One of our
youth attending Catholic school lamented having to read a book called “The
Lives of the Saints.” Seemingly a boring book about old dead people. It would
seem to me however, that such a book is one that is still being written. When I
was in seminary I was blessed during internship to meet a saint named Julius. A
fascinating man who was the black sheep of the family because in the midst of
generations of sainted pastors, he cut loose and became a lawyer instead. I met
him in the hospital and his situation was grave. After I chatted awhile with him
and his family, they stepped out so Julius could speak to me the things he
needed to say. Thus began a series of conversations about life and death and
life eternal, reminding ourselves that God’s promises of resurrection and new
life are true. Because it’s all theory until those moments we have to try to
believe. Then sometimes we need help to live faith and say resurrection is a
word we can believe. Julius didn’t seem long for this life, but he pulled
through. Several times I visited him and Louise in their apartment crammed full
of art collected in world travels, all of Julius’ books, and tangled up walkers
and oxygen lines. Our conversations about faith and culture left me feeling I
was far richer than they were by our encounters. But then Louise became ill and
rather suddenly died. I was blessed to share in her service of resurrection
victory, but when we arrived with family at the nursing home chapel, we learned
Julius had himself taken a turn for the worse. We may in fact lose him that
very day. How hard to finish that service wondering his fate. I wondered how
hard it was for Jesus hearing of Lazarus.
In his room,
Julius was pale and weak. We cried with him as he wondered how life could go on.
And I made the sign of the cross on his head, commending him into the hands of
his Savior expecting full well the imminent outcome. Amazingly he recuperated, but
was weakened. But my last Sunday at the church, he insisted his son come and
help him get up and bring him to worship. This blessed 95 year old saint put on
a suit, held onto his walker, and came to hear God’s words and be revived. Since
then I’ve heard from Julius three times. The most recent was this past week.
The day after the hurricane came through. I’d come to the church with no power
or heat, water in the basement and alarm systems screeching, wondering how long
it would be like that and how hard it would be to recover. There at the church
office, still wet from the day before was the mail. For a moment I paused and
thought about our postal carrier Sandy and her faithful witness to be out when
most of us had packed it in. Looking through the mail, I came across a letter,
hand addressed, from Julius. In it he noted it’d been about a year since we’d
last been in touch, and that he’s been praying for our ministry. Then he went
on to say he wants to give me his father’s stole. What a blessing to be
connected not only to Saint Julius but to a saint who shaped his life. At 98
years of age, Julius is still busy saint-ing. Helping others grow in faith and be
strengthened as disciples, as those who believe in the resurrection AND in the
life. That letter revived me.
Today we gather
to praise God and to give thanks for the saints we’ve known, and the saints of
every age. To linger over names spoken and ponder their faithful witness. And it’s
perhaps a time of tears and thoughts of loss. Maybe even hard to say “I
believe” to Jesus’s words, “I am the resurrection and the life.” Surely we long for the beautiful words from
Isaiah, echoed again in Revelation- a time without tears, when a new creation
with God will come. Sometimes these words can seem like it’s just about
remembering the past and waiting for the future. But there is more. All Saints Day is about
connecting to God’s story in the lives of saints departed and living, and
helping each other try to live those words “I believe.”
Today we
hear the story of Jesus and Lazarus and Mary. Before it though was the one about
Jesus and Lazarus and Martha. Jesus learned Lazarus is ill and by the time he
arrives, Martha meets him and tells him he’s too late. It’s all passed. To
which Jesus asks-do you believe in resurrection? Martha responds with the
theory about the future. Jesus then tells her resurrection and life are real in
him. Now. He meets her and helps her say again, “I believe.” But when Jesus
encounters Mary, she responds in different way. She cries. Rather than lecture her,
Jesus cries with her and then instead of telling her about resurrection, he
does it. Telling Lazarus to get up and keep living. Jesus not only offers a
future, he restores their present. We are Marys and Marthas and Lazaruses. Sometimes we need to talk and be reminded to
believe, and sometimes we just want to cry, and sometimes we need to hear, “get
up.” Jesus is present in all these moments, through saints living and past who show
us resurrections start in this life. There will be losses and challenges, but
yet God’s desire is that we be freed, and lifted up in this life. God uses us
and fellow saints to show us this. Sometimes to help us believe, sometimes to
comfort and sometimes to encourage us to get up and keep living.
For Mary
and Martha and Lazarus, Jesus changed it all. But there would be many more
moments of joy, fear and sadness where they probably took turns telling the
story, walking together, pointing to Christ together. In their ordinary lives
telling of the extra-ordinary power of Christ and trying to believe. We too are
the very ordinary people God makes to be saints who take turns hearing and
speaking across the ages as we all try to hold onto “I believe.” We have
moments when we want to cry and when we hope to see. And moments when we need
someone to unravel what is holding us down and help us get up. The saints across
time were people with doubts, who needed to overcome sadness, who struggled. People
whose lives had really lovely parts and a lot of other bits too. They were
flawed, yet called saints and people of resurrection and life because Jesus said
so. And this is also true for us, fellow saints. This is our common bond.
This is a
place full of saints this day-as we are connected with the saints of every time
through Christ, not only for a future day but so that we can live THIS life. Julius
and I have taken turns reminding each other of this- Jesus is the resurrection-
the promise of life eternal; and Jesus is the life-the power of resurrection
starts now. And God continues to speak to, and to walk with, and to lift up to
new life all of us, as people who by God’s hand, can “saint” others, and speak
resurrection and new life together in God's story.
Let us give
thanks for all who have blessed us, and share the rich story that God’s
resurrection and life are words we can believe not only for the day when we
will join the throng around the throne, but for today as we help each other
live the words “I believe.”
2 comments:
Like what the saying goes, your being bad doesn't mean you're evil and being good doesn't mean you're a saint. Your past does not define your future, and no one really knows what it will be.
maybe we can be saints in our own little ways. just think of what good we can do to our fellow and that's a good start.
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