On May 10, 2018, NBC News tweeted a report that said, “Major depression is on the rise among everyone, new data shows.” In response, a sportswriter named Robert O’Neill tweeted back, “Well, I mean.” followed by stage directions that read “gestures broadly at everything.” More than twenty-eight thousand retweets and ninety thousand likes later, and the *gestures broadly at everything* meme became a permanent part of internet culture. I had a pretty strong sarcastic streak in me before the COVID-19 pandemic and mandated physical distancing rules, but after a month at home, I’ve polished my sarcasm into a sparkling diamond. It wasn’t surprising to me, then, as I read the Easter Gospel this week, that the sarcastic *gestures broadly at everything* meme came to mind. Every time I read it, I couldn’t help but hear the angels ask Mary Magdalene, “Woman, why are you weeping?” and see Mary sarcastically respond with a *gestures broadly at everything* type motion.
“Woman, why are you weeping?” Well, let’s start on Thursday night, when one of my friend’s closest disciples betrayed him for a lousy bag of silver. A mob of soldiers and police came to arrest him, and when things got heated, somebody got their ear chopped off. Then, another disciple, one of Jesus’ inner circle, maybe the person closest to him of all, denied even knowing him on three separate occasions, while inside the Chief Priest’s house, they spent the whole night trying to make up fraudulent charges against him. By Friday morning, they had gotten something to stick, or at least they convinced themselves they had, and dragged Jesus over to the Governor’s house, where after hours of back and forth, Pilate handed my friend over to be killed, even though he knew that Jesus had done nothing that deserved crucifixion. We watched as they beat him senseless, crowned him with thorns, mocked him, spit at him, and made him carry his own cross through the city and out to Golgotha, where they nailed him to a cross and laughed at him while he slowly suffocated to death. As the sun was about to set, they took down his body and we hastily put it in this tomb in order to keep the Sabbath. And now, here I am ready to anoint him for a proper burial and somebody has taken him away. Why am I weeping? *Gestures broadly at everything. *. Yeah, all of that, and a whole lot more, is why I’m weeping.
I’m thinking that maybe most of you can relate to the sarcastic Mary Magdalene character I’ve created in my mind. Without so many of the traditions that I know and love about Holy Week, I’ve found it really challenging to get into the mindset that there is anything different about today; that there is anything worth celebrating. As I got up this morning, while it was still dark, put on my seersucker suit that barely fits thanks to a month of snacking, TV watching, and social distancing, and prepared to make my way to 1215 State Street, I couldn’t help but feel sad. I miss seeing your smiling faces, I miss the craziness of the Easter Egg Hunts all around the building, I miss the brass and the timpani, I miss seeing Mrs. Spiller arrive at 7:30 to tie lilies to the processional cross, though she still managed to be here in spirit, I miss the joy, the excitement, and the exhaustion of a week that is hard and holy and exhausting and awe-inspiring all wrapped up in one. I miss *gestures broadly at everything* all of it.
As soon as Mary expresses her fear, frustration, and anguish with the two angels, a new character arrives on the scene. She assumes him to be the gardener and implores him, “If you took him, please tell me where he is so that I can give him a proper burial.” There is still not even an inkling in her mind that Jesus is anything other than dead and his body, missing. This moment had to be the depth of her sadness, her darkest hour, as she desperately searched for the body of her friend, Rabbi, and Lord. There, at rock bottom, nearly crushed by the shadow of the valley of death, the man Mary thought was the gardener spoke a single word, and her world, and the whole world, changed forever.
This year, when everything feels so strange and difficult and dark, I think the word that changed everything for me is “Alleluia.” I’ll admit, I snuck it in a few days early. Standing beside a grave in Fairview #1 on Thursday afternoon, I ended the Committal liturgy by saying “Alleluia, Christ is risen.” Five voices replied back “The Lord is risen indeed, Alleluia,” and I almost lost it; as the power of breaking that particular fast washed over me.
A word of praise that we set aside for the season of Lent. A communal act of fasting that is meant to help prepare us for the joy of Easter. Having not said that word for more than a month, when I heard it come from my lips, it brought me a twinge of the joy that I knew I’d miss this morning. I don’t know if hearing it through a screen and saying it in your pajamas or your Easter finest in your living room had the same effect, but I sure hope it did.
A new meme was created this week ahead of Easter-in-Quarantine. While it isn’t nearly as popular as the *gestures broadly at everything* meme, I found it helpful as I processed my emotions around this odd and holy day. It features an image of the Grinch, and in someone’s best Dr. Seuss impression, it reads, “It came without dresses. It came without ties. It came without baskets, egg, hams, or pies. And he puzzled and puzzled ‘til his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before. What if Easter, he thought, doesn’t come from a store? What if Easter, perhaps, means a little bit more?” Now, we know that the Easter Bunny is an essential employee, and I hope you’re having something delicious for dinner today, but the deep truth of that meme remains. Even without many of the usual trappings of Easter, Jesus Christ is risen today! No power on earth, in heaven, or hell, no pandemic or *gestures broadly at everything* anything else in all creation can keep Easter from coming. Whether we are all gathered in this space, or each in our own homes. The tomb is still empty. Darkness did not win. Hope still lives.
It’s ok to miss all the fun things that go along with our Easter celebrations, but this year, I have found it helpful to remember that the joy of Easter was first discovered by Mary Magdalene in sadness and deep darkness. In the speaking of a single word, Jesus raised Mary Magdalene to resurrected life. At the heart of Easter is the truth that God will never leave us, and that sometimes, even with just a single word, God can overcome *gestures broadly at everything* all the sorrow and worry and shame that the world, and we, can place upon us. Jesus Christ is risen today, and is present in every living room, bedroom, and back porch where this message is being live-streamed, ready to embrace you with the grace and hope and love of God. So, whether you are gathered with your spouse, with your children, or watching this and feeling all alone, know that you are loved by God and by your community at Christ Church. And even though we are apart, with God’s help, we can *gestures broadly at everything* all be together as we share in the Good News of Easter, “Alleluia! Christ is risen!” “The Lord is risen indeed, Alleluia!” Amen.