Jesus had a knack for never being where you would expect to find him. It was an unnerving habit he seemed to have developed even before he was born. I mean, what could be more unexpected than a child who was conceived in the womb of a virgin.
Soon after Jesus was born, a paranoid King Herod sent soldiers to Bethlehem to get rid of him, because that’s where the ancient scriptures predicted the Messiah would be born. But Jesus and his parents were already long gone for Egypt by the time his would-be assassins rode into town looking for him.
When he was an adolescent, his mom and dad lost track of him while they were travelling from Jerusalem to Nazareth. After a few frantic days of searching they found him back in the Jerusalem Temple, astounding the adults and rabbis with his wisdom and knowledge.
As an adult, he always seemed to be found on the wrong side of the tracks, where he hung out sinners that no self-respecting rabbi would go near. Or with the lepers, the blind, the lame, and even the demon possessed. In other words, among the people who were considered to be forsaken by God. Occasionally, he kept company with Gentiles, those who were not members of God’s Covenant people. This insistence Jesus had for hanging out in places and with people where he supposedly didn’t belong made him a lot of enemies along the way. Finally, his enemies crucified him, a death sentence that the Romans used effectively to punish the worst criminals of all, and a form of public execution so horrific and humiliating that it was designed to deter other potential lawbreakers. Which meant a Cross was the last place anyone ever expected to look for the savior of humanity. And as hung there dying, who was at his side? Not any of the disciples who had insisted that they would give their lives for his, but two convicted thieves. Unlikely companions again. After they took his dead body down, they laid him in a tomb, and rolled a huge stone in front of the entrance. “There,” they told themselves, “that should hold him.”
There were a lot of things on Mary Magdalene’s mind when she went back to the tomb a few days later, but not finding Jesus there probably wasn’t one of them. Some things never change, though. The tomb was empty. And Jesus, who had been thoroughly dead, was soon making unexpected appearances to his disciples, in the land of the living. First, to Mary herself in the garden where he had been buried. Later that night, he appeared to the other disciples who were hiding out in the room where they had recently shared what they thought was their last meal with their Lord. Shortly after, Jesus showed up unexpectedly again on a beach, cooking breakfast for them.
A lot of time has passed since then, and you think that we would have learned by now. Learned that Jesus turns up where we least expect him to be. But I wonder if we don’t still do too much looking for Jesus in the wrong places. We could be missing him in the losses, disappointments and pains that we THINK we are going through alone. Maybe we’re overlooking his presence among the poor and marginalized people that he calls us to serve. Perhaps we are failing to see him standing beside the enemy he is urging us to forgive, or in the places within us where we are mercilessly critical and unforgiving to ourselves.
May this Easter bless you with the eyes to see the risen Jesus in the places where you would least expect him to be, and in the times when you need him most.
Grace and Peace,