Resurrection

One time it occurred to me that my shower was getting a bit worn. You know what I mean, not just a few splashes and stains here and there, but rather full-blown mould starting to grow in some of the lower nooks and crannies. So, as any self-respecting shower owner would, I began cleaning.

Initially things went well, but I started to get frustrated at the fact that due to the hanging, sliding nature of the doors, I couldn’t get in everywhere I wanted to clean. Certain glass and joining surfaces were being obscured by said doors. Thus, I boldly took the decision to take the doors off! I’m not usually a D.I.Y. sort of person but this time I decided to give it ago. Besides, there wasn’t anyone I could conveniently call to come and help, and the thought came to mind, how hard could it be? If I can learn to speak other languages, surely, I can take a door off and put it back on! These two things however proved to be two very different kettles of fish.

I got my screwdriver out and did manage to get the doors off. It took some work and it was a bit dicey sometimes as to whether they were going to slip my grasp and fall and shatter on the floor, but fortunately there was no shattering!

 Having taken the doors off and placed them safely to one side, I got to work on cleaning out those pesky nooks and crannies, not to mention wiping well clean all the glass surfaces, even those otherwise hard to reach ones. The icing on the cake was that I also scraped out the old silicone filling and filled the joins with new silicone filling. Finally, I completed my handy work by slotting the doors back in place and screwing them up tightly! A job well done, right?

Well, it would have been if you overlook the silicone that I had splayed all over the place due to the intricate difficulties in smoothly using it to fill up gaps. This was complemented, by the fact that the sliding doors no longer fitted well into their groove and so no longer slid back and forth in a graceful manner, more like with a stubborn clunk. One other nuisance was that the screws that held the doors in place started to gradually undo themselves and cause the doors to become loose. Apart from that though things were fine.

I comforted myself with the thought that the doors’ state was probably more to do with wear and tear than any thing else, nevertheless there was a nagging regret that I hadn’t got someone else to come to do a more professional job!

In life we can often be plagued by regrets. Certain things haven’t turned out the way we would have liked, and we wish we could do things again. Sometimes this is connected to trivial things that don’t matter too much. One can live with dodgy shower doors at the end of the day. But sometimes these regrets are to do with important aspects of our lives. Maybe our career isn’t going well, and we wish we had taken a different path. Maybe there are tensions in our family, and we wish we hadn’t made certain mistakes. Maybe we made a bad decision and are still suffering the consequences many years later. There could be countless reasons why we wish we could make a new start. Doing things differently; Living life afresh. And the good news is that the resurrection offers us the hope that we can.

The first hope that we see is in connection with the women who were the first witnesses to the resurrection. It is interesting that women are mentioned in this way as being the ones who discover the empty tomb as it gives an air of authenticity to the Gospel accounts. The testimony of women in ancient Israel was not highly valued in society and so if someone was inventing what is written in the Gospels, it is unlikely that they would have made up that the first people to be witnesses were women.

More so, these are simple women, not well known in society, so there would be no reason to write that they were the first to Jesus’ tomb on Easter morning unless that’s the way it was. Indeed, we don’t know much about who these women were, except that they were with Jesus in Galilee and a few other details that we can piece together.

 In Mark’s gospel, there are three women mentioned as going on Easter morning to Jesus’ tomb. One is Mary the mother of James the younger and Joseph, about whom we know just that; that she was the mother of two boys who were presumably well-known in the first church and the fact that her son is described as James the younger implies that his father was also James. Secondly, there is Salome. There is a theory that she was the mother of John and James, Jesus’ disciples, in which case she would have been the wife of Zebedee (James’ and John’s father). Finally, and best known, is Mary Magdalene. Her name suggests that she was from Magdala, a town on the shores of lake Galilee. An important detail that we know about her is that Jesus had cast seven demons out of her (Luke 8:2) thus she had been saved from a very difficult situation and given a new hope by Jesus.

These simple ladies didn’t renounce their hopes in Jesus even though he had been killed on a cross. Instead, on Easter day morning, after the sabbath which was their day of rest, they set out early for Jesus’ tomb with the intention of anointing his body. However, what they discover is not what they are expecting. The stone is rolled away from the entrance to the tomb and they see inside an angel who informs them that Jesus is alive! (Mark 16:4-6).

Thus, not only do they become the unlikely first witnesses to Jesus’ resurrection, but they also have their persistent trust in Jesus rewarded with an even greater hope, that of victory over death!

The second sign of hope is found in Mark 16:7:

‘But go, tell his disciples and Peter, ‘He is going ahead of you into Galilee. There you will see him, just as he told you.’

This is the angel telling the women to go and let Jesus’ disciples know what has happened and give them instructions on what to do next. However, there is an interesting detail. Here it says that they should tell his disciples and Peter. But surely Peter was one of the disciples? Why was it necessary to emphasis that they should tell him as well?

The answer can be found back in Mark 14. At the end of this chapter, after Jesus’ arrest, we see that Peter followed at a distance to the place where Jesus was put on trial. While waiting outside in the courtyard people begin to recognise him and so he starts to deny ever knowing Jesus. He does this three times before the cock crows which reminds him of what Jesus’ had predicted would happen:

 Immediately the cock crowed the second time. Then Peter remembered the word Jesus had spoken to him: ‘Before the cock crows twice you will disown me three times.’ And he broke down and wept.

He is obviously very distressed that he has denied Jesus, especially as just a few verses earlier, he had insisted emphatically, ‘Even if I have to die with you, I will never disown you.’

Thus, the angel’s words in chapter 16 are particularly pertinent for Peter. They are emphasising the fact that Jesus’ resurrection is also for him, in spite of his failing in the moment of hard testing. Jesus’ death was a payment for sin and so now that the sin has been payed for, Peter can be forgiven and restored to a right relationship with Jesus. This is the hope that the resurrection brings to all of us. No matter who we are or what we have done, Jesus has paid the penalty for our sins and so if we entrust ourselves to Him, we can be forgiven and make a new start. This is truly a message of hope.

The third and greatest hope is found just before this in verse 6:

‘Don’t be alarmed,’ he said. ‘You are looking for Jesus the Nazarene, who was crucified. He has risen! He is not here. See the place where they laid him.

The women have found an empty tomb with an angel sitting in it. He informs them that Jesus is alive and no longer there. This is not the first time in the Bible that someone is reported as returning from the dead, but there is something extra special about Jesus’ resurrection.

One of those raised from the dead in the Bible is Lazarus. We read about this in John 11. The significant thing about this is that, although Lazarus is brought back to life, he is brought back to the same quality of life as he had before on this earth. In other words, he is still prone to death. We see this ironically emphasised in John 12:10 where we read that the chief priests are planning to kill Lazarus because many are believing in Jesus due to the fact that he brought Lazarus back from the dead.

We see then that those raised to life before Jesus, were brought back to their earthly lives and eventually died again. Jesus however rose to a new quality of eternal life. His body was a resurrection body (as mentioned in 1 Corinthians 15:35-57). By His resurrection, he was demonstrating that He had defeated death, and, in that sense, He was the first fruit of those who have fallen asleep as the Apostle Paul puts it earlier in 1 Corinthians 15:20.

Thus, the one true all pervading hope of the resurrection is that whoever we are, no matter what we have done, those who fall asleep trusting in Jesus have the hope that one day they will also awake with Him to this new eternal life!

Faith

Ben looked down and baulked. From the ground it hadn’t seemed quite so high, but now that he was at the top, he felt the blood racing and his knees quivering. The professional mountain guy who was coordinating the activity beckoned to him. Ben hesitated.

‘Come on, it’s your turn. Just step over here and I’ll get you hooked in,’ said the man, smiling as if he was suggesting a stroll in the park. Ben totteringly peered over the edge of the cliff face. This didn’t look like a stroll in the park to him. There must have been at least 30 metres to the bottom and besides that, Ben preferred his strolls horizontally rather than vertically.

‘Hurry up. We’ll miss dinner at this rate,’ said the mountaineer, trying to motivate Ben. Ben however felt like this evening’s dinner was one that he could get by without.

‘Well, if you won’t get a move on, you’ll have to let the next person go.’

Ben was all too glad to allow the little girl that was waiting behind him go on before him. He watched carefully as the mountain guy attached her harness to the rope which was tied to hefty looking tree. The man gave her some final instructions and then she courageously leaned back over the cliff edge and began pacing backwards down the cliff face. Abseiling, who would have ever thought that it was so easy!

The girl, although uneasy at first, at least once almost losing her footing, nevertheless recovered well and was soon into her stride. Effortlessly she glided to the bottom of the rock face as the onlookers below encouraged. As she arrived at the bottom, another mountain guy approached to release her from the rope, while what were presumably her parents came forward to take a picture and offer many hugs. It seemed so simple when other people did it.

Ben gathered himself together, buoyed on by this sterling example of bravado. If she could do it, then sure he could too! Then the call came.

‘Right, now, it’s definitely your turn.’ Ben heard these words and they began to ring around his mind. He edged towards to the starting point. He felt like falling down onto his hands and knees, but he steeled himself and managed to remain upright. He focused his attention on the mountain guide, whose instruction was what he was now basing himself on for survival.

‘A little closer,’ encouraged the man. Ben felt like he was quite close enough to the edge, but the man couldn’t quite reach the crampon of his harness yet. Ben became very conscious of how small the people below appeared and how dangerous it would be if he slipped. He had though no intention of slipping. Finally, after what seemed like an age the man said, ‘Got it.’ He reached out, grabbing the crampon and then hooking it on to the rope and fastening it up. He gave it a shake to check that it was well connected. Ben would have preferred him not to.

‘Great, now turn around, lean back and start stepping backwards. That’s all there is to it. Easy as pie!’.

Ben wasn’t keen on pies. Nevertheless, mustering all that he had, he managed to turn himself around. He suddenly became aware that there was nothing behind except for a 30 metre drop to the ground. He didn’t need to do much speculating in his mind to reach the conclusion that it wouldn’t be good for him to fall from here. All that was preventing that unfortunate occurrence was the rope that he was attached to, which in turn was tied to just a tree, albeit a sturdy looking one. Ben began reflecting on how he got himself into such situations as this, but now was not the moment for introspection.

‘Go on, just step back!’ yelled the mountain man.

That’s easy for him to say, thought Ben, he’d probably grown up somewhere that Heidi would be proud of, but Ben was from the city and he didn’t remember seeing many cliff faces there!

‘It’s now or never!’

Ben was aware of that. He summoned up all that he had, leaned back and he was off. He took his first backward step, wondering if it had taken more or less to perform his first step as a toddler. As he placed his foot back down, he felt it losing its grip. All of a sudden, he lost control and collapsed into a heap on the edge of the cliff. Fortunately, the harness locked tight, as it was supposed to, and Ben remained there teetering on the edge.

‘Good, the harness worked well,’ called out the mountain man.

Ben didn’t want to think about what would have happened if the harness hadn’t work well.

‘It’s nothing. Get up and carry on!’ were the mountain guides instructions.

Easier said than done thought Ben, as he scrabbled to lift himself to his feet. With some considerable difficulty, he eventually managed to get himself into position again. By now, the fear he felt insidewas nauseous, but it was too late to turn back. He was at least a little reassured by the fact that the harness had held him.

 Realising that there was no other way to go now, he simply let himself go. As he leaned back this time, he felt the rope becoming taught. This somehow reassured him even more. Encouraged by this he took another step. This time more confidently and managing to firmly set his foot down at the end. A third step followed. Then a fourth. He began to build up confidence as felt the rope holding and gradually got into his stride.

One step after another ensued as if he had been doing this all his life and he gracefully strolled to the bottom of the cliff face, even having time to stop to pose for a photo on the way.

Later, when reflecting on this experience, Ben realised that here he could learn something about the difference between belief and faith. When he was on the ground below watching others as they abseiled down the cliff face, he certainly believed that the rope would hold, and everything would be alright. But it was a different matter when it was his turn to get hooked up to the rope. At this moment, it was now practical rather than theoretical. Before, he intellectually thought that the rope was strong and that everything would work out ok, but now he was being practically challenged to test things out for himself. In other words, it was one thing to agree in his mind that something was true, but it was quite another to entrust his wellbeing to that something.

This could then be extrapolated to someone’s perspective on God. There are many people who believe in God that is to say intellectually accept that He exists, but there are less people who have faith in Him i.e. entrust their lives to Him. Another way of putting it, would be to say that faith is belief put into action. I might believe that a chair can support my weight, but faith is actually sitting down on the chair!

Ben concluded from here that belief in God was acknowledging that He was there, but faith meant asking God what he wanted Ben to do and then being willing to do whatever the answer seemed to be.

Creation

Aurelius awoke from his deep slumber. He threw back his mantellum, which in colder weather doubled up as his cloak, and sheepishly raised himself to life.  After a few quick breathes to get the life blood flowing through him, he stretched and got up on his feet and soon found himself peering out of his fenestram on the scene outside.

It was a fine new spring day. The sun was already shinning down, and the world was blossoming into life. Well, the small cross section of it that was visible to Aurelius in the atrium of his domum. There were various flowers dotted around, gleaning some sunlight through an opening in the roof. Aurelius quickly put his toga and sandals on, as he was eager to get out of his cubiculum and to start enjoying the beauty of the new day. He was in such a hurry though that he stubbed his little toe (one of the hazards of so much sandal wearing!) on the postis of his doorway as he was exiting.

Aside from the brief spurt of pain, it caused him to look down. Part of the floor mosaic which ran throughout the domum came into sight. The mosaic depicted various scenes from the myths of the Roman Gods. The house was inherited and that was his ancestors’ sort of thing.

The mosaic in Aurelius’ cubiculum seemed to show a divine being making a chaotic mess into an orderly scene of sun, stars, moon and the terra on which all mankind is stationed. This was the Roman’s way of explaining where everything came from. Come to think of it, this was each cultures’, or at least the one’s Aurelius knew of, way of explaining things, except that different cultures had different takes on the God’s. Aurelius wondered if people from different places ever reflected on the contradictions that existed. Surely, not everyone could be right.

Take for example, the Greeks. In their version of creation, Gaia appears out of the chaos, produces Uranus and then has relations with him to produce other Gods and the like. In the Roman version, these Greek characters have been given different names, for example Gaia is now Terra Mater, but otherwise many of the details are the same (except for the details which don’t even agree amongst themselves – Terra Mater mated with Caelus or Jupiter or whom, by Jove!).

The Egyptians however viewed Ra, the sun God, to be the creator of all things, although Aurelius had heard from some that Ra was himself born out of an egg. That’s not to mention the various other versions that he had heard from different cultures near and far.

Aurelius’ thought processes had now been stimulated, so he found a comfy cathedra, reclined back and allowed himself the luxury of a few moments of reflection at the beginning of this beautiful day. The idea occurred to him that with regard to the creation of the world there could in essence be three perspectives.

Firstly, that everything was created by some sort of higher being. This was common with every culture having their own version. As he had already noted, there were conflicts between these versions, which means that they couldn’t all be right. Either they were all wrong or one was right and the others wrong. Some tried to reconcile things by saying that there were different Gods reigning in different places, but Aurelius was sceptical.  If Egypt’s Ra had created things in one way, that didn’t explain how Rome’s God’s could have created in another. Either we were all Zeus’ offspring, or we weren’t!

Some more forward thinkers even tried to say that it didn’t matter what you believed as there were elements of the truth in every religion and they all went towards the same direction. Well, Aurelius didn’t quite see that

The second option was that things had always been the way they are. Aurelius usually liked the avoid the question approach to things, although this was one way of avoiding things that didn’t sit well with him. Just the very nature of things spoke to him of growth, change and progress. If a baby remained a baby it would be a tragedy contrary to the usual course of things. Humans were born to develop into adults, live out their lives and then pass out of this world. That was the way it was throughout nature. So, how could it be that the creation had simply always existed when its very nature was change? This wasn’t logical as his Greek friends would say!

Thirdly, there was the new-fangled idea of self-creation. Some modern thinkers had come up with the idea that the world had created itself! Talking about logic, this idea sounded very strange to Aurelius’ ears. When walking around you sometimes made unusual discoveries. One time, Aurelius had even found a broken-up sun dial on the floor in some long grass on the outskirts of town. His first thought was that the sun dial had been made by someone for the purpose of telling the time, but at some point, it had been disregarded by its own and was now lying about in disuse. The thought had never occurred to him that some how the forces of nature had combined to bring together in a random process the required materials and then form them into something that happened to be a sundial. He would be interested to know what his Greek friends thought of that!

No, it seemed to Aurelius that everything had a purpose and that purpose must have come from somewhere. There was a new religion about town, although maybe religion wasn’t the right word as it wasn’t so much about certain traditions and ways of thinking as about believing in a certain God, Credo was more the right way of looking at it. In any case, they took their perspective in creation from the Old Testament, the holy book of the Jewish people, and here the very first verse read:

‘In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.’

So, no philosophical arguments trying to justify how things came into being or to confirm the deity or deities responsible. Rather a simple affirmation that God (i.e. the God that would then be presented throughout the rest of the book) had created all things starting from the heavens and he earth. The heavens, not to mention Terra (as Aurelius liked to call it), had then been further developed as this God spoke different things into being: light, sea, land, vegetation, creatures, even humans!

There seemed to Aurelius no logical reason to reject this. It was like a summary of what the different religions believed anyway, although each religion gave things their own spin. He wasn’t sure what his forefathers would think about the absence of Jupiter in all this for example, but why go for a complicated explanation when he had something simple and straightforward written down? His friend Sandus was pretty convinced in any case and he felt inclined to feel the same.

Temptation

Aurelius breathed in deeply and girded himself for one last push. He had been on the way to the local agora and was nearly there. The caseus that he had slavishly, but lovingly made were wearing him down. Caseus weren’t so light you know, especially when they were the well matured kind. In any case, he lifted his saccus full of caseus to his shoulder and he was off again, but not for long.

Just as he was getting going, who should appear across his path but Jason Africanus!

‘Ave! Quo vardis?’ called out Jason.

Aurelius sighed. This was the last thing he needed. Quo vardis he thought tutting to himself. Wasn’t it obvious? Were would someone usually go with a saccus laden down with well matured milk products! It is logicae!

‘I’ve got some business to attend to.’ Replied Aurelius, humouring him.

‘Well, I can see that. You must be off to sell some cheese. Why don’t you give me one? I’ll pay you later.’

Aurelius had heard that before. ‘Well, maybe on my way back, if I’ve got any left over,’ said Aurelius, hoping that he could get out of it. 

‘Ok, great! We can meet at Maximus’ tavern when you’re done.’

Aurelius realised that he might be in an even more tricky situation than he had thought. This evidently wasn’t just about caseus. Maximus’s taberna was a place of temptation. Jason loved it, but Aurelius wasn’t so sure that it was a good idea. He did like a game of billiardus but the other things that went along with it weren’t really his cup of tea. Indeed, he would much prefer a cup of tea to the ale and raucous antics that could be served up at the taberna. Not to mention Jason’s dodgy dealings.

‘I’ll probably be quite tired when I’m done, so I might just head off to my domus,’ he squirmed.

‘What? You social reject!’ retorted Jason.

Aurelius remembered why he didn’t really enjoy bumping into Jason.

‘Look, we’ll see each other at the hora decima at maximus’. Don’t be late! It’ll be fun and I want to talk to you about something….’ enticed Jason.

Aurelius began reminiscing about some of the former days and speculating about what Jason wanted to talk about. It all sounded kind of interesting and anyway, we all need a good rest after a long day of work……

There are many things in life that tempt us and often they seem subtle. Little things that don’t appear to pose any real risk. Indeed, this is how temptation began.

In the beginning, we can see that all was good, but something went wrong. God gave humans all that they needed, but there was a condition (Genesis 2:16, 17)

In spite of this condition, we see in Genesis 3 that humans didn’t stay well away from this tree so as not to be tempted. Actually, the other way around. We find them right next to it. This trend exists even to our today, rather than shying away from temptation, humans often ask themselves how close I can get to the cliff without falling off the edge. Eve even enters into a dialogue with a strange serpent.

The serpent questions what God had actually said and causes Eve to doubt God’s words and even add to them ‘and not touch it’. He proceeds to suggest that by eating the forbidden fruit Eve will gain something good that God is withholding from her. The fruit becomes desirable in Eve’s eye, and so Eve takes it and eats it, thinking that no harm will come and that she has something to gain. She even passes it on to her husband who happens to be right beside her and who also partakes of the forbidden fruit without protest.

The consequences of eating this fruit are however catastrophic. We are still feeling them today. Disharmony and brokenness enters the world; the humans seek to blame someone else, their intimacy is disturbed as they make coverings for their nakedness, not to mention try to hide from God, and God gives out punishments, resulting in the humans being exiled from paradise.

This is a good summary for temptation. It is something that looks nice. That fruit certainly looked appetizing in Eve’s eyes. Furthermore, it promised much at low cost. Eve thought that she was going to get a tasty meal, gain wisdom and not have to face any consequences. However, the reality was very different. Fortunately, we also see in this passage God’s rescue plan. Nevertheless, for a time we all have to live now in a fallen world, where temptation is the norm. Thus, the Bible contains many warnings to resist these temptations.

It was indeed a hard day of selling caseus. Aurelius gathered together his things as he packed up his little spot, somewhere forlornly strewn between meat, fabric and spice sellers that tended to litter these sorts of places. It had been an average day’s takings, but the main thing he was glad about was that the load he had to take back home was half as heavy. As he prepared himself to leave, thoughts about Maximus’ taberna began to tantalise him. It wasn’t far from where he was and after all, what harm could a bit or relaxing do? Surely, he had earned it during such a long day selling caseus!

But no, he mentally remonstrated with himself, it would spell trouble if he went there! He knows what sort of things would entice him. He resolved to not go.

As he determinedly began heading away from the agora, which was in the centre of the municipium, he felt his gaze being drawn back. He turned his head and there, in the centre of his field of view, who should it be, but Jason Africanus, of course! Aurelius stopped in his tracks.

He felt unable to continue on his set path. Jason approached.

‘Ave! Where might you be heading, amicum! I thought we had a meeting arranged at Maximus’?’

‘Well, I think arranged is a bit much said. I thought it was more just proposed,’ replied Aurelius, seeking to getting himself out of trouble.

‘Non verum! When I say hora decima, I mean hora decima! By the sun dial just over by the agora, it’s nearly that time, so let’s go!’

Jason was so convincing. Aurelius couldn’t resist. Jason’s hand on his shoulder helped. It couldn’t do any harm though could it? It wasn’t like anyone was waiting for him at his domum was it?

So, off they went, something that Aurelius would regret.

Glossary

Caseus – cheese

Saccus – bag

Ave! Quo vardis? – Hi! Where are you going?

Logicae – logical (!)

Billiardus – pool (maybe!)

Amicum – friend

Non verum – don’t believe it

hora decima – tenth hour domum – house