What I’m Thinking: Never Too Late

Jesus arrived after Lazarus had died. It’s a hard moment – Jesus shared the grief – but it turned out that he was not too late, because he was and is the resurrection and the life.

Here’s a transcript:

I’m thinking about the eleventh chapter of John’s Gospel (John 11:1-45), the resurrection of Lazarus.

It is a wonderful and uplifting story. It demonstrates that the power of Jesus was not limited to day-to-day life, but extended beyond life and was, in fact, a power over death. It features perhaps the deepest of Jesus’ “I am” statements: “I am the resurrection and the life.” It offers and reassures the promise of eternal life and resurrection for us all. It’s a marvelous story.

It also contains some truly troubling elements. It is this event that persuaded some of the leadership to seek an occasion where they could arrest Jesus and have him executed. That’s a harsh element of the story.

It is also a story that is marked with grief: the grief of Lazarus’ sisters Martha and Mary. Each of them expressed their faith in Jesus, but each of them also say something along the lines of, “If you had been here, my brother would not have died.” Onlookers say the same thing. If Jesus had been there in time — and John made clear Jesus might have been there in time — Lazarus would not have died.

What explanation we’re given, and it’s not much, is that Jesus saw this as an opportunity to demonstrate his power over death, to demonstrate that he had authority even beyond the veil. It’s not a satisfying explanation. I don’t think it even satisfied Jesus, who stood outside the tomb of Lazarus and wept.

What are we to say? I think we are to take our lead from Jesus’ own tears. We are the followers of one, we are the worshipers of a God, who knows our grief, who has shared our sense of loss. We believe in a God, we trust in a God, who knows how we have felt, who has felt what we have felt.

And whatever we might think or feel about the timing of Jesus’ arrival, it has to be said that for Jesus it was not too late. Yes, he might have prevented Lazarus from dying, and yes, there was some grieving that happened, and grief he participated in, but there was no such thing as being too late for Jesus. Illness was no barrier to him, death itself no barrier to him. There is no such thing as too late for Jesus in our lives.

And there is that marvelous “I am” statement. “I am the resurrection and the life.”

We trust in One who is not the agent of death, we trust in One who is not the agent of suffering, we trust in One who is the agent of life and renewed life.

“I am the resurrection and the life.” And this is the one in whom we trust. This is the one we follow.

That’s what I am thinking. I’m curious to hear with you’re thinking. Leave me your thoughts in the comment section below. I’d love to hear from you.

Pastor’s Corner: All Saints Day; Love and Tears

October 22, 2025

As this month ends, we will remember the ones who have blessed us and gone to God’s blessings on All Saints Sunday, October 26th. This service moves me every year as the rows of candles come alight and glow, revealing just how much brightness the saints among us have shown.

Their glow also reveals the traces of tears down our cheeks.

I would love to remember those who’ve blessed me with an unwounded heart. I would love to sing their praises unrestrainedly. I would love to speak of their virtues without a tremor. I would love to celebrate their life in God’s realm without regret. Of course, I cannot.

Grief cannot be disentangled from love. God holds our loved ones in tender care, in new life, and in everlasting love. I believe that’s true. It is also true that the soft words, the gentle hugs, and the merry smiles I’ve treasured in them are now lost to me save in memory. That hurts. I wish it didn’t, but it hurts.

We light our candles as a reflection of their brightness. We also light our candles to bring new light to our own hearts.

Come honor and remember the saints of our lives on October 26th. Come light a candle in their memory. Come and feel again the joy they brought you, and feel again the grief of their loss. Come celebrate the saints, and recall that one day we will be restored to one another in the gracious love of God.

In peace,

Pastor Eric

Pastor’s Corner: Honor with Tears

June 19, 2024

As I said in worship on June 9th, we have suffered a number of losses in our community lately, deaths of people who made a positive difference in the lives of their families, their homes, and Church of the Holy Cross. I have had to say the names with tears prickling at the corners of my eyes.

That is as it should be.

I wish that these friends now departed could have been with us longer with all the health, wisdom, talent, humor, and affection that we’ve known. I wish we could all have grown older together, and that includes those who died in their forties as well as those who died in their eighties. When I say “that is as it should be,” I’m not referring to the time of their passing.

I’m talking about our sadness.

Many times I’ve heard someone say to friends or family, “I don’t want anyone crying for me.” It’s a loving thing to say. A kind person doesn’t want their loved ones to be sad.

But the loss of a loving person will make us sad, no matter what they hope we’ll feel. We will remember the joys, yes, and tell the funny stories for certain, and we will do so with tears on our cheeks. Grief follows from love. When we love and lose, we mourn.

If you really don’t want anyone to weep for you, act badly. Be harsh. Be somebody nobody will miss.

Or be the kind and loving person that God called you to be, the one you’ve been for a lifetime. And accept that, for a time, we will honor your love with our tears.

In peace,

Pastor Eric

The image is of Mary Magdalene crying in a statue of Jesus laid in the sepulchre, 17th cent. Photo by User:Vassil – File:Sépulcre_Arc-en-Barrois_111008_12.jpg, CC BY 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=16942922.