When Jesus had cried out again in a loud voice he gave up his Spirit. Matthew 27:50
…a time to be born, and a time to die. Lamentations
3:2
While they were stoning him, Stephen prayed,
“Lord Jesus, receive my spirit”. Then he fell on his knees and cried out,
“Lord, do not hold this sin against them”. When he had said this, he fell
asleep. Acts 7:59-60
If Christ has not been raised, your faith is
futile; you are still in your sins. Then those also who have fallen asleep in
Christ are lost. If only for this life
we have hope in Christ, we are of all people most to be pitied. But
Christ has indeed been raised from the dead, the firstfruits of those who have
fallen asleep. 1 Corinthians 15:16-20
Just recently I have been thinking a lot about death. This
isn’t because I have got sucked into a particularly morbid frame of mind. Far
from it. No, it’s more because death, or the possible threat of it, has come elbowing
its way into our life with unusual regularity. Almost every day, it seems,
there has been news of a death or a serious illness among relatives or friends,
plus the usual quota of killings, murders and shocking tragedies in national
and world news.
And it has touched us personally. Since September I have
not been too well myself, and while I still await a diagnosis (my GP confesses
herself puzzled and has referred me to the local hospital) there is bound to be
that nagging sense of uncertainty: “Could this be it…?”
Death is a subject that breeds euphemisms – that is, “kind”
ways of saying unwelcome things. “Oh, I don’t think about things like that”,
said somebody, when we found ourselves on the subject of getting old or sick. “Things
like that” presumably seemed preferable to saying just, well, “dying”. In the early
years of my ministry, some fifty years ago, I remember visiting an elderly lady
in a care home - only to be told, “I’m afraid she’s gone to collect her
wings”. It took me a moment to grasp that, ah, of course, she had become an
angel. (It didn’t seem an appropriate moment to engage in theological
discussion.)
More seriously, I have sat with dying people surrounded by
well-meaning friends and neighbours who insist on assuring them, “Oh, we’ll
soon have you up and about again, old chap”, a truly angry-making lie.
If ever anybody should have no need of euphemisms about
death, it’s the Christian. Oh yes, it’s a sad and unwelcome subject indeed,
there’s no denying that: Paul describes it as “the last enemy
to be destroyed” (1 Corinthians 15:26), so, if I can put it this way, all of us
are playing a waiting game. But… did Jesus die and rise again, or didn’t he?
Was the tomb empty on Easter morning, or wasn’t it? Are we promised that we
will die and rise with him, or aren’t we?
When I was young, people who didn’t want to say that
someone had “died”, but who also didn’t want to euphemise with a comical
expression like “they popped their clogs”, might say “they passed away”. Today
it is more likely to be just “they passed”. A man I got chatting to once on a
bench in a market in Kathmandu (he very politely asked if he could practice his
English on me) told me about the day his father had “expired”, which made me
think of an out of date train ticket or driving license – though surely that
man can be excused.
No, as Christians we have no need of euphemisms, thank God.
Unless, that is, there is one that the Bible itself gives us…
It is written of Stephen that, after the ordeal of being
viciously stoned, “he prayed ‘Lord Jesus, receive my spirit’. Then he fell on
his knees and cried out, ’Lord, do not hold this sin against them…” And then,
and this is what I’m leading up to, “… he fell asleep”. (Acts 7:59-60).
The more I think about that expression, the more beautiful
and full of meaning and reassurance I find it. Stephen did “die”, of
course; but he didn’t just die! No, like a baby in a cot, he fell
asleep.
To fall asleep is a wonderful thing – it’s one thing we do
every day of our earthly lives, but which we never witness ourselves
doing. That moment when we slip into unconsciousness is a moment others may
witness, but not we ourselves. And Luke, the writer of Acts, chooses to
describe Stephen’s last moments with that word.
Who did notice it happening? Well, the men with the stones
in their hands, of course. But I don’t think they would have thought of Stephen
as falling asleep, do you? But there was somebody else on the spot who, I
suspect, did – Saul, who was to became Paul: “And Saul approved of their
killing him”.
According to Acts 7:58 Saul didn’t get his hands dirty by
joining the mob; but he showed his complicity by looking after the coats of the
killers. It was many years before Luke wrote his book, but I find it very
difficult not to believe that this was the moment when Saul realised the truth
of the message of Jesus. Something profound happened in him at that moment, when
he saw one of Christ’s followers, in a spirit of faith – “Lord Jesus, receive
my spirit” – and in a spirit of forgiveness – “Lord, do not hold this sin
against them”, dying, yes, but not just dying.
According to 1 Corinthians 15 and 1 Thessalonians 4 and 5,
“falling asleep” became for Paul a euphemism (if euphemism indeed it is) which he
used routinely of Christians who had died, not only of “celebrity” Christians
like Stephen. So why doubt that it also applies to us today? Yes, we will
die; but we won’t just die. The day will come when we wake up – and oh,
what a morning that will be!
Father, thank you that, in Jesus, death is a
defeated enemy. Help me to know, day by day, that my life is safe in your hands,
and that as I aim to live well by your grace, so also that when your time comes
I will also, like Stephen, die well. Amen.