Can these bones live?

Over the past weeks we've been offered great stories. The story of Nicodemus who came to Jesus and was told that he must be born again. The woman at the well being offered living water. The blind man having his sight returned. And now the raising of Lazarus.

All point to the truth found in Christ's statement: I am the resurrection and the life.

As much as we could stay in the New Testament, sitting with the great story of Lazarus, it is the Old Testament reading from Ezekiel that I want to focus our attention on this morning. For it is just as dramatic in its message of resurrection.

A valley full of bones

Stand in Ezekiel's shoes. Take in the vision that lies before him.

A valley full of dried bones. Not just the odd skeleton here and there, but a valley covered in what remains of a multitude of people. A sight of wonder and awe, or one of sadness. All the lives and the stories, the hopes and the possibilities now gone, reduced to a vast pile of bones scattered across the valley's floor.

This attitude of reflection is one which we carry through the season of Lent as we consider our faith. How we are relating to God. Where does our trust in him sit? Are we still open to his voice and his leading?

Is there still spiritual life in these old bones of our faith?

The question we're afraid to ask

The same question can be asked if we turn our eyes outward and consider the state of the congregation we are part of and the church as a wider entity. Aging congregations. A lack of young people and ministry agents. An increasing decline in the relevance and authority of the church as it sits in the 21st century.

Is there life in or any hope for the old girl?

And it is this question that God asks of Ezekiel: can these bones live?

Don't you love the prophet's response? You alone know. In other words, I haven't got a clue.

What God is asking is: can you see past all of this? All the lament of that which has been lost and the darkness that pervades the future? Can you imagine that life still lingers there?

Do you dare to believe, even trust, that the power of life never evaporates to an extent that God's living water cannot revive it?

The promise in the valley

The message, whether we draw it from the dry bones or Lazarus, is that even in our moments of exile or desert or hopelessness or death, God is present. And with him comes the promise of restoration, resurrection, and new life.

As we stare out into this valley of dry bones or into a burial tomb, his grace breaks forth bringing with it light and life. Words of hope that draw us from our tombs and from those places where we have laid down devoid of hope and a way forward.

Words that bring hope and life to us as individuals as we struggle with all that is around us. All that sucks the life from us.

Words of hope and life to a faith community that is tired, a shell of its former self and seemingly rejected.

We remain the hands of God

The story of Ezekiel is for us. Whilst God is capable of doing all things himself and we cannot do anything without him, we are not to see this or our reliance on the Spirit's moving as an excuse to sit back and presume that God will do it all.

We remain the hands of God.

In this day and age, it is only reasonable to assume that we have a responsibility to participate in both the prophesying to and the practicality of God's restoration.

We, in the living out of our faith and hope, are to be the evidence of the new life, the living water, which is Christ. We are to speak of the hope that is possible. For this is what the bones need. Whether they are individuals, our community, our church, they need to hear.

Speaking to what we have witnessed

As much as we see desolation and death, if we are the people of God who are being called forward, if we are to see with the blind man's new eyes, if we are the Marys and Marthas who hold unwavering faith in Jesus, we are to speak to what we have witnessed in our lives.

Speak to the hope which the empty tomb brings us and speak to the hope of the resurrection life which we are offered.

This hope that shattered lives can be restored. That dignity can be reclaimed and that self-worth can be rediscovered.

The hope that our society can look with outward eyes and love with open arms. That anger and greed can be replaced by grace. That fear and suspicion can be replaced by love and trust. That lifting others up replaces our own self-elevation.

The hope that the church comes to the understanding that God's kingdom will survive in forms which may well be far different to that which we have held or can imagine. For it is not our church but his. It is not our kingdom, but Christ's.

Walking through the valley

As we draw near to the end of Lent, walking through the valley of dry bones that leads us to Calvary's Hill, let us seek out the hope that will stir in us and sustain us in the extremes of Holy Week. The darkness of the cross and the apparent forlornness of the tomb.

May we recognize God's spirit of light and life. May we speak of it and be evidence of it.

For it is in this hope that we, our church and our community will find the resurrection and the life offered by the risen Christ.