THIS IS THE DAY THE LORD HAS MADE! LET US REJOICE AND BE GLAD IN IT!
I know some of you are visiting here today. Some of you are home from college or home from out of town to celebrate the holiday with your family. If so, welcome home.
Some of you may be visiting as a guest of a parishioner; maybe it’s your first time here. We welcome you too, and hope to see you again.
Of course most of you are regular parishioners and you’re wondering, “Didn’t he just preach last weekend?” or” We’re never going to get out of here in time to make our brunch reservation.” …………… Be not afraid……I promise to get you out of here by noon.
Then there are some of you who are here today because it’s one of the two “BIG” church days, the other one being Christmas. I know some of you are here because someone asked me before mass why we never use any flowers in church but poinsettias and lilies……. We want to especially welcome you and hope that maybe we can persuade you to come back a little more often.
Even though we all may have different reasons for being in THIS church, there’s one thing that brings us to A church. It’s this day called “Easter.” What is Easter? It’s a day for great rejoicing! THIS IS THE DAY THE LORD HAS MADE! LET US REJOICE AND BE GLAD IN IT! Say it with me, THIS IS THE DAY THE LORD HAS MADE! LET US REJOICE AND BE GLAD IN IT!
So, what is Easter? Here’s a little story I told at this very mass five years ago. If you’re a visitor, chances are you haven’t heard it before. If you’re a regular parishioner, this will be a memory test. If you remember the story, it’s a sign that you’ve been paying attention and that you have a good memory. If you don’t remember it, don’t feel bad. I didn’t remember it either until I was looking over some old homilies.
One day, during Lent, a first grade PSR teacher was teaching the kids about Easter. She asked if they knew what Easter was. A little girl in the front row raised her hand. (Little girls in the first row always raise their hands). When the teacher called on her she said, “Easter is the day when we all dress up in costumes. We go to the neighbors’ houses and they give us candy.”
The teacher said, “No, Susy, that’s Halloween. Does anyone else know what Easter is?”
Another little girl raised her hand. “Easter is when we all go down to the riverfront and there’s lots of food, and rides, and music, and when it gets dark we sit on the steps in front of the arch and they have pretty fireworks.”
“No, Mary. That’s the Fourth of July.” Does anyone else know.”
Little Johnny sat in the back row. He was a sweet little boy, but he liked to fool around in class and didn’t always pay attention. He wasn’t very successful when it came to answering questions. But, he was waving his hand frantically. He was almost jumping up and down. The teacher wasn’t sure whether he knew the answer to the question or if he had to go to the bathroom. Reluctantly, she called on Johnny.
“Teacher, Easter is when Jesus dies and they put Him in the tomb and on the third day he comes out of the tomb.” The teacher was in shock. Johnny was actually paying attention. He knew the answer. He should have stopped while he was ahead, but he went on, “ and if He sees His shadow, we have six more weeks of winter.”
It’s funny because it’s about a little boy, someone we can all identify with. But little Johnny isn’t alone. Look at today’s Gospel. Mary Magdala was the first at the tomb. She saw Jesus was gone and thought that someone had stolen His body. She went to get Peter, the Rock on whom Jesus would build His Church, and John, the Apostle that Jesus loved. Peter went in and, being Peter, he didn’t get it. Remember that just two days earlier Peter had denied he even knew Jesus. But John saw and believed.
How many modern adults really don’t know what Easter is? Like Christmas, it’s become a day about “stuff”: New clothes, candy, toys, and food. Don’t forget the food. If you were to play a word association game with a hundred random people and asked them to say the first word that popped into their heads when you said the word “Easter”, how many would answer “ham” or “lamb” or “brunch” and how many would say “Jesus” or “resurrection”? How many would say “bunny” or “eggs”? I don’t know and maybe I don’t want to know. I’m afraid I’d be disappointed at the results.
Bishop (Robert) Hermann points out in this weekend’s Saint Louis Review” that once the disciples understood what had happened, that Christ had risen from the dead, “they could not spread the good news fast enough. They became witnesses to the Resurrection to everybody who would listen. They wanted to share the good news that the Master who had spent three years teaching them is now back! The nightmare of the crucifixion was erased. The good news of the Resurrection overwhelmed them with hope!”
The bishop paints a great word picture. Remember, the Apostles had been in hiding. They were afraid that, as followers of Jesus, they were doomed to crucifixion too. They didn’t understand what was happening. Jesus was gone. One of their number had committed suicide. But when they saw what had really happened, you couldn’t shut them up! They had no fear of death because Jesus had defeated death. They had the hope of eternal life. In fact, they would all die, some of them violently, because they were preaching the Gospel of Christ. But it didn’t matter because they knew now where they were going, and there were lots more believers to take their place.
Here we are, in this little church in Jefferson Barracks,MO, 6,471 miles from Jerusalem, on a beautiful spring morning, more than 2,000 years later. In spite of all that distance, and all that time, we share the same hope of eternal life. Just like that first Easter morning, there are people today who either don’t understand, or don’t believe what happened that day, or don’t understand what it means to each and every one of us. But we do. Or I hope we do. By dying on that cross and then rising from that tomb, Jesus gave us the ultimate gift, the gift of hope. Not some phony-baloney small-h hope promised by some political candidate, but real, true Capital-H Hope for eternal life. Bishop Hermann said that the Apostles were “overwhelmed” with hope. “Overwhelmed” is a great word. We know what “over” means. Whelmed comes from Olde English and means to cover up. Overwhelmed means covered up completely; submerged; or overpowered. The Apostles were “covered up” with hope.
Like the bumper sticker says, “Stuff happens.” OK, that’s not exactly what the bumper sticker says, but you get my drift. Stuff does happen. Great stuff and stuff that’s not so great. Sometimes really terrible stuff happens. No matter what happens in this life, we’re assured of eternal bliss when God calls us home. In the mean time, Jesus is there for us, helping us endure. Whether we get sick, or lose our jobs, or lose all our physical possessions, we have hope. No matter how many things go wrong in this life, nothing compares to being beaten, then having our hands and feet nailed to a cross, then being left to hang there in the dessert sun for three hours waiting to die, especially when you’ve done nothing to deserve it. Whatever bad things happen to us, we can always know that it’s nothing compared to what Jesus did for us.
Maybe we’re not “overwhelmed with hope.” Maybe we’re overwhelmed with something else like money worries, or sickness, or any number of things that can “cover us up”. But that’s our fault, not God’s. He hasn’t changed. History hasn’t changed. Jesus’ resurrection means just as much to you and me as it did to Peter, Mary, John, and all the others. The hope that overwhelmed them is there for us, too. The more space Jesus takes up in our lives, the less space there is for anything else.
That’s why we’re gathered here today, and every Sunday, to give thanks and praise to God’s only son who did and still does so much for us. Say it with me again, “THIS IS THE DAY THE LORD HAS MADE! LET US REJOICE AND BE GLAD IN IT! “
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