“BEGGING FOR BOGART”

Scripture Lesson:  Mark 16: 1-8

Dr. Matthew S. Brown

April 16, 2006

 

 

Humphrey Bogart has just convinced the love of his life to leave him behind.  With a “Here’s looking at you, kid” and a smile he bids her adieu. Ingrid Bergman boards the plane, and Bogart walks down the fog-laced Casablanca tarmac with Claude Reins as he utters one of Hollywood’s most famous closing lines, “Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”

 

Great Ending.  The credits roll and you feel patriotic, sentimental, ennobled, and hopeful all at once.  Even if the popcorn was a bit burnt  you can’t help but have a good taste in your mouth. 

 

Great Endings.  Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan find one another in the park.  Michael Douglas skewers a political villain and then strides in to deliver the State of the Union.  Barbara Stanwyck cradles Jimmy Stewart in her arms as Claude Reins, in another role, confesses his guilt.  The little bell rings on the Christmas tree as a sign that Clarence the Angel has earned his wings.  An old sled is thrown into a fiery furnace and before the flames swallow it whole you read the word “Rosebud” and know that money and power have so little to do with happiness.  Rocky yells out to Adrian and speech therapists shudder all the world over.  Great Endings.

 

There is resolution.  There is completion (and no, that’s not a reference to Tom Cruise and Renee Zellwegger)  There is closure.  Questions are sorted out, disentangled, unraveled, answered.

O, we know how artful and creative it can be to leave the audience dazed and full of questions, wrestling with mysteries wrapped in riddles inside enigmas, to leave us asking, “Well, did she or didn’t she?”  But many of us say, “Stop trying to impress the Academy and tell me if they caught the killer.

 

And so it is that Mark’s gospel leaves us with knots in our stomachs, our minds muddled, our fears unassuaged.  “So they went out and fled from the tomb, for terror and amazement had seized them; and they said nothing to anyone, for they were afraid.”  That’s what scholars believe to be the actual ending to Mark’s gospel.  In fact, Fred Craddock suggests that the original Greek has the gospel ending mid-sentence, “...they said nothing to anyone, for they were afraid and...”  Imagine John Kennedy saying “Ask not what your country can do for you.  Ask, what...”   “OK, what?”

 

Is that any way to end the story?  In Mark, we have no great commissions to disciples on the mountaintop; no grilled fish breakfasts down by the seaside; no show and tells for doubting Thomas; no hiking trips to Emmaus; no tearful reunions with Mary Magdelene.  No, in Mark, grieving women see a tomb empty except for a juvenile stranger who is certainly not Jesus.  They hear news of a resurrection, but they see no Jesus; they hear no Jesus, and we are left begging for a Bogart ending. 

 

The words of the linen-clad stranger sound hopeful but the women are stuck in a “This is not what I expected” form of shock, a “what do we do now?” posture.  Looking like first time visitors ascending from the subway in New York or London, there is confusion, there is fear. 

 

There may be hope but they’re not singing any Hallelujah choruses, yet.”

 

It is an awkward ending, an ending so unsatisfactory to some early believers that they decided to fill in the blank, adding verses and appearances that were not part of the original.  There has also been supposition that part of the original manuscript was torn away leaving us with something like those irritating copies the Xerox spits out that are missing half a column (My office is directly beside the copy machine and I’ve heard your cries of lament!).

 

Matthew gives us a sense of completion and a clear mandate with the Great Commission.  In Luke, the risen Jesus even sits down with the disciples to teach, giving an unambiguous explanation of the events that have transpired, and then Luke even describes for us Christ’s ascension into heaven.  In John, the risen Christ surprises the disciples with his appearance and wishes them peace but Mark doesn’t do that.  We are left awkwardly wondering whether we have missed something.

 

Do you remember American Bandstand?  You know, “It’s got a good beat and it’s easy to dance to,” and all that stuff.  Dick Clark would bring on the latest one hit wonders like Looking Glass and 10cc for “live,” lip-synced performances as the youth gyrated to the beat around, above, and behind them.  But, do you remember how the songs usually ended?  Not with a crescendoing, guitar riffing, piano banging, bass thumping, drum thundering drive toward that final explosive chord where the guitarist leaps into the air and the drummer hits everything he can put a limb in contact with. 

 

No, on Bandstand, the prerecorded songs would just sort of fade out with the musicians and dancers awkwardly slowing to a stop, just standing there as if to say, “Well, I can’t fake that!” 

Where’s the finish, Mark?  In this Gospel, there’s no moment of “Ta Da!”  And yet, there is something to be said for reading and appreciating Mark as it is.  I love the way Patrick Wilson describes Mark’s ending.  “[Mark] refuses to tie the loose ends of the gospel into a tidy bow of fleeting consolations...  What Mark’s ending lacks in romance it makes up for in sheer realism. 

 

Isn’t this the world we live in?  No enchanted world of thinly fabricated happily-ever-afters, but a world in which we hold tightly to the promise and fearfully tread our way through a tangle of doubts and amazements.”

 

Like those women long ago, we have heard the good news that Jesus has risen.  Like those women long ago, we, today and tomorrow, must struggle with the question of whether those words hold weight.

 

One of the most meaningful moments in the church year is when the worship leader stands to say, “The Lord is risen,” and the congregation jubilantly responds, “He is risen indeed.”  It is that affirmation, that belief that brings meaning and purpose to everything else.  And yet, I cannot stand and raise that affirmation, sing that promise without acknowledging that we came into this place bearing more than lovely Easter lilies.  We also came in with our questions, with our doubts, with our unresolved guilt, with our often complex and confusing life stories. 

 

We come into this place vainly hiding the wounds that life in this world has given us - wounds from the outside and wounds self-inflicted. 

 

We may come into this place with that world-beating bearing of confidence (You know that’s a common pose down here in South Charlotte), but maybe also we come with underlying fears about what tomorrow holds.  Maybe we come in bearing the insecurities we would never admit, but insecurities that become transparent in our boasting.  Aren’t most of our “Look at what I’ve dones”, truly band-aids covering self-doubts and anxieties? 

 

“Jesus Christ is risen today!”  I sing it and I mean it.  But, yes, there are those days when we’re also echoing Frank Sinatra who sang, “Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered.”  Our questions, our fears, our doubts, though, are not the enemies of faith.  Rather, actually they are a part of faith.

 

There is a grand difference between faith and religious certitude.  Faith is believing in that which you cannot see and may not understand.  Religious certitude is a false arrogance that is responsible for so much that plagues God’s good earth today.  There is a whole lot being said and done in this land and around the globe supposedly in the name of God that has nothing to do with God and faith.  Long ago Pascal correctly observed that “Human beings never do evil so cheerfully as when they do it from religious conviction.”

 

Life without faith is a tragedy.  Life without doubt is an illusion.  And so, there we are with Mary and Mary and Salome climbing out of the tomb, not fully comprehending all that has transpired, trying to compute what has just been said, walking in the general direction we’ve been told to go, but not sure what to think or say along the way.

 

Their experience is our experience.  We may be begging for more of a Bogart ending, but think for a moment about what you’re doing when you come out of a movie that ended with unresolved questions.  You’re asking the other people in the car, “Hey, what was it she said to the man in the shadows?”  “What do you think was the significance of the rose petals?”             

 

You see, the conversation continues.  You’re lying awake in bed that night thinking through that plot again.  Your appreciation and understanding grow as you continue to reflect and discuss. 

 

Well, what do you think Mark is inviting us to do?  Go back, read through the story from the beginning.  Indeed, Mark starts his gospel with these words, “The beginning of the good news of Jesus Christ.”  What we thought was an unsatisfactory ending is just a part of the beginning of the story that continues even as we engage it here in the childhood of the 21st Century. 

 

Our questions can lead us right back into the story.  Can’t you see these women trying to look back and remember what Jesus had said that might make some sense out of their confusion. 

In the face of today’s doubts and fears, Mark is inviting us to the same exercise.  What was it that Jesus said which could offer some clarity for our confusion.  Look!  In chapter eight Jesus describes what is to transpire.  And hey, look!  He says the same thing in chapter 9.  And, well I’ll be, he says it again in chapter ten.  He would be arrested, he would be killed, he would rise again.

 

Do you see what Mark is doing?  With this ending, he is inviting us to go back to the beginning time and again, to mine the meaning that continues to reveal itself in new and surprising ways.  And as we participate in the journey, we hold onto the same promise given to the women at the tomb.  “He is going before you.”  Time and again we return to the story and there find clues to facing today’s fears. 

 

Did you see the movie The Fugitive?  Federal Marshall Tommy Lee Jones chasing surgeon/fugitive Harrison Ford through the Illinois countryside and the streets and structures of urban Chicago.  When others are ready to give up, the savvy marshall comes upon some clue that lets him know the fugitive is near.  A piece of clothing; the sounds of a train station in the background of a phone message; a photograph; a medical record.  There are clues, signs, and encounters that make the marshall believe with his mind and know in his heart that the one for whom he searches is near.

 

And so it is with us and our Easter faith.  There are still questions and confusion to be experienced on this side of the cross.  But as we step and stumble forward we too, carry with us the promise that Christ is going before us, and as we follow we know he is near in the sacred signs and kingdom clues and close encounters the risen Christ grants us all along the journey.

Will there be questions and doubts that come with us out of the empty tomb?  Surely.  But William Sloane Coffin, who I quoted to you last week and who in death joined the communion of the saints this week, framed the matter of faith well when he quoted German poet Maria Rilke.  “Love the questions and live into the answers.” (Coffin, Letters to a Young Doubter)

 

The young man in the tomb said much the same, not with a “Ta. Da!”, but with a promise:  “He is going before you.”

 

The ending of Mark’s gospel is a beginning for us.  So, singing the songs of Easter, let’s gather up our questions and join the journey, living into the answers through the power of the risen Christ.  Amen.    

 

 

 

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