Luke 20:27-40 · The Resurrection and Marriage
Damaged In Transit, But Deliverable
Luke 20:27-40
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by King Duncan
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Author Barbara Johnson, in her book, Fresh Elastic for Stretched Out Moms, tells about a package she once received that was marked DAMAGED IN TRANSIT, BUT DELIVERABLE. There was a space at the top that said either DELIVERABLE or UNDELIVERABLE, and a big black crayon marked this package as DELIVERABLE! The string was hanging off it, the label was torn off, and tapes were hanging out of one corner, but it was still deliverable.

Barbara Johnson says she thought of how many lives like her own are damaged and hurt. "We should be marked FRAGILE: HANDLE WITH CARE," she writes, "but we are like packages on a long and bumpy journey toward maturity. We have been crushed with the pain of losing a child, or the heartache of a child abandoning us, or rebelling against us and God, but instead of being handled like fine china, we are slammed from one side to another. On that long journey we are DAMAGED IN TRANSIT, we have been unraveled, unglued, undone, and are coming apart at all the corners. We have been shoved against the walls of despair and frustration, handled carelessly with no thought for the fragile heart inside, which is already bleeding and brokenand we certainly don't need any more crushing." (1)

We will come back to Barbara Johnson in a few moments, but first let's turn to St. Paul's words in Thessalonians: "May our Lord Jesus Christ himself and God our Father, who has loved us and given us everlasting comfort and hope which we don't deserve, comfort your hearts with all comfort, and help you in every good thing you say and do."

THERE WILL COME A TIME WHEN EACH OF US WILL NEED TO BE COMFORTED. Isn't that true? Each of us will come to the time when we will be "damaged in transit." Perhaps it will be the loss of a loved one to death. Our lesson from the Gospel concerns a woman who was widowed seven times. Once is enough for most people. Or perhaps that damage will come from a divorce or a crisis with our health or the loss of our job. None of us will escape life unscathed. All of us will need comfort sometime.

Rabbi Sidney Greenberg once wrote some very interesting words about loss. He notes that when the Mona Lisa was stolen from the Louvre in Paris in 1911 and was missing for two years, more people went to stare at the blank space in the museum than had gone to look at the masterpiece in the twelve previous years it had hung there unmolested.

Greenberg says this intriguing bit of information tells us something important about ourselves. "It points to our alltoo human tendency to fail to take adequate note of precious things while we have them. But let one of them be taken from us and we become painfully aware of the ˜blank space' in our lives, and our attention is sharply focused on that ˜blank space.'

"The walls of our lives are crowded with Mona Lisas," he writes, "but we are unmindful of them. Countless blessings attend us daily and we are so insensitive to them. The more often and the more regularly we receive any blessing, the less likely we are to be aware of it. What is constantly granted is easily taken for granted."

He cites Helen Keller who wrote these words: "I have often thought, that it would be a blessing if each human being were stricken blind and deaf for a few days at some time during his adult life. Darkness would make him more appreciative of sight; silence would teach him the joys of sound."

"Too often," Greenberg continues, "it takes a serious threat to our blessings to make us aware of them. The newspapers reported a touching story of a mother who was taking her young son to Salt Lake City on a melancholy mission. The boy had lost the sight of one eye several years before, and in the intervening years doctors had tried valiantly to save his remaining eye.

"Now they had come to the reluctant conclusion that the eye could not be saved. Before the darkness set in, his mother wanted the boy to have a fond, lingering look at the majestic mountains of Utah so that he could take that splendid image with him into the sightless future.

"Can we read such a story without becoming acutely aware of the myriad Mona Lisas that constantly beckon to us and that we persistently overlook? (2)

Myriad Mona Lisas. Blank spots on the wall. An empty space where a great painting once hung. An empty chair where a loved one once sat. An empty pay envelope that once sustained our family. Sometimes each of us will confront an empty spot in our lives and we will need comfort.

SOMETIMES THAT COMFORT WILL COME FROM A FRIEND. That's what friends are for. To be there to help us with the emptiness.

Jill RenichMeyers, writing in Guideposts magazine, tells about her husband, Fred, passing away suddenly. Jill says she was griefstricken. She prayed for somethinganythingto hang on to. One dark day she felt especially alone. She walked out to get the mail, opened the box and found a card from her friend Elizabeth. Elizabeth had lost her husband six months earlier.

How is Elizabeth managing? Jill wondered as she ripped open the envelope. Inside was a card. Across from the printed message, Elizabeth had written in ink in her distinctive hand, "It does get easier." Elizabeth's words lessened Jill's despair a little. Silently she prayed, "God, if your healing is there for Elizabeth, it must be there for me too."

To try to get her mind off things Jill started cleaning the house. While dusting behind Fred's desk she found the shoes he had bought the week before he died.

"Fred will never walk with me again," she thought, tears forming in her eyes. Then, softly, Elizabeth's message came to mind. She opened her card. It does get easier. She wiped away her tears and continued her chores.

During the next several monthswith the help of family, friends and prayer, things did get easier for Jill. But nothing meant more to her than Elizabeth's words.

Months later she took out Elizabeth's card again. She wanted to drop her a line. When she opened the card she couldn't believe her eyes. There was no handwritten message. No personal writing at all except for her signature. Was it an hallucinationa figment of a grieving imagination? Jill is convinced it was God using her friend's card to communicate the comforting message she needed at that critical time in her life. (3)

God does use friends to bring healing when someone has been damaged in transit. Is that not the real strength of the church? Through the years I have heard people testify that at a moment in their lives when they thought they could not carry on, it was the church that gathered around them and surrounded them with love.

There are times when all of us find an empty place in our lives where once something precious resided. All of us will know what it is to be damaged in transit. Sometimes a friend will be the vehicle of comfort we need.

Douglas Maurer, 15, of Creve Coeur, Missouri, had been feeling bad for several days. His temperature was ranging between 103 and 105 degrees, and he was suffering from severe flulike symptoms. Finally, his mother took him to the hospital in St. Louis. Douglas Maurer was diagnosed as having leukemia. The doctors told him in frank terms about his disease. They said that for the next three years, he would have to undergo chemotherapy. They didn't sugarcoat the side effects. They told Douglas he would go bald and that his body would most likely bloat. Upon learning this, he went into a deep depression. His aunt called a floral shop to send Douglas an arrangement of flowers. She told the clerk that it was for her teenage nephew who has leukemia. When the flowers arrived at the hospital, they were beautiful. Douglas read the card from his aunt. Then he saw a second card. It said: "DouglasI took your order. I work at Brix florist. I had leukemia when I was 7yearsold. I'm 22yearsold now. Good luck. My heart goes out to you. Sincerely, Laura Bradley." His face lit up. He said, "Oh!"

Syndicated columnist Bob Greene, writing about Doug's situation, says, "It's funny: Douglas Maurer was in a hospital filled with millions of dollars of the most sophisticated medical equipment. He was being treated by expert doctors and nurses with medical training totaling in the hundreds of years. But it was a salesclerk in a flower shop, a woman making $170 a week, whoby taking the time to care, and by being willing to go with what her heart told her to dogave Douglas hope and the will to carry on." (4)

Sometimes a sympathetic friend will do that for usgive us the courage to carry on. It especially helps if that friend has been where we are. It means a lot if a friend has walked in our shoes.

Once there was an emptiness in Heaven. God's own Son had left His throne to walk a tiny insignificant planet. There he hung on a cross, experiencing all the pain of being human. Sometimes we ask, was it necessary? But everyone who has ever suffered knows the answer to that question. When we go to Christ with our great needs, we go to one who has been where we are. We go to one who has hurt where we hurt. We go to one who can comfort us as no one else can. St. Paul writes, "May our Lord Jesus Christ himself and God our Father, who has loved us and given us everlasting comfort and hope which we don't deserve, comfort your hearts with all comfort, and help you in every good thing you say and do." No one can comfort us like Christ can.

Many of you know the story of Corrie Ten Boon. At one time she was imprisoned by the Nazis and placed in solitary confinement for four months. The cell was dark, with dirty water standing on the floor. When she heard the piercing cries of other prisoners, she knew that she was also under the constant threat of being tortured.

She said: "Once I stood with my back against the wall with my hands spread out, as if to try to push away the walls that were closing in on me. I was dead scared. I cried out, ˜Lord, I'm not strong enough to endure this. I don't have the faith.'" It was then that God spoke to Corrie in an unusual way. She noticed an ant on the floor. The moment that ant felt the water on the floor, he ran straight to his tiny hole in the wall. Corrie writes, "Then it was as if the Lord said to me, ˜What about that ant? He didn't stop to look at the wet floor or his weak feethe went straight to his hiding place. Corrie don't look at your faith. It is weak . . . I am your hiding place, and you can come running to Me just like that ant disappeared into that hole in the wall.'" (5) Corrie found her hiding place in the comfort of God. And that is where millions of other hurting souls have found the ultimate comfort for their lives. Christ has been where we are. He understands. We can find our hiding place in him.

Barbara Johnson found that hiding placethe same Barbara Johnson, who confessed that she was damaged in transit. Here is what she writes to us:

"But you know," she concludes, "even though we may be damaged in transit, we are still DELIVERABLE! We are on that long trip. DESTINATION: The Heavenly City, the New Jerusalem, where we will rejoice around the throne of God. The Master will claim me and fix me all up. I will withstand the shocks of life and God will claim His package. My label may be torn off, but my destination is clearly marked GLORY."


1. (Dallas: Word Publishing), p. 180.

2. Sidney Greenberg, Say Yes to Life (New York: Crown Publishers, 1982).

3. "His Mysterious Ways" Guideposts, November 1997, p. 33.

4. "From One Sufferer To Another, Chicago Tribune, Aug, 1987.

5. Corrie ten Boom, He Sets the Captive Free (Old Tappan, NJ: Fleming H. Revell, 1977), 1819. Cited in Billy Graham, Hope for the Troubled Heart (Dallas: Word Publishing, 1991), p. 134.

Dynamic Preaching, Collected Sermons, by King Duncan