Easter: a time to laugh

Christ Church, Easter Day 2001

 

An Illinois man left the snow-filled streets of Chicago for a vacation in Florida. His wife was on a business trip and was planning to meet him there the next day. When he reached his hotel, he decided to send his wife a quick e-mail.

Unable to find the scrap of paper on which he had written her e-mail address, he did his best to type it in from memory. Unfortunately, he missed one letter and his note was directed instead to an elderly preacher's wife whose husband had passed away only the day before.

When the grieving widow checked her e-mail, she took one look at the monitor, let out a piercing scream, and fell to the floor in a dead faint. At the sound, her family rushed into the room and saw this note on the screen:

DEAREST WIFE: JUST GOT CHECKED IN. EVERYTHING PREPARED FOR YOUR ARRIVAL TOMORROW.

P.S. SURE IS HOT DOWN HERE

 

If there is one thing I would like you to do this morning it is this: have a really good laugh.  Laugh until you cry.  Because this morning is a time to laugh.  In German speaking countries for centuries preachers at the Easter services used to make their congregations laugh.  Do you know, in the sixteenth century there was even a book published telling preachers how to get the best laugh out of their people.  It even got a bit smutty, with sexual innuendo, obscene pantomimes and doubled entendres.  For example…darn it, someone has spilt coffee over my script.  Anyway, they would go through the story and Mary would haggle with the mean shopkeeper over the ointments, while his wife engaged in a suggestive conversation with a servant.  Then the apostles have a race to the tomb and have all kinds of accidents, the soldiers get beaten because no one will accept blame for the catastrophe. 

 

And in the Greek Orthodox tradition, the day after Easter was devoted to telling jokes. . . .They felt they were imitating the cosmic joke that God pulled on Satan in the Resurrection. Satan thought he had won, and was smug in his victory, smiling to himself, having the last word. So he thought. Then God raised Jesus from the dead, and life and salvation became the last words.  There was a phrase for all this: Easter laughter.  Laughter at death, laughter because the cross has been faced and dealt with and life will never be the same again. 

 

A vicar, wanting to earn some money, decided to hire herself out as a handyman-type and started canvassing a wealthy neighborhood. She went to the front door of the first house and asked the owner if he had any jobs for her to do. "Well, you can paint my porch. How much will you charge?"
The vicar said "How about 50 pounds?" The man agreed and told her that the paint and ladders that she might need were in the garage. The man's wife, inside the house, heard the conversation and said to her husband, "Does she realize that the porch goes all the way around the house?" The man replied, "She should. She was standing on the porch." A short time later, the vicar came to the door to collect her money. "You're finished already?" he asked. "Yes," the vicar answered, "and I had paint left over, so I gave it two coats. "Impressed, the man reached in his pocket for the £50. "And by the way," the vicar added, "that's not a Porch, it's a Ferrari.”

 

Now some of you might have been mistaken.  You might have mistaken a porch for a Ferrari.  Or you might even have mistaken Easter day as a solemn occasion.  But I would like you to laugh because this is the most ridiculous and absurd belief you could possibly have.  And I would like you to laugh because this is the most wonderful, awe-inspiring belief you could have.

 

Our problem is that we come to it like the last chapter of a book we have already read.  It does not surprise us any more.  Or we come to it like our 72nd birthday.  You know, when we are young we get loads of cards and birthdays are the most fantastic experience.  But by the time you get to 72, well maybe you get an extra spoon of sugar in your tea and a pair of socks, but that's it.

 

But hang on a minute, Easter is ridiculous isn't it?  It is an intellectual scandal.  It conflicts so radically with so many well established scientific laws that any attempt to revise them in such a way as to allow for resurrection would mean you’d have to get rid of them and start again.  You can't fit Easter into the way the world is.  I thought we'd try a little exercise out to see if we could get a sense of this.  I'm going to imagine that there is someone called Mr X. who is sitting in the middle pew, and who has never been in here before or heard anything about Easter.  Are you ready?

 

Mr X.  Welcome.  You are surrounded by people who believe that 2000 years ago a man who had been dead for 2 1/2 days was raised again by God and started walking around, talking to people and eating fish.

 

Okay Mr X. you are not so impressed.  How about this?  You are surrounded by people who believe that he is here now.

 

Mr X., this will really get you going.  We are going to live for ever! 

 

Did you begin to feel a little bit strange?  Good!  Maybe you were like the preacher whose congregation was being targeted by energetic missionaries.  He listened for a while and then said to them: "Gentlemen, look.  I have a proposal that will settle this.  I have here a glass of poison.  If you will drink this poison and remain alive, I will join your church-and not only myself, but my entire congregation.  But if you won’t drink the poison, well, then, I can only conclude that you are false ministers of the gospel because you do not trust that your lord would not let you perish."  This put the missionaries in a bind so they went off to a corner to put their heads together, and they said, "what on earth are we going to do?"  Finally, after a while, they decided.  They came back and approached the minister and said, "Tell you what.  We've got a plan.  You drink the poison, and we’ll raise you from the dead!"

 

People have tried to cope with the fact that someone was raised from the dead in two ways.  Firstly they have tried to say that it is a myth which has a spiritual meaning.  People may have believed its back then, but in these days of computers and electric light we will only come to terms with the resurrection by making it into a story.  But do they think that back then people found it easy to believe?  They were just as much as in shock as anyone would be today.  When they found the tomb empty they didn't say, "Oh, well that must mean he's been resurrected then."  For them it was a further tragedy which they couldn't get to grips with.  And a disruption to their view of the way the world functioned.  More importantly, if the resurrection is only a spiritual event, then why bother with an empty tomb?  And, for that matter, why construct a myth out of something that didn't happen anyway? 

 

The other way we try to cope with it is by making it sound as reasonable as possible.  There is plenty of evidence to suggest that it is possible, and I would be the first to present it to you.  But if by constructing a legal style case to back up the resurrection we think we will be able to make it a reasonable event, we need to think again.  It can certainly be likely, but never reasonable.

 

So laugh, laugh because if you ever thought that Easter was predictable or what you would most expect from God then you have missed the ludicrous nature of our celebration.

 

But laugh even more because this is the most wonderful morning.  Sure, we are people of the cross and we know about the pain that death brings.  But death has been destroyed in a most fantastic way.  You know, people today are hungry for an end to death.  They want to hear what God promises.  Easter doesn't sell them short.  Did you know that we can say so much more than a vague “Everything will be all right in the end?”  We can't describe it in detail.  But what we can say is this: we will continue, we will have bodies like Jesus’s body-that's why he is called the first fruits before the rest of us.  We will live in a restored creation where heaven and earth are one.  And whereas now death is the inescapable fact of our existence and the principle which drives so much of the way this earth functions, in the world and existence to come, life will be the governing principle.  A river of life which flows through a creation where there is no suffering, and where the lion and the lamb lie down together. Easter tells us that this world has a future, that who we are has a more real future.   I think in the light of all of this good news it's time for an Easter joke, don't you?

 

A man was blissfully driving along the highway when he saw the Easter Bunny hopping across the middle of the road. He swerved to avoid hitting the bunny, but unfortunately the rabbit jumped in front of his car and was hit. The basket of eggs went flying all over the place. Chocolate, too. The driver, being a sensitive man - as well as an animal lover, pulled over to the side of the road and got out to see what had become of the bunny carrying the basket. Much to his dismay, the colourful bunny was dead. The driver felt guilty and began to cry. A woman driving down the same highway saw the man crying on the side of the road and pulled over. She stepped out of her car and asked the man what was wrong. "I feel terrible," he explained. "I accidentally hit the Easter Bunny and killed him. There may not be an Easter because of me. What should I do?" The woman told the man not to worry. She knew exactly what to do. She went to her car booth and pulled out a spray can. She walked over to the limp, dead bunny and sprayed the entire contents of the can onto the little furry animal. Miraculously the Easter Bunny came back to life, jumped up, picked up the spilled eggs and chocolate, waved its paw at the two humans and hopped on down the road. Fifty yards away the Easter Bunny stopped, turned around, waved, and hopped on down the road another fifty yards, turned around, waved, hopped another fifty yards, turned around, and waved again!!! The man was astonished. He said to the woman, "What in heaven's name is in your spray can?" The woman turned the can around so that the man could read the label. It said, "Hair Spray: Restores life to dead hair. Adds permanent wave."

 

I said laugh, not groan!  This final story sums up for me the ridiculous wonder of Easter.  It faces the cross but then laughs at death.  In 1977 Archbishop Janani Luwum was murdered in Uganda on the orders of Idi Amin.  Unlike Pilate, Amin refused to release his body for burial and banned any funeral gathering.  In the grounds of the cathedral, however, the grave had already been dug, and thousands of people gathered there.  Margaret Ford describes the unforgettable moment that followed:

Our eyes fell on the empty grave, a gaping hole in the earth.  The words of the angel to the two women seeking Jesus’s body flashed into our minds.  "Why do you seek the living among the dead?"  Namirembe Hill resounded with the song that the saved ones have taken as their own:

Glory glory, hallelujah,

Glory glory to the Lamb! 

Oh the cleansing blood has reached me. 

Glory glory to the Lamb.

 

At the beginning of our service we said “Christ is risen, He is risen indeed”  Hallelujah!”  We are going to say it again, but this time with the echo of a laugh And just to help you I am going to need to consult my preacher’s book on laughter.

 

Get into pulpit.  Put on wig and nose.

 

Christ is risen!  He is risen indeed.  Hallelujah!

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