A Day of Silence and Gloom

Saturday. There is no special worship service on the Saturday of Holy Week. But it is known as Holy Saturday or The Day of Silence and Gloom. It was on Saturday that the world exeprienced the darkest day of all.

The disciples couldn’t have been any more fearful, distressed or depressed. All their hopes and dreams had been broken and then shattered with each successive hammer blow on the nails. And when they heard Jesus’ last words, “It is finished,” their hearts and spirits concurred as they spiraled down into to the darkness of depression; the kind of depression that only comes following the loss of someone you deeply love or the knowledge that everything you hold dear is gone or wrong.

Not only are there feelings of depression and anxiety there are also feeling of abandonment coupled with profound loneliness, even in a group. In their group there was a feeling of dread. Gloom covered their hearts and their eyes. So, deep and thick was the gloom and despair; so thick and overbearing that it silenced them. So they hid in the silence of their grief; hiding from the Romans as well as the Temple guards; hiding from each other; hiding from themselves.

Night was falling. The growing darkness all around matched the darkness of their hearts as they watched the stone rolled into place sealing the tomb. Shoulders slumped in defeat. Tear stained faces filled with grief covered heads hung low. They welcomed the night. It hid them from His accusers and those who had crucified Him. It hid them from each other.

They slid away into the darkness, silent and mute, too shocked, too grief filled to speak. The silence was almost deafening. Ironically, they each made their way back to the Upper Room. Where else could they go?

They sought each other's company but then remained silent and alone in their compnaionship. They could hear their own ragged breath, subdued sighs and moans of grief as loud as thunder across ocean waves. It was so loud in their own ears it occasionally made them jump in fear.

Jesus, the one they had hoped and believed was the Messiah, was dead and sealed in a tomb. It was a Day of Silence and Gloom.

National Tell A Lie Day

I love weird Holidays. Yesterday was Don't Go To Work Unless It's Fun Day (I went to work) and National Work Place Napping Day (I didn't) or Sauturday which is National Carmel Corn Day (I may or may not have some). But really, National Tell A Lie Day, that's what today is. We'll probably never find out who started this holiday. Those who say they did probably didn't and the anyone who says they didn't could be lying.

My observation is that, generally speaking, we are a very tolerant and forgiving people. We are tolerant of people's little foibles and eccentricities. We are even tolerant of little white lies. I'm sorry he can't come to the phone right now or she has someone in her office when we don't want to talk to a salesperson. Fisherman are known for the ever growing size of their latest catch. Grandparents are noted for grandizing their grandchildren's exploits. Most of us just consider this to simply be a part of life. But is it? Is it necessary? And what are the consequences?

I don't think the little lies are necessary. I think they are habits we fall into. Habits can be changed. Especially when we become aware that something we are doing is detrimental. Instead of saying, "He or she's not here," simply say, "I'm sorry they're not available at the moment, but please leave a messgae." No need to lie.

The recent outburst of Alec Baldwin (which was probably justified) over the two papparzzi who signed up for his new fiance's yoga class just so they could get a photo of the ring is an example. It's only a small "white" lie, so what's the big deal. The big deal is that we are the ones who have arbitraily categorized and prioritized what is and isn't a "white" lie. We've chosen what is acceptable. The problem is, every time we draw the line, someone else moves it and consequently the line just keeps moving.

Lying breaks trust. While we are tolerant and even forgiving of little "white" lies, they still chip away at the trust we have in others and the trust others have in us. If you've ever seen the movie The Shawshank Redemption, you know what can be done over a long period of time with a small rock hammer. Andy Duquenes didn't dig his way to freedom over night. But chip by little chip he continued to dig until that day that he was able to escape. Lying slowly chips away at the trust we have in and for each other. When you chip long enough, the wall you are chipping away at, suddenly collapses and you find yourself under the lies and mistakes of the past.

People generally begin crying out, "Why me?" when that happens. They forget all the other lies and wrongs that undermined their wall.

The point is, our descent into this current level of hell is not a giant leap, we descend one small step at a time. Sometimes the steps are nearly impercieveable but with each step down it gets harder and harder to turn around and head back up. Once you've lost the moral ground it's hard to gain it back. The gravity of your lies or what you have done holds you down like chains and weights. Trying to turn back and undo something is sort of like running up a down escalator that keeps speeding up. With each step you have to run faster just to maintain the current level.

So, please don't celebrate "Tell A Lie Day." Avoid it. You'll be much happier without this little holiday. And that's the truth.

Resurrection Restoration Car Show

Saturday, March 31st, our church, First United Methodist Church of Glen Rose, Texas held its First Annual Car Show. Someone asked me Why? Why are we hosting a Car Show?

That’s easy, I like cars. But that’s not the real answer. We wanted to do something unusual for the community as a nonthreatening outreach to those who may never darken the doors of our church or any church.

One of the most intimidating things for some people, is entering the Sanctuary of a Church for the very first time. Will they accept me? Will I make a mistake? Will I sit in the wrong place or a host of other fears.

We held our awards ceremony in the Sanctuary. They came in where it was cool, where we had a PA System and where a slideshow of the days events was being played. all in all it was a very inviting experience.

The other reason is that car show officianados and churches have very much in common. Those who restore and rebuild classic cars and everyone who drives a restored or rebuilt car has something in common with the church. We are all in the Restoration and Resurrection business.

In 2 Corinthians 5:17 (NRSV) the Apostle Paul wrote: “So if anyone is in Christ, there is a new creation: everything old has passed away; see, everything has become new!”

We have one thing that is very basic which we share. When restorers look at cars and when the chuch looks at people, we both see what they can be and not what they are now. We see them as they were originally created. A thing of beauty.

We do resurrection and restoration work. In the church we preach and help people live a life that reflects the resurrection of Jesus from the grave. And we help Restore broken lives and broken relationships. Car officianados raise the dead and restore life to old classics which, to most, are rusted and broken beyond repair.

We are all in the Resurrection Restoration business. What better way to celebrate that than on the Saturday before Palm Sunday, which is the beginning of Holy Week and leads up to Easter.