Sunday, April 5, 2026

Called by Name

Mary Magdalene, the Apostles to the Apostles, shows us the truth:
God finds us even when we are sad, grieving, confused, angry, and lost.
And that is very good news!


Acts 10:34-43

Psalm 118:1-2, 14-24 

Colossians 3:1-4

John 20:1-18


This sermon was preached on Easter morning at the Episcopal Church of the Holy Apostles in Hoover, AL. You may watch a video of it here. (If you are wanting to laugh you may also check out my notes for the Children’s sermon version at the bottom of this post). 


Holy God, may my words be your words and when my words are not your words, may your people be wise enough to know the same. Amen.


Alright, friends, since it is Easter morning, a day when God pulled the ultimate practical joke on separation, death, and even us humans, I think we should begin with a few jokes.


First:

What is faster than Peter on Easter morning?
Well according to today’s Gospel writer, John, the beloved disciple, himself… and according to everyone, Mary Magdalene. She was faster than both of them.


Second:

How do dinosaurs celebrate Easter? 

They don’t. They’re eggs-tinct.


And one more, not Easter themed, but still religious:

What do you call a monk on an airplane?
An Air Friar.


Now those are some pretty silly jokes. But Easter is actually the perfect day for a little laughter, because Easter is the day when God surprises everybody.


On Good Friday, it looked like the cruel and powerful people had won… like sadness had won… like pain had won… like death had won.


But then on Easter morning, God said, “Not so fast.” That is what happened in the Gospel story, I just read a minute ago.


Very early in the morning, while it is still dark, Mary Magdalene goes to the tomb where Jesus had been laid. She loves Jesus. She wants to be near him. She is sad. She is grieving. And when she gets there, she sees that the stone has been rolled away.


Now when Mary sees that, she does not say, “Hooray! Resurrection!” Nope. She thinks something has gone wrong. So she runs. She runs to find Peter and the other disciple, the one whom Jesus loved. And then they start running too.


And this is one of the funniest little parts of the whole Bible, I told as a joke about it a moment ago. It’s funny because John makes sure to tell us that the other beloved disciple got there first.


It is like John is saying, “Yes, yes, this is the greatest story ever told... but also, just so everyone knows, I beat Peter in a footrace.” I love that.


Because it reminds us that the people in the Bible were real people. Holy people, yes. Faithful people, yes. But also human people. A little competitive. A little funny. Just like us.


So they run to the tomb. One gets there first. Peter goes inside. The other disciple sees and begins to believe. But here is the important part: they still do not fully understand.


And that matters, because sometimes we get it and sometimes we don’t. Sometimes we understand what God is doing. Sometimes we don’t. Sometimes life makes sense. Sometimes it really does not. But in those confusing moments, we are in good company because Mary does not get it at first either.


After Peter and the other disciple leave, Mary stays behind. She stays in the garden. She stays near the tomb. She stays with her sadness. She is crying. She is confused. She is having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.


Have you ever had one of those? Maybe you dropped your ice cream on the ground. Maybe your best friend told you they were not your best friend anymore. Maybe the shoe store did not have the shoes in your size. Maybe you got homework on a Friday. Maybe your team didn’t win the big game. Maybe you lost someone you love very much. Mary is in one of those moments.


She is crying, and then she turns around and sees Jesus standing there, but she does not know it is Jesus. She thinks he is the gardener. And friends, that is another funny moment. She is wrong. But she is also a little bit right. 


Because in a way, Jesus is the gardener. He is the Good Gardener of our souls. He is the one who brings life out of dead places. He is the one who plants hope where there was only sadness. He is the one who helps love grow again.


But Mary still does not know it is him. And then Jesus says just one word. He says, “Mary.” Her name. And suddenly she knows. It is Jesus. The risen Christ. Alive.


And I think that is one of the most beautiful parts of the whole Easter story: Jesus meets Mary not when she is cheerful, not when she has it all figured out, not when she is at her best, but when she is crying. When she is confused. When she is hurting. When she feels lost.


That is when Jesus comes to her. And that is good news for us too. Because God meets us not only when we are happy. Not only when we understand everything. Not only when we are doing our best. God is with us then, yes. 


But God is also with us when we are sad. When we are grieving. When we are confused. When we are having a no good, very bad day.


Sometimes, in those moments, what we need most is to slow down and listen. Not just with our ears. But with what the Church calls the ears of our heart. That means the quiet place inside us where we feel things, where we notice love, where we learn what is bearing good fruit and what is not, where we can hear God speaking most clearly.


Mary stayed still long enough to hear Jesus call her name. And here is the really amazing thing: Mary is the first one to meet the risen Jesus. Mary is the first one sent to tell the others. She is the apostle to the apostles. We are here today, in part, because of her witness.


Because she stayed. Because she listened. Because she heard her name.


And her story teaches us something beautiful: Even when everything seems to be going as badly as it possibly could... God is still with us. Even when we are sad. Even when we are scared. Even when we are confused. Even when we do not understand.


God is with us, sweetly, lovingly, calling each of us by name. And that is Easter. Jesus is alive. Love is stronger than death. And the risen Christ still calls his people by name.

And for that, thanks be to God. Amen.



Children's Sermon Notes:


Easter is God’s ultimate prank on evil, sin, death, and even human beings. So, JOKES


What is faster than Peter on Easter morning?
Well according to today’s Gospel writer, John, the beloved disciple, himself… and according to everyone, Mary Magdalene. She was faster than both of them.


How do dinosaurs celebrate Easter? 

They don’t. They’re eggs-tinct.


Not Easter themed, but still religious: What do you call a monk on an airplane?
An Air Friar.


Pretty silly, right? But Easter is the perfect day for laughter, b/c Easter = when God surprises everybody. On GF it 👀 like cruel and powerful people had won… like sadness had won… pain… death


This morning, God: “Not so fast.” We heard it in the Gospel for today.


Very early, still dark Mary M. ➡️ 🪦 where ✝️ had been laid. She ❤️ Jesus. She wants to be near him. She’s sad… grieving. Upon arriving she 👀 🥌 🧻 away


When Mary 👀 that, she 🚫🗣️, “Hooray! Resurrection!” 👎 She thinks something has gone wrong. So 🏃🏽‍♀️… to find Peter and the other disciple, the one whom Jesus loved. 🏃🏻🏃🏻 too


And this is one of the funniest little parts of the whole Bible, I told a joke about it a moment ago. It’s hilarious to me b/c John makes sure to tell us he’s #1. John: “Yes, yes, this is the greatest story ever told... but also, just so everyone knows, I beat Peter in a footrace.” I love that.


B/C it reminds us that the people in the Bible were real people. Holy people, . Faithful people,  . But also human people. ~ competitive. ~ funny. Just like us.


So they 🏃 to the tomb. 1 gets there first. Peter goes inside. The other disciple 👀 and begins to believe. But here is the important part: they still do not fully understand.


And that matters, b/c sometimes we get it and sometimes we don’t. Sometimes we understand what God is doing. Sometimes we 🚫. Sometimes life makes sense. Sometimes it really 🚫. But in those confusing moments, we are in good company because Mary 🚫 get it at first either.


After Peter and the other disciple leave, Mary stays…in the garden…near the tomb…with her 😔. She is 😭. She is 🤔. She is having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.


Have you ever had one of those? Maybe… dropped your ice cream on the ground. Bff told you they were not their BFF anymore. Shoe store… homework on a Friday…team didn’t win the big game. Maybe you lost someone you love very much. Mary is in one of those moments.


With tears in her eyes she turns around and sees Jesus standing there, but she doesn’t know it is Jesus. She thinks he's the gardener…another funny moment. Wrong/right


B/c Jesus = gardener = Good Gardener of our souls = 1 who brings life out of dead places = 1 who plants hope where there was only sadness = 1 helps love grow again.


Mary still confused. And then Jesus 1 word…“Mary.” Her name. And suddenly she knows. It is Jesus. The risen Christ. Alive.


1/most beautiful parts of the whole Easter story: Jesus meets Mary not when she is cheerful…it all figured out…she is at her best, but when she is 😭, 🤔, 🤕, & lost.


That is when Jesus comes to her. & good news for us 2. B/C God meets us 🚫 only when we’re 😄…we understand everything…we are doing our best. God is with us then, yes. 


But God is also with us when we are sad, grieving, confused, or having a no good, very bad day.


Sometimes, in those moments, what we need most is to slow down and 👂. Not just with our ears. But also ⛪️ calls the 👂 of our ♥️. That means the quiet place inside us where we feel things, where we notice love, where we learn what is bearing good fruit and what is not, where we can hear God speaking most clearly to us.


Mary stayed still long enough to hear Jesus call her name. And here is the really amazing thing: Mary is the 1st to meet the risen Jesus… 1st -> the others… apostle to the apostles. We’re here in part b/c of her witness. B/C she stayed, listened, and heard her name.


And her story teaches us something beautiful: Even when everything seems to be going as badly as it possibly could...God is still with us—Even when we’re sad, scared, confused, don’t understand.


God is with us, sweetly, lovingly, calling each of us by name. And that is Easter. Jesus is alive. Love is stronger than death. And the risen Christ still calls his people by name. And for that, thanks be to God. Amen.

Saturday, April 4, 2026

This Also Is What Love Looks Like

God's self-emptying love is on full display in the empty tomb when we realize that nothing—not sin, not suffering, not even death—nothing can separate us from God.


At The Liturgy of the Word

Genesis 1:1-2:4a [The Story of Creation]
Exodus 14:10-31; 15:20-21 [Israel's deliverance at the Red Sea]
Isaiah 55:1-11 [Salvation offered freely to all]
At The Eucharist

Romans 6:3-11 

Psalm 114

Matthew 28:1-10 


©2026 The Rev. Seth Olson


This sermon was not preached at the Easter Vigil at the Episcopal Church of the Holy Apostles in Hoover, AL because I left my manuscript in my office. A video of another message that I did preach may be found by clicking HERE.


Holy God, may my words be your words and when my words are not your

words, may your people be wise enough to know the same. Amen.


We began tonight in the dark.

Not as a gimmick.

Not as a dramatic flourish.

But because the darkness tells the truth.


Because there are places in our lives—and in this world—that feel like tombs.

Places where hope feels buried.
Where meaning feels unclear.
Where God feels absent.


Tonight, after starting the first fire of Easter—thank you, Pierce for your help—we lit the LIGHT OF CHRIST

And into that darkness, the flame proceeded.

A single candle at first.

Not enough to light everything all at once.

But enough to wander to our places.

And then we listened.

To story after story after story.

Creation.
Exodus.
Prophecy.

And if we’re honest, part of us might wonder:

“What do these ancient stories have to do with me?”

Because we know what science says about creation.
We know history is complicated.
We know the world doesn’t always look like Isaiah’s vision.


And yet…

if we stay long enough…
if we sit in the darkness instead of rushing past it…

something begins to happen.


We begin to see.

That God has never been absent.

Not in creation.
Not in chaos.
Not in exile.
Not in suffering.


God has always been on the move.

Always creating.
Always liberating.
Always loving.

And most clearly—yes—in Jesus.

But not only there.


Because tonight reveals something deeper:

God’s love is not limited to one moment in history.

It is woven through all of it.

And that means God’s love is woven into our lives, too.


Even the parts we don’t understand.

For if God is the Great Mystery and we are made in God’s image…
We too are made of mystery, so we’re always learning more about who we are and whose we are.

God’s love is woven into the parts that feel broken.
For God in Christ Jesus did not come to earth in search of the 99, but the 1 lost one…
We know that the liberating salvation Christ brings means that He enters our messiness not to sterilize it, but to call new life into being.


Even in the parts of us that feel like tombs, God’s love comes.

For the Spirit of God continually breathes new life—not as the world sees it—but as God sees resurrected life…

We discover that the whole shape of our lives is life, death, and resurrection—order, disorder, and reorientation. 


And then—after all the stories—comes not only the Gospel meaning Good News, but the Bestspel meaning Best News! 
The stone is rolled away.

The tomb is empty.

Christ is risen.

Alleluia.


And while this truly is the best news, I want you to notice this:

The resurrection is not magic.

It is mystery.

It is not a trick.

It is transformation.

It does not erase what came before.

It reveals that nothing—not sin, not suffering, not even death—
has the final word.


Because this is what love looks like.

Love that creates.
Love that liberates.
Love that suffers.
Love that endures.
Love that rises.


And now…

that love is not just something we observe.

It is something we are invited into.

To become.

To embody.

To live.


So that our lives—
in all their imperfection and all their beauty—
become signs of resurrection.


Places where eternal light breaks in.

Places where earth-shaking hope returns.

Places where self-emptying love refuses to die.


Alleluia.

Christ is risen.

And we are being raised with him.

Amen.