Friday, March 30, 2018

No Trivial Matter



“For I delivered to you as of first importance what I also received,
that Christ died for our sins according to the scriptures,
and that He was buried,
and that He was raised on the third day
according to the scriptures.” (1 Corinthians 15:3,4)

A few words from 1 Corinthians 15:4 have often arrested me in my contemplation about Jesus’ death and resurrection.  Paul inserts the short phrase:  and that He was buried…”  These words are as important as “…that Christ died for our sins…” and “…that He was raised on the third day…”  For those who have questioned whether Jesus actually died, these words should pretty well clarify any misunderstanding. 

Jesus was buried.  We do not bury people who are still alive. All four gospels relate the account of Jesus’ burial.  Nicodemus and Joseph of Arimithea took Jesus’ body down from the cross, embalmed Him with a mixture of myrrh and aloes, and bound His body in linen wrappings, as is the burial custom of the Jews. (John 19:38-40).  These two men were willing to defile themselves, by touching a dead body, which meant they would not be able to even celebrate the Passover. And they laid Jesus in a nearby tomb (John 19: 42).  These are not incidental details.  Amongst many reasons why Jesus’ burial is included in the gospels, I remain caught up with the imagery that burial brings to mind- the reality of someone’s death. 

If He had not been buried, His body would have been thrown into Gehenna, the Valley of the Sons of Hinnom; the place where they heaved common criminals’ bodies, over the edge, down into the valley and burned along with the garbage from the city of Jerusalem.  If He had not been buried, then why bother setting a Roman guard at His tomb, and setting a seal on the stone, as requested by the chief priests and the Pharisees (Matthew 27:62-66)?  They were afraid Jesus’ disciples would come and steal His body.  Apparently, these religious leaders were certain that Jesus was dead.  If He had not been buried, then why would some of the women have gone to watch Joseph & Nicodemus? “Now the women who had come with Him out of Galilee followed after, and saw the tomb and how His body was laid” (Luke 23:55).

Perhaps most telling of all are Jesus’ words, a few days before the Passover; a few days before His crucifixion.  He was in Bethany at Simon the leper’s house, and a woman poured a vial of pure nard over His head.  Some at the table were indignant, remarking to one another that the ointment should have been sold and the money given to the poor.  Jesus replied: “She has done what she could; she has anointed my body beforehand for the burial(Mark 14:8).  Who talks like this, unless they know their burial is looming; their death is imminent?

Jesus’ burial is no trivial matter.  It is the confirmation of His actual, real, death; a death that had been  prophesied thousands of years beforehand.  And it sets the stage for the most climatic event in all of history- His resurrection. 

One more glorious thought, found in Romans 6:4, “Therefore we have been buried with Him through baptism into death, in order that as Christ was raised from the dead through the glory of the Father, so we too might walk in newness of life,” and in Colossians 2:12, “having been buried with Him in baptism… 

Baptism is a picture of our sins being buried with Christ.  It is no trivial matter.  And we have risen to a new way of life.  Oh my, it doesn’t get any sweeter than that. 

Happy Easter

Monday, March 19, 2018

Spa Day



Mom was pampered during Spa Day.  She and her peers had facials, foot massages and manicures; fancy drinks and fancy sandwiches; they were spoiled rotten for a day.  I visited with her later on and she was glowing.  Hearing her laughter and clear speech brought tears to my eyes; happy tears.  She was so animated; so articulate.  She asked how I was feeling and then mentioned Angel-Kitty, whom she never speaks of unless I bring up our cat's antics.  While I understand that there is no point in trying to recapture the way Mom was, it is lovely when her sweet, funny self shows up, with the reminder that she never actually left herself behind; there are just some pathways in her mind that have put her on a new journey.

And part of this new journey has meant that, for some time now, I have advocated for her to move into Special Care; an area of The Home more suited to those who are living with Dementia.  It is not clear that she is aware of the change, especially since she had been a “Day Visitor” on a number of occasions.  What is clear is that she is settling in well, for which I am very thankful. 

Facing the blank walls in her new room, I realized I was about to recreate her past, but it came to me with palpable emotions: Mom’s present days are just as valuable.  As I hung some of her oil paintings and precious photographs of family, I found myself singing: “Jesus Loves me, This I Know.”  The words re-formed in mind: “Jesus loves Mom, this I know.” 

Now, if I could just wheedle my way into the next Spa Day, that would be awesome.  I even have a name picked out: “Beautiful Mothers-Beautiful Daughters.”