Sermon on John 20:1-18

Pastor Jennifer Garcia

It had been a tough week, to put it mildly.

Jesus’ followers had watched him go from the political performance art of Palm Sunday to being arrested, beaten, humiliated, and executed by the Roman Empire.

And after a Sabbath full of mourning and fear, Mary Magdalene went to visit his grave, and—wouldn’t you know it?—someone had rolled the stone away and stolen his body.

After all that, grave robbers? Really, God?!

Did she really need one more thing?

Didn’t she have enough to grieve without someone having disturbed his body?

Did she really need one more thing to deal with?

Hadn’tshe been through enough?

Fortunately, Mary had the wisdom not to face it alone—she ran and got two other disciples. We need community in grief, especially when things go wrong.

And even though all three of them were confounded by the situation, God was at work.

What they thought was adding insult to injury was actually resurrection.

It wasn’t desecration of the dead but evidence ofnew life.

Jesus met Mary by a tomb, a hole in the ground, amid the dirt and decay. But what seemed like rot was more like compost: rich nutritious earth that new life sprung out of.

In the middle of the hardest parts of being human, God brought about something miraculous.

God became human and experienced the worst of humanity and the human condition: betrayal, scorn, agony, and death. And God didn’t turn away. God experienced all of it and still met Mary in her grief.

Jesus rose again and trusted Mary with proclaiming that news to the other disciples.

The story continued. New life won out.

That’s wonderful, and 2,000 years later, we still have to deal with the hard parts of being human.

People still get cancer. Wars are still fought. Disasters still devastate. Dreams are still broken. Our hopes can seem fruitless.

Today we celebrate what happened so long ago, and tomorrow we again have to face all that’s still broken in this world.

Sometimes it seems like our worlds are stuck inHoly Saturday or even Good Friday—the waiting, the pain, the uncertainty, the fear, the confusion.

Sometimes the circumstances of our lives and the world around us feel a lot more like rot than compost.

But every Easter is an affirmation that God is turning our rot into compost, that we continually need the promise of new life, that we need to hear God calling our name, that we need to know that God is still at work in the world.

Easter still has something to say to us today—that promise of new life, of hope.

Author Anne Lamott was once asked how Easter had changed for her over the years, and this was her response:

“When I was 38,
my best friend, Pammy,
died, and we went shopping
about two weeks before she died,
and she was in a wig
and a wheelchair.

I was buying a dress
for this boyfriend I was trying to impress,
and I bought a tighter,
shorter dress than I was used to.
And I said to her,
“Do you think this makes my hips look big?”
and she said to me, so calmly,
“Anne, you don't have that kind of time.”

And I think Easter has been about
the resonance of that simple statement;
and that when I stop,
when I go into contemplation and meditation,
when I breathe again and do the sacred action
of plopping and hanging my head
and being done with my own agenda,

I hear that, ‘You don't have that kind of time,’
you have time only to cultivate presence
and authenticity and service,
praying against all odds
to get your sense of humor back.

That's how it has changed for me.
That was the day my life changed,
when she said that to me.”

 

In some ways, Easter is a reminder that we “don’t have that kind of time.” We don’t have time to waste on things that don’t matter. We don’t have time to waste doing anything but loving God and each other. We don’t have time to do anything but proclaim along with Mary Magdalene that Jesus is alive and that our gardener God is at work in the world, turning rot into compost.

 

And in another way, Easter is a reminder that we have all the time that’s needed.

I’ve learned from my own backyard compost pile that it takes a lot of time for things to break down (especially when I forget to take care of it properly).

Moldy vegetable scraps from the back of the fridge and eggshells and fallen leaves and bits of cardboard take a lot longer to turn into that rich, nutritious soil than I would like. The progress is slow. It requires patience and trust in the process.

Once you plant a seed, you can’t dig it up every five minutes, or every hour, or every day, hoping to see growth. It takes the time it takes. And a lot of growth happens underground, in the dark, before a sprout pops its head out into the sun. It’s mysterious and miraculous.

New life takes time. Growth takes time. Healing takes time. But God is at work through all of it, slowly, richly, and abundantly.

 

And either way—the ways in which we don’t have that kind of time and the ways we can’t rushwhat is being created—hope is our anchor.

Even though the first Easter happened so long ago, it still speaks to us today because it reminds us that God is more powerful than death and that God is lovingly at work in the world now.

We need that hope of new life amid the hard things about being human. We need the anchor of hope to keep us from being tossed about by the storms that are all around us. Easter hope holds us fast.

It helps us remember that “we don’t have that kind of time” and we have the time we need for new life to emerge.

It helps us remember that Jesus conquered death, and even though we still feel its devastating, tragic effects far too often, death is not the end of the story.

We will one day be forever in the arms of our gardener God.

And for now, we have only enough time to love God and our neighbors, creating with God that Beloved Community where all are included, cherished, valued, and loved.

And so, we, along with Mary Magdalene, proclaim:

Christ is risen!

Christ is risen indeed, Alleluia!

Love That Lingers

Pr. Jaz Bowen-Waring

April 6, 2025

One of my favorite poets once shared a post on Instagram for Valentine’s Day—a tribute to a friend. It read: “Friendship is the most sacred form of love. Home is less a physical location, more a good conversation with a friend. Take me there: the opposite of small talk. Romantic love is fickle and prone to spontaneous combustion. Friendship, it sticks. Keeps my feet on this earth. My head held high. Reminds me why I’m here.” I’ve been blessed with many friends who have carried me through the peaks and valleys of life—and I’ve had the honor of doing the same for them. Through school drama, graduations, heartbreaks, marriages, births, and even death, friendship has been a transforming force. I wonder who those people are for you? Today’s Gospel reading from the Book of John lifts up a special relationship in Jesus’ life that often gets overshadowed. Some folks focus on the cost of the perfume, or Judas’ response, or the awkwardness of someone pouring nard on feet and wiping it with their hair. But what strikes me this time is the deep, abiding friendship between Mary of Bethany and Jesus—a relationship that models a mutual, grounded kind of love. A love that carried both of them through the unimaginable. As Mary wiped the perfume from his feet with her hair, I wonder if Jesus remembered the meals they shared with Martha and Lazarus. I wonder if he thought back to when Mary confronted him—grief-stricken and angry—because he had arrived too late to save her brother. People may have looked on and felt awkward, even scandalized by this intimate act. But Jesus received her love, openly. And then—moved by that act of love—Jesus turned around and did something similar. He knelt before his disciples, washing their feet, and commanded them to love others as he had loved them. Judas was there. He witnessed Mary’s gesture. He felt Jesus’ hands on his own feet. And yet… he rejected Christ’s love. Judas’ betrayal wasn’t just about handing Jesus over to Roman soldiers. He betrayed Jesus by refusing to receive his love. It’s often easier to give love than to receive it. Many of us are more comfortable offering compassion than accepting it. So I ask you: How willing are you to receive love? Judas knew Jesus. He could say the “right” things. But for him, love was just a theory —a belief in his head, never embodied in his actions. The love of God was not incarnate in his life. This story reminds us of the temporary nature of the incarnation. Jesus told his disciples, “You will not always have me.” Yes, there will always be people in need—and that doesn't let us off the hook. But Jesus’ time on earth was limited. And that made it all the more powerful. The urgency of Jesus’ three-year ministry came from knowing his time was short. And so is ours. Mary Oliver once wrote: “What is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” Are you willing to love, even if it doesn’t unfold the way you hoped? Even if it's only for a brief moment? Mary’s love was poured out extravagantly—onto Jesus’ feet, into the air, and into the memory of that moment. The fragrance filled the home she shared with her brother Lazarus. I wonder if, in the days leading up to and after Jesus' death, the scent still lingered in the rugs, in the cracks of the table, in her hair. I wonder if that same scent clung to Jesus' clothes as he rode into Jerusalem on a donkey. If he caught a trace of it while washing his disciples’ feet. If it followed him into the garden as he prayed. If it stayed with him even as he hung from the cross. The feet Mary anointed with love were the same feet that were later nailed to the wood. Christ’s ultimate act of love—his death—was not a waste. It was a defiant outpouring of solidarity with the oppressed, the broken, and the rejected. To many, it looked like failure. But Love is never wasted. Love is the most abundant resource in the universe. It never runs dry. Even when you think you’ve run out—when heartbreak makes it feel like there’s nothing left to give—there is more love within you than you can imagine. Even when you feel alone, misunderstood, or forgotten—God’s love is still being poured out, abundantly and extravagantly. Even though our lives are brief, fragile, and finite, God’s love is not wasted on us. So what about you? Are you willing to pour out your love, even if it might be rejected? Are you willing to love, even knowing life is fleeting and uncertain? I pray that you experience a friendship like Mary and Jesus shared. May you pour your love out on others without fear of it running out. May you be open to receive love—even when you feel unworthy of it. May that love carry you through the unimaginable, like the lingering scent of perfume. Amen.

Sermon on 2 Corinthians 5:16-21

Pastor Jennifer Garcia

Sometimes we experience things that divide our lives into “before” and “after.” They’re not always bad—sometimes it’s because of a birth or a graduation or winning the lottery (wouldn’t that be nice?). And they can also be some of the hardest things about being human: a diagnosis, a death, a divorce, an injury, a painful career change or move, a pandemic.

There are befores and afters in our readings today, too. The younger son in our Gospel reading had before he asked for his inheritance and after he hit rock bottom. Or perhaps the after was when he was welcomed home and was reconciled with his father. The elder son, too, had before when his life was routine and peaceful and after his brother returned, causing his resentment to erupt into an argument with his father.

The Israelites had the before time of enslavement in Egypt and the after of arriving in the Promised Land. In our reading from Joshua, God marked the after of no longer wandering in the wilderness with their ability to cultivate their own food instead of eating the manna God provided. The very food they ate was a sign of the fulfillment of God’s promises to them—their after.

And in our reading from 2 Corinthians, Paul reminds the recipients of his letter that they have the before and after of becoming Jesus followers and joining the Beloved Community—the ultimate after of being reconciled to God through Christ.

The Corinthians were at odds with Paul. We only get half of the correspondence, so we don’t know exactly what problems they were dealing with, but chances are they were dealing with a lot of what churches today deal with—arguments, hurt pride, disagreements about money and other resources, differing visions of what their mission was, and the list goes on—because the early Church was made up of humans, just as the Church today is. I find that comforting (mostly).

Paul was trying to restore health to that community by encouraging them to view the world differently.

They didn’t need to fall back on old, unhealthy patterns and habits.They were a new creation! Their new life in Christ should help them see other people as beloved children of God, recipients ofthe mercy of Christ.

We talked last week about repentance being about a change of heart, not self-flagellation spurred by people with ominous signs on the street corner or fire and brimstone spewed from the pulpit.

Paul talks about the “after” of that change of heart. It’s about new life, a new perspective, and a new relationship with others. He reminds them of their new mission in the world: a “ministry of reconciliation.” Just as Jesus reconciled us with God through his death and resurrection, the Corinthians were to be “ambassadors,” representatives of God to those around them.

That’s not to say they should be fake and pretend things are okay even if they’re not or pretend like they’re perfect and sinless. Far from it—followers of Jesus are still human and should be open about struggles and questions and doubts.Following Jesus doesn’t prevent the hard befores and afters of being human, and pretending it does is untruthful and misleading, setting ourselves and others up for disappointment and disillusionment.

New creations in Christ aren’t robots—they (we) strive to be genuine humans who show love to the beautiful images of God all around us.

After all, Jesus went through his own before and after for love of us.

This whole season of Lent is the before that leads to Jesus’ after.

We’re about halfway through this season of accompanying Jesus on his journey to the cross, contemplating what it must have been like not knowing what was on the other side.

Jesus accompanies us through our befores and afters, when we don’t know what’s on the other side.

Nothing we go through scares him away, because he’s been there. We can bring him all the hard things about being human.

It doesn’t make the things we go through okay. It might not even make them any easier.

But of the hardest times in our lives, Rabbi Steve Leder says, “If you’re going through hell, don’t come out empty handed.”

What we get out of the events that have befores and afters might not justify the pain we’ve gone through, but we still don’t have to come out empty-handed.

It might not happen right away. If you’re going through a hard thing or many hard things right now and all you’ve done today is survive—that’s enough.

And perhaps in the long run, we can come out of the hard things with more empathy, with more compassion, with more wisdom.

It doesn’t usually make it worth it, but at least we’re not coming out empty-handed.

And thankfully, Jesus didn’t come out of his hard time empty-handed—through it he holds us, always and forever.

Through him, we’re not alone.

Through him, we see every part of the world as God’s beloved creation.

Through him, we see every person, including ourselves, as the image of God.

Beloved child of God, receive this “Blessing for the Life You Didn’t Choose” from Kate Bowler:


Blessed are you

when the shock subsides,

when vaguely, you see a line appear

that divides before and after.

 

You didn’t draw it,

and can barely even make it out.

But as surely as minutes add up to

hours and days,

here you are,

forced into a story you never would have written.

 

Blessed are you in the tender place

of awe and dread,

wondering how to be whole

when dreams have disappeared

and part of you with them,

where mastery, control,

determination, bootstrapping,

and grit

are consigned to the realm

of Before

(where most of the world lives),

in the fever dream that promises

infinite choices,

unlimited progress, best life now.

 

Blessed are we in the After zone,

loudly shouting:

Is there anybody here?

We hear the echo,

the shuffle of feet,

the murmur of others

asking the same question,

together in knowledge

that we are far beyond

what we know.

 

God, show us a

glimmer of possibility

in this new constraint,

that small truths will be given

back to us.

We are held.

We are safe.

We are loved.

We are loved.

We are loved.