Do you remember the first time you saw someone cry? Was it a parent who was grieving? Was it a sister who fell and scraped her knee on the playground? Was it you, looking in the mirror as tears rolled down your face because you were scolded?
I don’t remember the first time I saw someone cry. But I remember all kinds of occasions when I saw others cry: myself in school when a teacher was harsh with me, one of my parents at a funeral, a school librarian after receiving a call that her father had died.
And I remember being mystified by tears. Tears are a funny thing indeed. Sometimes, when a person is crying, it’s impossible to tell whether they’re sad or happy. People cry when they’ve suffered a loss. They cry when they’re in physical pain. They cry when they laugh at a joke. They cry when they’ve received good news. Tears are a mystery, aren’t they?
When Jesus cries after the death of his friend Lazarus, it may be one of the most touching moments in holy Scripture. Here we see Jesus’s full humanity. Jesus wept. But it’s so easy to romanticize Jesus’s tears. There’s no doubt in my mind that Jesus was sad at the death of his friend, but it's also true that Jesus didn’t cry when he first learned of Lazarus’s death. Did he eventually cry because he wished he’d gone to Lazarus sooner? Maybe, even though Jesus did everything according to his Father’s time. Did he cry because he saw Mary weeping, as well as her friends? Perhaps. Sometimes, it’s the tears of others that open the floodgates on our own tear ducts.
We don’t really know why Jesus cried. But could his tears have been prompted by what is said to him when he asks where Lazarus has been laid? It’s a familiar line in John’s Gospel. We first hear it way back in chapter one, right after Jesus is baptized. He’s walking by John and two of his disciples. They begin to follow Jesus. They ask him where he’s staying. And Jesus utters the words that seem to elicit his own tears in chapter eleven. Come and see.
Maybe it’s just such an ordinary line that John can’t help but use it when Jesus asks where Lazarus has been laid to rest. Maybe it’s nothing more than that. But I can’t shake the fact that this invitation, Come and see, is no ordinary line in the hands of St. John. It’s the invitation by which all come to Christ and begin walking the road of discipleship.
And it’s what precedes Jesus’s tears. Come and see. It’s a haunting memory of the call of the first disciples, before all the troubles that Jesus would soon encounter. It’s a poignant recollection of the most important call of the Messiah. Come and see. Come follow me, and you will be changed forever.
But what are Jesus’s tears? Are they merely tears of sadness? Are they tears of deep hurt? Are they tears of anger? Are they, mysteriously enough, tears of joy? What kind of tears does Jesus cry? Because in those tears, we find a hinge point in the story of Jesus’s mission.
Jesus’s tears are at the emotionally laden moment where the sober reality of death meets the promise of eternal life. There’s no question that Lazarus was dead. Jesus says as much. Lazarus didn’t simply fall asleep. He died. His friends, family, and Jesus himself wept salty tears at this hard reality.
But death has met more than its match in the promise of eternal life. It’s not a mere whiff of eternal life that will only come at some point in the future. Jesus himself is the incarnated presence of eternal life. Eternal life is walking on the earth.
And eternal life incarnated is weeping. He is deeply moved in spirit and troubled. He is, as the Greek verb tells us, even indignant. And in his emotional turmoil, three haunting words prompt Jesus’s tears because something is terribly, terribly wrong. His precious invitation has been inverted. Come and see are supposed to be the words that are used to invite others into discipleship, into life, not death. Come and see this man who has changed our lives forever! Come and see the one who heals the sick, makes the blind to see, and shows such compassion! Come and see the one for whom we have been waiting for so long!
Come and see is an invitation into freedom. It’s the call to see in visible form God remaking a world rent apart by sin and evil. It’s the call to let go of the guilt, shame, and trauma of our past and walk out into a redeemed future. It’s the call to leave behind the shackles of a world captive to sin and death and to cross the Red Sea into glorious liberty. It’s the call to leave behind everything to follow the one who will transform our selves, souls, and bodies.
And now, Jesus’s beautiful words of invitation are being used to invite us to look only at death and not at life on the other side of it. This is what’s terribly wrong. Come and see where Lazarus has been laid. Come and see that we will never hear Lazarus’s voice again. Come and see his cold, lifeless body in the dark tomb. Come and see the wound that has been punctured in our hearts. Come and see that death has won this fight.
And Jesus, indignant and deeply moved inside, is groaning with righteous anger at the cowardly shrewdness of death. And then he weeps. Surely they are tears of sorrow. Surely they are tears of hurt.
Jesus weeps at the hideous brashness of death, which thinks it always has the last word. Jesus weeps at the travesty of the accusing voice of the evil one who would invite us to stare death in the face as if it were all there is. As Jesus wept, he still weeps as we stand at the crossroads, where death and eternal life face off. We stand there all the time. Perhaps even now you are hearing the voice of death call to you.
Come and see, it says, that you never were much, and you never will be much. Come and see, it says, that you will always be measured by your worst offenses. Come and see, it says, that your illness is proof that God can do nothing for you. Come and see, it says, that you will never be able to forgive the one who hurt you thirty years ago. Come and see, it says, that war and violence are the only ways to safety. Come and see, it says, that the Church’s decline will be her sure demise. Come and see, it says, that the damage inflicted on this good earth is too far gone to rehabilitate. Come and see, come and see, come and see that death has won.
And Jesus weeps. He still weeps with us. He weeps because the precious invitation to discipleship has been coopted by death’s lies that still speak softly in our ears. He weeps because we have bought these lies and still do when we are told that this world’s vicious terms are what we must accept. But he weeps, too, with joy that this is, indeed, not the end of the story. He weeps because he is standing at the entrance to the tomb and calling to us.
Surely Jesus’s tears are also tears of joy. They are the only visible expression of a joy so deep that others don’t yet understand it. Jesus weeps because what everyone else thinks is the end of the story is only the beginning.
As he summoned Lazarus to life, the Good Shepherd still stands outside the tomb and calls each of us, by name. Come out, he cries! Come out from your bondage, and I will loosen all that is binding you to sin and death. Come out and see that, although death is undoubtedly real, it’s not the end. Come out and see that even in this life, resurrection glory is casting its glow upon us. Come out and see that there’s always room for forgiveness. Come out and see that we never need to accept the lie that death is the final word. Come out and see that if you believe in me, you will live forever.
And when we emerge from the tomb, we squint because our eyes are so used to the dark. But we have done it. We have stood at the crossroads where death confronts more than its match. One voice rises above the tensive fray. We have recognized the voice of the one who is our true Shepherd, whose voice we will always know. He’s calling our name. And we turn away from the cowardly voice of death because we know it’s the voice of the hireling.
And like Jesus, we weep. We weep that for so long we have believed the voices of death that have tried to pull us down. But we also weep because we have experienced the deepest joy imaginable. We now know, like we’ve never known before, that in this battle, one voice always wins. Come and see, and you will be changed. Come and see that things can be so different. Come and see, and you will live forever.
Sermon by Father Kyle Babin
The Fifth Sunday in Lent
March 26, 2023