2239 He came out and went, as was his custom, to the Mount of Olives; and the disciples
followed him. 40 When he reached the place, he said to them, Pray that you may not come into
the time of trial. 41 Then he withdrew from them about a stones throw, knelt down, and
prayed, 42 Father, if you are willing, remove this cup from me; yet, not my will but yours be
done. [[43 Then an angel from heaven appeared to him and gave him strength. 44 In his anguish
he prayed more earnestly, and his sweat became like great drops of blood falling down on the
ground.]] 45 When he got up from prayer, he came to the disciples and found them sleeping
because of grief, 46 and he said to them, Why are you sleeping? Get up and pray that you may
not come into the time of trial.
2344 It was now about noon, and darkness came over the whole land until three in the
afternoon, 45 while the suns light failed; and the curtain of the temple was torn in two. 46 Then
Jesus, crying with a loud voice, said, Father, into your hands I commend my spirit. Having
said this, he breathed his last. 47 When the centurion saw what had taken place, he praised God
and said, Certainly this man was innocent. 48 And when all the crowds who had gathered
there for this spectacle saw what had taken place, they returned home, beating their breasts.
49
But all his acquaintances, including the women who had followed him from Galilee, stood at a
distance, watching these things.
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SERMON
A Radical Release
This truth is seen most clearly in the bookends of our passage, those powerful prayers of Jesus
to his Father: Father, if you are willing, remove this cup from me; yet, not my will but yours be
done and Father, into your hands I commit my Spirit. In these brief prayers, there is a
universe of meaning and weight. They occupy a liminal space between doubt and faith,
questions and answers, knowledge and mystery, life and death.
Jesus cries out to his Father and throws himself entirely on the willingness of his Father to do
something that God ultimately does not do! God is not willing to let this cup pass. And yet, Jesus
casts himself and his soul entirely on the unknown will of his Father. Jesus genuinely does not
seem to know what his Fathers answer may be here.
Similarly, when Jesus commits his Spirit into his Fathers hands, it is a complete abandoning of
his entire self for God to do whatever he wants! His Father had already said no to Jesus prior
prayer (He would not let this cup pass), and yet Jesus is still willing to leave his present and his
futurein both this life and the nextentirely in the hands of his Father.
This shows us a radical faith, not in observable outcomes are even believed doctrines, but
purely in who this God iseven when we are not 100% confident exactly what it might look
like. The modernist poet Wallace Stevens expresses this tension well in one of his most
beautiful poems, "The Well Dressed Man with a Beard":
Easter Tension
It is my belief that we move too quickly to Easter in this time of year. In a cosmic sense, this
universeand our livesare currently stuck between the Cosmic Good Friday and Cosmic
Easter. We must learn what it means to live in this tensionto fully inhabit it and occupy it. The
Christian life is one of process, growth, and abandon to the God that is bigger than our
certainty.
Our world lives in Good Friday. Philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche famously said that God is
dead. But have you ever read the full quote from when he first said this? He said:
"God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we
comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers?"
--Friedrich Nietzsche, The Gay Science
This statement by Nietzsche wasnt some statement of arrogant atheistic certitude. It was a
lament; a description of the reality in which so many of us live. Looking over the history of our
world, he points out to us that humanity has destroyed the pillars that held up all meaning for
our existence. All the transcendence on which our future hope was based has been shattered as
humans have based more and more of their sense of meaning and purpose on this world and
this life here and now.
In a sense, Nietzsche is saying that this world exists in a kind of Saturday after Good Friday; a
kind of world where God "feels" dead, where the things of God feel more like the hauntings of a
ghost from one long dead, where the cries of the dying God on the Cross echo and reverberate
against the walls of our lives.
And again, for those of us that have felt this sense of Divine Death (and Id argue its all of us),
this isnt an expression of pride, arrogance, sin, Christian immaturity, or some lack of faith. It is
pressing all the more deeply into the weighty, middle space in which this world lives and our
souls exist. Feeling this way is simply being human.
Notice that in our text, Jesus does not move immediately to Resurrection. In none of his prayers
does he mention it. He doesnt stare death and evil in the face and blithely say, Oh, its fine.
Gods good and Ill be raised again in a few days. He fully inhabits the unknowing, the fear, and
temptation to cling to what he knows here and now and forget the rest. To be the best
pleasing religious person possible without the deep existential abandon of giving oneself over
entirely to God.
He enfolds this middle space of doubt, questioning, unknowing, and Divine Abandonment into
his own experience. And so when we experience those things, we are not far from God, but
rather are closer to the very life of God.
And so we see that Easter and Resurrection life can only come if we pass through death. And
not just physical death, but death to our certainty, death to our desires, death to our comfort,
death to our very will in this world.
So Liberti Church, may you dwell deeply in the darkness of Good Friday, and learn to do so
well. And may we, together, rage, rage against the dying of the light. In the name of the
Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. AMEN.
To close the message, I will pray this prayer by St. Teresa of Avila, which is also printed in your
worship folder:
"If it is your will, my God, let us die with you.... Living without you is nothing
but dying over and over again. Living without you is nothing but living in
dread of the possibility of losing you forever."
-- St Teresa of Avila, The Interior Castle