Sermon Tone Analysis

Sermon Title: Young man, I say to you, arise

Sermon Text: Luke 7:11-17                2nd Sunday after Pentecost

 

Grace be unto you and peace from God our Father and from the Lord, Jesus Christ.

Amen.

Let us hear the Word of God, as we find it written in St. Luke’s Gospel, the 7th chapter.

11* **Soon afterward he went to a town called Nain, and his disciples and a great crowd went with him.

*12* **As he drew near to the gate of the town, behold, a man who had died was being carried out, the only son of his mother, and she was a widow, and a considerable crowd from the town was with her.

*13* **And when the Lord saw her, he had compassion on her and said to her, “Do not weep.”

*14* **Then he came up and touched the bier, and the bearers stood still.

And he said, “Young man, I say to you, arise.”

*15* **And the dead man sat up and began to speak, and Jesus gave him to his mother.

*16* **Fear seized them all, and they glorified God, saying, “A great prophet has arisen among us!” and “God has visited his people!” *17* **And this report about him spread through the whole of Judea and all the surrounding country.

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Let us pray: and now let the words of my mouth and the meditation of our hearts be acceptable in thy sight, Oh Lord, our strength and our Redeemer.

Amen.

Death is not something people like to talk about.

Young people believe themselves to be invincible to the sting of death.

The older people get, the more they worry and fret about death.

It has been this way ever since our first parents sinned in the Garden of Eden.

People live, people die.

History is full of dead people.

Poets have written on the subject of death, songs have been sung about it, and movies concerning death, have been compartmentalized into genres such as comedy, drama, and horror.

At one point in time or another, everyone has had a personal encounter with death.

Yet if you were to bring up the subject of death at a party, more than likely the mood would turn somber, and people would start recounting the tales of their dearly departed.

Yes, death is not something people like to talk or even think about.

There are countless commercials on television that promote ways to longer life in this bottle or that cream.

There are various drugs that have been developed to help extend and improve one’s life.

There are various treatment facilities that offer everything from health spas to total makeovers.

The world is looking for a cure for death.

The world is searching, like the famous Spaniard, Ponce de León, for a fountain of youth that will bring youth and immortality.

Yet there is no such fountain of youth.

All of the creams and bottles, pills and makeovers cannot stop death.

The world, though it tries its hardest to cheat death, knows that death is inevitable and final.

The woman in our Gospel lesson today had been touched with this finality not once, but twice.

First, she had lost her husband.

In those days, women did not earn incomes, and were therefore supported completely by their husbands.

If their husband was to die, it was the responsibility of her offspring to care for her.

So in this lesson, we find a woman who is, or rather was, supported by her offspring because her husband was dead, but now, her son, her only son was dead as well.

Imagine the grief and turmoil that must have been running through her head.

How would she ever make ends meet?

How in the world would she provide for a roof over head and food in her belly?

Not only did she have to worry about how she would make it with no one to provide for her, but she also had to deal with the grief of losing first her husband, and now, her own flesh and blood – her only son.

The city of Nain was a small town in the district of Galilee.

It was not too far away from Nazareth, 9 or so miles.

One can imagine it as a quiet town, where everybody knew everyone.

The Evangelist Luke indicates that a considerable crowd was with the widow as she followed those who bore her son out of the town.

This is of no surprise to us, when everybody knows everyone; a death is a major event.

More than likely the whole town had been crippled by this young man’s death.

Ahead of them, at the gates of the town was yet another crowd.

This crowd did not know of the grievous events that had unfolded in Nain.

They knew only of the wonders which the man they were following had performed.

There were some who had been with this man since the early days of His ministry.

Others had joined up at various occasions when He taught, or when He had healed.

The most recent members of this crowd had become part of the crowd at the last town in which this man had been in.

There, in Capernaum, they had witnessed a Centurion who, because of his faith in this man, had a servant of his restored to health without this man ever touching or seeing the servant.

All of the members of this crowd followed a man from Nazareth; a man who had been born of a virgin in a stable in the town of Bethlehem.

This crowd followed Jesus, the son of God.

Here, at the gate to the small town of Nain, amidst two crowds, one mourning the death of one of their own and the other celebrating the wondrous events they had seen; a widow who was mourning the death of her only son met the Son of God.

There was no pomp and circumstance.

No fanfare announcing the entry of the second person of the Trinity.

In fact, one can almost hear the silence that must have stricken both crowds.

But the crowds did not go about their own agendas, for the Lord intervened.

“*Do not weep*,” Jesus says to the widow.

Doesn’t that just command authority?

Here is a woman who has at some previous point in time lost her husband, and now lost her only son being told not to weep.

Here, on the road leading out of town to where she will lay her son’s body to rest she meets a man who is being followed by a crowd.

This man, whom she has never laid eyes on before, who couldn’t even know her predicament, her grief, her sorrow – has just told her to stop weeping.

Before she or any of the other members of the town can respond, Jesus proceeds to the bier.

A bier was a type of stretcher that the dead person was laid upon and carried out to the tomb or other burial facility.

Jesus walks up and touches this stretcher with the dead man, the only son of the widow on it and commands the man, “*Young man, I say to you, arise.*”

Imagine the shock that must have went through the town crowd, when obeying the command of this man, *the dead man sat up and began to speak*.

Their amazement could not be contained.

*Fear seized them all, and they glorified God, saying, “A great prophet has arisen among us!” and “God has visited his people!”*

The greatest miracle, which one can do, is beyond a doubt, the raising of a dead person.

What greater miracle can be imagined than one in which a person who was once dead has been raised to life?

Yet, how does this account of the raising of the young man in Nain have anything to do with you and me?

The widow, is she any different from us?

We might not be widows or widowers, but we have all been touched by death in personal ways.

Did the widow do anything to deserve her son’s resurrection?

Not at all.

The text informs us that it was Christ who took compassion on her.

In your life and mine, do we do things that merit Christ having compassion upon us?

Absolutely not!

We know through the teachings of Scripture that we all have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God.

We also are made well aware that it is not by our deeds that Christ has mercy upon us, but rather He has mercy upon us because of His grace through faith in Him.

See we, like the widow have done nothing to deserve any compassion He may dispense.

But dear Christian friends, he does have compassion for us.

His Father loved us so much that He sent His son to die for our sins.

Christ willingly paid our debt to sin so that we would not have to face the finality of death.

We, like the widow, do not deserve this great gift, yet He gives it freely.

Or are we any different from the young man who was dead?

Each and every one of us, before we were baptized, was held in the clutches of death.

We along with the world feared death above everything else.

Yet because we are baptized we have died to sin and been made alive in Christ.

Our iniquities were nailed to the tree upon which the Son of God hung.

When Jesus was laid in the tomb He took our sins with Him, yet He left them there in an empty grave when He rose from the dead.

When our race has been run, we need not fear the finality of death.

For our souls reside in heaven with our Father, and our bodies are only asleep, awaiting the call of our Savior to arise from their resting place and be perfected.

Because He lives so we too will live.

We have been given this promise by Him and should trust in it securely.

We need not fear death, for Christ has conquered the powers of sin, death, and the devil all for you and me and all people.