Showing posts with label 1 Corinthians 15. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1 Corinthians 15. Show all posts

Sunday, April 5, 2015

Holy Week:–Sunday, the First Day of the Week-Resurrection!

“Now after the Sabbath, toward the dawn of the first day of the week, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary went to see the tomb. And behold, there was a great earthquake, for an angel of the Lord descended from heaven and came and rolled back the stone and sat on it. His appearance was like lightning, and his clothing white as snow. And for fear of him the guards trembled and became like dead men. But the angel said to the women, ‘Do not be afraid, for I know that you seek Jesus Who was crucified. He is not here, for He has risen, as He said. Come, see the place where He lay. Then go quickly and tell His disciples that He has risen from the dead, and behold, He is going before you to Galilee; there you will see Him. See, I have told you. So they departed quickly from the tomb with fear and great joy, and ran to tell His disciples. And behold, Jesus met them and said, ‘Greetings!” and they came up and took hold of His feet and worshiped Him. Then Jesus said to them, ‘Do not be afraid; go and tell my brothers to go to Galilee, and there they will see Me.” –Matthew 28:1-10 (ESV).

Not yet good light; the dawn was just breaking and shadows of darkness played about the garden tomb. Sorrow and fear walked with the two women, Mary Magdalene ‘and the other Mary,’ female disciples of Jesus, last at the tomb on Friday, first at the tomb on Sunday. They were afraid. I would have been too, going early before good day, and then being shaken by a reverberating earthquake! How strange to be greeted by such shaking and clattering of the earth. And fear overtook them again, for seated there upon the great gravestone was an extraterrestrial being whose garments glowed in the half-light like lightning. Even the strong, burly Roman guards lay on the ground, out cold, like dead men!

But when the angel spoke, for by now the women realized the person meant them only good and not harm, they listened, for his message reechoed what Jesus Himself had told them before He died: “Fear not!...He is not here, for He has risen, as He said. Come, see the place where He lay.” And with that I can imagine that the angel stepped aside, inviting Mary Magdalene and Mary to step up to the tomb and look in.

Matthew does not give these details, but accounts of the resurrection in other gospels tell us that the grave clothes lay there on the rock ledge where the body had been—as though the corpse of Jesus, now alive, had just escaped from them and left the clothes lying in the tomb. And folded, the napkin, or handkerchief, that had covered Jesus’ face was placed neatly to the side. Even this had significance. Scholars tell us that if a napkin were folded instead of being “wadded” up, it indicated that the person would be back again. This did not mean for Jesus to come back into the tomb and to death, but to the earth again! With all the excitement of the angel’s message, the women would not have had time to give more than a cursory glance into the tomb. But later, they would remember an important aspect of the neatly-folded napkin: It lay folded in readiness, a sign that the Master would be back again; He had not gone far away.

Listen, Mary Magdalene and Mary, the angel has directions for you, an important errand for you to run: “”Go quickly and tell His disciples He has risen from the dead! Tell them to go to Galilee; there He will meet them!” What joy, what delight! The Marys did not need their urns of burial ointment and spices they had so lovingly brought to embalm the body. No dead body was there to receive the embalming.

They left the garden grave, excited and exulting that they had such a message to give to the disciples! And as they rushed through the garden, behold, Jesus Himself met them and said, “Greetings!” There was no mistaking that voice! No one ever spake like Jesus speaks. They fell to His feet, worshiping Him! But He, like the angel, had a message for them to bear, “Go! Tell My disciples that I am alive. I will meet them in Galilee! Do not be afraid!”

Each of the Gospel accounts of the Resurrection is slightly different. We are not to wonder at the different approaches four different writers took to recount this most marvelous of occasions—Jesus rising from the dead! It is the central truth of the gospel story, the Word, the Lord, alive and victorious, as He had said. For my edification and amazement, I am reading each account today, allowing the Holy Spirit to teach me all facets and views of the great truths of the resurrection accounts in Matthew 28:1-10: in Mark 16:1-11; in Luke 24:1-12; and in John 20:1-18. I pray that you, dear reader, will take the time to do the same. Because Christ is victorious over death, we, too, know assuredly that death is not the end, that the soul is quickened to new life. “O grave, where is thy victory? O death, where is they sting?” (I Corinthians 15:55, KJV).

Matthew records Mary Magdalene and the other Mary meeting the angel and being greeted by the living Lord. Mark records three women, Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of James, and Salome bringing spices and hearing the news from ‘a young man dressed in a white robe.” Mark later records His appearance to Mary Magdalene. In Luke’s account, they (meaning the women mentioned being last at the tomb on Friday) came with prepared spices to find the stone rolled away and a man in dazzling apparel giving them the news of the risen Christ. Luke identifies these women as Mary Magdalene, Joanna, Mary the mother of James, and “the other women” (Luke 24:10). But when the women told the disciples, they didn’t believe. Peter himself went and saw the grave clothes as the women had said. He had to see for himself. Then he marveled at what had happened. In John’s account, Mary Magdalene went first, saw the tomb empty, and ran to tell Peter and ‘the other disciple’ (John). They rushed to the tomb, saw the grave clothes, the napkin folded neatly, and John “saw and believed” (v. 8). Peter and John returned to their homes, but Mary remained in the garden, and Christ appeared to her, calling her by name and asking her to go and tell His disciples that He was alive.

Many poems, songs and hymns, essays and books have been written about the resurrection. Myriad are the accounts of Jesus conquering death, not only that of the gospel writers, but many throughout the ages since. On Easter around the world Christians celebrate anew the glory of the cross where Jesus died and the majesty of the empty tomb where Jesus shed the bonds of death and rose victorious. Millions of voices on Easter proclaim the words of the gospel hymn written by Alfred H. Ackley (1887-1960):
“I serve a risen Savior, He’s in the world today;
I know that He is living, whatever men may say;
I see His hand of mercy, I hear His voice of cheer,
And just the time I need Him, He’s always near.
He lives! He lives, Christ Jesus lives today!
He walks with me and talks with me along life’s narrow way;
He lives! He lives! Salvation to impart!
You ask me how I know He lives: He lives within my heart!” --Ethelene Dyer Jones 04.05.2015

Sunday, March 9, 2014

Death Be Not Proud



“When the perishable puts on the imperishable, and the mortal puts on immortality, then shall come to pass the saying that is written:  ‘Death is swallowed up in victory.’  ‘O death, where is your victory?  O death, where is thy sting?’” -1 Corinthians 15:53. (ESV)

Recently several dear friends and relatives have come to the end of their lives.  Some I knew and loved over a period of years.  Others I did not know as well but knew their relatives and thus was grieved at their passing.  I think quite often of the English poet John Donne’s quotation, “Death be not proud,” when I hear of persons I love having passed.  Just within the last two weeks death came to a young lady and her husband in a plane accident; they were daughter and son-in-law of a friend of mine.  My husband’s niece died after a long sickness.  Her death reminded me again of my own husband’s death three years ago, and of what enjoyable times his niece, her husband, Grover and I had together.  Valentine’s Day came, and I always remember the death, years ago, of my own mother on that date.  I got word of a poet friend’s death, and his wife sent me copies of two beautiful poems he had penned, “Watch for Me” and “Last Request.”  Even in their beauty, Charles’s poems brought tears to my eyes.  A dear friend whom my husband and I had known and loved since we met in 1960 passed away on March 5. A cousin away out in Colorado passed away this February and left a legacy of his work and a strong, loving family.  The deaths of all of these touched me and I was filled with sympathy and feeling for their families as well as a sense of loss that, as the poet John Donne wrote:  “Any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; therefore, never send to know for whom the bell tolls’ It tolls for thee.”  But for those of us who know the Lord Christ, He walks with us “through the valley of the shadow of death,” and takes some of the sting and sorrow out of dealing with death.  “O death, where is thy victory?” Paul asked.

Paul in writing about death in 1 Corinthians wanted Christians to have a positive view of death and consider it a means of transition from this mortal life to immortality.  In his treatise on earthly bodies and resurrection bodies in 1 Corinthians 15, he emphasizes the difference in the two.  The first condition describes the earthly body, the second the resurrection body:  perishable/imperishable; exists in dishonor/raised in glory; exists in weakness/raised in power; natural/spiritual; first Adam, of the earth, earthly/last Adam, a living spirit, heavenly; image of dust/image of glorified; mortal/immortal.  We as Christians need not fear death:  “Thanks be to God who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ!” (1 Corinthians 15:56).  I share this poem with you, some thoughts I wrote on death:

Death Be Not Proud

“Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so.”  -John Donne (1571?-1631)

Be not proud, O Death.  Laud not the power
You hold to end this life, to smother breath,
To bring this earthly span its ending hour,
To boast that over all hovers dark Death.

Your call to mankind brings a way of walking
Through shadows of a valley dark and drear;
But I know a Friend whose gentle talking
Lends my journey courage, assuages fear.

Not unlike birth that brings from Mother’s womb
The newborn babe to face this life on earth,
Your summons to endure the fearsome tomb
Is but brief passage to resurrected birth.

“Grave, where thy victory?  Death, where thy sting?*
Be not proud, Death!  I’ll rise to shout and sing!

                        -Ethelene Dyer Jones
                        (Poem composed November 20, 1999)
-Devotional by Ethelene Dyer Jones for 03.09.2014.

*(reference from 1 Corinthians 15:55)