Tuesday of Pentecost 10, (August 19, 2014)
Holy Cross Lutheran Church
Rev. Todd A. Peperkorn
TITLE: â€œLooking to Jesusâ€
Friends and family of Bob, especially Gloria: grace to you and peace from God our Father and the Lord, Jesus Christ. Amen. Our text for today is the Gospel just read from St. John chapter eleven. We focus on the words from St. Paul, â€œBehold! I tell you a mystery. We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed, in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, and the dead will be raised imperishable, and we shall be changed.â€ (1 Corinthians 15:51â€“52 ESV)
Robert Gene (a.k.a. â€œBobâ€) Browner was born the son of Cecil and Nannie Mae Browner in San Jacinto, California, on February 20, 1933. He was baptized the same year. He was confirmed in the Lutheran faith at First Lutheran Church in Concord, California, in 1965. Bob died in Christ, surrounded by his daughters and especially his wife, Gloria, on August 12 in the year of our Lord, two-thousand fourteen. â€œAnd I heard a voice from heaven saying, â€œWrite this: Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord from now on.â€ â€œBlessed indeed,â€ says the Spirit, â€œthat they may rest from their labors, for their deeds follow them!â€â€ (Rev. 14:13 ESV)
In a twinkle of an eye. There was something about Bob that always made you feel like there was more going on than meets the eye. In these latter years of his life, as I came to know him, he moved slowly. He didnâ€™t always speak, and when he did, they were usually short bursts or quips about something or another. But you could tell, you could see it in his eyes. There was more going on. And frankly, you kind of wanted to know what was going on in there.
That is a pretty good picture of the Christian life under the cross, if you think about it. Bob spent his life working, taking care of his wife and family, especially his grandchildren. We could talk about trains, or building, or golf, or one of the manner of things that made Bob tick. Iâ€™m sure I donâ€™t know the half of them. And He was not one for big speeches, at least not in these latter years. But there was and is one thing that makes Bob who he is. Bob is baptized.
Notice what I said there. I didnâ€™t say that Bob was baptized, like this was something that happened long ago and doesnâ€™t matter anymore. No, Bob is baptized. For there is the key, beloved. Bobâ€™s identity was shaped as a child of God when he was baptized. That identity means he is a child of God, an heir of the kingdom of heaven, and that a time is coming, a twinkling of an eye, a time is coming when he will be raised again from the dead.
This is what we call the Gospel, dear friends. The Gospel is that Jesus Christ died on the cross to pay for Bobâ€™s sins, and yours. Bob was not perfect. Far from it. Neither are you, or me. Bob was a sinner who needed Godâ€™s forgiveness. Bob was a sinner, but he is baptized, a child of God and an heir of eternal life. For when Jesus died on the cross, He died for you, and me, and Bob, and indeed, for the whole world. But three days later He rose again from the dead.
Job, even in the midst of all his suffering, Job recognized what God promises in the Messiah. Here again those great words from the prophet:
â€œFor I know that my Redeemer lives, and at the last he will stand upon the earth. And after my skin has been thus destroyed, yet in my flesh I shall see God, whom I shall see for myself, and my eyes shall behold, and not another.â€ (Job 19:25â€“27 ESV)
On the Last Day, Bob will rise again from the dead. And there will be no more stoop in his back. No more Parkinsonâ€™s disease. No more sin or sorrow. No more fear. There will only be joy in the presence of God Himself.
Today, though, we grieve. We miss Bob, and so there is sorrow and pain at our loss. Jesus Himself wept at the death of His friend, Lazarus, and so it is okay for you to weep as well. But remember again those words Jesus spoke to His friend, Martha, who also grieved the death of her brother. Jesus said to her, â€œI am the resurrection and the life. Whoever believes in me, though he die, yet shall he live, and everone who lives and believes in me shall never dieâ€ (John 11:25).
That is Godâ€™s promise to Bob and to all of you. Death is but a sleep, and at the sound of the trumpet on the Last Day, you, and me, and Bob, and all the saints of God will rise again, whole and undefiled. And that, beloved, is really, really good news indeed.
So until then, Bob, rest well in Jesus. Rest well, until we are reunited with saints and angels and all the company of heaven. I look forward to seeing the twinkle in your eye on that day, for it will be a sight to behold. God is faithful. He will do it.
Believe it for Jesusâ€™ sake. Amen.
And now the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, keep your hearts and minds in true faith to life everlasting. Amen.