Thy King Cometh: A Palm Sunday Meditation on John 12

 

On the next day much people that were come to the feast,

when they heard that Jesus was coming to Jerusalem,

Took branches of palm trees,

and went forth to meet him, and cried,

Hosanna: Blessed is the King of Israel

that cometh in the name of the Lord.

And Jesus, when he had found a young ass, sat thereon;

as it is written, Fear not, daughter of Sion:

behold, thy King cometh, sitting on an ass’s colt.

For churches around the world, Lent now transitions to Holy Week, where Christians mark the culmination of what Jesus came into the world to do:  suffer, die, and rise again for the salvation of the whole world.  From the prophecy given to Adam and Eve in the Garden, through the Prophets several hundred years before Jesus, the Messiah was promised who would save Israel from sin, death, hell, and the power of the devil.  This Messiah would be more than a political savior, more than a wise teacher, and more than a social reformer.  This Messiah would be the very Son of God incarnate, the King of Kings and Lord of Lords, the Creator and Judge of all things.  But this Messiah would come in humility, taking the sin and death of His people upon Himself, that He might give His life and grace to them in exchange.  This King of all Creation entered into His creation, that He might save His creatures from the devastation they had brought upon themselves by turning their backs on Him.  This Almighty King came not to destroy His people in judgment, but to save them in His infinite compassion and mercy.

This is what we remember at the beginning of Holy Week, where the Gospels tell us of Jesus’ triumphal entry into Jerusalem, seated humbly on the colt of a donkey, to the ringing praise of the people who threw palm branches down upon the dusty road ahead of Him.  Jesus knew that this praise of sinful men was fickle, and that less than a week later, the mob would be turned against Him by the lying prattle of ruling Pharisees, handing Him over to a foreign governor for brutal execution.  Knowing the Roman cross lay before Him, together with betrayal and abandonment, the King of Creation rode resolutely into the city which He had given to His people over a millenium before as the seat of their earthly kingdom.  In compassion undeterred He entered the capitol city of His people, where the true and eternal King of Israel would be falsely accused, tried, convicted, and condemned by the people He came to save.  Even dying upon His Cross, this King of Israel in gasping breath prayed to His Father to forgive His betrayers and murderers—those who would shove sponges of sour wine into His parched mouth, mock Him as He hung naked and brutalized for all to see, and eventually plunge a spear into His dead heart just to make sure He was really dead.  While the fickle mob saw a revolutionary king and the Pharisees saw a threat to their own power, Jesus saw the Cross He would bear to save His people from their sins.

And of course, He saw not only those who surrounded Him as He entered into Jerusalem, but every man, woman, and child who had ever come into the world from its very beginning, and would ever come into it until its fiery end.  There, on the road into Jerusalem, Jesus saw you and me, our grandparents long forgotten to history, and our children yet to be born.  There, seated upon a donkey’s colt, Jesus saw us among the fickle mob, among the self-righteous Pharisees and Sadducees, and among the violently ignorant Roman pagans.  He saw us, born in our sins which corrupt us to our core, unable to save ourselves from the devil who could whip us into any frenzy of foolishness or passion he desired, because our fallen nature longed more for evil than for good.  He saw us, awash in covetousness, wasting our lives in the pursuit of riches which would leave us exhausted and empty.  He saw us, enflamed by disordered passion, chasing sex and gratification which would never bring forth true and abiding love.  He saw us, distracted by shiny baubles and devices which steal our time in vapid pursuits, until our lives and strength is spent in the cushions of a couch before glittering screens. He saw us, pursuing education in the vain theories of godless men, until our intellect was devoid of reason and wisdom alike.  He saw us, trying to deify ourselves and everything around us, while losing our fellowship with the only true and saving God.  There, on the road into Jerusalem, He saw you and me.

And yet, the Prophet says, “Fear not, daughter of Zion!  Your King comes to you!”  He has not come to destroy you, but to save you.  For you, He entered the den of thieves and murders who controlled the city of Jerusalem.  For you, He endured the vapid praise of the mob.  For you, He endured to false accusations of the religious leaders.  For you, He bore the abandonment of His friends.  For you, He was handed over by His own people to the brutality of the pagan rulers.  For you, He suffered everything the Romans and the Jews could impose upon Him.  For you, He was nailed to a wooden cross.  For you, He suffered death, descended into hell, and rose again the third day.  For you, He bore the judgment you have earned in your evil heart, by your bloody hands, and your wicked mouth.  For you He has suffered all, that in Him you might not perish, but have forgiveness and eternal life in Him forever.

See your King come to you today, having won your redemption, and offering it to you as a free gift of His love and grace.  Hear Him speak His Word of reconciliation to you, that you might know His stripes have healed you, and His Blood has set you free.  Hear His Spirit call to you through His Word, that you might turn from the judgment which must surely come upon the unrepentant evil of the fickle mob, the self-righteous Pharisees, and the brutal pagans.  Hear Him call to you, that you might believe, and live in Him forever, forgiven and free.  Behold your King, your Savior, comes to you, that you might abide in His life and peace forever.  Hear Him.  Amen.

Resurrection: A Lenten Meditation on John 11

Then said Jesus unto them plainly, Lazarus is dead.

 And I am glad for your sakes that I was not there,

to the intent ye may believe; nevertheless let us go unto him.

Then said Thomas, which is called Didymus,

unto his fellow disciples, Let us also go, that we may die with him.

Then when Jesus came, he found that he

had lain in the grave four days already.

Now Bethany was nigh unto Jerusalem, about fifteen furlongs off:

And many of the Jews came to Martha and Mary,

 to comfort them concerning their brother.

Then Martha, as soon as she heard that Jesus was coming,

went and met him: but Mary sat still in the house.

Then said Martha unto Jesus, Lord, if thou hadst been here,

my brother had not died. But I know, that even now,

whatsoever thou wilt ask of God, God will give it thee.

Jesus saith unto her, Thy brother shall rise again.

Martha saith unto him, I know that he shall

rise again in the resurrection at the last day.

Jesus said unto her, I am the resurrection, and the life:

he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live:

And whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die.

Believest thou this?

She saith unto him, Yea, Lord:

I believe that thou art the Christ, the Son of God,

which should come into the world.

The Gospel text in John 11 for this Sunday brings us face to face with two great realities that every human being will encounter eventually:  life and death.  Everyone who is born into this world is born broken and sinful, so that everyone from the moment of their conception is moving toward their inevitable demise.  Every giggling new born baby, every rambunctious child, every rebellious adolescent, every stalwart adult in the height of their strength and intellect—every person of every tribe and tongue, race and gender, will eventually die.  All our friends, our family, our neighbors… those whose company we adore, and those who strain our polite civility, every one of them will eventually die.  Such is the story of Lazarus.

John tells us that Jesus and Lazarus were particularly close in their affections, as were they with Lazarus’ sisters Mary and Martha.  They had seen Jesus do many wonderful things, heard Him teach with divine authority, and as best they could wrap their minds around the idea of God Made Flesh and dwelling among them, they knew Jesus was the Christ, the Son of God, who was foretold by the Prophets centuries before.  They were partners in His ministry, often traveled with Him, and knew Him as well as any of His disciples.  Yet knowing Jesus and having His close friendship did not stop Lazarus from dying of illness.  In fact, Jesus goes so far as to say that He is glad He was not there to heal Lazarus, so that all His disciples might come to believe more fully who He truly was.  Having been told of Lazarus’ grave illness and knowing of his imminent death, Jesus lingered long enough that when He arrived where Mary and Martha were grieving, Lazarus had been in the grave for four days.

That timing was significant.  Jewish folklore of the time (not Scripture) suggested that the spirit of a dead person could linger around a body for up to three days, and by waiting until the fourth day, Jesus ensured that what He was about to do could not be mistaken by superstitious people as a fluke.  He engaged first Martha and then Mary, finding them in their great grief of having lost their beloved brother, and perhaps to a certain extent, dissatisfied with Jesus having not prevented it.  They knew that Jesus was a healer and a prophet, a miracle worker who had prevented so many others from succumbing to their ailments, and they knew that if Jesus had been there when Lazarus was sick, Lazarus would have been healed, too.  What they could not yet see through their tear blurred eyes and wounded hearts, was that life is more than what we see a person pass through from birth to the grave.  Life, true life, persisted beyond physical death, and was rooted in the Author of Life Himself:  Jesus Christ.

After Jesus was led by Martha and Mary to the cemetery where Lazarus was laid four days prior, He showed them what real life looked like by calling Lazarus from his tomb by the power of His Word.  Lazarus became a living symbol to the Jewish authorities and the pagans all around that Jesus was way more than they had anticipated—that He was, without a doubt, in His very Person and by His very command, the Resurrection and the Life.  Everyone who abides in Him lives even though he dies, just as Jesus would live despite the tortures of His Cross and grave.  Everyone grafted into Jesus’ life, death, and resurrection by His grace through faith in Him, even though they would pass through sickness, death, and the grave, would have a life that transcended every suffering of this world, and was kept safe for eternity in Jesus.  Now added to the two great truths every person knows by experience as life and death, is the third great truth brought forth by Jesus:  Resurrection and Eternal Life.

Such truth changes those who embrace it.  A person who lives in this world only trying to flee an inescapable death, lives in fear and torment of mind all his days, knowing that despite the best human efforts of science and progress, death comes to us all as a consequence of our Fall into sin, death, and the power of the devil.  Somewhere deep down, the person who clings to temporal life knows their clock is winding down until death comes to claim them, and hell’s gaping maw swallows them into eternal darkness.  It is a sad and frenetic life, plagued by terror and only briefly satisfied by numbing the mind and spirit through temporary delights.  But those who know the third great truth, who live in this world trusting that their life is hidden in Christ unto eternal life, need fear nothing.  They walk as those who have already passed through the grave in their Baptism, been fed with the immortal Bread from Heaven in the Lord’s Supper, and heard the everlasting Gospel of forgiveness, life, and salvation in Jesus’ Absolution of their sins.  They live in this world unafraid of the grave, of the devil, of death, and even of hell, because the same Jesus who gave them eternal life by His Word, already demonstrated His victory over all these enemies of mankind.  Such ones who live by grace through faith in the Son of God, empowered by the Holy Spirit given to them in their new birth from above, walk as immortals among men, unafraid of fire, or sword, or persecution, or politics, or sickness, or war, or riot, or revolt, or the rising and falling of civilizations.  To them has come the love of God in Christ Jesus which casts out all fear, because in Jesus there is nothing left to fear anywhere in the heavens above, the earth beneath, or the dark regions of hell below.  Like Jesus, they can weep with the mourning, suffer with the suffering, work with the laboring, study with the studious, debate with the debaters, confer with the counselors, rise up to walk with the noblest and stoop down to sit with the lowliest.  Like Jesus, they pass through this world and this life as those who are not chained by it, not afraid of it, and yet in love pursue everyone and everything as God sends them forth to serve.  They are the ones who pass through the temporal things, without losing sight of those unshakable eternal realities.

Jesus is the Resurrection and the Life, and everyone who is bound to Him by grace through faith, who abides in His Word of Law and Gospel, lives forever.  He is the Truth and the reality which will change you, free you from the bondage of fear and hatred, and raise you up in boundless, inexhaustible love.  He is the Light of the World which will shine through you into the darkness of your broken, fearful, and enslaved neighbors, that they too might be freed by Jesus and live forever.  Hear Him as He calls to you today, that you might leave behind the darkness and despair of unbelief, and live forever.  Amen.