The Resurrection Will Not be Televised, a sermon based on John 20: 1-18, preached on April 5, 2026

Thanks be to God, for the tomb was empty. Thanks be to God, for Jesus Christ is risen from the dead. Thanks be to God that death has lost its sting. Weeping may last for the night, but joy comes in the morning, and so Jesus asked Mary, “Woman, why are you weeping?” Why are you weeping when death has been conquered? Why are you weeping when hope prevails, love never dies, salvation has been secured, and sin has been conquered? If ever there was a day to proclaim the Good News, today is the day, but notice with me this detail at the end of our second Scripture lesson: Mary Magdaline was the one to preach the first Easter sermon. She left the tomb to tell the disciples, “I have seen the Lord,” for the miracle of the resurrection had to have a messenger. The story of salvation would not tell itself. Somebody had to tell the story because the resurrection was not televised for all to see. No reporters were present at the tomb that first Easter morning. It happened before sunrise while most were still in bed. No one was expecting it. No one was prepared. Our Gospel lesson ended with Jesus the Christ, risen from the grave, saying to Mary, “Go and tell my brothers.” Go and tell them, Mary, for the other two who saw and believed didn’t tell anybody about it. Did you notice that? Peter and the other disciple, the one whom Jesus loved, saw the empty tomb. They even entered and saw that Jesus had rolled up the garments He had been buried in as though He were folding up His blanket after a nap. Scripture tells us that they both saw and believed, yet after witnessing the miracle of Jesus Christ risen from dead, Peter and the other disciple, the one whom Jesus loved, just went back home not telling anyone about it as though they were history’s first Presbyterians. My favorite Presbyterian joke is, “What do you get when you mix a Jehovah’s Witness and a Presbyterian?” “Someone who knocks on your door but doesn’t say anything.” If you don’t know much about the Presbyterian Church, know this: We are not the denomination who has been preaching out on the Square with a bullhorn in hand. That’s not our style, and condemnation is not our message. Some branches of the Christian Church won’t dance. Others won’t drink. We won’t talk about our faith too much in public, and yet the story of Easter must be told. The resurrection was not televised. The miracle requires a messenger, so Jesus said to Mary Magdalene, “Go and tell my brothers.” Go and celebrate the truth that the Lord has risen. Let the world know that there is victory over the grave. Shake your tambourines. Lift your voices to sing. Shout it out that He is risen. And because He lives, I can face tomorrow! Because He lives, all fear is gone. Because I know He holds the future, And life is worth the living, Just because He lives! My friends, this is obviously good news for all people. This is a story that needs to be told. It’s the kind of good news that no one should keep to himself. Why, then, did those first two disciples go back to their homes without telling anyone about it? Why were those two as quiet as two Baptists in a liquor store? More importantly, why did Jesus have to tell Mary Magdaline, “Go and tell my brothers?” Think about it with me. It’s because to the ears of Rome, to the ears of the Pharisees, to the ears of the powers and principalities who put Him in the tomb, news of His resurrection was news of revolution, insurgence, insurrection, and revolt. The power of God is so rarely televised because the power of God is a threat to the power of evil. Evil people don’t want you to know how fragile their grasp on control is. To spread news of Christ risen from the dead threatened Roman power because, up until this point, death by crucifixion had been 100% effective, and Rome’s violent grip on their empire depended on it staying that way. You see, they knew what we often forget: that an empire built on control and domination is so fragile a thing that the whole deck of cards will fall with just a whisper of the truth. It was the same when freedom came to the enslaved people of the South. President Lincoln issued the Emancipation Proclamation on January 1, 1863, effectively outlawing slavery, yet word of slavery’s end didn’t reach the enslaved people of Texas for two years, five months, and 18 days. Juneteenth is the celebration of the day when word of that executive order finally reached Texas. Why did it take so long for that good news to travel? It’s because the power of evil doesn’t want people proclaiming the Good News, but Mary announced to the disciples, “I have seen the Lord.” Proclaiming such a truth out loud changes things. Really, it changes everything. Days ago, I heard a story about a woman in recovery from drug addiction. At her Narcotics Anonymous meeting, she was to receive her chip for her first year sober, and she invited the officer who arrested her to come to the meeting to give it to her. Because this NA group meets in a small town, that officer was the one who had arrested most of the members of that NA group at one time or another. He had been the one to arrest so many at that meeting that as he was introduced to the group, he said, “I see an awful lot of familiar faces.” Yet when he was handed the 1-year sobriety chip and handed that chip to the woman whom he had arrested on the lowest day of her life, with tears in his eyes, he said to her and anyone else listening, “How thankful I am to see you on the other side.” My friends, everyone must remember that there is a light at the end of the tunnel. Everyone needs to hear that miracles still happen. Everyone who feels stuck needs to know that change has come. Everyone who feels like she is fighting a losing battle against sin needs to hear that He has won the battle for you. It’s not your job to fight that battle. It’s your job to share the news that He has won! In the dark days of Apartheid in South Africa, the great Archbishop Desmond Tutu was all the time preaching the Gospel of Resurrection, assuring his congregation that God would have the final word and not the apartheid government, and so the apartheid government would storm his church from time to time. Uniformed and armed men would barge into the service, yet the Archbishop always welcomed them into his church warmly, saying, “Friends, I’m so glad you’ve come over to the winning side.” My friends, look around. Notice miracles and dare to tell someone about it. The resurrection was not televised then, and the miracles of God so rarely are. Still, people need to hear about good things. Someone you know needs the reminder that Rome will fall. Death has lost its sting. Hope is never lost, for Christ is risen. A lady walked into our Great Hall during our community Holy Week meals last week and said, “I think this is what heaven will look like.” Another from out of town was so affected by our community and the love that you shared with her that she’s thinking about moving out of John’s Creek to come to Marietta. Who would blame her? We live in a world of darkness and despair, yet the emperor’s kingdom will crumble with the sound of your voice: Say it with me, “He is risen.” He is risen, indeed. Your sin does not define you, but His victory does. Hope lives. Love lives. The darkness cannot put out the Light. Halleluia. Amen.