Thoughts from Pastor Miller
Dear Members and Friends of Holy Trinity,
Dear Members and Friends of Holy Trinity,
Pastor Wilbert Miller’s Sermon
“Jesus Comes to Thomas, Amelia Rose, and Us”
John 20: 19-31
April 23, 2017 (2nd Sunday of Easter)
Thomas is often called “Doubting Thomas.” Unfortunately, claiming that Thomas doubted Jesus’ resurrection appearance to the disciples probably plays a bit fast and loose with the whole truth about him.
Thomas was absent the evening of the resurrection when Jesus appeared to the other ten. It is easy to ridicule him for saying, “Unless I see in his hands the print of the nails, and place my finger in the mark of the nails, and place my hand in his side, I will not believe”—easy to ridicule Thomas but hardly fair. Thomas didn’t so much doubt as demand proof that Jesus had actually appeared to the disciples. Is someone so terrible just because they want proof of what is impossible to believe?
It is easy to forget the whole story about Thomas. Thomas was the one who said of Jesus, “Let us also go, that we may die with him.” That was a whiff of courage on Thomas’ part as Jesus drew dangerously close to Jerusalem where he would soon die.
Thomas also asked the tough questions when others felt too shy or too silly to do so. When Jesus was with the disciples at the Last Supper, he spoke to them about going to his Father’s house. Thomas was courageous enough to ask the question on everyone’s mind: “Lord, we do not know where you are going; how can we know the way?” Yet again, Thomas demonstrated honesty not doubt. He wanted to know what in the world was up.
While we know the nickname, “Doubting Thomas,” we probably are not as familiar with his other moniker, “The Twin.” The Bible gives no indication who Thomas’ twin was but I like Frederick Buechner’s suggestion: “If you want to know who the other twin is, I can tell you. I am the other twin, and unless I miss my guess, so are you.”
Aren’t we all Thomas’ twin: we soar to courageous heights and then promptly plummet to cowardly lows.
Many of us find it easy to criticize folks like Thomas. We have the time of our lives at parties mimicking their quirks and mocking their shortcomings. Everyone slaps their knees in riotous laughter at our hilarious barbs. But, Jesus never joins our catty conversations. He always removes himself from such sarcastic goings-on; he is always so understanding of those who come up short of our so-called “exacting standards.”
Jesus could have easily lambasted every, single disciple. They repeatedly demonstrated failure of nerve and revealed all manner of double-dealing behavior. Jesus could have hollered, “Shame on you all.” But on that first Easter evening, when Thomas was absent, Jesus came and stood among the ten disciples and said, “Peace be with you. As the Father has sent me, even so I send you.” Remarkable when you think about it: not a single word of rebuke.
Eight days later, Thomas was in the house. The doors were shut and, somehow, again, Jesus made it through and stood among them. And, once again, Jesus said, “Peace be with you,” and once again, there was no ferocious scolding. The disciples watched closely to see how Jesus would respond to Thomas’ demand to see his wounds before he believed. Astonishingly, Jesus was the essence of grace; he drew so close to Thomas and lovingly said to him, “Put your finger here, and see my hands; and put out your hand, and place it in my side…”
Jesus, of course, had already died on the cross, already forgiven each of them with arms outstretched. Now, yet again, he showered them with love. There was no need to say, “Shame on you!”
There is another interesting detail in this story. Though he was risen, Jesus still had wounds in his hands and his side. I can’t figure out why Jesus still had the crucifixion wounds—he was risen after all—but let me take a guess.
We bear our wounds and imperfections, too, and you have noticed, I’m sure, we still are called the body of Christ. Why doesn’t God call perfect people to do ministry in this world? Why not brilliant people who can offer perfect answers to the most difficult questions of life? Why not people who never stumble? Why does God call us with all our failures and crashes?
In a few moments, we will baptize Amelia Rose von Bargen. Now, admittedly, from her parents and grandparents’ vantage point, she is a tiny bundle of perfection. But, come on mom and dad, grandma and grandpa, we know better. Little Amelia Rose had barely entered this world before she screamed up a storm. “Drop everything and feed me,” she shrieked the best she was able. God did not say, “Shame on you, Amelia Rose, for demanding such special attention.” Instead, God brings her, this morning, to the center of the universe; with the words “I baptize you in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit,” she becomes Jesus’ precious sister and ours as well. We have no idea why God does this except for love’s sake.
I have a hunch Amelia Rose will be much like Thomas. Who knows whether she will scream or laugh or be quiet and mellow as the baptismal water is poured over her head in a few moments? As she grows older, I’ll bet she will have moments that will delight mom and dad and others that will exasperate them. Whatever happens, all the while, you must remember, she is a treasured child of God.
I have no idea why Jesus still bore the wounds after he rose from the dead. I wish everything had been perfect, don’t you? Maybe it was. Maybe Jesus was showing us that he could bear our sorrows, disappointments, and failures even when we shout bloody murder because the world does not revolve around us.
Jesus is here today, yet again, this time with us, wounds and all, in the water spilled over Amelia Rose and in the meal of bread and wine.
We will not hear a single, “Shame on you.” Instead, Jesus will say, “Peace be with you.”
And hearing that, we will shout, “Alleluia! Christ is risen!”
Thoughts from Pastor Miller
Pastor Wilbert Miller’s Sermon
“Story-Telling around the Fire”
April 15, 2017 (Easter Vigil)
The Evangelical Lutheran Church of the Holy Trinity-New York City
Alleluia! Christ is risen!
Elie Wiesel writes, “God created humanity because God likes stories.” This night proves his point.
The Easter Vigil is a night of stories; they go on and on and on. If you are not an admirer of story-telling, this night is not for you. If you love stories, tonight is heavenly.
This is not a hasty affair. It as if we are preparing a fine meal that requires hours and hours. The Vigil is the longest service of the church year. We have come to tell stories, long stories, God’s stories. We cannot be rushed.
In his memoir, The Death of Santini, the southern author Pat Conroy writes: “As they talked, the story began to build and change, as all great stories do. The story had power, and room for growth.”
On the best of nights, the stories we tell have power and room for growth. We gather with loved ones and dear friends. One story leads to another, each becomes more tantalizing. “If you think creation is amazing, listen to Noah’s ark…I can one up that tale with the one about Ezekiel watching dry bones rattle back to life…If you think that’s astounding, let me tell you about Meshach, Shadrach and Abednego in the fiery furnace.” On and on we go, weaving magical tales with indescribable power. These stories boost our spirits, soothe our souls, and stir our imaginations. Hours fly by until someone inevitably says, “You are never going to believe what time it is.”
God’s stories are the richest because they have aged richly over thousands of years. These stories are crammed with God’s holiness, brimming with God’s defiance of death. Tonight, in their umpteenth telling, they trounce the enemy yet again and exalt the sufferer. You have noticed, I’m sure, these stories always champion the little guy who is down and out and the unlikeliest rascal always ends up winning the prize.
We tell these stories when none other will do, when only God’s power and glory can generate wonder in us. That is why we are here tonight, to tell one more story, the perfect one, yet again. This perfect story, the final one, told right after we are tucked in and immediately before the lights are turned off for the final time, claims that God raised Jesus from the dead. This story gives us courage to do as God’s faithful storytellers have done throughout the ages: we dare stand at the grave and sing “Alleluia.” And, as if that is not enough, we do something even more unlikely. As the body of our loved one is lowered into the grave, we courageously proclaim: “The Lord bless you and keep you. The Lord makes his face shine on you and be gracious to you. The Lord look upon you with favor and give you peace.” This story claims there are other stories yet to be heard, other stories only God can tell.
What we do here requires a flight of fantasy. Our presence reminds me of a church similar to ours, a little-bitty place in Island Pond, Vermont, where the rector got the odd idea to hold an Easter Vigil just like this one. Only a handful of people showed up. Garrett Keizer writes: “The act is so ambiguous because its terms are so extreme: The Lord is with us, or we are pathetic fools.”
Only story tellers gather in places like Island Pond, Vermont, and New York, New York, where the terms are so extreme. We are entrusted with an unlikely story, the one of Jesus of Nazareth who was unceremoniously nailed to a tree and left to rot in a tomb and yet, by the power of God, was raised from the dead. This is our story, this is our song.
Tomorrow morning, a throng will gather here and it will be astonishing and well worth it. But tonight, perhaps this is the most dazzling of all liturgies—not because of its intricate nature, but because we are so small: if the Lord is not with us, we are indeed pathetic fools, but, if the Lord is here, as we trust is the case, this is the most stunning of nights. Yes, indeed, this is the perfect night to put the story of the empty tomb to the test.
Alleluia! Christ is risen!
Pastor Wilbert Miller Sermon
Easter Morning (April 16, 2017)
“Nervousness in the Face of Monstrous Glory”
Matthew 28: 1-10
The Evangelical Lutheran of the Holy Trinity
Central Park West, the City of New York
Alleluia! Christ is Risen!
When I interviewed to become Holy Trinity’s pastor exactly one year ago, a number of you wondered, if I were called, how long I would remain as your pastor. I presume the question arose due to my receding hairline, creeping balding spot, and graying temples. It was a fair question. I first offered a pious response, “I will remain as long as the Holy Spirit intends or until you kick me out—whichever comes first.” The other answer, less holy perhaps but likely far more honest, was my standard reply to queries regarding pastoral longevity: “I will remain as long as I am nervous when I mount these pulpit steps.”
I am a firm believer that if one isn’t jittery on a day like this—the good kind, the empowering kind that makes tummies flutter and knees knock—then the magnificence of Easter has probably not been adequately grasped. To be perfectly blunt, this is a once in a life-time opportunity—or at least once in a year—to announce to you, to the best of my pedestrian abilities, that God has routed the devil and death has been destroyed forever.
With that said, I am as nervous as Mary Magdalene and the other Mary when they went to inspect Jesus’ burial site only days after he died.
I bet you are a tad nervous as well. You are wondering: what really happened that first Easter morning when the dew was still on the grass?
Let us not be too quick to answer. Perhaps it is best to let Easter wonder sink in before we utter a word. John Updike writes:
Let us not seek to make [Easter] less monstrous,
for our own convenience, our own sense of beauty…
The four gospel writers certainly did not make things “less monstrous.” They exercised considerable restraint when explaining Jesus resurrection.
The old African-American Spiritual asks, “Were you there when God raised him from the tomb?” It certainly would be a nice this morning if I were to tell you exactly who witnessed Jesus rising from the tomb that Easter dawn, but all four gospels, Matthew, Mark, Luke and John, are mum on this particular subject. There is no mention of someone seeing Jesus jump from his death bed and announce, with trumpet and timpani accompaniment, “Top of the morning! Happy Easter to you all! Alleluia!” The gospels are unusually subdued, silent really, when describing how Jesus burst from the grave. They resist the temptation to make resurrection wonder less monstrous than it really is. What we inevitably witness is the aftermath of the resurrection, Jesus appearing to various women and disciples after God has raised him up.
What the gospel writers do speak about, however, are the emotions of those who came to the sepulcher and received the stunning news that “he is not here; for he has been raised.”
The women and especially the men are described as fearful and befuddled. This morning’s gospel from Matthew claims Mary and the other Mary ran from the tomb with “fear and great joy.” Fear and great joy—I love that—such a monstrous mixture of emotions when you think about it.
Fear and great joy can easily occur when we stake our lives on the claim that God raised Jesus from the tomb. The thought of God routing death makes us joyful and yet, as is said, we have never seen a resurrection! And so, there is fear as well as joy.
The renowned Yale Professor Jaroslav Pelikan said it this way: “If Christ is risen, nothing else matters. And if Christ is not risen—nothing else matters.”
With that being said, we push all our chips to the center of the table, staking our every last cent on Jesus being raised from the dead. It is the only thing that matters!
At the conclusion of worship this morning, you will be invited to “Go in peace. Practice resurrection!” These words come from the Kentucky writer and farmer Wendell Berry. Practice resurrection—that’s how we bet everything that death has been destroyed.
Holy Trinity has been in existence for 149 years now. The only reason we are here is to practice resurrection—the only reason! Countless people just like you have staked millions of dollars over the years here at Central Park West to proclaim that God’s answer to death is always an emphatic “no” and God’s answer to life is always a resounding “yes.”
Death must never be the final answer! We say “yes” to life in this place by operating a women’s homeless shelter downstairs and serving a Saturday meal for those down on their luck so they may know that God longs for them to have a warm bed and a hot meal. Yes to life!
We spent a fortune over the years on stunning music. Our deepest desire is to assist you in singing “alleluia” with the saints and angels whenever you are lost in life’s dingy alleys and have lost the capacity to whistle in the dark.
You practice resurrection, I know you do. You gather at the graveyard in the Spring drizzle. After the last clod of damp dirt hits the casket and everyone returns to their automobiles, you lag behind with the grieving widow. You are tongue-tied. You couldn’t prove resurrection to her if your life depended on it but you hug her nonetheless, hoping that might suffice. Your knees knock and that is a good thing because you are pointing her beyond the grave, beyond neat, domesticated answers you are so tempted to offer. And yet, you opt for the monstrous message, the one you cannot explain but that offers hope in your best friend’s deepest hour of need, the one that is good news and proclaims that Jesus has defeated death for her and the one she loves.
The reason we make such a fuss this morning, with timpani and strings, brass and flowers, and with you!, is because we believe we have a story to tell and a song to sing. You are at the tomb this very moment as sure as those women were there that first Easter morning. You have come to church and your tummy flutters as you hear the news that the tomb is empty and Christ is risen.
I pray this message will fill you with fear and great joy. Run from here and practice resurrection for all this suffering world…Oh yes, and may you always be nervous as you proclaim…
Alleluia! Christ is Risen!