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Corinthians 15:35-38, 42-50
35
But someone will ask, “How are the dead raised? With what kind of body do they
come?” 36 Fool! What you sow does not come to life unless it dies. 37 And as
for what you sow, you do not sow the body that is to be, but a bare seed,
perhaps of wheat or of some other grain. 38 But God gives it a body as he has
chosen, and to each kind of seed its own body.
42
So it is with the resurrection of the dead. What is sown is perishable, what is
raised is imperishable. 43 It is sown in dishonor, it is raised in glory. It is
sown in weakness, it is raised in power. 44 It is sown a physical body, it is
raised a spiritual body. If there is a physical body, there is also a spiritual
body. 45 Thus it is written, “The first man, Adam, became a living being”; the
last Adam became a life-giving spirit. 46 But it is not the spiritual that is
first, but the physical, and then the spiritual. 47 The first man was from the
earth, a man of dust; the second man is from heaven. 48 As was the man of dust,
so are those who are of the dust; and as is the man of heaven, so are those who
are of heaven. 49 Just as we have borne the image of the man of dust, we will
also bear the image of the man of heaven.
50
What I am saying, brothers and sisters, is this: flesh and blood cannot inherit
the kingdom of God, nor does the perishable inherit the imperishable.
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Two
days from now, February 26th is the six-year anniversary of the
death of Dean Waldo Hall, my grandfather.
I
remember the day he died quite well. In fact, it is one of the days I remember
most. I was in the last semester of my senior year at the University of
Northern Colorado, my North Dakotan grandfather’s alma mater. I spent the
morning and early afternoon in class, a combination of both business courses
and communications courses. Late that afternoon I went to my weekly counseling
appointment. As I was leaving that appointment and driving back to campus to
head into work, I received a call from my mom. When I picked up the phone, she
asked what I was doing, and so I told her exactly that, that I was on my way
back to campus to head into work. She asked me to call her after work as I only
had a few moments before my shift started. I went to work that late afternoon.
As a student ambassador in the office of admissions, one of our
responsibilities was making calls to potential students. Cold calls are
miserable, and more often than not, we went to voicemail and I’d always do my
best to leave some cheerful, scripted message. After a few hours of this, still
somewhat early in the evening, I was doing what I wasn’t supposed to be doing,
and I was scrolling through Facebook, distracting myself from the endless
calls. As I scrolled, I came across something my cousin posted. The first line
read: “The world lost a great man today: Dean Waldo Hall.”
I
froze. I couldn’t hear or see anything around me; not the voices of any
ambassadors making their calls. My breath caught, my throat became tight, I
choked on a dry lump. I didn’t cry
because it felt like all moisture had already left my body. I was in shock. I became
light-headed, my stomach wrestled with an empty sinking feeling as knots were
twisted inside my gut. I felt the nausea come suddenly. I was on the verge of
becoming sick in my seat.
And
then the world snapped back to reality, the rush came back. I quickly gathered
my things, stood up, walked over to my supervisor, blurted out in a fumble, “my
grandpa just died”, and I left. As I walked home, I called my parents to
confirm what I already knew, what my mom wanted to tell me earlier in the day.
And that was that.
On the days when I miss my grandpa the most, I get the same achy feeling in my body, like I’m about to be physically sick, starting with my stomach.
On the days when I miss my grandpa the most, I get the same achy feeling in my body, like I’m about to be physically sick, starting with my stomach.
When
my body responds to death, I feel like I’m about to be sick. When I’m in
moments of immense shock and grief, I feel it physically throughout my entire
body.
Friends,
I’ve had a stomach ache the last three weeks. Most days it’s dull, but it’s
there. Some days, like the day you all received that letter in the mail or two
Sundays ago when I stood in the pulpit or even just this past Friday, my body becomes
overwhelmed with toxicity of grief.
I
know what my body is telling me. My body is responding to what feels like a death,
a metaphorical ending. And friends, I know I’m not alone in this. I know we are
all responding to this “end” in our own ways. We are all experiencing grief in
the many diverse ways we experience grief, but nonetheless, we all know the
grief is there.
Thank God, and I really do mean this, Thank God! That Paul wrote about death in our scripture text for today.
Thank God, and I really do mean this, Thank God! That Paul wrote about death in our scripture text for today.
Up
to this point in chapter 15 in the first letter to the church in Corinth, Paul
is still hammering in the central message of the Gospel: Christ has died.
Christ was buried. Christ has risen. And Christ will come again to raise us.
Paul will not the Corinthians forget that, nor will Scripture let us forget it:
Christ has died. Christ was buried. Christ has risen. And Christ will come
again to raise us.
Which
bring us to verse 35. Paul starts our passage today with addressing a question
he knows will be asked. Paul knows the Corinthians will respond to that message
that has been driven home: the message of “Christ has died. Christ was buried.
Christ has risen. And Christ will come again to raise us.” They will respond to
that with the question, “How?” – “How are the dead raised? With what body do
they come?”
In
other words: “What will a resurrected body look like?”
Paul
spend the next few verses answering that question. So today, friends, we’re
also going to ask that question. “What will our resurrected body look like?”
Our body meaning our community of faith, Sunnyside Presbyterian Church, following
a metaphorical death, an ending. What will our resurrected body look like?
First,
Paul nor the Bible in its entirety gives us a finite description of exactly
what a resurrected body looks like. This we do not know. And this is true also
for our body. We do not know for sure exactly what our body will look like in a
few days or a few months or a few years. This is unknown, and this is okay. It
is okay because although there are things unknown, we do know that resurrection
follows death. This is certain. This is promised. An ending is not the end.
Because when something ends, when death occurs; new life will be raised and a
new body will be inherited. And this new body will hold certain traits that
Paul writes about; this we also know.
The
first trait of this new body is it is continuous. It will be of old but yet it
will be new. A resurrected body is a new body, but it is not an entirely a new
body or a new self. What once was, the old body, will still be there, and it
will be recognizable. Think of Jesus. In his raising, his body did not remain
in his tomb. No, it was raised and brought before his disciples and followers,
and they were able to see him as Jesus; they recognized him in his new body
through his old body.
This is true for us. We will not lose who we once were. We may become something new, but as we move forward, we will carry our identity, our history, and our memories with us. And we too will be recognized as Sunnyside, a thriving Presbyterian Church in South Bend, Indiana. We will continue to be as such. We will bring the old into the new.
The
second trait of this new body is connected to the first, because as we bring
the old into the new, the body will be transformed. Paul compares death to a
seed that is about to be sown, a seed that will be raised. And a seed has many
forms, whether it is a small flower, a shaft of wheat, or a great giant tree,
yet they all still start as seeds. And when these seeds are buried in the
earth, they transform and grow.
And
so will we. We will transform, like a seed into a tree or a caterpillar into a
butterfly. Our body, our congregation, will go through a transformation, and maybe
we’ll experience a bump or two along the way that comes with change, we’ll call
them growing pains, but we will hold onto the hope of what will come. We will
spring into new life, and yes, it will be different, but there’s beauty and
strength in transformation.
The
next trait of the resurrected body is it will be suitable. It will be suited
for the environment in which it lives. A body of dust is suited for life here
on earth. That body will be hurt and damaged by the sins of the earth, with
scars and illnesses, with aches and pains, but yet it survives. Until one day,
that body doesn’t. And then a body of heaven is revealed. And that body will be
suited for life in heaven, free from sin; free from damage.
Sunnyside,
we will be suited for what comes our way. A wise friend and member of this
congregation sent me a good reminder the other day: “God doesn’t call the
qualified; God qualifies the called.” One of my favorite things about our
community of faith, and I’ve said this before, the reason that we have thrived,
is because we have paid attention to what God is doing around us and we have
responded faithfully. We might be entering in new territory, and God might be
doing new things, but we know that God has qualified us and will continue to do
so, so that we can continue to respond faithfully.
Next,
the resurrected body will be spiritual. Listen to the words that Paul uses to
describe the resurrected body: imperishable, raised in glory and raised in
power; a spiritual body. This body is from heaven, from the life-giving spirit
that is Christ.
And
this Spirit gives us life. In our moments of grief, we will experience
weakness. We will experience sorrow. We will experience anger. We will
experience exhaustion. And maybe we might lose hope. But the resurrected body
doesn’t die. The spiritual body doesn’t die. Our body of Christ will be raised
in glory and power. The kingdom of God here on earth, our church and the
universal Church, is Spiritual, in which glimpses of heaven are seen. This is
resurrection.
Last,
the resurrected body is Christ-like. The most profound truth about the
resurrected body is that it is the same body as Christ, the body from heaven.
To be as Christ is, what more can be offered to us? Something as wondrous as
this. Nothing! This is the greatest gift; that Christ will raise us into a body
that comes from his risen body.
I
don’t even need to connect this one from what Paul meant when he wrote this to
the Corinthians to what we are experiencing now and what this means for us. We
are the body of Christ, and Christ raises our body, which is his body, to be
closer to him and more connected with him and more like him, more like Christ.
A
resurrected body is continuous from old into new, transformed into something
greater, suitable for its environment, spiritual in its life, and Christ-like
in our body, which is Christ’s body. That is the good news in which we are
reminded this day.
But to experience this good news, as Paul reminds us, we must first experience death.
But to experience this good news, as Paul reminds us, we must first experience death.
And
maybe right now we are experiencing that metaphorical death. Or maybe soon we
will be. I honestly don’t know. But right now I do know we are hurting.
On
Friday, as I drove home from the church, I felt so physically ill that once
again I was choking on a dry lump in my throat with knots in my stomach. It was
the end of a long week, I was stressed, I was experiencing grief, and because I
was feeling sick, it brought me back to the visceral memory of my grandfather’s
death and its upcoming anniversary, which made me miss him which then in turn,
just made that stomach ache even worse.
My
body aches when it reaches its limits, especially in moments of grief. But I
think it’s aching for something; longing for some one. For Christ.
I’m
reminded of Paul, of the man he once was, Saul, a man of death. As Saul walked
down that Damascus road, I’m sure his body ached. And then a body appeared to
him, but no earthly, mortal body. Saul saw the risen Lord in all his glory, and
it blinded him. And then the resurrected body, through the manifestation of the
risen Lord, was brought before Saul, now Paul.
So now
if we experience death, metaphorical or actual, or if we experience the end of
something, if our body aches, then I hold onto the promise that the risen Lord
will manifest before us, and we will see his glory. I see glimpses of it now. I
see the resurrected body; I’m looking at it now.
Thanks
be to God. Amen.
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