Porch Light
Delivered at Evangelical Lutheran Church, Mt. Horeb, WI. Easter Morning (Sunrise), Year A
Texts: Acts 10.34-43; Col 3.1-4; Matt 28.1-10
This week, we have walked with the disciples of Jesus as they went from Sunday’s joyful entry into Jerusalem, through the anxiety of Maundy Thursday and the fear and anguish of Good Friday into the despair of Saturday. Jesus, sent to be Immanuel, God-with-us, had been killed and sealed in a tomb. Even as the disciples have sunk into despair over the loss of God-with-us, we, too, grieve the absence of God and God’s promise in our lives.
Too often, our world is a dark and lonely place. Every day we face trials and difficulties: addiction, contention, disappointment, abuse, scandal, shame, death, and grief are part of our lives. The situation in the rest of the world is much worse. Life is poverty, oppression, genocide, exploitation, war, famine, and unrest. It is easy to wonder where God is in all of this. We cry out to God for an answer, and We long to see God’s promise of reconciliation and healing fulfilled. We begin to wonder if God can see what is going on.
I remember when I was a kid and we used to go visit my grandma. We’d be all packed and ready to go as soon as Mom got off work on Friday evening. The four of us would pile into the car and drive the five hours from our home in Great Falls to Grandma’s farm outside of Nashua, MT. Northeastern Montana is kind of like northern Wisconsin, only without the trees. If you are not in a town, it’s a pretty empty, desolate place. There are no people for miles at a stretch, nothing to remind you of civilization except the highway and the barbed-wire fences that run alongside it. Because we left so late and had to drive so far, it was always dark when we got there. Because there are no people around, if the stars and the moon were not out, it could be absolutely pitch black.
Grandma had this single, sunflower yellow light bulb on her porch. Most of the time, it wasn’t lit, but when company was coming, she would always leave it on. As we traveled, we’d drive through the darkness until we turned down the quarter-mile driveway to the farmhouse. Once we got close enough, we could see that porch light. In the midst of the emptiness of the Montana plains, amid the darkness all around us, when we saw that unmistakable yellow light, it was a sign. It was the promise of love and hospitality and cheerfulness inside that tiny little farmhouse alone on the giant prairie.
This is what the resurrection is for us: a porch light, a reminder of God’s presence with us and love for us. As we travel through the darkness of this world, this small light pokes a hole in the blackness and the emptiness to remind us that there is a real place and real love that lives there.
For most of our lives, this tiny light is far off and distant. We remember God’s promise only in terms of a distant future when we will be with God in heaven. But on Easter, this small, yellow light explodes into brilliance and warmth, fills our being and for a moment, all of Heaven stoops to kiss the earth and we find ourselves in the presence of the real, living, God.
When the disciples needed Jesus the most, when they were at their lowest and had no idea where to go or what to do next, he left the tomb and found them, gave them a message and a mission. He told them to go back to their home, to Galilee, and that he would be waiting there for them. And that’s exactly where he was. Christ’s resurrection is living, breathing, walking, talking proof that our God is not a dead God sealed in a stone building, locked up in a musty book or even trapped in a distant paradise. On Easter, in the midst of the darkness around us, Christ breaks into our world and gives us the living promise that we can see and hold onto, that we can taste and eat.
On Easter morning, Jesus is once again Immanuel, God-with-us, both in death and in life. The empty tomb is proof that we do not have to wait until we die to see God, that God is with us here, waiting for us at our homes. In the resurrection, Jesus finds us, greets us, and sends us with a mission. In midst of the despair and suffering of life, Jesus invites us to be light for the world, invites us to be God’s porch lights to a people in need of hope and healing. Jesus is the living promise that God has heard the cries of the people, just as God heard the cries of the Israelites enslaved in Egypt. God has heard, and God is acting.
The resurrection is not a one-time event. Jesus’ walking out of the tomb was only the beginning of God’s continuing action of renewal in our broken world. Just as on that first Easter morning, God is still with us, beside us and within us. We celebrate today because Immanuel is here, because God has sent healing and rescue to this place, because Jesus Christ lives and breathes, and God is at work.
Peter says in Acts that “God anointed Jesus of Nazareth with the Holy Spirit and with power;” that “he went about doing good and healing all who were oppressed by the devil, for God was with him.” (Acts 10:38) This is how we know that Jesus is Immanuel, and how we know that God is still with us. Jesus Christ still goes about doing good and healing all who are oppressed by the forces of evil in this world. In our baptism, we have been buried with Christ, and this is the morning in which we are resurrected with him. The living, moving God of Abraham, of Isaac, of Jacob and of Jesus is living and moving in us, to do good, and to heal the oppressed.
Last weekend, we lifted our voices with the crowds of Jerusalem, with people all over the world as we cried out, “Hosanna!” which means, “Lord, save us!” Save us from danger, save us from hopelessness and despair, save us from complacency while others suffer, save us from oppression and war and famine, save us from genocide and poverty. As much as we need that blessed assurance of a future in God’s presence, God’s people need rescue from death in our world today even more.
Today, as the risen Christ meets our eyes, our cries of “Hosanna” become shouts of “Alleluia!” which means, “Let us praise the Lord!” We say this word in our worship nearly every week, and it has little meaning to us, another Greek word that is foreign to us. We speak it, and it is grey, it has no color. But today on Easter, of all days, we truly see the color of “Alleluia.” It is the color of the tears that rolled down the women’s cheeks when they saw their Lord on the road. It is the color of the sunrise on the morning of the third day. It is the sunflower yellow of that porch light. Let us not just speak, but shout and feel and dance with Alleluia today, for our God is alive, our God is with us, and our God has come to rescue us. Jesus Christ as emerged from the grave to be light for the world, a light in the darkness, a light which the darkness cannot over come. Christ is Risen! (He is risen indeed!) Alleluia!
