Father John McGinn, Rector
Saint John’s Episcopal Church
Sandwich, Massachusetts 02563
May 20, 2007 7
EASTER
A little girl, aged five,
asked her mom, “Mom, when you die and go to heaven, every time you hear Gabriel
blow his horn, are you going to see if it is me coming?”
I want to talk for a few
minutes this morning about heaven. The
modern church probably does not address the subject of heaven often
enough. In fact, there are probably more
jokes about heaven than there are sermons.
A mother said that when her
nine-year-old granddaughter addressed a letter to God at the pearly gates of
heaven, it was returned by the post office.
Someone at the Postal Service had written across the envelope, “Nobody
at the post office is headed that way; sorry.”
St. Peter is very busy in
heaven, so he leaves a sign at the pearly gates, “For service, ring bell.” Away he goes - he barely gets started, when “bing,
bing” the bell rings. He goes to the
gates, and no one is there. He goes back
to work, when suddenly “bing, bing,” the bell rings again. He rushes back to the gates, but again, no
one is there. A little annoyed, St.
Peter goes back to work and suddenly, “bing, bing, bing,” the bell rings again,
and St. Peter goes back again, and no one is there. “Okay, that’s it,” St. Peter says. “I’m going to hide and watch to see what is
going on.” So St. Peter hides, and a
moment later, a little old man walks up and rings the bell, and St. Peter jumps
out and yells, “Ah ha! Are you guy who keeps ringing the bell?” “Yes, that’s me,” the little old man
said. “Well, why do you keep ringing the
bell and going away?” St. Peter asked.
The man replies, “They keep resuscitating me.”
And, of course, there’s that
little poem about heaven…
I was shocked, confused, bewildered as I entered heaven’s
door,
Not by the beauty of it all, by the lights or its décor.
But it’s the folks in heaven that made me sputter and
gasp,
The thieves, the liars, the sinners, the alcoholics, the
trash.
There stood the kid from seventh grade who swiped my
lunch money twice,
Next to him was my old neighbor who never said anything
nice.
Herb, who I always thought was rotting away in hell,
Was sitting pretty on cloud nine looking incredibly well.
I nudged Jesus, “What’s the deal? I would love to hear
your take.”
How did all these sinners get up here? God must have made a mistake.
And why is everyone so quiet, so somber? Give me a clue.”
“Hush child,” said He, “they’re all in shock. No one
thought they’d see
you!”
Here’s an interesting item I
want you to think about for a moment:
Investors’ Business Daily
reports a new study from Future Lab, a think tank in London, England. According to the study more people are
requesting they be buried with their cell phones. The trend began in South Africa; it spread to
Australia; it is now moving into Europe; the U.S. is next.
The article doesn’t say
whether people are afraid of being buried alive, or if some of them think they
will be able to make calls from within heaven’s gates. Some time back, Newsweek magazine published a
cover story about heaven, and according to their research, seventy-six percent
of Americans believe in heaven. However,
among those who believe, there is much disagreement over what heaven is
like. Nineteen percent believe heaven
looks like a garden; thirteen percent say it looks like a city, seventeen
percent don’t know. Seventy-five percent
of Americans believe that their actions on Earth determine whether they’ll go
to heaven. Most think that if they are
good they will get in. Interesting
study.
What do you believe about
heaven? There is no wrong answer, at
least none that can be given with any authority. The pictures we are given in scripture and in
literature are quite obviously symbolic.
Streets of gold, pearly gates…probably not. These are attempts to describe the
indescribable. The human brain is not
capable of grasping the idea of a spiritual realm, or even of eternity. These are truly beyond our
understanding. All we can do is use a
simile, an analogy, a metaphor. Heaven
is like that little patch of carpet where people waiting at an airline terminal
are reunited with their loved ones.
Anything more is just speculation.
And yet I think we need to think about heaven from time to time. We rarely think about eternity. If previous generations put too much emphasis
on what cynics call “pie in the sky by and by,” we have erred on the other
side.
Note our readings for the
day.
In the Gospel from John,
Jesus prays, “Father, I want those you have given me to be with me where I
am. To see my glory, the glory you have
given because you loved me before the creation of the world.”
The Epistle from the Book of
Revelation reads: “Blessed are those who wash their robes, that they may have the right to the tree of
life and may go through the gates into the city.“
Heaven is real. And that is the first thing I want to say
this morning. It is not wishful
thinking. Heaven is real. Life does not make sense otherwise. Unfortunately, we see death from the other
side of the street, and it is terrifying.
But our faith allows us to claim the promise of heaven.
What appears to be death is a
portal to a life transformed. I think
that makes sense. Life beyond the tomb
is a no greater mystery than life beyond the womb. It’s all a mystery, and surely God’s justice
as well as his love demands it. If this
world is all there is, then God owes an apology to those who have suffered
greatly in this world. The only thing
that makes their suffering bearable, is that on the other side, there is no
suffering, no heartache, no tears. Only
eternal peace and joy. Heaven is
real. And heaven is a gift.
That great theologian, Mark
Twain, once put it, “Heaven goes by favor.
If it went by merit, you would stay out and your dog would go in.” The Scriptures are very clear on this. No one has earned the right to dwell for
eternity with God. All have sinned and
fallen short of its glory. Heaven does
not depend upon our merit, but upon God’s love and God’s grace. God loves us because God loves us. God makes it possible for us to enjoy him
forever.
There’s a wonderful book
entitled, “In a Dark Wood, Journeys of Faith and Doubt.”
In this book a man has a dream
that he is dead and watches himself. He
sees himself going to the foot of a mountain where he is lifted up. He knows he is going to his judgment and he is afraid. He imagines a crowd of witnesses awaiting
him, and thinks,
“This is it; I am going to be judged.
They are all going to be there, and they are going to see everything I
have done in my life.” But when he
arrives, the only being there is Jesus,
and Jesus looks like a monk with a cowl over his head. But there is a light behind him so the man
can’t see Jesus’ face. And all Jesus
does is give him a huge hug, and Jesus says, “You silly man. Why are you worried? Did you think I didn’t love you? I do love you.
Nothing matters and you’ll do
just fine as you are.” The man wakes up
and nothing bothers him the way it used to.
The dream takes him back to the way he saw God in his early years. Talking to the holy God as a friend, he is
aware of God’s greatness for sure, but he’s not afraid of God anymore.
Heaven is not about us. It is all about God and what God has done for
us. Hopefully,
we will live lives of loving
service to our neighbors and to our world as a sign of our gratitude. But it is God who has redeemed us, and not we
ourselves. Heaven is real. Heaven is a
gift.
And finally, heaven emboldens us to live purposeful lives
here and now. That wonderful author of
the last century, Eugene O’Neill, brought that truth into sharp focus in a play
that he wrote years ago entitled, “Lazarus Laughed.” You remember the story of Lazarus in the
Gospel of John. He was the brother of
Mary and Martha, and what we remember most about him is that Jesus raised him
from the dead. In Eugene O’Neill’s play,
Lazarus makes his way back to his house.
The whole village is awe-struck.
And someone asked the question you or I would ask, “Lazarus, tell us
what it is like to die. What lies on the
other side of this boundary that none of us has crossed?” And Lazarus laughs and says, “There is no
death really. There is only life. There is only God. There is only incredible joy. And death is not the way it appears from this
side. Death is not an abyss into which
we go into chaos. It is rather a portal
through which we move into ever-lasting growth and everlasting life. The grave is as empty as a doorway is
empty. It is a portal through which we move into a greater
and finer life. Therefore, there is nothing to fear. Our great agenda is to learn to accept, to
learn to trust. We are put here to learn
to love more fully. There is only one
life. There is no death.” And Lazarus
begins to laugh.
His laughter begins to fill
the whole house, and soon Lazarus goes back to his daily tasks, but something
has changed. He is no longer the anxious
and fearful person he had once been. The
house where he lived becomes known as the ‘house of laughter.’ And night after
night you can hear singing and dancing.
And this messages that there is nothing to fear begins to spread
throughout the whole village. And the
quality of work in this home village of Bethany rises. People begin to live more humanely. And joy settles over the whole
community. Someone had come back from
the dead saying there was finally nothing to fear. Nothing to fear. Nothing to fear.
That is where we are
today. That is the good news of this
sermon. Nothing to fear. How liberating that is! We can live bold and triumphant and
purpose-filled lives! We can live in
anticipation of that day when we too shall pass through the portal that leads
to eternal life.
In the meantime, we can seek
to love as Jesus loves us. How much did
Jesus love us? So much that he asked God
that we might be where he is and enjoy his glory forever.
Amen