the grave.
Well, Mary didn’t get to sort them out. Because it had been such a hurried burial, things would have been in a mess. He wouldn’t have been put in a proper shroud. His eyes wouldn’t have been set closed ... all those messy things that most of us don’t have to even think about these days, thanks to the professionalism of funeral directors.
And Mary went to the tomb, probably bringing with her spices and nice clothes, and things like that … things that remind me of the swaddling clothes that Jesus was wrapped in as a baby, and the spices the Wise Men brought to him as his first birthday presents on that first Christmas.
And when she gets to the grave, there’s a greater shock waiting for her. The stone has been rolled away, and the body is missing.
Could someone have been there before her?
So, she runs back and tells Simon Peter and John the Beloved Disciple.
Now, I have to admit, we men aren’t very good at making deductions – at looking for the whole picture. When these two men look inside the tomb, at first they take everything at face value. They see the neatly-folded linen wrappings and the head cloth in the grave.
We are told that they see and believe. But belief doesn’t lead to faith or action. Instead of looking around to see where Jesus might be, what do they do? They return to their homes.
If we had relied on what they had done after what they had seen, would we have ever realised the significance of that first Easter?
They look inside, they see an empty gave, and then they go home again.
But Mary has come back to the garden, and decides it’s worth hanging on to see what has happened. And because she waited, because she wondered, because she questioned, she was there to have first encounter with Jesus as the Risen Lord.
She now realises what it was all about. What those past three years with Jesus were all about. What Jesus was trying to say to them all the time as he preached, as he told them parables, as he healed, as he went fishing, as he had meals with them and as he fed them all.
Can you imagine her excitement? A dark night of waiting has been turned into the most glorious morning. The spices and clothes they were bringing are no longer needed. Instead, here is the most wonderful present possible. Human hate been defeated by God’s love.
She is so excited that she can’t help herself from hugging onto Jesus so tight that he has to tell her, not “Do not hold onto me,” as it is translated so often in an insipid way, but in the original Greek “Μή μου ἅπτου,” which might be better translated as “stop holding onto me,” or “stop clinging onto me.”
Oh that we would all want to cling onto the Risen Christ so tightly. Oh that we were all filled with such joy in Christ not just on Easter morning, but every morning.
Because nothing can ever be that bad any more. Because God loves ... you.
Easter means that all the fears we have in the middle of the night, all the fears you have early in the morning, are nothing compared to how God wants to take care of you, mind you, love you, to have you cling on to Christ and for Christ to cling onto you
God has rolled away all the big stones that get in the way between us and him. We only have to look for ourselves and to believe. And that’s why Easter should be better, is better, that all the Christmases and all the birthdays and all the other special treats rolled together.
And so, may all we think, say and so be to the Glory of God, + Father, Son and Holy Spirit, Amen.
Canon Patrick Comerford is Director of Spiritual Formation, the Church of Ireland Theological Institute, Dublin, and a Canon of Christ Church Cathedral, Dublin. This sermon was preached on Easter Day, 12 April 2009, in Saint Michan’s Church in the Cathedral Group of Parishes.