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Have there been any women important in your Christian
experience? What's that? FOOLISH QUESTION, you say. I guess.
I can think of some. My mom. It was at her urging that I knelt
down by my bed one night at the age of seven and asked Jesus to
be my Savior. There was Iris - Iris was our youth leader...
always there, dependable as the day is long. Christie, of
course. Her love over these past twenty years has taught me what
grace is all about - she loves me no matter what. No, I cannot
explain it, but no one CAN explain grace. There was Naomi, a
feisty eighty-year-old redhead who offered her preacher unfailing
encouragement through difficult days. Speaking of feisty, I
could never forget Mildred, who lived and breathed her church and
would have eviscerated anyone who would do it harm. Judy, whose
wonderful faith through difficult days is a continuing beacon of
inspiration to me. Joan, who knows and shows that being a
Christian is a JOY - she makes it a pleasure to come to church
just to be around her. I could go on and on and ON...but I'd
better quit. Get the message?
Needless to say, no one is especially startled at such
statements these days, but they would have been almost scandalous
in New Testament times. Women's place in society was not much
more than property, and Jesus' willingness to speak to women in
public and even include women in his entourage was just a bit
outrageous.
Now we are introduced to another woman. What? A woman role
model? Precisely. She must have been a special lady, this
Tabitha...Dorcas. I am not even sure if either of those was
actually her given name, because both, in Aramaic or Greek, mean
"Gazelle." A nickname? Was she swift? Fleet of foot? We have
no idea. Perhaps the "gazelle" moniker applied because she was
so quick to respond when someone needed help. "Devoted to good
works and acts of charity," says scripture. Good for her. A
role model. A woman! Hmm.
Now, suddenly, she is gone. And the little congregation of
First Church, Joppa, is devastated. They faced a task that none
of them relished. Saints in the church and widows she had
befriended made their way to her home. In the custom of the day,
they washed her body and laid her in the upper room that was
reached by the stairs outside the small house. Probably
surrounded by the bolts of cloth, sewing needles, and thread of
which she had made such loving use, Dorcas lay in state. The
ceremonial ablutions and anointings complete, her friends stood
around her...and wept.
A funeral service? Of course. WAIT! Word had come that
one of the Twelve, Peter, was only about ten miles away - a
preaching mission in the town of Lydda. What could be more
fitting for the funeral of such an outstanding lady to have such
an outstanding preacher! Two men were dispatched to request his
presence. Whether the Big Fisherman had known of Dorcas before
or was just now learning of her life and ministry, Peter did not
hesitate to respond. This was one funeral any preacher worth his
pulpit would be proud to handle. He dropped what he was doing
and came right away.
As was the custom then (and is still today), the preacher
was ushered in and found himself among family and friends. The
lifeless body lay at the periphery, but the center of attention
was life...HER life. This was a time for remembering. Tear-stained faces would be forced into shy smiles as the memories
would flood back. A kind word here, a generous gift there. As
the text describes it, "All the widows stood beside [Peter],
weeping and showing tunics and other clothing that Dorcas had
made while she was with them."
That sharing is therapeutic. You see, those trips that we
all take through that valley of dark shadows are made so much
more bearable when we share the journey with caring friends. And
know this too: preachers are grateful to be included in that
sharing. It helps us personalize our remarks as we prepare for
the funeral.
I am certain that Peter was grateful for the sharing. No
doubt, he had been wondering what would be most appropriately
said at the service. I doubt that he had too much experience
with this sort of event at this point in his life. After all,
his background was fishing, not funerals. He was old enough to
have attended his share, but attending and officiating are not
the same. What to do?
Appropriate scripture? Absolutely. The Shepherd's Psalm(1)
is always a favorite: "The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not
want...green pastures...still waters...Even though I walk through
the darkest valley, I fear no evil; for you are with me." What a
wonderful word of comfort in the midst of pain and distress! The
passage speaking of preparing a table in the presence of enemies
would lead perfectly into the theme of Peter's recent preaching,
the terrible crucifixion and subsequent miraculous resurrection
of Jesus. That could lead equally well into Jesus' promise that
Peter had heard with his own ears: "Because I live, you also will
live."(2) Here lay Dorcas, dead now, but still a child of Jesus'
promise - new life for her and all who believe. A glorious word
of hope. A good funeral...not simply focused on Joppa's loss,
but rather on Dorcas' gain.
It was getting near time for the service now. Peter needed
some quiet moments to finalize his thoughts. The scriptural
account simply says that, after the friends and family had left,
Peter knelt in prayer. Somehow, in the midst of that prayer,
Peter got the message that there would not be a funeral here
today. Instead, there would be something beyond anyone's
imagining. Peter "turned to the body and said, 'Tabitha, get
up.' Then she opened her eyes, and seeing Peter, she sat up."
Wow!
Can you imagine what was going through Peter's mind? Yes,
he had seen Jesus do miraculous things, even raise the dead. He
had heard Jesus say that these same things would also be done by
his disciples, and indeed Peter HAD been an instrument of
miraculous healing. There was the lame man at the Temple who had
asked for alms, but instead of silver or gold had received the
ability to walk.(3) He had even been hauled before the authorities
because of the healing (just as Jesus had been), but he was
released when no charges were brought. Now THIS! Wow!
No doubt that was a night of incredible celebration at First
Church, Joppa. Dorcas' friends felt the exhilaration of Mary and
Martha when Lazarus stumbled from the tomb. God granted to the
widows of that seaside city an experience like the disciples had
on Easter morning. Dorcas was alive!
What happened to her? We never hear of her again in
scripture. I suspect that she continued her charitable works.
Joppa would never NOT need help, for in this seaport lived many
families who depended upon the sea for their living. Those who
had faced the ravages of the winds and water, especially those
widowed and orphaned, had known they could rely on the assistance
of Dorcas when needed. Now they could again. Dorcas was alive.
History records that Joppa was an important city in the
spread of Christianity. It was only about 35 miles northwest of
Jerusalem, a seaport from which were launched trading vessels to
every port in the known world. No doubt, the wonderful ministry
of Dorcas became the subject of conversation, both on shore and
in the ships - her reputation became the reputation of her
church. No wonder Christianity grew! Who would NOT want to be
part of something as special, as loving, as caring, as that?
A moment ago I said that we never hear of Dorcas again in
scripture. True. But we DO hear more of Dorcas. This
wonderful, kind lady has been memorialized in countless
congregations where we find women's groups, charitable
organizations, sewing circles and the like all named DORCAS.
What a tribute!
What will you be remembered for? Interesting question.
Scary question. One that always brings to mind the story of
Alfred Nobel, the one after whom those prestigious annual prizes
is named. Nobel made his fortune as the result of an invention
of his - dynamite. One morning he awoke to read his own obituary
in the paper. You see, his brother had died, but a careless
reporter had published the obituary of the wrong Nobel. It
described him as "the dynamite king, the industrialist who became
rich from explosives." It made Alfred Nobel sound like nothing
more than a merchant of death. Needless to say, Nobel was more
than a little upset by what he saw...not simply that the wrong
person was being remembered, but the horrible portrait it
painted. Alfred Nobel resolved that day to change the course of
his life and do something positive for society. He left his
entire fortune to be awarded to individuals who have done the
most to benefit humanity, and the result was those five Nobel
Prizes that are awarded with such fanfare each year.
What will you be remembered for when you die? What do you
want to be noted for as you live in the church? Remember Dorcas.
World-famous Dorcas. Famous for what? "Good works and acts of
charity," according to the Bible. You, too, can leave a legacy
of Christian love. Go ahead. You have my permission. Be the
Dorcas of St. Paul Presbyterian.
Let us pray.
Lord, we are glad for good role models like Dorcas. Help us
to make good use of them. In the name of Jesus. Amen!
1. Psalm 23 2. John 14:19 3. Acts 3:1-10

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