[Jesus said to the disciples:] "But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit has come upon you, and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem, in all Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth.” When he had said this, as they were watching, he was lifted up, and a cloud took him out of their sight. While he was going and they were gazing up toward heaven, suddenly two men in white robes stood by them. They said, “Men of Galilee, why do you stand looking up toward heaven? This Jesus, who has been taken up from you into heaven, will come in the same way as you saw him go into heaven.” (Acts 1:9-11)
There is a routine in my household just about every weekday morning, and I bet you have experienced something similar. It goes something like this. With lunches packed and travel mugs of coffee poured (one iced, one hot), the four members of our household head out, by school bus or by car, to school, to work, and to the church, each to our own tasks for the day, all of us knowing we'll be back in the house by the end of the day. There are no teary-eyed goodbyes, no anxious exits, and no dramatic scenes over the morning commute (typically), because we all know we will be back home after each of us has done what is ours to do for the day. We will be apart for a while, but we will be back home soon enough. And that assurance is what enables each person in the family to do their thing for the day. You have lived through some version of that morning send-off, too, I expect.
In a way, this scene from the first chapter of the book of Acts has a similar feel to it. Maybe you noticed that, too, if you heard this story as many of us did back on this past Sunday. At first blush, this story seems like a farewell, and a pretty final-sounding one at first. Jesus, having been raised from the dead forty days before on Easter, is now ascending to heaven; as Jesus had told his disciples back on the night in the upper room, "Where I am going, you cannot come." Jesus vanishes from their sight enfolded in clouds, and the disciples are left staring up at the sky. Meanwhile, they have been given a mission of their own, too: they will be sent to "Judea, Samaria, and to the ends of the earth" from that spot on the mountain together. Or as Matthew's telling puts it, "Go into all nations and make disciples..." In other words, everybody left that mountaintop scene pointed in different directions--Jesus, heavenward, and the rest of the disciples getting psyched up to go out to every point on the map. Staying together on the summit was not a choice for any of them.
And yet, you don't get the sense that this is meant to be a sorrowful scene of final farewells. Even the angelic messengers who show up frame the moment with a sort of "What are you doing still moping around here?" expression. They don't feel the need to offer comfort in the moment, but just give the matter-of-fact reminder that Jesus will come again. And, after all, the disciples have work to do of their own in the mean-time, anyway. In other words, this isn't a goodbye forever; this is closer to the morning routine while everyone goes about their tasks. This isn't a parting for which there will be no reunion--this is the start of the workday, at the end of which everyone will be gathered back home at the last. Like your family members heading out to school, to errands, or to work in the morning, all looking forward to being back under the same roof before the sun sets, Jesus and his followers are assured that they will be gathered back together in due time. They are, after all, a family, and eventually everyone in the family will find their way back home.
If we see the story this way, then there is deep hope for us every day. We are not abandoned to fend for ourselves in a dangerous world without God. The ascension of Jesus to heaven while the disciples are sent to be witnesses on earth is more like the morning routine in which each member of the family goes about their work in the confident hope of homecoming at the last. Each of us has a calling in this day, this life--to embody the Jesus way of life, to witness to his love and welcome, and to draw others into the disciple community as well. But we do that work in hope that at the right time, our labors will be ended, and we will find ourselves reunited with Jesus and the rest of the whole family. We are not doomed to be Sisyphus from the Greek myth, forced to push the boulder up the hill every day, only to have it roll back down each evening and to be repeated forever, endlessly. And we are not scattered into the world alone, either, with no hope of homecoming. We do the work to which we are called today, and for as long as it is ours to do it, but with the assurance that we will be welcomed back to the family table in time for supper. Like family members headed out of the house to school and work and their list of errands, we know there is a return trip in store that will find us back with one another when the time is right.
That changes how we face each day, doesn't it? And it means that the story of Jesus' ascension is not an ending, but a beginning of sorts. An adventure has begun, and you and I are a part of it. And when the time for coming back to the house arrives, we will catch each other up on all the things we have done with our time, our energy, and our love. And we will know we are home at last.
Lord Jesus, give us hope as we face this day so that we can do the work to which you have called us, until you gather us in your presence back home.






