Sermon preached at Evensong, Christ the Servant, Stockwood, Bristol on Easter Day, 18 April 1976
[This sermon is unusually long and declamatory for my father’s style. I have omitted a couple of phrases which are in parentheses in the manuscript, as if he had edited the sermon and cut them. They add nothing of substance to what is reproduced here. – SJC]
Ring the bells! Sing the hymns! All is joy and praise today! Christ is risen! Alleluia!
Look at the spring flowers, the bubbles and sun. Death has been swallowed up into life!
All this is fantastic! Great! Fabulous!
But how long will it last? Why does it seem that by the time you get to Low Sunday (next week) you are feeling low yourself, a bit flat. Bit of an anti-climax; like the moment after the big bang at the end of the firework display.
You can be deeply moved by the Easter hymns, get caught up with the rush and excitement of Easter (after all, this is no stately walking occasion – the disciples ran away from the tomb), but when you get home, you find that life is much the same humdrum affair as it was before.
Some people find that Easter is something that the churches get all excited about, and feel they ought to join in; but are really untouched by it. That’s the Martha way. No less true, not lacking in faith, looking forward with anticipation to that promise.
Then Jesus speaks.
Look. Resurrection is for today and every day. It is for you and for everybody. Look. Look. Open up your heavenly eyes and see me.
I AM THE RESURRECTION. I AM LIFE.