Sunday, May 22, 2011

Celebrating Generations of Faith-full People

This year the first Baby Boomers turn 65!

We are charged with passing on our faith to the new generations.
We gather to praise God for days long passed,
and to praise God for days to come.

Deuteronomy 6:4-7a
Revelation 7:9-17

All right, here we are again.
Our annual quiz time.
Who here knew that May is Older Adults Month?
Who here knew that this is Older Adults Sunday?
Who here knew that this begins Older Adults Week?
(Well, it actually isn’t. The rest of the world celebrates it the first week of May – but we had something else to celebrate then, so here we are today.)

Who doesn’t give a flip, one way or the other?

Perhaps we should, though.

We are an aging people.
We are getting older all the time.
We are all aging – for sure, some more graceful than others – but we are all getting older with each passing day.
And, in spite of all the ads, in spite of how hard we may try, there is nothing we can do about it – except, perhaps, to laugh.

I agree with the wag that came up with a list of how they are dealing with aging:

As I get older, I still find that I can still be the life of the party... even when it lasts until 8 p.m

And, I am becoming very good at opening childproof medicine bottle caps – with a hammer.

And, I'm usually interested in going home before I get to where I am going.

More and more, I find that I'm the first one to find the bathroom wherever I go.

My friend says that I'm smiling all the time because I can't hear a word you're saying.

We all know someone who is very good at telling stories.....over and over and over and over.

I am constantly reminding Suzanne, that I am not grouchy, I just don't like traffic, waiting, crowds, children, politicians...

But, I do notice that I have trouble remembering simple words like.........

And I seem to be thinking more about the hereafter with each passing day. More and more I find myself entering a room, looking around, and saying “now what am I here after?”

I seem to be more and more anti-everything now: anti-fat, anti-smoke, anti-noise, anti-inflammatory.....

So I am beginning the initial stage of my golden years: SS, CD's, IRA'S, AARP.....

And, I am convinced that they are making adults much younger these days.


I remember visiting a lady who hadn't come out of her house in two or three weeks.
When I visited her, it didn't seem like anything was particularly wrong, and so I asked her why she was in bed.
She asked me how old I thought she was.
That's always a trick question.
She was 86, but she carried herself well, and thought she could surely pass for a much younger person.

Then she told me the story of going into a drugstore three weeks before, and, it being an extremely hot and hazy and humid day everybody was talking about it.
She was standing in line at the checkout and realized beads of sweat were welling up on her forehead.
She got her hanky out to wipe her brow, and said to the clerk, "Going to be ninety-seven today."

The man reached across the counter, shook her hand and said, "Happy birthday."
She went home and took to her bed.

I know, when I first got my bifocals it took some time for me to get used to them – to get used to seeing out of them, and to get used to how much older I knew it must make me look.
I knew of a lady in her 40s who just refused to wear her bifocals because she thought they made her look older.
One day, however, when I stopped by, she had her glasses on.
I asked her, "How long have you been wearing those?"
She said, "Since yesterday, as I was baking some
tollhouse cookies I picked up the fly swatter and
killed four chocolate chips."

Sometimes we almost wait too late.
When I accompanied a 96-year-old-man to the Broomall Nursing Home who, for an admissions interview by a social worker.
The alert, twinkling-eyed, 96-year-old man was asked, "Did you have a happy childhood?"
His answer was, "So far, so good!"

Some of you know full well that our whole CONCEPT OF AGING has changed over the years, hasn't it?
Do you remember when you thought that seventy was really old?

Mike Wallace is still around on tv every once and a while at age 93.

At age 92, Andy Rooney still records a commentary each week for 60 Minutes – although they seem to be no longer airing them every week.

Jack Lalanne died this year at age 96.
I’m going to be 70 this year, and I remember when Jack Lalanne celebrated his seventieth birthday.
Do you remember Jack Lalanne?
He celebrated his 70th birthday by swimming the mile across Long Beach Harbor towing 70 boats containing 70 people.
And, he did it by holding the rope in his teeth,
and he was handcuffed and wearing leg shackles!

I heard Paul Harvey tell about a lady who was 103. Her name was Eva Reitzel.
When asked her formula for living to be a healthy, active 103, she responded in only nine words:
"Stay away from doctors – and stay away from men." Sound like anyone you know?

All of us know people who exemplify a healthy approach to getting older, don’t we?

Some of you know, that I clip newspaper articles – especially articles pertaining to topics that I think have great implication for you and me.

Maybe you saw the article about Fran Lasee – it appeared a while back.
Fran Lasee became one of my heroes when I read this.
At the time of the article, Fran Lasee was 83, and bowled four times a week.

The article related that Fran Lasee had just thrown 30 of a possible 36 strikes to become the oldest man in the United States to bowl an 800-plus series.

He bowled an 834 in the Aurora BayCare Senior Classic at Willow Creek Lanes.
Fran Lasee, who turned 83 in December, bowled three games of 279, 290 and 265.

And there was this about the professor at Messiah College, near Harrisburg, who retired in 2004 at the age of 104.
Two years before his retirement, at 102, Professor Ray Crist was named America's oldest worker.
Dr. Crist said he plans to spend his retirement years researching a variety of subjects and writing academic papers.
He said,
"When you have a mission, you go after it.
And I am still going after it."

You know, this aging of the population is only a recent phenomenon.
Today, one out of every nine Americans is old.
This has not always been the case.
As late as 1930, there were less than seven million older Americans.

This year the first Baby Boomers turn 65!
Every single day now for the next 19 years 10,000 people will turn 65 – over 3.6 million this year alone!

And by 2012, Americans age 50 or older will have swelled to more than 100 million.

Did you know that:
Two-thirds of all persons sixty-five or older who have ever lived are alive today!

Did you know that:
Today there are over 80 million Americans over the age of fifty.

Did you know that:
"American seniors now outnumber the entire population of Canada."

Did you know that:
By 2040, 25 percent of the American population will be over sixty-five.
The nation's number one magazine is Modern Maturity Magazine – with more readers than Time and Newsweek combined!

Since 1900, ten years have been added to the median age of the U.S. population.
Since 1950, the number of Americans over one hundred years has grown more than ten times.

And, we know that our attitudes toward aging are changing.
I like to refer to this particular study that came out a while back:
In the early 1960s, a group of middle-class, middle-aged people were asked their opinions on the best ages for various life events, and how old people are at various life stages.

Some time later – 30 years or so, the study was repeated.

An amazing change had occurred.

Consensus had dropped regarding every item of the questionnaire.
In the first study, "a young man" was considered to be a man between the ages of eighteen and twenty-two.
Thirty years later, the people defined a young person as being anywhere from eighteen to forty years old.
The authors of the study noted that "What is extraordinary about this, is that in the public mind youth appears to have expanded from a period lasting roughly four years to a period of about twenty-two years – more than five times longer!

As we get older, our attitudes toward aging change, don’t they?

As a young person in the 60's railing against the establishment, our mantra was “you can’t trust anyone over the age of 30.”
Well, when we became 30 we had to change our tune.

Many people are discovering today that life really does begin at forty.

Today's forty-year-old can possibly look forward to another half-century of productive living.
Some people observe that today’s 60 is yesterday’s 40.

Even though the Baby Boomers are turning 65, according to a Pew Research study, they don’t consider themselves old at all, and most are not even considering retiring any time soon, thank you very much.

They are destined to impact how the world perceives the golden age just as they have their young adult years in the 60's and middle age as well.

And, all of this is reflected in the churches today.

Our reading today from the book of the Revelation is a picture of Heaven.
The language is symbolic but the lesson is real.

John sees before the throne of God a huge crowd of so many people no could count them,
from every nation, every tribe, every people and every language, standing before the throne and in front of the Lamb.
They are wearing white robes and holding palm branches in their hands.

Who are these people?
They are persons who have gone through great suffering;
they have washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb.
Therefore, says John,
"God . . . will spread his tent over them.
Never again will they hunger;
never again will they thirst.
The sun will not beat upon them,
nor any scorching heat.
For the Lamb at the center of the throne will be their shepherd;
he will lead them to springs of living water.
And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes." (NIV)

Who are the people standing before the throne of God?
They are those who stood their ground in the time of testing.
They are those who gave their lives for their faith.
They are those whose sacrifices made it possible that we might gather in the sanctuary this day.

Who are these people dressed in white?
They are men and women, young and old from every nation and race on earth.
They are bound by one bond – they sought to walk in the footsteps of the Risen Christ.
And, now they reside with God where they will never suffer again.

Who are these people dressed in white?
They are people of courage and compassion,
people who cared more than other people care,
people who were not afraid of tough decisions,
people who were willing to sacrifice for their faith.

The question that confronts us this day is,
will we be among them?
How much do we care?
How willing are we to stand in the hour of testing?

The picture we have in the book or Revelation is a wonderful vision of the rewards that come to those who have patiently waited and worshiped and worked for Christ.

Remember this, people of faith.
The Lord – and the Lord alone – is our God.
Love the Lord your God with all your heart,
with all your soul,
with all your strength.
Never forget these commandments . . .
Teach them to your children –
pass the faith on from generation to generation.

You see, from my perspective, Calie and Jake,
and Bethany and Bryce,
and Amelia, and other child who should come through those doors,
are very very fortunate –
they are fortunate in at least three ways:
  • they have parents who want them to know the faith that has been passed down to us;
  • and they have you and me – an extended family of doting grand-parents to show them what is possible in life,to encourage them along the way, and to pass on concrete examples of how faith interacts with life;
  • and they have this church –a place where they know they are accepted and wanted and cared for –a place that passes on the stories of the faith that have been handed down to us, a place that exposes chinks in the armor of the culture around us –providing examples of glimpses of life as it is meant to be lived.

As long as I am here and as long as these doors are open,
these children will be welcomed always –
and I will continue to let them know that it is no accident that all these gray heads are here.

One preacher calls what we do here a family reunion – a family reunion that gathers every Sunday.

Where else will a child ever experience being a group of adults that know the child’s name –
and expresses care and concern for the child as a person?

Today we celebrate the generations.
We are charged with passing on our faith to the new generations.
We gather to praise God for days long passed,
and to praise God for days to come,
let our aim be to move from strength to strength, forever praising God.
Amen.

This sermon was a part of the Sunday worship service at Christ Presbyterian Church in Drexel Hill, Pennsylvania, USA, May 22, 2011.

Sunday, May 15, 2011

It Takes A Church to Raise A Family

Children who go to church are rewarded with SIGNIFICANTLY reduced likelihood of problems and risks, and a happier, healthier, longer life.


“Teach your children well,” Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young sang to a generation.
“And feed them on your dreams.”

“Fix these words of mine into your mind and being,”
God tells his people in our Scriptural writing.
“Teach them to your children.”

Jesus said:
"Let the children come to me, and don't get in their way.”

Children are important to Jesus.
Children are important to the Church.
Children are important to our society.
Children are important to everyone in this room.

The truth of the matter is that no matter how we slice it,
no matter how we may think otherwise,
no matter how much we may ignore it,
children spend their days watching us.

They watch what we do.
They watch what we say.
They watch how we do what we do.
And, they learn from it.

It is from us they get the clues as to what is important in life.
It is from us they receive the values with they will try to live their lives.
It is from us they understand right and wrong behavior.
It is from us they that a faith is passed on – or not.

Like it, or not;
Believe it, or not;
Understand it, or not;
but you and I are being observed right this very moment.

Children learn by watching you.
Scientific studies confirm this time and time again.

A child’s behavior is more affected by what they observe from their parents than by any other source.
A parent has more affect on a child than any peer group.
A parent has more affect on a child than any educational experience.
A parent has more affect on a child than television.
A parent has more affect on a child than anything.
Children look to parents for clues as to how to be the person they will become.

Today, churches all over the country are celebrating Christian family week.

You know, the one sign I put up out there on State Road that got the most response – more unsolicited comments and conversations reported – than any other sign ever was one that read:
It takes a church to raise a family.

It takes a church to raise a family.
It may take a village to raise a child,
but It takes a church to raise a family.

Our faith is quite interested in family –
not only the so-called nuclear family where needs are met and values learned,
but also the extended family,
where each of us
are brothers and sisters,
aunts and uncles
for each other --
helping shape values and morals
and extending care and support
for the vicissitudes of life,
and also because we are part of the family of God:
each of us sons and daughters of God –
related to each other sharing similar characteristics:
emotional, social, physical, intellectual and spiritual characteristics.

It is good that we should have this day to celebrate the family and all it means to us.
Because, it is in the family that we learn who we are.
It is in the family that our identity is established.
It is in the family that we become a person.

I suspect that some of us received that message from our parents somewhere along life̓s journey:
“Remember who you are.”
It is in the family that we learn who we are.
Are we persons of worth, persons of value?
Are we bright, capable, persons of promise?

In the family that we learn who we are.
We also learn what is expected of us.
This is where our own personal moral compass gets calibrated.
This is where the plumb line is set for what is right and wrong.

I’ve shared this with some of you before – maybe you remember reading it somewhere.
For nearly 30 years now, one educator has been
asking high school seniors a fascinating question,
‘Would you save your dog or a stranger first if both were drowning?”
If you were there and saw a stranger and your dog both in the river drowning, which would you attempt to save first?
Which one would you try to save?

Here is what he found:
One-third of the audience always votes for the dog, one-third always votes for the stranger,
and one-third always find the question too difficult.

But, then, another question is asked.
The students who voted to save the person, are asked, “Are the students who voted to save the dog wrong?”
And, curiously, over 30 years, and thousands of students,
not one student has ever said that the others are wrong.

Their argument is always the same:
“Listen, I personally feel that I should save the person, but they feel they should save their dog.”

This educator contends, after much research,
that the feeling of love has supplanted God – or religious principle – as the moral guide for young people.
What is right has been redefined in terms of what a person feels.

Those of us who are pet lovers might be sympathetic to these young people̓s ethical dilemma.
But, the point is that many people today have no fixed point of reference for their values except
what they feel —
and, we know all too well, feelings can be fickle
and feelings can be unreliable – even a feeling as noble as that of love.

We need principles that grow out of our faith in God and our understanding of God̓s plan for life.
These principles and values we learn in the family.

It is in the family that we first develop our sense of who we are.

Every child has a right to a secure, happy home life.
Every child has a right to the love and nurture of his or her parents.

Akin to identity is the question of self-worth.

The author of several excellent books on raising children cautions us that,
“A child can learn to doubt his worth at home even when he is deeply loved by his parents!
Destructive ideas find their way into his thinking process, leading him to conclude that he is ugly or incredibly stupid or that [s]he has already proved himself to be a hopeless failure in life.”

The famous Psychiatrist Dr. Alfred Adler had an experience when a young boy which illustrates just how powerful such a belief can be upon behavior and ability.
He got off to a bad start in arithmetic and his teacher became convinced that he was “dumb in math.”
The teacher then advised the parents of this “fact” and told them not to expect too much of him.
They too were convinced.

Alfred Alder passively accepted the evaluation they had placed upon him.
And his grades in arithmetic proved they had been correct.

One day, however, he had a sudden flash of insight and thought he saw how to work a problem the teacher had put on the board, and which none of the other pupils could work.
He announced as much to the teacher.
She and the whole class laughed.
That’s when he became indignant, went up to the blackboard, and worked the problem – much to their amazement.

In doing so, he realized that he could understand arithmetic.
He felt a new confidence in his ability,
and went on to become a good math student.

We need to encourage our children.
We need not only to surround them with love but we need to help them feel competent as persons.

This church is committed to be here for you parents who are raising children –
to helping you with your parenting task –
surely the most important job you will ever undertake.

We are compiling a Growing Resource Center – a library of books and videos and articles that are available to you to peruse and use.
We are seeking materials to send to you on a regular basis when you cannot be here to help in the faith and values development task with children.

And we have an on-going educational experience here every Sunday morning designed to form values and a faith that is seen through Biblical stories and understandings.

And more is planned.

There is something going on here.
And you are invited to be a part of it.

In James Michener's novel CHESAPEAKE, a participant in a Quaker wedding says to the young couple, "When thee has children, be sure they are taught to know Jesus. It is a fearful thing to rear children who know not the Christian faith."

And that is true, wouldn’t you say?

Place these words on your hearts.

Get them deep inside you.

Teach them to your children.

Talk about them wherever you are,

sitting at home or walking in the street;

talk about them from the time you get up in the morning until you fall into bed at night.

You may know that I spend a significant amount of my study time collecting recently published reports of research projects from researchers all over the world in many fields of interest.
You may be interested to know that recent studies from researchers at Duke University,
Indiana University,
The University of Michigan,
The Center for Disease Control,
Barna Research Group,
and the National Institute for Healthcare Research
reveal some surprising results:

A child that participates in a community of faith regularly – such as a weekly church service and/or an weekly church school experience –
  • can expect an increase the average life expectancy by 8 years,
  • will significantly reduce their use and risk from Alcohol, Tobacco and Drugs,
  • will dramatically lower their risk of suicide,
  • will help them rebound from depression 70% faster,
  • will dramatically reduce their risk for committing a crime,
  • improves their attitude at school and increases their school participation,
  • will reduce their risk for rebelliousness,
  • actually reduces the likelihood that they would binge drink in college,
  • dramatically improves their odds for a "very happy" life,
  • provides them with a life-long moral compass, and, as a bonus,
  • gets them to wear their seat belts more often!

Let the children come to me.
Bring them to church.
Bring them to Sunday School.

In study, after study, after study, we see that children who actively engage in a faith community on a regular basis are rewarded with SIGNIFICANTLY reduced likelihood of problems and risks, and significantly improved odds of a happier, healthier, longer life.

And, that’s what we wish for them, isn’t it?

Teach your children well.

In his life and in his teachings Jesus elevated the role of relationships high above every other human responsibility.
We were created out of love,
and we were created for love.
God̓s very nature is love.

The ties that bind us together as individual families, and as the family of Christ,
are sacred ties that are not to be severed
except in the most extraordinary of circumstances.

Our children may make all kinds of grievous mistakes in life,
but they need to know that there are two places where they can always receive forgiveness, nurture and love.

That is at home and at the church.

Part of our responsibility is to create a secure place to which they can return.
Everyone needs that.
Everyone.

That is why Jesus told a parable about a young man who went off to a far country and came back home defeated and in disgrace.
But, his father welcomed him with open arms.

Everyone needs a place like that, don’t you think?

Everyone needs a place where they learn a healthy sense of their own identity.

Everyone needs a place where they are taught principles and values that will last them a lifetime.

Everyone needs to know that they can always go back home and back to church.

In a real sense, that is what we are about here at Christ Presbyterian Church.

We are about homebuilding,
we are about people-making,
we are about setting values and plumb-lines,
we are about acceptance.
We are family.

In a very real and profound sense, no matter what you may say,
no matter what you may do,
no matter where you may go,
this a place of open arms –
where everyone knows your name,
and you are welcomed,
and you are acknowledged,
and you are expected.
Amen.

This is a sermon that the congregation of Christ Presbyterian Church in Drexel Hill, Pennsylvania, USA, heard during a worship service May 15, 2011.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Risus Paschalis: Easter Laughter

Jesus must have been grinning from ear to ear! – grabbing his friends by the neck, hugging and rustling hair. . . .

There is no doubt in my mind that these disciples happy people when they encountered the Risen Christ.


They must have been laughing and carrying on.
They knew the joke was on them, because they hadn’t believed what they had been told.


Long ago in southern Germany, in Bavaria, during the late middle ages there was a custom in many of the Christian churches of that region that seems quite unusual to us.

At the end of the Easter church service, the Easter Mass, the priest would leave the altar and come down among the people and lead the congregation in what was called the Risus Paschalis – which means "the Easter laughter."

It was a time for telling funny stories
and a time to sing comical songs,
and the church would ring with laughter.

Of course the point was obvious, the laughter echoing through the church was a tangible testimony to the merriment born out of the tidings of Easter:
Jesus is alive and loose among us.
All the forces that conspired to lay him in his tomb, the fury, the lovelessness,
the violence, the vaunted powers of kings and empires, they are all made a laughing stock.

Do you get it?
It's a thing to ponder:
the laughter of God,
the laughter of God’s people rolling out into the spring time world from doors and windows of churches where the story is told on an Easter day.

Laughter is a great gift of God,
and I think those ancient medieval Christians in Bavaria were right to give a space for mirth and laughter in the Easter worship of the church.

And so, each year on this Second of Easter we come and celebrate that utterly unique thing that is the Risus Paschalis, the Easter laughter.

Certainly the most obvious element of this laughter is joy.

But, I think there is a great deal more than just joy.

You see the laughter of this day is the laughter that bursts forth when the totally unexpected,
the completely unanticipated,
the utter surprise of a thing strikes us.



OK. Well, here’s the deal:
I have three sets of sermon notes up here.
The 30 minute version cost costs a dollar a head,
And, I have 20 minute version for 10 dollars a head,
And, I have a 10 minute version for $50 a person!
So if the ushers will come forward and pick up the offering and count it, we’ll see which version you paid for!

I think it was Mark Twain, that supposedly told about his idea of a good sermon.
He said, in his mind, a good sermon would have a great beginning and a great conclusion – and they would be as close together as possible.

I think I told some of you about this strange call I got not long ago(?)
Do you remember?
This distraught lady told me her cat had just died and he had been with her for some 18 years.
That cat was family to her.
The only family she had.
And, she wanted to know if I would do a memorial service for the dead cat.

I told her that really, we didn’t do that sort of thing here, maybe she should try one of the Roman Catholic churches nearby and I gave her the phone numbers of two of them.

She thanked me gratefully and said this was all pretty new to her, and that she knew they would want her to make some sort of contribution to their church – what did I think was appropriate for her to offer them?
Would $30,000 be appreciated?

Being no dummy, I immediately blurted out,
“Oh, you didn’t tell me your cat was Presbyterian!”
Let’s talk this over . . .

Imagine, if you can, being part of the group of disciples on the evening of that first Easter day. They had witnessed a disturbing set of events.
Their leader, the one to whom they had sworn their allegiance, the one they thought was going to lead them and the world into a new tomorrow, was tortured, ridiculed, crucified, dead, (for sure,) and buried.
And then, on this third day, they found the tomb in which he was placed, open, and his body missing –
taken by whom?,
removed to where?,
and why?

They suspected sadism, I’m sure.

The authorities or some enemies just wanted to make sure this troublemaker would never be heard from again.

They were afraid.

What did all of this mean for them?

For sure, the authorities would be coming after them now.

What to do?

They gathered behind locked doors – fearing the worst.

So, there they were, wringing their hands, sighing Ain’t it awful?”
When, lo and behold, the-e-e-e-re was Jesus.
Can’t you just see and feel what happened?

“Oh man, you really did it this time!
You really put one over on us!
You got us good!
And what about the others?
Just wait until they get a load of this!”

You see, the Risen Christ was the punch line of God’s Great Surprise.
The resurrection of Jesus is the greatest surprise in the history of humanity.
Until then, once people died and were buried, they stayed put.

There is no doubt in my mind that these disciples happy people when they encountered the Risen Christ.

They must have been laughing and carrying on.
They knew the joke was on them, because they hadn’t believed what they had been told.

And now the joke is on all those who refuse to believe.

This is the Easter surprise, the Easter laugh, the Easter joy.

C.K. Chesterton wrote that “surprise is the secret of joy.”

And, far from being so solemn and placid like he is portrayed in so many pictures, Jesus must have been grinning from ear to ear! –
grabbing his friends by the neck, hugging and rustling hair.

Zig Zigler writes that “the most destitute person in the world is the one without a smile.”
This is when the disciples broke out of their situation – no longer were they feeling destitute.

A church historian has pointed out that in days of yore, every Easter sermon began with a joke.

Somehow, we have misguidedly equated somberism with Christianity.

Clearly, this was not the case in the very beginning.

Those early Christians were so surprised by their Risen Friend that they must have been ecstatic! – totally joyous –completely joy-filled.

Today in many parts of the world, many Protestant, Catholic and Orthodox countries celebrate Easter Monday as a day of “joy and laughter” with parties and picnics to celebrate Jesus’s resurrection.
It is called White Monday,
Bright Monday,
Dyngus Day,
and Emmaus Day in various countries.

It is a time for the faithful to play practical jokes on one another,
a time to sing silly songs,
a time to dance.
It is a time for clergy and lay people to tell jokes and to have fun.

The custom of Easter Monday and Holy Hilarity Sunday celebrations are rooted in the musings of early church theologians like Augustine, Gregory of Nyssa and John Chrysostom that God played a joke on the devil by raising Jesus from the dead.
You see, Easter is seen as “God’s supreme joke played on that old imposter, death.”

The early theologians called it “risus paschalis” – the Easter laugh.
This theme has been passed down through the ages.

Francis of Assisi advised: “Leave sadness to the devil. The devil has reason to be sad.”

Meister Eckhart, a 13th century theologian, wrote:
“God laughed and begat the Son.
Together they laughed and begat the Holy Spirit.
And from the laughter of the Three, the universe was born.”

Martin Luther wrote: “God is not a God of sadness, but the devil is.
Christ is a God of joy.
It is pleasing to the dear God whenever one rejoices or laughs from the bottom of your heart.”

Easter is the morning when the Lord laughs out loud,
laughs at all the things that snuff out joy,
all the things that pretend to be all-powerful,
like cruelty and madness and despair and evil,
and most especially, the great pretender, death.

Jesus sweeps them away with his wonderful resurrection laughter.

Norman Vincent Peale wrote:
“laughter sweeps away the cobwebs from the mind.”

Paul talks about a resurrection appearance of Jesus before an audience of over 500 people.

One writer ruminates:

“[Now how would you think] 500-plus people react to an appearance by Jesus, the one who had been crucified and buried?
Would they applaud politely? (With a proper Presbyterian clap.)

My guess is that 500-plus folks rose to their feet with a standing ovation.

This was the most incredible comeback story of all time.

They would have jumped for joy and hugged their neighbors.

These 500-plus folks, because of Jesus, had the best belly laugh of their lives.

Easter had taught the 500-plus how to celebrate.”

We ought to pay attention, don’t you think?

Church historians indicate that there is considerable evidence that during the early centuries of Christianity, Easter celebrations went on for days – even weeks.

This picture on our bulletin is very appropriate for today.
Today, many churches all over the country are trying to lift up the hilaritas of the Easter season -- celebrating the risus paschalis: the Easter Laugh.

Laughter has been called God's holy medicine –
the ancients thought it to be exercise for the soul.

What a great idea, don’t you think?
Laughter is exercise for the soul!

In fact, there is a tremendous body of evidence being
accumulated today in schools from Johns Hopkins to
Stanford University Medical Schools and in countries
all over the world – evidence that supports this ancient idea:
that laughter is exercise for the soul and
actually affects our physical and mental health.

Today we celebrate the risus paschalis – God’s easter laugh.

The joke is on the devil.

The joke is on all who still think that life is defined by birth and death.

Jesus taught the early church how to laugh:
how to laugh at death.
how to laugh at appearances,
how to laugh in the face of all manner of difficulty.

Today, we remember God’s great surprise – and the word for each of us:

Turn to John 15:11

Like those early disciples, when you experience the risen Christ – joy is yours.

Paul can say:
“rejoice in all things.
Again, I say, rejoice!”

Easter is a time of deep surprise, the surprise of suddenly realizing that God makes all things right in ways we can never imagine.

On this second Sunday of Easter, I hope you can continue to feel the joy of encountering the Risen Christ for a long time to come. Amen.

Let’s stand and sing the disciple’s song:
I’ve got that joy, joy, joy, joy, down in my heart.

[If they didn’t know this particular song, they made up one just like it that first Easter night.]

The congregation of Christ Presbyterian Church in Drexel Hill, Pennsylvania, heard this sermon amidst an hour of hi-jinks, bloopers and gremlins during the worship service May, 1, 2011.