‘The dead do not praise the Lord.’

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You do not remember what you ate yesterday for breakfast, for you are a forgetful generation. There is nothing more pleasing to the mind of we who sin than forgetfulness. What is more pleasing than not knowing? Ignorance is bliss. Ignorance of our own misery is bliss. Ignorance of our own shame is bliss. Ignorance of our own past is bliss. What greater fear is there, than to be reminded of the sins of our youth?

God granted wine, to gladden the hearts of men. Man conceived whiskey to numb the conscience of mankind.

How forgetful are we? We know not even our own forefathers. You know your parents; maybe know you well your grandparents? Perhaps, but your great grandparents? How far back does the line of your memory draw before it is cut off; before the memory of your lineage darkens to blackness; how far, before your ancestors are dead to you?

Think of all who are dead to you; all who, though they gave you life, yet you know not their name; they who are dead; those buried in the crypt of your mind, beneath unmarked earth, with not even an effaced stone by which to call upon their name.

‘The sons of this age marry and are given in marriage’, and as you have, you shall have children; but time shall devour; and your name shall be lost to the memory of the grandchildren and great grandchildren. You will no longer be a parent, but an assumption; you are only known to exist because you must have existed if the current age is to exist, and for no other reason.

‘Teach us to number our days, O lord, that we might know wisdom.’ For there is no greater wisdom than to know that the breath of our mouth and the beats of our heart are as numbered as the days of our life. These too shall cease.

Walk upon the dust of the ground as you leave this day, kick at the grass, gaze into the earth, the mother of flesh. Even ‘from dust thou art’ so to this ‘dust shalt thou return’. With patience this earth awaits you, to devour you; for out of its generosity it grants you daily bread, but in its justice, it will demand of you ‘the end of all flesh, for the earth is filled with violence.’

On that day, O Christian, and I do not say this lightly, for the day of your death will be the day when you shall be called upon more than any other to be a Christian; on that day, close your eyes to this world, to this life, and depart in peace.

The world shall see you leave, your corpse shall be commended into the earth from whence it came, and you shall descend into hell. You shall be reckoned among the souls in Sheol.

Lost to the world of the living, you shall be in the realm of the dead. Yet, you, who are marked with the Cross, shall you weep? Shall you hide in terror? Will you lament as the lost? A cross is born in your breast, and him who you do not remember, him who is your father of whom you keep no portrait, for he is forgotten to you, shall greet you. Abraham, in blessed silence shall receive you, the father of your great nation, the nation of Israel, the everlasting Church, the people of God.

Before him dwell the wretched faithful; Lazarus, the poor in life, friend of dogs; Lazarus, who twice tasted death, friend of Christ; Lazarus, son of Eric, teacher of men.

You shall consider yourself damned, and among the dead. You cry out ‘Where is your God?’

The little child speaks to you: ‘Our God is in the heavens; he does all that he pleases.’ ‘Blessed is the name of the Lord forevermore.’

You shall say, ‘but child, but poor man, but friend, you are dead, why do you continue to bless the Lord?’

And he shall say, ‘The dead do not praise the Lord, nor do any go down in silence. We who have fallen asleep are not dead, and our song shall hallow the halls of hell unto the end of this age; for Christ is our life, even as He has been the life of all the forgotten. For this our father Abraham, though he descended to dwell in this earth before his offspring became as the sands of the shore now gazes upward upon a Church more numerous than the stars of the sky. This our father Isaac who was promised a land flowing with milk and honey in the world of his sojourning, though never receiving his inheritance in the brevity of his mortal life, has become an inheritor of the life of the world to come. This our father Jacob, who saw God face to face for but a moment, and died, now is called among us Israel, for he shall see God.

‘For God is not the God of the dead, but of the living, and we who have been commended into the womb of the earth, fearless, dwell with our fathers, in everlasting memory of the Lord’s promise to us.

‘Behold, a fire we have seen within a bush descend unto this now sacred ground. The consuming fire of our God, the God of our fathers, whom you have forgotten, but whom now you shall know forever. This fire is Christ. See how He calls out from the bush from everlasting to everlasting ‘I am that I am.’ And even as He is, we who once were, shall be forevermore, for we are in Him, and He is in us, even as you are in Him, and we are now in you, one communion, one Church, united to one God, awaiting one resurrection.

‘For you, late born one, shall not be forgotten by Him, for even as ‘he is remembered throughout all generations’, so are you remembered in Him who is life.

‘Heed my words, for from the mouths of babes has God established His strength. Though you, even as I, were born of a mother, yet to die; you have been received into the earth, the mother of Adam, your first father. And yet no one is conceived in a mother that shall not be born of a mother; even as no one who is sown into the earth shall not be resurrected, for except a seed fall into the earth and die, it remains alone, but if it dies, it grows into all godhood.

‘Therefore, wait with us, late born one, with all your fathers, even Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob; there is no sadness here, for in the former life, there was faith, in this life, there is hope, for in the life to come, there shall be love, for God is love, and he recalls his promises. Wait a short while, you who departed and peace, and now rest with me in peace, and hope, and in joy, for the night is ending, and even now the dawn shines, when our mother the earth shall bare us forth again to my Father and your Father, to my God and your God, hallowed is His name. You, who were late born, rest and sing, with me, who was untimely born, and with all who were born of old, and Christ will give you life.’

So shall the child speak. And you will say,

‘Teacher, you have spoken well.’

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Preached by Pastor Fields

Sermon Texts: Psalm 115:2-18; Exodus 3:1-15; Psalm 148; 2 Thessalonians 2:1-17; Luke 20:27-40