Thursday, April 30, 2015

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Just a reminder, VBS is coming up soon.  If you'd like to sign up, please contact us ASAP!


From last year's closing service

Times:  Mornings of May 25th to 28th.
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Sunday, April 26, 2015

Good Shepherd Sunday P - 2015 - The Wolf and the Lamb

Due to a slight technical difficulty, the recording process didn't begin until the end of the church service this morning.  We only caught the last few minutes of the service.  So we will be going back to the old method of sermon posting just for this week.  For this reason THIS SERMON CANNOT BE USED FOR SERMON NOTES BY CONFIRMATION STUDENTS!
- Pastor
He is risen, he is risen indeed!  Alleluia!  Amen.  Our text today are the Epistle and Gospel lessons just read, especially these words, “The good shepherd lays down his life for the sheep.”  Thus far our text.
This tremendous sermon was written by Pastor Will Weedon.  Once upon a time (a real time, mind you, not an imagined one), there was a wolf. He was a fat old thing. You see, he had it pretty easy. Whenever he wanted to eat, he only had to walk his door of his cave and look at the sheep that fed right outside. He’d eye this one or that one. And then he’d go after it and with a pretty minimal struggle, he’d bring the sheep down and eat away. And the more that he ate, the bigger he got, and the bigger he grew, the hungrier he got. He was a wicked old thing; sometimes he’d just poke his head out the door and howl. All the sheep began to shiver at the very sound of him. He’d chuckle to himself. “Yes, you better be afraid, you stupid sheep because one of these days I am going to eat you, and it won’t be pleasant, oh no it won’t. Ha! Ha!” This big, bad wolf, you see, had a name. A name of fear. The sheep had only to think of his name and they’d get wobbly on their knees and some would faint outright. His name, you see, was Death. And Death was always hungry and never satisfied. Always eating sheep and always wanting more. And he stank. The very smell of him was worse than his name or his howl. He was altogether dreadful, let me tell you! He was in charge and all the sheep knew it.
There came a day when he was feeling hungrier than usual. He poked his head out the cave door to roar and he couldn’t believe his eyes. Why, right there in front of his door, on his very door-step almost was the fattest, juiciest sheep he’d ever laid his eyes on. The effrontery of it! He drew in the air to fill his vast lungs and then he let out a stone-splitting howl.  All the other sheep in the vicinity turned tail and ran. They were afraid. All but the sheep that grazed still just outside his cave. That sheep paid him no heed at all. Kept on eating, just like it hadn’t even heard him. He was getting mad now. He came bounding out the door and right up to that impertinent animal. Again he sucked the air into his lungs and this time he breathed out right in the sheep’s face. The sheep looked up and blinked as the hideous odor of decay was blasted in its face. Totally unconcerned the sheep blinked and then stared. 
Now the wolf was getting himself into quite a tizzy. “Don’t you know who I am?” he snarled. The sheep looked at him and said: “Yes. I know.” Calm, at peace even. The other sheep began to creep back at a distance to watch. They couldn’t believe what they were witnessing. “Well,” snarled the Wolf, “aren’t you afraid?” The sheep looked Death, that old wolf, right in the eyes and said: “Of you? You have got to be kidding!” Now the wolf was so livid with anger that he spoke low and menacing: “You’re for it, lamb chops. You are not going to have it easy. I’m going to take you out slow and painfully.” There was a moment of silence and then the sheep said: “I know.” 
The other sheep had all been watching because they’d never heard anything like this before. But the moment that the wolf pounced they turned away. A great sadness filled them. They had thought, well, they had scarcely dared to hope, but it was just possible that, this once, the wolf wasn’t going to get his way. But their hopes were dashed. It was an awful and an ugly sight. The wolf chowed down. It was slow and it was painful, just like he said. And in the end, there was nothing left. He turned his rude face, red with blood to the other sheep, and he belched. They turned tail and ran, knowing that he’d be back for them one day soon.
As the wolf went back to his cave, he took out a tooth pick and cleaned his teeth and he thought that he’d never tasted a sheep that was quite so good before. Nothing tough about that meat. It was tender and rich and really altogether satisfying. The thought hit him with surprise. It was almost as though his insatiable hunger had actually been quenched for once. The thought was a little disturbing. Well, no matter, he thought. And off he went to bed.
When the morning came the wolf wasn’t feeling quite himself. It was almost as though he were getting a bit of tummy ache. Such a thing never happened. He always woke up ravenous and went off to start eating first thing in the morning. At least a dozen or so sheep before the dew was off the grass. But not this morning. His tummy WAS grumbling. By noon he was feeling more than discomfort. He was feeling positively ill. He who had brought such pain on those poor sheep, he was getting a taste of pain himself and it was most unpleasant. He kept thinking back to that impertinent sheep he had eaten yesterday afternoon, the one that had tasted so strangely good. Could it have actually been poisoned or something? It wasn’t long before he stopped thinking altogether. The pain was just too great. He rolled around on the floor of his den and his howled and yammered.
The sheep heard the sound and didn’t quite know what to make of it all. They crept cautiously nearer and nearer to the door of his house and turned their heads listening. What could it mean?
It was sometime in the dark of the night that the wolf let out a shuddering howl. Something was alive and moving inside its own gullet. Something that pushed and poked and prodded until with a sudden burst, the gullet was punctured and hole ripped open. And something, rather, someone stepped right out through the hole, right out of the massive stinking stomach. The wolf felt like he was dying. And I suppose in a way he was.
The figure that stepped out of the wolf’s belly was totally unknown to the wolf. Why, it looked like a shepherd. He’d heard of such a critter, but had never actually met one. With a staff in his hand he walked around and stood facing the wolf. And he began to laugh. He laughed and his laugher burst open the door of the wolf’s house. He laughed and the sheep were filled with bewilderment wondering what was going on in there. He laughed and he looked the wolf right in the eye.
“So, you don’t recognize me, old foe? It was I who ate outside your house three days ago. ‘Twas I that you promised would die horribly and how you kept your promise. But what do you propose to do about me now?”
“You? The wolf gasped. The voice was the same; he recognized it. This shepherd was indeed the sheep whom he had swallowed down. “You. But how? Oh, the pain!” The shepherd smiled and said: “Well, I think you’re pretty harmless now, my friend. Go on and try to eat some of my sheep. I promise you that as fast as you swallow them down I will lead right out through the hole I made in your stomach. And then you’ll never be able to touch them again! Ta!”
The wolf howled in fear and anger and rage, but there was nothing he could do. The Shepherd had tricked him, fooled him good! And the Shepherd then stepped outside the door and called the sheep together. They knew his voice too. They’d heard it before. They stood before the Lamb who had become the Shepherd and they listened as he told them what would happen to them. “You’ll die too. He’ll come out in a few days and be hungrier than ever. He’ll swallow you down. But don’t worry. I punched a hole right through his belly and I promise you I’ll bring you out again.” 

Its not just a story, but it is the truth for you.  The promise still holds: “My sheep hear my voice and I know them and they follow me and I give them eternal life and they shall never perish neither shall anyone snatch them out of my hand.”  Let the old wolf howl and snarl all he will. We know about the hole in his tummy. We know about the Sheep who is the Shepherd. Our Good Shepherd. Amen!

Monday, April 13, 2015

St. John's Archives - Rev. Rudolf Hilgendorf Obituary - Hankinson News - April 19, 1923

92 years ago today, Pastor Hilgendorf of Belford passed away from a heart attack on his buggy ride home from the train station.  A Nebraska Native - like me - he is buried in Seward, Nebraska, where I went to College.  He served St. John's Belford as his first parish, as do I.  

Of note, look at the number of pastors who attended the funeral.  Also look how much he was loved by his congregation.  Also, his gravestone spells his name Rudolf, but the newspaper spells it Rudolph.  I'm going to guess the gravestone spelling is correct.  
-Pastor Moline 
From Find A Grave

BELOVED PASTOR CALLED SUDDENLY

April 19, 1923 – Hankinson News

Death of Rev. Rudolph Hilgendorf Mourned by Legions of Our People


     Probably no event in recent years has so profoundly moved the people of Hankinson and the country north of this city as the sudden death of Rev. Rudolph Hildgendorf which occurred Friday evening.  Stricken by heart failure, he passed away in the twinkling of an eye, his friends unaware that he was not in his usual health.
     Deseased [sic] was widely known throughout this section, having been pastor of St. John’s church in Belford township for nearly 25 years, and was universally esteemed.  Cut down in the prime of his life at the age of 47 years, he leaves a grief stricken wife and little daughter to mourn his untimely death. 
     For some time past his health has not been of the best, but there was nothing about his condition that occasioned any concern to his friends.  A short time ago he left for Omaha, Nebraska, to consult an oculist and arrived home Saturday evening on Soo train 107 at 6 o’clock.  He was met by Chas. Bellin one of his parishoners, who by previous arrangement was to drive him to the parsonage, five miles north of town.  They walked to the Green hardware store, climbed into the buggy standing there and started from home.  Mr. Bellin addressed several remarks to his passenger and finally noticed that there was no response.  A glance showed that something was wrong and he turned the team and drove to the Lutheran parsonage, a short distance.  Rev. Klausler assisted in carrying the stricken man in the house and medical aid was summoned, but it is thought the spark of life had sped even before this time.  An acute attack of heart failure was the immediate cause of his death.

Story of His Life

     Rudolph Charles Hilgendorf was born June 30, 1875, at Omaha Nebraska and was therefore 47 years, 9 months, and 14 days old at the time of his death.  His father, Rev. John Hilgendorf, was a pioneer pastor of Nebraska where he had charge of one church for fifty years.  He also did field work for the Lutheran church throughout Nebraska and in neighboring states; was in fact the pioneer of Lutheran workers in Nebraska.  When the subject of this sketch was one year old the parents moved to Arlington.  There his boyhood was spend and he was confirmed.  He entered Concordia College, Milwaukee, in the fall of 1889 and graduated in 1895; entered Concordia Theological Seminary, St. Louis, in the fall of 1895 graduating in June, 1898. 
     He was immediately assigned a call to St. John’s church in Belford township, Richland county, and the following twenty five years of his life were interwoven with the development of that neighborhood.  Before that time the church had been served by Rev. J. Hinck of Great Bend, and the latter officiated at the ordination and installation of Rev. Hilgendorf as pastor on September 11, 1898.  Zealous in the faith of the Great Master, he organized a church at Barney a year or two later.  At that time he also served some families south and southeast of Hankinson which marked the beginning of the Lutheran congregation in this city.  He also served the congregation here when temporarily without its pastor, once for nearly a year before the present Pastor Klausler assumed the office. 
      He had also served for ten years as a member of the mission board for the Montana-North Dakota conference of the Missouri Synod and was a circuit visitor in the northwesteren[sic] part of the state for that organization. 
     He was married June 19, 1901, to Miss Sophia Lauppe of Nebraska who with one daughter, Verona, survives him.  Other surviving relatives are the aged parents in Portland, Oregon; an unmarried sister, Amelia, a nurse with her parents; Marie, wife of Rev. E. T. Otto, Omaha; Paul, pastor in Hood River, Oregon; John, parochial school teacher, now assistant instructor of music at the Lutheran Normal school in Seward, Neb.  A brother, Walter died as pastor of the Lutheran congregation in Edgely, N.D., during the flu epidemic.  The only relative present for the funeral here was Rev. E. T. Otto of Omaha; other relative from the far west will meet the body at Seward, Neb., where the burial will take place Friday. 
     Impressive and beautiful was the funeral service held at St. John’s church at 2 o’clock Tuesday afternoon.  There were few dry eyes in the throng that assembled to pay final tribute to their beloved pastor.  Many in the assemblage he had christened, and he had officiated at the marriage ceremony of a majority of the adult members of the congregation, the kindly influence of his sterling Christian character had been an untold power for good in the community he had served so faithfully for nearly a quarter of a century.  Visiting pastors, present friends and former classmates were also present.  From the pulpit where diseased had been a familiar figure for so many years, Rev. T. Hinck delivered an impressive sermon, paying a deserved eulogy to his fellow worker in the faith; Rev. E. G. Nachtscheim of Minneapolis, close friend and classmate, delivered an address in the name of his class, of whom four were present:  Rev. E. G. Nachtsheim of Minneapolis, Rev. H. Faedtka, Appleton, Minn., Rev. H. R. Klemk, Osseo, Minn., Rev. O. C. Wolff, Montevideo, Minn.  They had been classmates at college for 9 years and together in the ministry for 25 years.  Other pastors present were Rev. C. Ed. Mix, Kensai, as representative of the Upper Soo conference; Rev. J. C. Nauss, Fargo, Rev. C. A. Schultz, Lisbon; Rev. O. C. Taege, Anamoose; Rev. C. Heuchert, Stirum; Rev. H. W. Eggers, Gwinner; Rev. E. P. Gesterling, Wahpeton; Rev. T. Hinck, Great Bend; Rev. Jul. Cloeter, Lidgerwood; Rev. J. P. Klausler, Hankinson; Rev. W. Rohe, Summit.  Many were also present from Great Bend, Summit, Wahpeton and Lidgerwood.  The men’s choir of the Great Bend and the children of the parish sang during the service.  The casket was almost hidden by the many floral offerings.  The pall bearers were the elders of the Belford and Barney congregations:  Wm. Krueger, Wm. Neitzel, and Frank Tiegs of Belford, John Thiel, Louis Mindermann and Carl Wittkop of Barney.
     At the conclusion of the service in St. John’s church, the casket was conveyed to the Hankinson Lutheran church where another throng of old friends gathered to pay their final tribute of love and respect.  An eloquent sermon was delivered by Rev. Jul. Cloter in German and he was followed by Rev. J. P. Klausler whose long and close friendship with the deceased pastor made his address touching and impressive.  Music was furnished by the Lutheran choir. 
     While the loss of their pastor comes as a personal bereavement to every member of St. John’s congregation, his circle of friends was by no means confined to the Lutheran membership.  Scores of our people of all faiths and various walks of life, counted themselves as his friend and sincerely mourn his loss.

     The remains were shipped to Seward Neb., Tuesday evening where the burial will take place tomorrow (Friday).  

Monday, April 6, 2015

Easter Morning

Opening Hymn Sermon Hymn Closing Hymn Communion Hymns
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Sunday, April 5, 2015

Easter Sunrise

In the First Commandment God forbids you from having any other gods than Him.  You are to fear, love and trust God above all things.  Because He wants to be God FOR YOU!  FOR YOUR BENEFIT.  In fact, there is no other God than the man Jesus the Christ. 
You had such high hopes in Him.  Jesus was everything to you.  You followed Him because you believed He was the Messiah.  The promised Savior.  He did things that only God could do.  He said words that only God could say. 
This always amazed you.  Many times to the point of absolute fear.  You were there when He healed a pathetic paralytic and forgave his sins.  It amazed everyone (2:12).  When He stilled the storm you were totally terrified and you asked each other:  “Who is this?  Even the wind and the waves obey him!” (4:41). You were completely astonished and absolutely amazed when He brought Jairus’ dead daughter back to life (5:42) and when He walked on the water (6:51).  On the mountain His appearance changed – transfigured -- you were scared out of your wits (9:6).  Could He be …?  Sure think so!  Could be. 
But then He went preached a scandalous sermon series about insistently heading up to Jerusalem.  He had a Jerusalem mania.  A Jerusalem on the brain.  Obsessed with doing a Jerusalem He was.  Three times He boldly and audaciously proclaimed that He’d be … handed over to the religious bigwigs.  Arrested!  Manhandled!  Spit upon!  Relentlessly ridiculed!  If that wasn’t bad enough, He resolutely promised that He’d be put on death row, flogged, and killed. Then He said something about rising on (what was that?) … the third day. Really?  Again, you were totally blown away.  Astonished.  Genuinely scared. 
But you’d get over it.  And you thought He would too.  That Jerusalem thing was just a fad – you thought.  After all, these kinds of things don’t happen – aren’t supposed to happen – EVER -- to Messiahs.  And Jesus was the real deal.  At least you hoped.  Especially after all the miraculous things He did and the authoritative sermons He preached!        
Now what?  He’s dead.  Buried.  
What good is a dead and buried Jesus?  Can you trust in Him anymore?  Can you? 
But now, good grief … what are you to do?
All that’s left is to let the ladies who took care of His physical needs during His earthly life to do their thing.  They looked after Him.  Might as well do it one last time.  Spices in hand, Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of James and Salome head to the grave to anoint His dead body. 
Strange.  Very bizarre.  The large stone has been rolled away from the entrance to the tomb.  Might as well go on in.  Another big surprise.  They see an angel.  Alarming!  Shocking!  “No need to be alarmed ladies.  I know you expected to see the corpse of crucified, Nazarene Jesus.  Well, HE IS RISEN.  Therefore He’s not here.  See.  Take look.  This is where they put His body.  Not there anymore!  Now, you go tell His disciples and especially Peter.  He’ll meet you in Galilee.  You’ll see Him there just as He told you.”   
What?  Can it be?  Really?  Risen from the dead? 
Absolutely!  Just like He said!  Remember the last part of the Jerusalem fixation?  On the third day …? 
Wow!  The biggest miracle of all!  Straight from His mouth!  He said so!  Resurrection!  His!  On the Third Day!    
Consequently, you and the women are visibly shaken.  You never expected this to happen!  Seriously you didn’t!  Your hearts are pounding.  The adrenaline is flowing.  Your minds are racing.  Your hands are trembling.  All your thoughts are jumbled.  Can’t think straight at the moment.  So all you can do is beat it. Bolt.  Skedaddle.  You’re so afraid.  Mouths zipped.    
Well, I’d better remind you of something else the preacher in the tomb told you.  After all, sermons are so easily forgotten.  In one ear and out the other.  He said:  “But go, tell his disciples and Peter.  He’ll meet you in Galilee.  You’ll see Him there.  He said so.  He promised.”
Why meet Jesus in Galilee? 
You’re reluctant to go there, aren’t you?  Of course you are.  After all, you’ve all got a bad conscience.  You and Peter denied, renounced Jesus and called down curses on yourselves.  You deserted Him.  Left Him high and dry when push came to shove.  You wouldn’t be caught dead hanging around the humiliated, arrested and sentenced to death Jesus.  What a difficult and dreadful falling away you committed! You wouldn’t let Jesus be God FOR YOU in His shocking suffering and appalling Good Friday dying!  You stayed away!  You had no use for Him! What sin!  What treachery!  What idolatry! 
This is why you’re so hesitant to go meet Jesus in Galilee.  Uncertain you are.  After all, what do you expect from Jesus  -- the Son of God whom you abandoned and disowned -- if He’s truly risen from the dead?  Payback, right?  Retribution and a divine reckoning of the highest order against you for your unfaithful sins against Him, right? 
No.  Not hardly.  Not even close.  Couldn’t be further from the truth.
He is risen!  From the tomb!  Not to give you what you expect but what you never, ever imagined as a deadbeat, loser sinner.  It’s totally amazing what He will give to you.  Mind blowing amazing.  Make your body tremble remarkable.  Melt your heart astonishing.  He would meet you in Galilee to … (are you ready for this?) … to greet you with a friendly and courteous Easter: “Good Morning FRIENDS!” 
And more!  So much more.  He will tell you the best news you could ever hear as a sinner.  It’s this.  “I AM GOD FOR YOU.  I am not your enemy.  I am not against you but I am God FOR YOU -- in this way:  I died for you, Peter, and the rest of the disciples.  I took all your sin.  I buried all of it in the black hole of my tomb and I left it there forever.  It is no more.  I forgive you.  I don’t count your sin against you at all.”  
Forgiveness! It’s what His rising from the tomb is all about.  His divine forgiveness is FOR YOU.  He comes to you.  He meets you in the Sacrament today too in order to act as God FOR YOU.  Listen.  His crucified and risen body and blood He gives you with the bread and wine with the promise that you are forgiven.  “Given and shed for you for the forgiveness of sins,” He declares.
The fruit or benefits of such divine Good Friday and Easter forgiveness are the resurrection of the body and life everlasting.  Because Jesus rose, His Good Friday death was not in vain.  It truly counts for you.  You are forgiven.  Since He forgives you, you too will be raised on the Last Day from the grave.  He will not leave you there.  You are that precious to Him – God For You Jesus.
As you believe, so you have.   

Happy Easter!  In the Name of Jesus.      

Thursday, April 2, 2015

Maundy Thursday Sermon - 3rd Commandment

Grace, mercy and peace to you from God our Father through our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.  Amen.  Our text is from the Third Commandment, Remember the Sabbath day by keeping it holy. What does this mean? We should fear and love God so that we do not despise preaching and His Word, but hold it sacred and gladly hear and learn it.  Thus far our text. 
Dear friends in Christ.  Remembering the Sabbath Day is all about God being your God by giving you His Holy Precious Word.  God is a talker.  God is a speaker.  He does and gives what he says in his words.  What he says, happens. 
So you are given by God to take time out of your hustle and bustle to let God speak to you through his word.    That’s your job in church, not to praise, not to worship, not to lift up, not to offer, but to be a perfectly passive receiver of His speaking to you through His Word. 
Its through that Word that God makes you holy.  He sanctifies you.  He cleanses you from all your sin through His divine word preached and proclaimed by the pastor.  Namely these words, “I forgive you.”  When you hear these words spoken, you are really hearing Christ himself speaking.  The living voice of Christ is heard in the divine word of forgiveness.  And being forgiven by God’s word, you then also forgive as you are forgiven.  In other words, you do not despise preaching and His word, but hold it sacred, and gladly hear and learn it. 
And that brings us to tonight- Maundy Thursday.  The beginning of the Holy Triduum.  Tonight, the night when Christ was betrayed, he gave us his Word saying, Tke and Eat, this is my body, take and drink this my blood of the new testament poured out for many.  Christ attaches his Words of forgiveness to simple bread and wine to give to you to eat and drink. 
These are the words of God himself.  From his own mouth.  From his own divine lips.  The same one who spoke, “Let there be light,” so that light sprung into existence is the same one who speaks these words.  They are his words, for his supper.  Gladly you are to hear them.  Happily you are to learn them and make use of them.  After all they are for you.  For your forgiveness of sins, life and salvation. 
But will you hear them and believe them?  Are you bored with His words?  Do you routinely blow off his words?  Ignore them or disregard them?  Would you change the Lord’s words into something that is more palatable to you?  Words like “This symbolizes my body and my blood?”  Would you change God’s words so that they only mean a nice post sermon snack with no Christ and no forgiveness?  No body.  No blood?  Or would you change it from the Lord’s Supper into your own supper?  Inviting anyone whom you deem a worthy Christian regardless of their confession?  Making the unity of faith something less than confessing according to God’s Word who the Jesus is who spoke these words? 
Dear friends, that’s not what Jesus says or promises.  He is clear.  “This bread is my body.  This cup of wine is my blood.  Shed for you, for the forgiveness of sins.”  There’s no spinning it.  No misunderstanding it.  Is means is.  The bread in the Lord’s Supper is His body.  The wine in the Lord’s Supper is his blood.  St. Paul reinforces that reality with these words, “Is not the cup of thanksgiving for which we give thanks a participation in the blood of Christ?”  Well, is it?  Yes!  And is not the bread which we break a participation in the body of Christ?”  Well?  Yes again!
So tonight you hear the Lord’s words from the Lord Himself.  It is His sermon, His preaching to you and for you:  “Take it, this is my body.”  “This is my blood of the new testament poured out for many.” 
And he seals these words in his actions of Good Friday.  These are the words of the crucified and risen Jesus, who won and achieved the treasure of salvation for you in His good Friday death.  And through that death forgiveness was earned so that it might be delivered to you in with and under bread and wine.  It is For you.  For your forgiveness.  In the eating and drinking you are free and clear. 
The point of the Sacrament then is this.  It is the Lord’s service to you and for you.  He came not to be served but to serve.  He is among you as one who serves.  He bestows His body and blood with the bread and wine to you by His word on his terms.  You are to passively receive and commune, to be given forgiveness by the Word and promises of God. 

That’s what the third commandment says isn't it?  To hold God’s words sacred, to gladly hear and learn them, and to receive the forgiveness they offer.  As you believe His Word, you have precisely what he promises.  In the name of Jesus.  Amen.  


Wednesday, April 1, 2015

A Holy Week message from President Matthew Harrison

Holy Week and Easter 2015

Dear Fellow Laborers in the Lord’s Vineyard,
The world must surely think we’ve lost our marbles when, in the liturgy for Good Friday, the words ring out: “We adore You, O Lord, and we praise and glorify Your resurrection. For behold, by the wood of the cross joy has come into all the world.”
How true! On that day of deepest darkness, humankind finally got its hands on God. We grabbed hold of God in the flesh, nailed Him to a tree and told Him to get out of our world and leave us “the hell” alone. To this day, our every sin still demands the same — to be left alone in hell. Not much cause for joy there.
Ah, but even more true, on that day of deepest darkness, our God was loving the world, loving you andme and all who fail Him again and again. He was loving us by giving His only Son into that horrid death so that our hate-filled, violent, rebellious race might be pardoned and given a life without end in His kingdom.
If you’ve been following along in the Treasury of Daily Prayer or with the Daily Lectionary, you know that we just read again the story of Joseph in Genesis. What light that whole story sheds on the events we’re about to celebrate when we see in Joseph a picture of our Lord! He was hated by his brothers, stripped, betrayed and sold, disowned and forgotten. And why? Precisely so that God could, through Joseph, bring great blessing to those wretched brothers, keeping them alive in famine, providing for their families. “You meant evil against me, but God meant it for good, to bring it about that many people should be kept alive” (Gen. 50:20).
As with Joseph, so with Jesus. Hence the miracle of Good Friday, Holy Saturday and Easter! It’s true that we meant it for evil. But God Himself was at work through it all, reconciling the world to Himself, not counting our sins against us as He made Him who had no sin to be sin for us. And come resurrection morn, He proclaims to all the world that its sins are forgiven, forgotten, gone! The resurrection cries out: “His sacrifice has been accepted — for you and for all. So rejoice!”
Yes, beloved, through the wood of the cross, joy truly has come into all the world: the joy of sins’ forgiveness, death’s defeat, love’s unconquerable triumph. The cross is our God saying: “You can’t make Me hate you! I love you and forgive you in the blood of My precious Son!”
I know how busy the days ahead are as you work to bring blessings to the people of God. But don’t forget to savor the joy of the cross yourself — to join the people of God in kneeling before the Crucified One who yet lives, who still is the master of working all things (including suffering and hardship) to bring blessing to His own, and who will surely appear again in glory.
To Him, to our Lord of joy, be all glory and honor! Remember me, please, in your prayers during these days, even as I remember you in mine!
Rev. Dr. Matthew C. Harrison
President, The Lutheran Church—Missouri Synod