Rev. Debbie Cato
John 11:1-45
| Ezekiel 37:1-14
Fairfield Community Church
March 26 , 2023
Creator God, Why is bad news so loud? In the midst
of gun violence, stretched budgets, Covid, and everyday life stress and anxiety,
it often feels like suffering has a microphone. How do we hear you? How do we
find you? How do we know that these bones can live? Today we bring our raw
selves into this space asking that once more you would rush through this room
like a mighty wind. Remind us that these bones can live. Speak to us in your
still, small voice and let it be loud enough to speak to the sorrow of the day.
We know that good news rests in you, and we know that you are here. So help us
listen, not to the bad news of the day alone, but to the hope that you breathe
into every word. With open hearts we pray, amen.
Can These Bones Live?
When you
find yourself in a valley of dry bones, when all hope seems lost, when death
and grief surround you, with desperation you might cry out, “Can these bones
live?” In Ezekiel’s vision, God asks this question of us. Do we believe new
life can come after death? Can we find hope when things
are bleak? Can we really trust in God’s resurrection? While we look to God
to carry us through the valley, God looks to us to embody hope for others.[1]
The first time I heard a sermon preached on this text in Ezekiel, or at least the first time I remember, was when my pastor, and very close friend, had just been diagnosed with multiple sclerosis.
It was the fall of 1992 and Sheryl had given birth to her baby daughter in February. She also had a 3-year-old son. Sheryl was a dynamic woman, and a beloved pastor. It was a devastating diagnosis. She was told her MS was in her brain stem and the disease would be swift. Sheryl and her husband received this diagnosis on a Thursday and on Sunday she preached a sermon on Ezekiel and the Valley of the Dry Bones. Can we find hope when things are bleak?
Rev. Danielle Shroyer says, “If we are honest, very few things feel more ridiculous than hope these days. We’re facing a world of climate emergency, war, a growing immigration crisis, a terrifying surge in gun violence, rising global tensions, technological overload, and, in case we forget, an ongoing pandemic. If fear were an energy source, we could all power our homes and cars for a year. What kind of insanity is a Christian, who stands before all of this and says: “God is love. Peace is the way. Justice will arrive.””[2]
Do you ever feel this way? That you are all dried up, with nothing more to give, nothing left, all your energy, your life is gone and the love and peace and hope that scripture promises are empty?
In our passage in Ezekiel, God’s people have lost their most cherished religious realities: their land, their temple, and their monarchy. They find themselves in a religious crisis. The anchors for their relationship with God have been upended. Their traditional understanding of God — based on God’s covenants with Moses and David, are failing. Zion is no longer the home for God and God’s people. This new experience of exile calls for a new understanding of God and God’s relationship with his people.
How could God allow such a disaster to occur? Where is God during this devastation and loss? Has God forgotten his promises? Has God deserted his people?
Ezekiel is God’s prophet to the people. God’s voice. God’s Spirit leads Ezekiel into this valley that is filled with dried bones. God has a question for Ezekiel: “Can these bones live?” God doesn’t ask if it’s likely, or if the forecast looks promising. And, perhaps best of all, God doesn’t say, “Do you know how you’re going to get out of this?” Because God knows Ezekiel feels just as overwhelmed by that question as we do. Instead, God asks this question: “Can these bones live?”
What God wants to know is: “Can you see past the rubbish, the damage, the crisis, the violence, the signs of decay… and can you imagine that life still lingers there? Do you dare to believe—and even trust—that the power of life does not ever go underground in such a way that God cannot revive it in glory?”[3] Do you believe that life for my people will be resurrected? Do you believe there is hope?
God breathes into the bones, he covers them with skin, and places flesh on them. God revives them, and they become alive again.
Many years later, Mary and Martha must answer this question in the face of two contradictory realities: their belief in Jesus, and a brother who has been dead for four days. They understand enough to know that Jesus brings life. But now this question asks more of them: “Do you have faith that life is possible, always?”[4]
Debi Thomas says this, “I’ll be honest: the story of Jesus raising Lazarus from the dead is a hard one for me. At many levels, I don’t understand it. I don’t under-stand why Jesus dawdles when he first receives word of Lazarus’s illness. I don’t understand why he allows his friends to suffer for the sake of “God’s glory.” I don’t understand why he tells his disciples that Lazarus is “asleep” rather than dead. I don’t understand why he sidesteps Martha’s tortured accusation: “Lord, if you had been here, my brother would not have died.” I don’t understand why Jesus raises just one man, leaving countless others in their graves. And I don’t understand why Lazarus virtually disappears from the Gospel narrative once his grave clothes fall off. Why is he never heard from again?”[5]
This passage leaves me with lots of questions too. What about you? But maybe the questions are O.K. Maybe they don’t need answers. Because what I really need to hear, what I really need to know, is that Jesus wept. Thank God – Jesus wept. Grief takes hold of God and breaks him down. That Jesus — the divine — stands at the grave of his friend and cries is powerful.[6]
When Jesus weeps, he legitimizes human grief. His brokenness in the face of Mary and Martha’s sorrow removes all forms of Christian triumphalism that leaves no room for lament. Yes, resurrection is around the corner, but in this story, the promise of joy doesn’t cancel out the essential work of grief. When Jesus cries, he assures Mary and Martha, not only that their beloved brother is worth crying for, but also that they are worth crying with. Through his tears, Jesus calls all of us into the holy vocation of empathy, co-suffering, and lamentation.[7]
When Jesus weeps, he honors Martha’s deep resentment and anger at his delay, and in the next breath, he voices her trust in his power. He honor’s the blame Mary puts on Jesus for Lazarus’s death, yet doing so on her knees, in a posture of belief and submission. Jesus’s face is wet with tears when he prays to God and resurrects his friend. This is what real faith looks like; it embraces rather than vilifies the full spectrum of human feelings.
Notice that Jesus does not go into Lazarus’s tomb. He does not touch Lazarus. He does not physically drag him out of his tomb. Rather, Jesus stood outside the tomb and cried out in a loud voice, Lazarus, come out.” Lazarus had to choose whether he would take that first step that would lead him out of his grave.[8]
We have the same choice. Will we step toward Jesus or stay captive to whatever is squeezing the life out of us? Will we believe that our dried bones can live again? Will we believe there is hope? Can we work for transformation in our places of devastation? What breaks or hearts? What splits us open in sorrow? Can it lead us to new life? What kind of resurrection do you need in your life?
As we prepare to enter Holy Week, we remember how Jesus began his final journey toward resurrection: by returning to Judea after the death of his dear friend, Lazarus. As we walk through the valley of dry bones that leads us to Calvary Hill, let us seek out the hope that will stir in us and sustain us.
Let us
pray:
God, I
lament where there once was life, and now is death.
I grieve what has died in my nation, and in the world,
where greed and fear have killed and destroyed.
I don’t know what can live and what cannot, where justice can be revived.
But your grace is at work. Show me where life may rise, God. Point me to what can live again, so that even
in this valley of dry bones, I may have hope. Amen.
[1]
Sanctified Art. Theme Connections. Fifth Sunday of Lent. Rev. Lisle Gwynn Garrity.
[2] Sanctified Art. Commentary
on John 11:1-45 & Ezekiel 37:1-14. Fifth Sunday
of Lent. Rev. Danielle Shroyer.
[3]
Sanctified Art.
Commentary on John 11:1-45 & Ezekiel 37:1-14. Fifth Sunday
of Lent. Rev. Danielle Shroyer.
[4] Sanctified
Art. Commentary on John 11:1-45
& Ezekiel 37:1-14. Fifth Sunday of Lent. Rev. Danielle Shroyer.
[5]
https://www.journeywithjesus.net/lectionary-essays/current-essay?id=3547. Debi Thomas. When Jesus Wept. March 22, 2020.
[6]
https://www.journeywithjesus.net/lectionary-essays/current-essay?id=3547 Debi Thomas.
When Jesus Wept. March 2, 2020.
[7]
https://www.journeywithjesus.net/lectionary-essays/current-essay?id=3547 Debi Thomas.
When Jesus Wept. March 2, 2020.
[8]
Jan Richardson