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The Other Disciple

Easter is considered the most Holy day in the Christian calendar. I’ve had opportunity to offers words on Easter a few times during my time in Christian ministry. Below is the most recent rewrite of my one Easter sermon. This is the fifth rewrite. The text is John 20:1-18.


There is an old story.  An itinerant preacher arrives at church on Sunday to find only one person, a farmer, attending worship.  He says to the farmer, “Good Morning.  Since there are just the two of us, why don’t we sing a hymn, have prayer, share communion, and skip the sermon.”  The farmer said, “Well, preacher, if only one cow shows up at feeding time, I still feed that one.  If it’s ok with you, let’s have the sermon too.”

So, the preacher led the service and gave a long sermon on God’s salvation.  He raised his voice and cursed the devil.  At the end of worship, he asked the farmer what he thought of the sermon.  The farmer said, “Well, it was good, but you know if only one cow shows up at feeding time, I don’t dump the whole bucket.” 

Sometimes, that is what we do in worship on high holy Sundays. Who knows when we might see someone again or if those visitors may return?  We have to go all out. If you are part of the Christian Church (Disciples of Christ), it seems we try to do the same during General Assembly worship. I’ll do my best not to dump the whole bucket with the words.

From May to December 1831, Alexander Campbell, one of the founders of the Christian Church (Disciples of Christ), wrote a series of essays published in The Millennial Harbinger on the theme of cooperation among congregations.  He wrote, “A church can do what an individual disciple cannot, and so can a district of churches do what a single congregation cannot.”

At our best, our little frontier movement connects, equips, and empowers disciples to love and serve like Jesus.  We are a blessing to the world and one another when we listen and act on the teaching that Jesus wrapped in a riddle: “to love God and love your neighbor as yourself.”  In the complexity of what has become of Christendom since the first Easter celebrations, I think we measure ourselves and others who claim Christian faith by the standard: followers of Jesus do Jesus-like things.  By our love.  That’s how they will know us.  It’s not a love that sounds like, “Eat your spinach because it is good for you.” or “I’m punishing you because I love you.”  It is a good news of love that the Apostle Paul tried to summarize in 1 Corinthian 13.

A love that is not envious or boastful.  Arrogant or rude.
A love that does not celebrate wrongdoing.  Rejoices in truth 
A love that doesn’t demand its own way.
A love that believes.  Hopes.  Endures.

This morning, people who claim Christian faith around the world gather to hear, to remember, to experience the words of Mary Magdalene, “Rabbi, teacher . . . I have seen the Lord.”  No matter how young or old your faith, your heart knows what those words feel like.  No matter how often you attend worship or how involved you are in a faith community, you know what the voice of God sounds like beyond belief, beyond baptism, and after the last echo of “Alleluia” fades today.  So, remember that the Lord’s mercies never cease.
Remember that the Lord’s mercies are new every morning.
Remember that the Lord’s faithfulness extends beyond our ability to see in a mirror dimly and recognize the image of God in others, and even our own face.

When Easter arrives, I remember visiting Israel in January of 1999.  It was a study trip with a group of students and friends of Lexington Theological Seminary.  My companion was one of the leaders.  I walked those places that many considered Holy.  Masada. Jericho. The Qumran community. The Temple Mount, the Dome of Rock, Galilee, and Bethsaida.  There are places where the Jordan River is so narrow anyone could hop across.  The Church of the Holy Sepulcher is in Jerusalem.  It is built on a place where Christian tradition says that Jesus was crucified and buried.  It is a large structure with many rooms.  The halls circle the building, and at any time, monks or priests may come through the halls in a processional of chanted prayer.  The main chamber is crowded with icons, pilgrims, and tourists, awash in incense, waiting for a turn to walk into the shrine designated as “the tomb.”  The line is long.  Some pilgrims enter on their hands and knees.

Down a hall and down two flights of stairs is the Chapel of St. Helena, the mother of Constantine the Great.  It is dimly lit.  There are a few pews, and the chancel area has a rail and places to kneel for prayer and reflection.  Icons and ancient words adorn every wall.  To the left of the chancel is a gate with a chain and lock that looks to be from the Middle Ages.  There is one monk who has the key.  He must be encouraged, bribed, with several bottles of Johnny Walker scotch to unlock the gate.  Through the gate and down more narrow stairs is a quarry, an excavation area that has been converted into the Chapel of St. Vartan. Candles and small floor flood lamps provide light.  There is a small wooden cross and three small wooded benches for a few people to sit.  To the right of the cross is a stone with a drawing that dates to the second century of the Common Era.  It is a drawing of a boat, someone else might call it a ship.  It is believed that the drawing was created by early Christian pilgrims visiting this site said to be the place of Jesus crucifixion and burial.  Beneath the boat is a Latin inscription that translates, “Lord we went.”

These second-century pilgrims relied on the interpretation of Jesus’ teachings by those who claimed to know him or learned from one of the descendants of his disciples.  They relied on the life choices that followers of the Way made in living out the teachings of Jesus as they found their voice to proclaim him Christ.  When you remove our technological differences and social order, these second-century disciples are not so different from us.  One of them could have been a descendant of the other disciple who went with Mary and Peter that morning to the tomb.  Any one of us could be that disciple.

Many years ago, I attended a family reunion in Louisiana.  While there, I decided I could not leave until I visited my grandparents’ graves.  I know they are not there.  The spirit of Papaw and Mamaw Davison, along with Grandma and Grandpa Ferrier, are far from the manicured lawn of the cemetery, but being there helped me feel connected to a family story that I sometimes have run from or ignored as part of my own.  Neither side of the family was particularly religious.  The Scotch-Irish side were backslidden Southern Baptists, while the French Creole-Native American side were Christmas and Easter Catholics.  It is a long drive from Louisiana to Kentucky.  Somewhere between Little Rock and West Memphis, I said a silent prayer of thanks that I went.

Easter is a confessional experience for those who claim Christian faith.  Confessional.  Not a “bless me, Father, for I have sinned” confessional experience that we might imagine when we hear this word.  Easter is a confessional aha moment.  It is an awareness.  An Emmaus road journey, an answered prayer, an experience of the Risen Christ.  Usually, it is followed by reflection, prayer, study, and conversation with the other disciple.  Like those second-century disciples who went, we don’t know what really happened the morning Mary Magdalene went to the tomb or in the days following the crucifixion.  Though we give authority to the Bible as a means of instruction and inspiration, it is not, nor is it meant to be, a detailed history of the events of our faith ancestors.  The New Testament is a glimpse into the faith struggles and stories of other disciples, and in that plot, as the other disciple, we have a chapter to write about our own lives, faith, and journey with Jesus.  

When I read the resurrection story in John, I think about being that other disciple. It is mornings like this one that the church often remembers a confession: “Jesus is the Christ, son of a living God.  I accept and proclaim him Lord and Savior of my life.”  Depending on where you grew up, attending church or not, you have heard a version of those words echo from the mouth of a friend, a family member, or even your own lips.  In that moment and through your living since that day, you are connected to Mary Magdalene proclaiming, “I have seen the Lord.”  In that moment and through your living since that day, you are connected to Peter, who is said to have denied knowing Jesus but was called a rock of faith.  Easter is a day when Christians recognize and confess a connection that is outside the confines of political, tribal, religious, theological, or economic boundaries.  And like the other disciple, that has not been easy in our culture for a long time. 

We have many tools to stay connected: text messages, emails, and voicemails.  Did you see my Facebook message? Or my Instagram post?  Meme culture has become the editorial cartoon, or what my father called, “the funny page” of the newspaper.  A few of us may still send handwritten letters.  And like those first disciples, our skills for nurturing and understanding connection struggle to match our experience of faith in God and a belief in a risen Christ.  At their best, our faith communities- our church- help us create and maintain healthy connections with believers and non-believers so followers of Jesus can do Jesus-like things. 

Confession is more than assenting to one Lord, one holy catholic and apostolic Church, one baptism for the forgiveness of sins, or the Trinitarian formula for knowing God.  Confession is an action.  It is willful, and faithful living is will-filled. You are, and I am, that other disciple who ran with Peter when we are a living confession of faith and practice our discipleship even when no one is looking.  If you are not sure what that looks like, many followers recall the stories about seeing, serving, and acting on behalf of the hungry, the thirsty, those who need to be visited, and the outcast. 

What connects us to Jesus of Nazareth, whom we call Christ?
What connects you to Jesus of Nazareth, whom you call Christ?
What connects me to Jesus of Nazareth, whom I call Christ?

The answer that confronts this disciple’s Easter confession comes from the film “Chocolat.” The village priest, Pere Henri, after a stressful week with the Mayor of his village and a near tragedy in the community involving perceived outsiders, steps to the pulpit on Easter Sunday and delivers these words:

I’m not sure what the theme of my homily today ought to be.
Do I want to speak of the miracle… of our Lord’s divine transformation? Not really, no.
I don’t want to talk about His divinity. I’d rather talk about His humanity.
I mean, you know, how he lived his life here on Earth.
His kindness.
His tolerance.
Listen, here’s what I think. I think we can’t go around… measuring our goodness by what we don’t do.
By what we deny ourselves…what we resist and who we exclude.
I think we’ve got to measure goodness… by what we embrace… what we create… and who we include.

That’s a gospel message that confronts my Easter confession.  “Rabbi . . . teacher . . . I have seen the Lord.”

You are the disciple whom Jesus loved.  Just as Mary Magdalene did centuries ago, we possess a knowledge and experience of the risen Christ that compels us to go and tell.  Disciples, let’s remember there is ministry to do and gospel to be.  That’s where resurrection happens every day.

A century from now, will other disciples know that we went?

Lost. Found. Searching

I was gifted the trust of the pulpit last Sunday at University Place Christian Church in Enid, OK. I offered some words on Luke 15:11-32.


Good morning, church.  It is good to be with you.

I’ve been reading Supercommunicators: How to Unlock the Secret Language of Connection. In the prologue, the author suggests that there are three kinds of conversations people have most often.

  • What’s this really about? (decision-making mindset)
  • How do we feel? (emotional mindset)
  • Who are we? (social mindset)1

I’ve been reflecting on those kinds of conversations as I’ve studied the text this week, been accosted by and absorbed the news of the world,  and pondered this riddle we call the Parable of the Prodigal Son.  It won’t surprise you that the words “lost,” “found,” and “searching” bubbled up.  I think that cycle describes the human condition.

I don’t know what you brought with you to worship today.  It might be exuberant joy, deep grief, apathy, or ambivalence.  It could be that you came for the experience of hospitality, a safe space to be your whole self, or maybe it is that spirit memory “you go to church on Sunday.”  I don’t know if you feel lost, found, or searching.  

Whatever it may be for you, let us be a witness in this worship and with our lives of the good news of God, and remember:
that the Lord’s mercies never cease; 
that the Lord’s mercies are new every morning;
and the Lord’s faithfulness extends beyond our ability to see in a mirror dimly and recognize the image of God in others and our own face.

As you are willing and your spirit able, please join me in a moment of silence and prayer. 
Open our ears and hearts, O God, that our meditations, words, and living reflect our faith in You, who creates, redeems, and sustains all creation and our lives.  Amen.

Buckle up, here we go.

It felt like a Christmas miracle.  Three years ago, Lisa and I were traveling to Fort Lauderdale.  During the layover in Atlanta, we got the message from the airline that they had expedited Lisa’s luggage on an earlier flight, and it would be at the airport in the baggage claim office when we arrived.  We’ve traveled enough to know this had the probability to be either good or bad.  But what could we do?  When we arrived, at 1:15 pm, I went to claim my bag from the carousel, and Lisa went to the baggage office.  Her bag was not there.  The baggage attendants looked and looked.  Not there.  Someone picked it up on purpose or by mistake from the carousel.  Standing with my luggage in hand, we began to work the problem trying to keep panic at arm’s length.

I put Air Tags in our luggage for this trip.  These little devices work with iPhones and other Apple products.  They emit a bluetooth signal and show you the last known location of the Air Tag.  I opened my “Find My” app, and within a couple of minutes, Lisa’s luggage was located at Pier 28, waiting to board a ship.  The problem was our ship wasn’t sailing until tomorrow, and that one sailed at 4 pm that afternoon. Hello, panic.  Nice to meet you.

For the next 4 hrs were a mix of lows and highs, mostly lows, as Lisa worked with the airline baggage claim desk in person and by phone. One person at the baggage claim desk helped her, helped us.  Calls to the port, to the other cruise line, to friends who knew friends who worked at the pier.  I put the Air Tag in lost mode, making it ping its location more frequently and saying to iPhone or Apple users that passed by: “I’m lost.  I belong to Lisa Davison.  Contact her at this number.”  I was too far away to make the Air Tag chirp, play a sound to draw attention to it.  We watched Lisa’s bag on a map move around the pier and into the water, which meant onto the ship.

Four o’clock came and went, and there was no word on her bag.  “Find My” showed it in that same spot over an hour ago.  It’s last known location still on the ship.  After some anger, tears, and thinking, we were at a local mall piecing together what Lisa would need for a week at sea.  She had the meds she needed and a few other things, but the essential clothing, shoes, and all the rest of her week were in her bag.  Her phone rang, and it was that one baggage clerk.  Someone had gone onto the ship and to the cabin of the person who picked it up by mistake.  Her bag was at the customs office at Pier 28.  She could only pick it up between 5-6 am the next day.

We passed through two levels of security to gain entry to the port.  ID and luggage claim check in hand, we entered the customs office.   “Find My” drew a 50-foot circle around the bag. I put the Air Tag in chirp mode. A cruise line worker rolled Lisa’s chirping bag through a door from a secured area and gave it to the customs agent, who verified ownership and gave it to Lisa.  A series of people, mostly unknown to us, helped rescue a trip for someone they didn’t know. A flood of relief began to set in. In a small window of time, twelve hours, we experienced lost, found, and searching.  It was like it was February all over again when Lisa’s mother had died.

With all the technology today, it is hard to be physically lost, but you can certainly feel it.  You can feel “found.”  Most of the time, I think we are searching even when we don’t know it or want to admit it.  What does searching feel like? 
Anxious?
Exciting? 
Disorienting?
Agitated?
Afraid?
Hopeful?

If only there were a “Find My” for one’s moral compass.  A “find my” for our living.  People of faith want to believe that religion is that “find my.”  Christians want to believe that meeting Jesus anytime, particularly along the dusty road on the way to Jerusalem during Lent, will reset or recalibrate a person’s life, but the current state of our Nation is broadcasting a different story about the human condition.  Maybe this parable is a “find my” tale.

Sometimes, you can know a story so well that it is hard to set aside what you’ve thought is the factual or philosophical truth and interpretation for all time and all places.  New information or experience can bring questions and challenge long-held beliefs thought of, like the story, as infallible.  It is the difference between “Obvious or Perhaps.”
“Obvious” closes the door to inquiry.
“Perhaps” opens it.2

This is Lectionary Year C, which means that Luke’s faith experience serves as the primary lens of meeting Jesus, accompanied by a sprinkling of Matthew and John during Lent and Easter.  Here are a few details to keep in mind as we read Luke’s gospel and encounter Jesus.

  • The author Luke has the Gospel of Mark, a collection of Jesus sayings that scholars call Q, other material not found in the other gospels, the letters of Paul, and his own experience as source material.
  • The author is probably well-educated, and scholars think is also the author of Acts.  Most suggest reading Luke and Acts as a two-volume work. 
  • Luke is a rich narrative about the life and times of Jesus of Nazareth that contains details and parables not found in the other synoptic gospels.  The trifecta of “Lost” parables, sheep, coin, and prodigal, are only in Luke.
  • Luke is the last synoptic gospel written sometime between 85 CE and maybe as late as 110 CE.3  All the gospel writers were active participants in their cultural moment, which was as edgy as our own.

The parables are often divided into two categories: simile and metaphor.  I’m not a biblical scholar, but I think some parables are riddles.  What does a riddle do?  It presents a question or story designed to exercise one’s ingenuity in answering it or discovering its meaning.  The website Just Riddles and More offers, “A riddle is not generally answered by a fact or information found in a reference book.  A riddle often uses misdirection – some of the words are there to get you thinking about something else.”

So, let’s try a few riddles mid-sermon to get our brains firing.  If you have an answer, shout it out.

Where is the ocean the deepest?4

What animals keep the best time?5

At night, they come out without being fetched, and by day, they are lost without being stolen.6

The beginning of eternity
The end of time and space
The beginning of every end,
And the end of every place.7

Two words.  My answer is only two words. To keep me, you must give me?8

When I think about all the parables, the two that I read as riddles—maybe the greatest riddles ever told—are “The Greatest Commandment” and “The Prodigal Son.”  Usually, the Prodigal Son has been interpreted as an allegory about searching, repentance, forgiveness, love, and inheritance.  Just before the story, Luke, overjoyed at finding a lost coin, asserts that these stories have something to do with repentance.  But, neither sheep nor coins need to repent nor know they are lost.  There is joy in searching and finding.  New Testament scholar Amy-Jill Levine reminds us that nowhere in the text does it say that anyone repents.  “The prodigal’s motive for returning to his father may be economic need rather than theological recognition.”9

What kind of conversation is Jesus having with the disciples and the people he encounters on his way to Jerusalem?

Reading the sacred text, we often begin with, “What’s this really about?”  Different groups of people are projected onto the brothers.  The Holy One is always the father (parental) figure.  In your lifetime, you’ve probably identified with one of the characters in the story.  That’s the human condition.  Have you ever noticed there is no mother worried for her child.  And the slaves.  What are they thinking as they serve and watch this family?  This would be a perfect Downton Abbey episode.

The text doesn’t provide a “now you know the rest of the story.”10
There is no happily ever after. 
Just a “perhaps.”  The rest of the story depends on you. 
It is a “Who are we?” conversational riddle.

Lent is a time to search for your spiritual “find my, ” something that can help you when you are lost, whether you know it or not.  As the parable suggests, you may be found and don’t know it.  An old familiar poem captures it this way:

Why, when I have needed you most,
have you not been there for me?”
The Lord replied, “The times when you have seen only one set
of footprints, my child, is when I carried you.”11

On the way out the door to college, a mother stopped her son.  She said, “Your father and I have raised you the best we could.  We know you know right from wrong.  You are going to make mistakes. Don’t make excuses. Learn from them so you don’t repeat them.  It won’t be easy.  Do your best not to embarrass the family name or yourself too often.  We will always stand by you.  We love you.”

Lost.  Found.  Searching.
The Lord’s mercies never cease; 
The Lord’s mercies are new every morning; and the Lord’s faithfulness extends, embraces, confounds, and welcomes even those that call you or call me an enemy and those who you, who I, don’t think deserve such faithfulness nor mercy.

What kind of conversation are you having with Jesus, with this community of faith, with friends, or with our society?  

Followers of Jesus do Jesus like things. When I stop and look around, it seems to me that sometimes, often of late, that is at odds with what is identified as Christianity in our Nation and specifically political Christianity.12 Mr. Rodgers said it this way, “Look for the helpers.”13

What “find my” is guiding you?

Disciples, there is ministry to do and gospel to be from this corner of Enid that only you can do and only you can be.  You’ve got to decide what kind of ancestor you will be right now and go be it.


  1. Charles Duhigg, Supercommunicators. Random House (New York) 2024 pp 17-22. ↩︎
  2. Seth Godin, March 28, 2025. accessed March 28, 2025. https://seths.blog/2025/03/obvious-vs-perhaps ↩︎
  3. Much of the information in these points come from seminary notes and: Marcus J. Borg, Evoloution of the Word: The New Testament in the Order the Books Were Written. Harper One (New York) 2012. p 423-28. ↩︎
  4. A: On the bottom. ↩︎
  5. A: Watchdogs. ↩︎
  6. A: The Stars. ↩︎
  7. A: The letter “E.” ↩︎
  8. A: Your word. ↩︎
  9. Amy-Jill Levine and Marc Zvi Brettler, The Jewish Annotated New Testament (NRSV). Oxford University Press (New York) 2011. p 133. ↩︎
  10. The tagline of Paul Harvey, a radio personality from the last half of the 20th century who told stories usually around the lunch hour about people and history. He told the backstory of a person or event that ended with this tagline and “good day.” This is an interesting juxtaposition of Edward R. Murrows sign off, “Goodnight and good luck.” or Walter Cronkite’s, “And that’s the way it is, (the date) goodnight.” ↩︎
  11. Authorship contested, “Footprints.” https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Footprints_(poem) ↩︎
  12. An addendum, with the Mr. Rogers’ quote, added for this post, but not part of my original text. ↩︎
  13. Fred Rogers — ‘Look for the Helpers’. https://www.snopes.com/fact-check/look-for-the-helpers/ ↩︎
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