This morning my eyes beheld something not entirely unique, but still fairly special: April snow! It didn’t last long. It was gone by the time our Sunday worship service began. I spent our Sunday School hour watching it melt quite quickly off of our church roof. It is still glistening in the sunshine on the mountains outside my window but won’t be for long.
I spent the informal parts of our morning services talking to my congregants about the snow. Some were thrilled. One woke up at 4am just to watch it fall. Others were not quite as excited, a few choosing to sit the morning out in order to stay in the confines of their homes.
Overall the snow seemed to have a calming effect on my congregation. It’s effect was not too much different from a heavy dose of Nyquil. A full five minutes before we were set to begin worship, our full sanctuary was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. This became humorous the minute my son started screaming because someone (me) would not let him have something he wanted.
We began our service by showing an introduction video, (which you can watch below). We turned the lights off before playing it which was a mistake. The dark killed the last vestiges of energy and made everybody all the more sleepy. The opening songs wakened us up a little but not much. My sermon didn’t help much either. On such Sundays I often joke that I keep a pillow in the pulpit to pull out and use when the last faithful parishioner nods off!
It’s been a couple hours now. The sun is shining, the snow has melted and I am sitting here at my dining room table in my own Sunday afternoon stupor, worn out from another morning’s activities. While I sit here stupefied, or rather stuporified, my eyes can’t stop staring at one word in Matthew 21:10, at the end of the Triumphal Entry. “The whole city was STIRRED.”
The people were stirred. This means that they picked their heads up. They focused their eyes. They took notice. They were alerted. They were awakened. They maybe even were energized.
We should be so jealous!
To be honest, the last five weeks of my life have been anything but “stirring.” This time of life continues to take a large toll. There have been miles driven, poopy diapers changed, arguments with toddlers, marathon training, marathon board sessions, emotionally exhausting counseling sessions, long phone calls with mentors, family members and friends and on top of that many sleepless nights. In sum, the last five weeks have been the opposite of “stirring.” They have been exhausting. They have been numbing. They have been tiresome. And they have taken their own toll.
I don’t write this out of any illusion that I am alone in this exhaustion. My quiet sanctuary this morning certainly proved that we are all tired. We are all worn down. We all have been beaten up on this weary road we travel.
How badly we need to be stirred again! How badly we need to be awakened anew to the power and presence of life in our lives! How badly we need resurrection! How badly we long for Easter!
As I prepared to lead my congregation into Holy Week this morning I could not help but realize that I desperately need Easter. I need Resurrection. I need an uplift and a facelift! I need to be stirred again to the realities of life breaking into death, holiness breaking into sin, hope breaking into fear and light conquering darkness. I think you do too.
The sentiment about “stirring” only appears in Matthew. Luke, Mark and John go other directions. And not surprisingly it is followed by a very typically Matthean sentiment: “[They] asked, ‘Who is this?’ The crowds answered, “This is Jesus, the PROPHET from Nazareth in Galilee.”
From everything else we read in Matthew, he really loved pointing out Jesus was a prophet, particularly a teaching one. Allusions to the prophets appear in almost every story of Matthew’s gospels. And Jesus’ prophetic teachings are central for Matthew in a way that they are not for Luke and Mark and to a greater extent than they are for John.
So here is Evangelist Matthew reminding us again that Jesus is the prophet. Jesus is the divine stir stick. His prophetic teachings mix us all up, throwing us here and there, turn our heads, capture our hearts and awaken us, illuminate us revive and pull us towards that Glorious Easter Morning!
Do you need to be stirred again?
Tune back in tomorrow where we will look at some of the prophetic teachings that Jesus gave the week before he died.
Until then I hope Palm Sunday is still stirring your hearts and your minds. This video might help: