He wears a red and white-striped sweater. Regardless of the temperature, he is never spied (when he’s spied at all) without his toboggan cap. I’m told he wears glasses. Since 1987, people have been searching far and wide for him: straining, squinting, trying to catch a glimpse. Whether in a crowded city scene, on the beach, or at the circus, we struggle in vain to detect his presence. Until sooner or later someone cries out, “Where’s Waldo?”
We read the Waldo books to our kids when they were little. They would turn each page with glee to hunt for Waldo, but as their eyes scanned up and down to no avail, smiles would be replaced by furrowed brows, as the toboggan cap and striped sweater remained elusive. And if the kids were tired and cranky, the whole enterprise would end in tears.
This is the Sunday following Ascension Day, and this morning we read the passage from Acts in which Jesus leaves the disciples and, in Luke’s telling, literally ascends into heaven like some god in a Greek drama, as if hoisted into the sky by pulleys and ropes. Just before Jesus disappears, the disciples ask him, “Lord, is this the time when you will restore the kingdom to Israel?” The language in which the question is cast is opaque to us, but they are asking, in essence, “Now that Easter has happened—now that you have defeated death—is this the moment when wounds will be healed, brokenness mended, wrongs righted? Is this the final scene, when all of God’s purposes will be fulfilled?”
In response, Jesus equivocates. He says, “It is not for you to know the times or periods that the Father has set by his own authority.” And with that, like the Wizard of Oz rising into the sky in his hot air balloon, Jesus is gone.
From that moment to this, the followers of Jesus have been waiting and looking. We want Jesus to return to finish what he started. And while each generation tends to think it lives in the midst of the very worst the world can get, it is true that our own present world is thoroughly broken. Whether we consider war and devastation in far flung places like Sudan or Ukraine, the hunger we see each week here at home through our food pantry, natural disasters like the March 31 tornado that affected so many of our own parishioners, or the toxic polarization of relationships throughout communities across the globe, the project of redemption and repair Jesus began surely seems unfinished. If we’re so inclined, we might borrow the words from Peter’s first letter today and say, “Like a roaring lion, our adversary the devil prowls around, looking for someone to devour.”[i]
All of which begs the question, where is Jesus? What is he doing? When will he appear? Where will we find him? Is he up in some ethereal heaven, looking down on us like the Greek gods on Olympus, or is he hiding in our midst, like Waldo in those children’s books? As we strain our eyes to see him, we can certainly sometimes meltdown like children in our confusion and sorrow, as Jesus remains hidden from us in our hurting world. What, then, to do? With Jesus that elusive, how do we direct our anxiety in his absence?
In a number of recent sermons[ii], we’ve talked about how many modern strands of Christianity have coped with Jesus’ absence. They turn faith into a binary dualism, focusing not on this life but on the afterlife. In reaction to the furtive, subconscious anxiety that Jesus is missing altogether, they posit instead that Jesus is up there in that faraway heaven where he rose on those ropes and pulleys so long ago, and that the entire point of this life is to focus on our individual status as either eventually joining him there or being cast into hell.
Could that be what it’s all about? Let’s turn to the Gospel this morning and find out. My fellow Saint Mark’s clergy have already heard me say that I don’t prefer to preach on John’s Gospel. That’s not to say that I don’t like it. I love John’s Gospel. But it is by far the most difficult of the four gospels to preach, because in it Jesus delivers extensive speeches on the nature of God and us, and—as today—Jesus engages in lengthy one-sided conversations with God the Father. When Jesus’ thoughts are broken into bite-sized bits, as John’s Gospel tends to be when preached or studied in bible studies, the bits can be taken to mean anything we want them to mean and not at all what Jesus intends. Consequently, John’s Gospel is notoriously easy to misunderstand, both by lay people and, frankly, by preachers.
Take, for example, the idea of “eternal life.” Because of the tendency I described before, when, in our desperation to find Jesus we dilute Christianity into being primarily the means by which we’ll eventually get to join the disappeared Jesus up there in heaven, we take the term “eternal life” and, in our minds if not in our words, we translate it to mean “afterlife.” But that’s not what John means by eternal life at all.
Which gets us back to our search for Jesus. Where is he? Throughout John’s Gospel, read as a whole and not in bits, we get a completely different sense of what Jesus’ ascension might mean. Absent are Luke’s images of a Jesus lifted up into the clouds. Rather, Jesus’ many speeches and prayers in John instead talk of a union between God and Jesus’ followers that is accomplished in and through Jesus. (Already confusing, isn’t it? I told you John is hard to preach!) It comes to a head in chapter seventeen, just after what we read today. Jesus prays to God, “I in them and you in me, that they may become perfectly one, so that the world may know that you sent me and loved them even as you loved me.”[iii] Just a few verses prior, Jesus gives a name to this union. He says, “This is eternal life, that [my followers] may know you.” It’s no secret that, in biblical parlance, the term “to know” means more than data points. It means an intimate knowing, like that of lovers, an embracing union.
The biblical scholar William Countryman wrote a book called The Mystical Way in the Fourth Gospel, and that title may help us to understand what Jesus is talking about more than anything else. Eternal life is not the afterlife. It doesn’t refer to us rising up to heaven to join the Jesus who got there before us. It means that, somehow, Jesus has already joined us to God mystically. Somehow, through his resurrection, just as the temple curtain was rent open, Jesus has opened our souls, and into us Jesus has flowed, like the current of a river. Jesus has not ascended up there, John says, but in here. And that presence of Christ in us, connecting us directly to the divine—to God—replaces the life we have lived with a new life, eternal life, the life in which God is not, even now, distant and apart from us, but in us, uniting us with God and with one another. “I in them and you in me,” Jesus says.
Where is Jesus? We can quit straining our eyes to look for him, hidden in the crowd. We can stop pining for the day after death when we’ll finally rise up to meet him. Jesus is here, right now. Jesus lives in you and in me, and through us. Jesus is a risen, living reality. If we look inwardly for him, into our own souls, our anxiety will melt as we meet Jesus there. And, we will find ourselves empowered by his presence to move through the world binding its wounds and mending its brokenness. When we discover than Christ lives within—truly lives, connecting us to God—then eternal life begins this very day.
[i] 1 Peter 5:8
[ii] https://rectorspage.wordpress.com/2023/05/07/poetry-or-plastic-what-is-the-way/ and https://rectorspage.wordpress.com/2023/03/26/those-who-believe-in-me/
[iii] John 17:23, English Standard Version