Showing posts with label Resurrection. Show all posts
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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.

Sunday, November 9, 2025

Alive To Rise

Where in life do you need God's help to rise again? 


Haggai 1:15b-2:9
Psalm 145:1-5, 18-22
 2 Thessalonians 2:1-5, 13-17
Luke 20:27-38

 

© 2025 The Rev. Seth Olson

 

This sermon was preached on the 22nd Sunday after Pentecost (November 9, 2025) at the Episcopal Church of the Holy Apostles in Hoover, AL. A video of the sermon may be found here. 


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

 

“He is not God of the dead, but of the living; for to him all of them are alive.”

 

There are moments in scripture where someone asks Jesus a question that sounds religious but really isn’t. The inquiry that kicks off today’s Gospel is one of those moments.

 

A group of Sadducees—religious leaders known for their wealth, influence, and skepticism—approach Jesus with a story they’ve carefully crafted to make resurrection seem as ridiculous as possible. My friend, the Rev. Charles Youngson, likes to say, “The Sadducees were ‘Sad, you see’ because they didn’t believe in the Resurrection.” They didn’t believe in it because they were the biblical literalists of their day, accepting only the first five books of Moses as authoritative. And, those books don’t explicitly mention resurrection, so they reasoned it couldn’t possibly be true.

 

And if you’ve ever read this exchange, you know—it’s kind of absurd. They present Jesus with this long hypothetical: “A woman marries one brother, he dies. Then she marries the next one, he dies. Then the next, and the next, until she’s married seven brothers. In the resurrection, whose wife will she be?”

 

It’s not a question of faith; it’s a trap. (And yes, Star Wars fans, I can’t read this passage without hearing Admiral Ackbar shout, “It’s a trap!”) The Sadducees’ question is less theology and more theater. They’re performing their cleverness, hoping to make Jesus look foolish. Thank goodness, we never do that to one another (he says with sarcasm dripping from his words).

 

But Jesus doesn’t take the bait, y’all. He doesn’t argue the logic or try to outwit them. Instead, he reframes the entire conversation. He refuses to play by their categories of ownership, possession, or legal status. He says, in effect, You’re missing the point.


The resurrection isn’t about whose wife someone is—it’s about whose life we all belong to. “Those who belong to this age marry and are given in marriage,” Jesus says, “but those who are considered worthy of that age and the resurrection… cannot die anymore, because they are like angels and are children of God.”

 

And then he quotes the very scripture the Sadducees claim to honor: Exodus 3:6. God says to Moses, “I am the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob.” Notice the verb tense here—am, not was. God is—present tense—the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. Which means that even though they died long ago, they still live in God.

 

And then Jesus delivers one of the most remarkable lines in all of Holy Scripture: “He is not God of the dead, but of the living; for to him all of them are alive.”

 

Friends, that is resurrection. It’s not about biology—it’s about belonging. It’s not about life after death—it’s about life beyond fear. Resurrection means that life in God is never over, never lost, never gone. To God, all are alive.

 

That’s good news for those who grieve—but it’s also good news for those who live. Because if resurrection is real, then it’s not something we simply wait for—it’s something we participate in now. And on this Consecration Sunday, that’s exactly what we are doing: participating in the living work of God. 

 

This morning, we’ll ask God’s blessing upon our 2026 pledge commitments—our Tell Out My Soul campaign. These estimates of giving aren’t just about maintaining the institution or paying the bills; they’re acts of resurrection faith.

 

The Greek word for resurrection literally translates “to stand up again. Resurrection is standing up again. After grief. After exhaustion. After doubt. After years when hope feels too costly or faith feels too fragile.

 

Every pledge, every act of generosity, every prayer for the future of this church—each is a form of rising again. A standing up again in faith. We stand up again as people of the living God, declaring that this community is vibrant. That Christ’s ministry with us is growing. That the Spirit still moves through us to bring healing, justice, compassion, and joy into a world that often feels like it’s dying of cynicism, apathy, and despair.

 

I think about this sanctuary—this holy space filled each week with the living presence of God and the living faith of God’s people. When a child splashes at the baptismal font or a choir anthem rises to the rafters, when bread is broken and wine is poured, when hands are held and prayers are whispered—these are not signs of a church that once was. No, you are the living, breathing Body of Christ here and now.

 

And our giving—our stewardship—is not a transaction. It’s an act of resurrection. It says, We believe in life. We believe in love that outlasts death. We believe in the God of the living.

 

The Sadducees’ mistake was assuming that death has the last word. Jesus’ answer tells us that the last word belongs to God—and God’s word is life. That truth is not abstract. It’s not only about heaven someday. It’s as close and as tangible as this moment—where we, the living, gather to commit ourselves again to the life of God in this place.

 

So let me offer you a question—not a trick one, but a real one: Where in your life do you need to “stand up again”? Where have fear, regret, or weariness kept you sitting down, holding back, staying small? Where do you need God’s resurrecting power to lift you up once more?

 

Because the God of the living invites us to rise—to trust that we are not done, that the story of Holy Apostles is not finished, that the story of your soul is not done. When we rise in generosity, in faith, in love, we proclaim resurrection in the here and now.

 

Years ago at my first parish, a parishioner on a fixed income confided in me, “I’m not sure my pledge will make much difference.” My response was, “You have no idea how much it will.” Because the miracle of resurrection is that even the smallest seed of faith can grow into something beautiful—much like the mustard seed Jesus spoke of earlier in Luke.

Even the smallest act of generosity can change a life. Even the faintest prayer of hope can ripple through this community and raise someone else up. That’s what the Church is meant to be: a gathering of people who stand up again and again, trusting that God’s life flows through us, through our giving, through our love.

 

So today, as we offer our 2026 pledges, as we tell out our souls, we do so not as people trying to prove something to God, but as people already held in the life of God. We give because we are alive. We serve because God’s Spirit breathes in us. We hope because resurrection is real.

 

The same God who raised Jesus from the dead raises us still—raises our courage, our compassion, our commitment—to build up the ministry of Christ Jesus in this place. We are, all of us, standing up again. And when we do, the world catches a glimpse of what resurrection looks like: not only life after death, but life before death. Not only heaven to come, but heaven breaking in—right here, right now.

 

“He is not God of the dead, but of the living; for to him all of them are alive.”

That means Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob are alive.
That means Mary and Elizabeth are alive.
That means the Holy Apostles and all beloveds who have gone before us—their love, their faith, their generosity—are alive.
And that means you and I are alive too.

Alive to give.
Alive to love.
Alive to rise...

In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.

Amen.