Survival into Celebration (John 2:1-11)

The First “Lesson”

Before today’s passage, Jesus calls his disciples to follow him. Their relationship is quickly established. They call him, “Rabbi”—teacher.

Normally in those days, a teacher would have taken his students to a school-like setting or perhaps to the desert. He would have taught lessons. He would have trained them in the practice of important spiritual disciplines. This is what we see, for example, in John the Baptist, who attracted quite a crowd in the desert, where he taught repentance and practiced baptism.

What is the first thing Jesus does with his disciples?  Does he sit them down for a lesson?  Does he initiate them in the practice of certain spiritual disciplines?  In the other gospels, he does. Perhaps most famously, in the gospel of Matthew Jesus calls his disciples and then teaches them his most timeless lesson, the Sermon on the Mount, where almost everything he says is spiritual dynamite, liable to blow you to bits, like blessed are the poor and love your enemy and don’t worry about tomorrow, only seek God’s kingdom.

But according to the gospel of John, Jesus does something else before he teaches or trains his disciples. He takes them to a party—a wedding in Cana of Galilee! Perhaps you’ve heard how significant such an event was in Jesus’ time. Weddings then were village events, a gathering of family and friends and all the folks around. For a full week—seven days!—they would eat and drink, talk and laugh, sing and dance. They would celebrate love—not the sappy, romantic idea that passes for love in Hollywood, but the sacred union of two persons from which would spring new life: new life between two families, new life in the birth of baby boys and girls, new life in the hearts of the married couple.

The gospel of John loves to use symbol and metaphor. It’s John who popularizes the ideas of Jesus as the bread of life, the water of life, the great shepherd, and the lamb of God. And so I can’t help but think that John is using this wedding feast as a symbol too. “Begin as you mean to go on,” we often say, and here John shows us how Jesus means to go on. His very first “lesson” is a celebration of love.

More Than a Tick-Tock Life

Sometimes I wonder if this lesson has been lost amidst the church’s tragic love affair with “eternal life.” Eternal life conjures up a horizontal image of life: life with no end, a heart that keeps beating forever and ever, tick-tock, tick-tock. But as I think Jesus shows his disciples in his very first experience with them, life is about much more than a mechanical, tick-tock heart that beats forever. Such a life is meaningless (or even torturous) if it is not filled, from top to bottom, vertically, with love. Such a life is meaningless (or even torturous) if it is not filled with the eating and drinking, singing and dancing, if it is not filled with relationships of love, which invariably cultivate forgiveness and tenderness, generosity and compassion. A mechanical, tick-tock heart is nothing compared to a heart that laughs and cries, that gives and forgives, that celebrates life and lives in love. Perhaps it would help to remember this the next time we quote John 3:16. Perhaps instead of “eternal life,” we might say, “For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son, that whosoever believes in him may not live a mechanical, tick-tock life, but a life filled with love—and love never ends.”

Water into Wine

If Jesus’ first “lesson” is a wedding, a symbol that real life is found in loving…then what Jesus actually does at the wedding only amplifies the lesson.

For when the wine runs out, Jesus turns to a collection of stone water containers. Rocks and water had an important place in Jewish history. They meant survival—the horizontal kind of life. On more than one occasion in the wilderness, Moses had struck a rock and miraculously water had sprung forth for the thirsty Israelites to drink. In the Jewish mindset, rocks and water meant survival.

But at this wedding, the challenge is not survival. The challenge is celebration. When the wine runs out, Jesus’ mother fears the worst: that the rejoicing will run dry too. So now we see a new miracle, a new wonder, a symbol again of what life means for Jesus. He turns rocks and water into wine and rejoicing. He turns the symbols of survival into a symbol of celebration. Jesus has come to give us life, not just the horizontal kind that keeps going but the kind that is worth living, the vertical kind, filled top to bottom with love.

Love Is the Beginning

Not long before today’s scene, Jesus himself was baptized. At that point he hadn’t healed a single person, he hadn’t taught an inspiring lesson, he hadn’t preached a great sermon. In the gospels’ account of things, he’s done practically nothing at that point. But even so, he hears the voice of God proclaim, “You are my son, the beloved; with you I am well pleased.”  Whereas our world preaches that hard work and achievement come first, and only afterward affirmation and love—that love must be earned—we see the opposite in the life of Jesus. The love of God is at the beginning of the story before he’s done a thing. The love of God is what begins the story. It’s only after Jesus hears these words of love and blessing from God that he embarks on an unforgettable three-year adventure that will forever change history.

It’s almost, then, as if today Jesus shares with the disciples the truth of his baptism. By taking them to a wedding instead of teaching a lesson in a classroom or training them in some spiritual discipline, he is sharing with them his experience. The unconditional love of God is at the beginning of the story. It is what begins the story. If there is no love, there is no life. (I see this myself all across the gospels. I think of the adulterous woman and Zacchaeus, how his call to “go and sin no more” is not given as a condition for his love, but only after he has made clear his love. Only after he has shown his grace. “Neither do I condemn you,” he says first to the woman. For Jesus, love is always the first word. It is what begins the story..)

This truth echoes in all our world. I’m reminded especially of the timeless fairy tale trope of the sleeping princess. Her heart may be beating tick-tock underneath the enchantment, but that’s no kind of life to be living. So what is it that breaks the enchanted sleep?  What is it that raises her to life?  It’s not strength. It’s not intelligence. It’s a kiss. Love is where life begins.

The Good News That There Is More to Life

The good news of today’s story is that
Whenever we’re just surviving,
Whenever our hearts are a mechanical tick-tock,
Whenever the days are nothing more than numbers on a calendar,
Whenever we’re in the wilderness
With nothing but rocks and a trickle of water—
There is more to life.
I can’t tell you where.
I can only tell you
That it tastes a little bit like wine,
That it feels a little bit like a kiss,
That it lets you know you are beloved
And draws you out into the world.

For me, sometimes, it’s a cat’s attention.
For me, sometimes, it’s an honest conversation.
For me, sometimes, it’s a walk in the woods.
For me, sometimes, it’s a guest sitting at my table.
For me, sometimes, it’s a dream that wakes me up in the middle of the night.
Whatever it is for you, know this—
It is also Christ,
Whose love transforms
Survival into celebration,
And gives us not just a life that keeps going,
But a life that’s worth living.

Prayer

Smiling Christ,
Who celebrated
Weddings and wine
And most of all
The wonder of love—
We study your teaching,
We try to practice your way.
Let us never lose sight, though,
Of what is first and foremost.
In the mid-winter routine of our lives,
Grant us an epiphany, a revelation.
Amid the odds and ends of our days,
Share with us your love,
Which turns survival into celebration.
Amen.

"I Saw You" (John 1:35-51)

Scripture: “What Are You Looking for?”

³⁵ The next day John (that is, John the Baptizer) again was standing with two of his disciples, ³⁶ and as he watched Jesus walk by he exclaimed, “Look, here is the Lamb of God!” ³⁷ The two disciples heard him say this, and they followed Jesus. ³⁸ When Jesus turned and saw them following, he said to them, “What are you looking for?”

When Jesus asks the two followers of John the Baptizer (one of whom we later learn is Andrew), “What are you looking for?” he invites them to be honest about their motivations. It is a question that can quickly cut through the superficial reasons we give for the things we do. A question that peels back the layers. Not unlike the question “Why?” asked repeatedly.

If I say I go to church because I am a Christian, I am still on the stand, asking myself, “Yes, but what am I looking for?” If my answer is Christ, the question comes back still, “Yes, but what I am looking for in Christ?”

When I first started attending church, what I was most looking for was probably approval. I remember wearing shoes I didn’t really like, stiff clothes I wasn’t really fond of—but I did it because that’s what respectable people did when they went to church. I wanted validation, approval, respect. I went to church for the same reason that I followed the rules. I wanted my parents and teachers to like me.

When I went to college, I continued to attend church. At this stage, my motivations had evolved. I continued to look for approval, of course. I knew my parents would ask what I’d done on Sunday. But I was also beginning to look for community, for people who shared a similar worldview and similar values.

By the time I was studying abroad in England, community was my primary motivation for attending church. I didn’t know anyone when I arrived in Sheffield. I was looking for friends. In the end, I can trace nearly all the friends I made in England back to the little church that I attended.

I know there are other reasons folks go to church. People are looking for many things when they attend church. One woman at the previous church that I served recounted how her father went to church to make business connections, to network, to expand his list of clients and garner the goodwill of more powerful businessmen in the community.

Today we’re celebrating Epiphany, which literally means “appearance.” If Christmas is about God becoming flesh and dwelling among us, about a little baby being born, then Epiphany is about the moment when this little baby is revealed to outsiders, when God appears to the wider world. One story that we traditionally tell at Epiphany is the story of the wise men, the magi, who travel to Bethlehem from a land far, far away in the east. They have seen a star in the sky. What exactly are they looking for? A newborn king, yes. But why? Are they looking for profitable political connections? Is that why they come with gifts, intending to pay the king homage? Are they looking for the approval of someone—perhaps their parents who raised them to pay attention to the stars, or perhaps God himself? Are they looking for a meaning in life they have not yet found?

Scripture: “Come and See”

They (the two disciples of John the Baptizer who have started to follow Jesus) said to him, “Rabbi” (which translated means Teacher), “where are you staying?” ³⁹ He said to them, “Come and see.” They came and saw where he was staying, and they remained with him that day. It was about four o’clock in the afternoon. ⁴⁰ One of the two who heard John speak and followed him was Andrew, Simon Peter’s brother. ⁴¹ He first found his brother Simon and said to him, “We have found the Messiah” (which is translated Anointed). ⁴² He brought Simon to Jesus, who looked at him and said, “You are Simon son of John. You are to be called Cephas” (which is translated Peter).

Whatever the motivations of Jesus’ new followers, whatever they are looking for, Jesus insists that they keep their eyes open. “Come and see,” he says.

I remember once going on a hike with my family in Canada. The destination of the hike was a grand vista of the valley below, where a lake was cradled between several mountains. But the highlight of the hike for me was not the vista. It was several hundred yards before the vista, where we stopped to eat lunch on a pile of large rocks. While we were eating and everyone was silent, we heard animals scurrying about. There, camouflaged among the rocks, we spied a family of marmots gathering grass and vegetation for their own lunch. A half hour later, we stood at the top of the mountain and enjoyed the grand vista that we’d been looking for. But as we walked back down the mountain, I realized that the real treasure for me had been eating on the rocks with the marmots. It wasn’t the reason we’d gone hiking. It wasn’t what I’d originally been looking for. But our eyes were open enough to see this unexpected phenomenon, and it became for me the most cherished memory of that hike.

When Jesus says, “Come and see,” I think he’s inviting his new followers to look for whatever they’re looking for, but to look with their eyes open. He’s inviting them to seek, but to seek with a heart open to something even better than whatever they have in mind.

I’ll be honest… I have sometimes been a bit of a theological snob, judging my old self and other people for all the less than pious reasons that they have attended church. I’ve thought to myself, “Most people just go out of habit. Most people just go because that’s what you do if you want to be a well-respected member of the community.” It’s a narrow and ungenerous critique; I’m certain that we are all here because, whatever other reasons we might have, we genuinely are looking for a fuller, better, more abundant life with one another and with God. In truth,  our motivations are always mixed, some good perhaps, some less healthy perhaps. But that doesn’t seem to bother Jesus so much. “Come and see,” he says, inviting us to keep looking, but with the plea that whatever we’re looking for, we keep our eyes open to see something different than we expect.

Scripture: “No Deceit”—
Or, Honest and Open

⁴³ The next day Jesus decided to go to Galilee. He found Philip and said to him, “Follow me.” ⁴⁴ Now Philip was from Bethsaida, the city of Andrew and Peter. ⁴⁵ Philip found Nathanael and said to him, “We have found him about whom Moses in the Law and also the Prophets wrote, Jesus son of Joseph from Nazareth.” ⁴⁶ Nathanael said to him, “Can anything good come out of Nazareth?”

Nathanael’s skeptical question sounds rather snarky, doesn’t it? There’s good reason, however, to believe that his skepticism may have come from a reasonable place. Nowhere in the Old Testament do we hear of Nazareth. It is literally a no-name town. Nathanael may just be honestly expressing his doubts about the messiah coming from a place for which there are no prophecies, a place from which no one expected the messiah to come.

Philip said to him, “Come and see.” (The gospel of John loves wordplay. It’s no accident that Philip here invites Nathanael with the same invitation that Jesus earlier invited the disciples of John the Baptizer. “Come and see” is something of a motto for the gospel of John, a slogan that both invites seeking and at the same time an openness to something different than whatever is being sought.)

⁴⁷ When Jesus saw Nathanael coming toward him, he said of him, “Here is truly an Israelite in whom there is no deceit!”

Just as Nathanael’s skeptical question may have sounded snarky, so too Jesus’ first words upon seeing Nathanael. But another possibility is that Jesus is genuinely praising Nathanael for his honesty. In the gospel of John, “deceit” is a trademark of the devil, whom Jesus calls “a liar and the father of lies” (John 8:44). For Jesus to call Nathanael someone without “deceit” is high praise indeed. He appreciates Nathanael’s honesty. Yes, on the one hand, Nathanael’s honesty predisposes him to disregard anyone coming from Nazareth. But on the other hand, it appears to incline Nathanael to take everyone seriously, to acknowledge that his own perspective is limited. And so the flipside to Nathanael’s honesty is a kind of openness. Instead of writing off this possible messiah because he does not come from where Nathanael would expect, he asks questions. Just as the encouragement “Come and see” invites a person to keep his eyes open, so Nathanael keeps his own eyes open for something other than what he expects.

Scripture: “Heaven Opened”

 ⁴⁸ Nathanael asked him, “Where did you get to know me?” Jesus answered, “I saw you under the fig tree before Philip called you.” ⁴⁹ Nathanael replied, “Rabbi, you are the Son of God! You are the King of Israel!”

I began that hike in Canada as someone looking for a grand vista. The irony is that the real treasure of the hike all began not with what I saw, but with what saw me. Before I or anyone else saw the marmot family, they assuredly saw us, the loud human interlopers unfurling our backpacks and supplies on their rocky home. But they did not hide. They carried on with their own lunch, and eventually we saw the creatures who had first seen us.

Philip had said to Nathanael, “Come and see.” But when Nathanael comes and sees, he hears Jesus say, “I saw you!” Nathanael had come with Philip with the intention of seeing Jesus, only to discover that Jesus has first seen him.

This unexpected reversal is the same surprise at the heart of Epiphany. We’re all looking for something. Churchgoers like us are looking for something when we go to church. Shoppers are looking for something on the other side of a mouse-click or the other side of a cash register’s ring. Drug addicts are looking for something in every hit that they seek. Some philosophers would suggest that, religious or not, we’re all looking for God in each of these ventures, our motivations always mixed, never quite what they might seem on the surface.

But the surprise of Epiphany is that we discover in our seeking that we are actually being sought. The surprise of Epiphany is that even as we never find exactly what we’re looking for, we are nonetheless found by something even better than what we were looking for.

Listen to how Jesus explains this to Nathanael:

⁵⁰ Jesus answered, “Do you believe because I told you that I saw you under the fig tree? You will see greater things than these.” ⁵¹ And he said to him, “Very truly, I tell you, you will see heaven opened and the angels of God ascending and descending upon the Son of Man.”

“Heaven opened and the angels of God ascending and descending” is an unmistakable reference to what we often call “Jacob’s ladder”—that is, the dream that Jacob has in the wilderness of angels going to and from heaven. If you’ll recall, when Jacob wakes up from his dream, he exclaims, “Surely the Lord is in this place—and I did not know it!” (Gen 28:16). Jesus seems to suggest a similar experience for us who are honestly seeking God. When we are honest, when we keep our eyes open for more than what we know or expect, then we might well find ourselves face to face with heaven, exclaiming, “Surely the Lord is in this place—and I did not know it!” So it was for Nathanael, who stood face to face with a messiah hailing from a no-name town.

I can’t help but think of how Jesus will later insist that the kingdom of God is already among us. For Jesus, it’s not so much a matter of building the kingdom of God or controlling the world around us, but rather a way of seeing the world differently. When Jesus bids us, “Come and see,” he bids us keep our eyes open to see the unexpected glory of God. With our eyes thus open, he shows us again and again how heaven has already been opened. And we discover that heaven’s opening is not found amid wealth, power, or status. Contrary to the world’s expectations, heaven’s opening is found in places like our enemies, whom we come to see are God’s children too. Heaven’s opening is found in our need, yes our neediness, where we can finally receive the grace of God. Heaven’s opening is found in simplicity and sharing, where we discover abundance means being rich in relationships, not things.

The band U2 had a hit song in the 1980s, “I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking for.” Their lead singer, Bono, once described the song as a gospel song. A lot of religious folks scratched their heads. What kind of faith would say, “I haven’t found what I’m looking for”? But I think what Bono meant is what we see in today’s scripture. The good news isn’t so much that we ever find what we’re looking for, but that in the honest looking, we discover we are found. And in being found, we discover that heaven has already been opened. Or as Jacob puts it: “The Lord is indeed in this place—and we didn’t know it!”

Prayer

Loving God,
Who seeks us
Even as we’re not so sure
What we are seeking ourselves
…
Grant us open eyes
To see you already seeing us,
To see heaven already opened
In the way of Christ,
Our lord and savior: Amen.

"Pointing" (John 1:19-34)

Scripture: A Holy Man, or Just a Voice

19    This is the testimony given by John when the Jews sent priests and Levites from Jerusalem to ask him, “Who are you?” 20 He confessed and did not deny it, but confessed, “I am not the Messiah.”  21 And they asked him, “What then? Are you Elijah?” He said, “I am not.” “Are you the prophet?” He answered, “No.” 22 Then they said to him, “Who are you? Let us have an answer for those who sent us. What do you say about yourself?” 23 He said,

               “I am the voice of one crying out in the wilderness,

               ‘Make straight the way of the Lord,’”

as the prophet Isaiah said.

There is an old tale from eastern Europe about a group of Jewish people making a pilgrimage to see a holy man. Before they leave, one of the pilgrims asks their local rabbi, “How can we know for sure that this holy man is not a fraud? How can we know that he is truly a righteous man.” The rabbi responded, “You shall know in this way: if he does not tell you what to do. But if he does tell you what to do, then beware.”

I can’t know for certain why the rabbi gives this advice, but I think he is warning his flock about leaders who are power-hungry, who want control over their followers. Wisdom is something to be shared, not something to be enforced upon others. Wisdom is a gift for others, not a means of stroking one’s own ego. “Take what you like and leave the rest,” as they say in many 12-step programs.

By all accounts, John the Baptizer was a holy man. We can see this, perhaps, in his humble disposition. “Who are you?” the religious professionals from Jerusalem ask him. His response is not to claim some greatness or some authority. Rather he freely acknowledges that he has no special credentials. He is neither the messiah, nor Elijah, nor some long-awaited prophet. He is simply a voice in the wilderness, as Isaiah had once prophesied about.

I’m reminded of what we read at the beginning of the gospel of John last week, where we learned that all creation comes into being through the Word, which is God. Which is all to say, all the goodness of life begins with a word. A voice. An invitation. Last week I suggested that the Word that is God is most like a proposal, God on bended knee. In his own way, John the Baptizer is echoing that proposal. He’s a voice echoing the Word. He’s rough around the edges, sure, and he tends to focus on the pitfalls of missing out on God’s proposal—but at the end of the day, he’s there to proclaim that God’s kingdom is coming near and everyone is invited.

Scripture: It’s Like This

24   Now they had been sent from the Pharisees. 25 They asked him, “Why then are you baptizing if you are neither the Messiah, nor Elijah, nor the prophet?” 26 John answered them, “I baptize with water. Among you stands one whom you do not know, 27 the one who is coming after me; I am not worthy to untie the thong of his sandal.” 28 This took place in Bethany across the Jordan where John was baptizing.

Do you remember how it felt as a child, spending a day at the river or the ocean? I remember losing track of everything in the water—time, grudges, grievances, worries…everything would recede. The water had a cleansing quality. It could wash away, at least temporarily, the many burdens I carried, the many emotional stains that plagued me. And when I was done, when I got out of the water, the return to life felt a little bit like a fresh start.

Historians speculate about baptism meant for the people who came to be baptized by John. Similar rituals were used for a variety of purposes: from conversion to the Jewish faith to purification before worship at the temple. All that we know about John’s baptism is that it was a baptism “of repentance for the forgiveness of sins”(Mark 1:4; Luke 3:3; cf. Matt 3:6, 8). In other words, it marked the moment when an individual repented (or changed his or her mind) and felt afresh the reality of God’s forgiveness.

Personally, I think John chooses the ritual of baptism because he, like God, is not content with simply being a voice. Just as God is not content remaining a word but becomes flesh and dwells among us, John must find a way to enflesh his message, to ground it in real life experience. Instead of just saying God forgives you and you can begin again, he says, “It’s like this!” And he dunks you in a river, head to toe, submitting you to a rapturous chill that sweeps away time, grievances, grudges, worries, everything.

Scripture: Bearing Witness

29   The next day he saw Jesus coming toward him and declared, “Here is the Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world! 30 This is he of whom I said, ‘After me comes a man who ranks ahead of me because he was before me.’ 31 I myself did not know him; but I came baptizing with water for this reason, that he might be revealed to Israel.” 32 And John testified, “I saw the Spirit descending from heaven like a dove, and it remained on him. 33 I myself did not know him, but the one who sent me to baptize with water said to me, ‘He on whom you see the Spirit descend and remain is the one who baptizes with the Holy Spirit.’ 34 And I myself have seen and have testified that this is the Son of God.”

The teachers and mentors from whom I have learned the most, whose wisdom I seek whenever I am conflicted or in doubt, are people like John the baptizer. They are people who do not claim to have any answers themselves but instead act as signposts or pointers. John the baptizer, who claims to be nothing more than a voice, ends up pointing to Jesus, “Look! Behold! Here is the person who changes everything.” And what’s fascinating to me, is that Jesus will actually do the same thing himself. He doesn’t drink in all the praise and honor, pointing to himself, saying, “It’s all about me.” His primary message is not about himself but about the kingdom of God. His desire is not that everyone wear his colors or carry his flag, but that everyone live the way that he is living, and he makes clear that the way he is living is simply the way that his father (God) lives. Multiple times in the gospel of John, he says, “I can do nothing on my own, nothing apart from God” (John 5:19, 30). In other words, just as John points to Jesus, Jesus points to God.

There is a word for this pointing in the Christian tradition. It is called “witness.”

Witness is not telling others what to do or think. Witness is not about winning people to your side. It is simply sharing your experience. It is simply pointing out what has worked for you.

You may have heard it said that a Christian is no more than one beggar telling another beggar where they found food. That’s what we see in John the baptizer, the first witness to Christ. “It’s like this,” he tells people, dunking them in the water to try to get across that visceral sense of cleansing and newness. “It has nothing to do with me,” he says, “but everything to do with what’s been given to me from God,” and so he points not to himself but to God.

This first Sunday of Christmas, the invitation I hear in today’s scripture is to be more like John. The temptation of religion, I think, is to confuse ourselves with God. To take God’s place rather than make space for God. To become spokespersons for God rather than honest individuals sharing our experience. What John does instead is say, “I’m just a voice. It’s like this, but don’t just take my word for it. Look over here! Behold! Come and see for yourselves.” Instead of taking God’s place, he invites folks into a space where they might encounter God themselves.

A few weeks ago, faced with a difficult experience and decision to make, I called a mentor, an older man in the faith. I shared my dilemma. He quietly asked me a series of questions, inviting me to consider how God was present in the situation and what loving thing God would have me do next. He never told me what to do. He had faith that God would do that. Reflecting on that conversation, it feels very holy to me now. I heard God. Not because my mentor spoke God’s words, but because he pointed to God. He made space for God. He bore witness to God. I hope I can do the same for others.

Prayer

Holy God,
Word made flesh,
Whose life in Jesus
Was itself an honest witness
To your undying love for us—
Inspire us to become witnesses
Who do not take your place
But instead point to you
And make space for others
To have their own encounter with you. 

In Christ, who takes away the sins of the world: Amen.

"Children of God" (John 1:1-14, 18)

Scripture: God on Bended Knee

1 In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.

For Matthew and Luke, the Christmas story begins with Joseph and Mary and angels and shepherds and “a decree…from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be registered” (Luke 2:1). But for the gospel of John, the Christmas story begins a lot earlier, with the sun and the moon and the stars, with the first blades of grass that ever broke through the earth, with the first creatures that ever crept and crawled and swam and flew. For Matthew and Luke, the Christmas story is confined to a time and a place. For the gospel of John, the Christmas story is cosmic. It is timeless rather than time-bound, universal rather than regional.

To put it bluntly, for John, the Christmas story is one and the same as the creation story. John begins his story using the same words that Genesis uses for its creation story: “In the beginning…” (Gen 1:1; John 1:1). But John puts his own twist on creation. While Genesis tells us the “what” of creation (light, sky, plants, animals—these are “what” God created), John takes a more poetic and spiritual perspective and tells us the “how” of creation. And the “how” is simple. Contrary to popular imagination, creation does not begin with divine magic or might. God does not wave a wand or wrestle the elements of creation into submission. Rather God uses words. “In the beginning was the Word…” (John 1:1).  Which is an extremely vulnerable way of doing something. Words alone do not have the force of compulsion. There are no guarantees that a request will meet with an appropriate response, that an invitation will be met with a willing response.

There are only three things (three nouns) that the Bible identifies God with using the equation “God is this” or “God is that.” The Word (John 1:1), Spirit (John 4:24), and love (1 John 4:8). All three seem equally vulnerable, equally powerless. Yet all three reveal something crucial (and counterintuitive) about God. Namely the “how” of God (including the “how” of God’s creation). The “how” of God is love. There is no force in love, no compulsion. What we see in creation may be interpreted as a loving dialogue, a call and response, where God invites the elements of creation into their fullness—“Let there be,” “Let there be”—and the elements of creation respond willingly, rousing themselves to meet the call of love. (E.g., “Let the earth put forth vegetation,” and then moments later “the earth”—its own subject, its own player in the story—“brought forth vegetation.”) So when John says in the beginning was the “Word” (or logos), by “Word” he means something like God’s overture of love. The “Word” is akin to God’s proposal.

The Word—from which all creation emerges—the Word is God getting down on bended knee, a ring in his hand.

Scripture: A Gleam in God’s Eye

2 He [the Word] was in the beginning with God. 3 All things came into being through him, and without him not one thing came into being. What has come into being 4 in him was life, and the life was the light of all people. 5 The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not overtake it.

Sometimes people will refer to a time before they were born and say they were just a “gleam” in their parent’s eye. Well, everything here on earth and in all creation began as just a gleam in God’s eye. John insists that everything in all creation—from birds to bears to dogs to spiders to Mother Teresa to Hitler—everything here has life because of the Word, which is to say, because God loved it and told it so.

And nothing, John says, can take that away. No number of evil deeds, no amount of disease, can change the fact that every person here bears within them the gleam of God’s eye (what some religious traditions have called the “divine spark” within us). Everything in creation echoes with God’s love. And nothing has silenced that echo yet, John says. The darkness has not overtaken the light—the gleam.

Scripture: “Yet the World Did Not Know Him”

6 There was a man sent from God whose name was John. (Here the gospel of John is referring to another John, namely John the Baptizer, the guy with long hair who lived in the desert and ate locusts and honey and proclaimed that the kingdom of God was coming.) 7 He came as a witness to testify to the light, so that all might believe through him. 8 He himself was not the light, but he came to testify to the light. 9 The true light, which enlightens everyone, was coming into the world. (John’s Christmas story started at the beginning of all creation, where “life” and “light” come into existence through the Word. But here we’re finally approaching a specific expression of the “light,” namely Jesus, whom the gospel of John calls “the true light, which enlightens everyone.” The gospel of John seems to be suggesting that the light of the Word that has shined since creation had nevertheless begun to dim or be obscured, and so Jesus came into the world as “the true light,” which is to say, the original undimmed light, an individual expression of the Word that was there in the beginning giving life and light to all.)

10 He was in the world, and the world came into being through him, yet the world did not know him. 11 He came to what was his own, and his own people did not accept him.

The real problem with the world is not that people are evil, but that people have forgotten that they were once a gleam in God’s eye. They have forgotten that they are unconditionally loved and accepted by God. The gospel of John says that when Jesus came into the world, proclaiming God’s love for all people (which, remember, is how creation began, with God’s loving overture to all creation), the people scratched their heads. They were confused. The timeless tragedy of our world, as true thousands of years ago as it is today, is that we are inclined to forget and even deny that we all bear the gleam of God’s eye within us, that we are all indelibly marked with God’s eternal and unconditional love. So when Jesus comes preaching something like that, we wince and shake our heads. (We need only look at how Jesus was received by the religious folks of his day. They predominantly taught that God’s love is reserved only for the righteous and socially respectably, and so they were scandalized when Jesus starts eating with tax collectors and sinners.)

Scripture: Born of God

12 But to all who received him, who believed in his name, he gave power to become children of God, 13 who were born, not of blood or of the will of the flesh or of the will of man, but of God

Greg Boyle, the Jesuit priest who founded Homeboy Industries, the largest gang rehabilitation program in the world (based out in Los Angeles), tells the story of a “homie” or former gang member, Danny, who was riding a bus home one night. Another guy on the bus was studying his sweatshirt, which read “Homeboy Industries: Jobs Not Jails.” The guy nodded to Danny and asked, “You work there? Is it any good?”

Danny responded simply, “They helped me. I’m not going back to prison.” Then he scribbled the address of Homeboy on a scrap of paper and passed it to the man, saying, “Come see us. We’ll help you.”

The man took the scrap of paper, said thank you, and got off at the next bus stop. “What happened next,” Danny later told Greg Boyle, “never happened before [in all my life]. People were staring at me, nodding and smiling at me. For the first time in my life, I felt admired.”

Greg Boyle tells this story to insist on a counterintuitive truth. People do not change because of shame or judgment or the expectations of others. Rather, people change, he says, when they are cherished.

Or as John puts it in today’s scripture, all who received Jesus and his good news of God’s love, became children of God, born of God (cf. John 1:12-13). John speaks so poetically, so metaphorically, I don’t take his words as part of some equation that outlines the mechanics of salvation, suggesting that first God deems us as some alien matter and only later waves a wand over us and deems us “children of God.” I take these words instead as a broad brush stroke, painting the cosmic arc of humankind. We came into being through God’s love, already children of God. But through fear and shame we can become so estranged, so alienated from our true nature, that we need an example, a reminder, someone to make it clear beyond a shadow of  a doubt that God loves us. We need to hear again the loving overture that God made at creation.

And so…

14 [T]he Word—this is the Word through whom all things came into being— became flesh and lived among us, and we have seen his glory, the glory as of a father’s only son, full of grace and truth.... 18 No one has ever seen God. It is the only Son, himself God, who is close to the Father’s heart, who has made him known.

The Birth of You and Me (and Everyone)

John’s cosmic Christmas story reaches not only reaches back to the beginning of time, it also reaches forward into every future. For Matthew and Luke, the Christmas story is about the birth of Jesus. But for John, the Christmas story is not only about the birth of Jesus but also about the birth of you and me (and Danny and everyone else) as children of God.

Jesus, John says, “is close to the Father’s heart” (1:18). The Greek literally says “bosom.” Jesus is close to God’s bosom. Which is to say, Jesus knows that God is hugging him. Jesus lives in God’s embrace. And that is the good news that he ultimately seeks to share with others. That God loves us too, that we are God’s children too, that God’s embrace is for us too. It is the good news that we do not need to strive after success or status or wealth or whatever else we think will secure our lives because we are already secure in God’s unconditional love and delight.

To conclude, however, I must confess. Talking about God’s love can be an awfully abstract enterprise, a sort of mind game that doesn’t always map onto our bodies and how we feel. I think about Danny on that bus. He may have heard before that God loved him, but it wasn’t until that epiphany where he actually felt (for the first time) other people’s admiration  that he caught a glimpse of what God has felt for him since the beginning of time and will feel beyond the end of time. The whole point of Jesus coming into the world, I think, is that God’s love needs to be incarnated, given flesh, again and again, here, there, everywhere, or else it will just be an idea that falls on deaf ears.

And so everywhere Jesus went, he shared with others God’s loving gaze, God’s warm embrace, the knowledge that they were children of God, and he started with the people who had received this news the least (the tax collectors and the sinners). With that in mind, I’d like to close with a poem by an ancient Persian poet, Hafiz, who invites us to acknowledge God’s love as our identity and who invites us to share God’s loving gaze with others we meet.

Admit something:
Everyone you see, you say to them, "Love me."
Of course you do not do this out loud, otherwise
someone would call the cops.
Still, though, think about this, this great pull in us to connect.
Why not become the one who lives with a
full moon in each eye that is
always saying,
with that sweet moon language,
what every other eye in
this world is
dying to
hear?

Prayer

Creator God,
Whose Word is love
…
As we prepare to receive
The baby Jesus in our embrace
In just a few days’ time,
Prepare our hearts also
To learn from him
Who lives in your embrace,
That we might know ourselves
Children of God
And that we might share this good news
With all the world. In Christ, the eternal Word: Amen.

"As with Joy at the Harvest" (Isaiah 9:1-7)

Scripture:  “The One Who Endures…”

¹ But there will be no gloom for those who were in anguish. In the former time he brought into contempt the land of Zebulun and the land of Naphtali, but in the latter time he will make glorious the way of the sea, the land beyond the Jordan, Galilee of the nations.

Isaiah delivers this prophecy into the midst of a chaotic and troubled world. Little Judah, to whom he speaks, is just a pawn on the chessboard of nations. The king of Judah has been worried sick about his northern neighbors, Aram and Samaria, who have lately been conspiring against him. If they joined forces, surely Judah could not withstand the onslaught. But as Isaiah reveals in the previous chapter (Isaiah 8), Aram and Samaria are but small waves in the sea compared to the tsunami approaching from the east. The swelling empire of Assyria will soon engulf the entire region. The prophet Isaiah urges Judah and its king not to get sucked into this tournament of nations, not to try somehow to weasel or maneuver their way out of the coming storm, but instead to trust in God and live faithfully in God’s way. “Do not call conspiracy all that this people call conspiracy, and do not fear what it fears, or be in dread. But the Lord of hosts, him you shall regard as holy” (Isa 8:13).

Isaiah suggests that the fate of his audience, the fate of Judah, will depend on where they put their trust. He makes his point vividly with a metaphor. God is a rock, he says. Either a rock of refuge, a sanctuary against the raging tide that will soon engulf the region. Or a stumbling rock, a rock over which one trips and falls before being consumed by the storm (Isa 8:14).

It is advice as wise and otherworldly for us today as it was for Judah nearly three millennia ago. Amid chaos and trouble, everyone’s trying to figure it out. Conspiracies abound and multiply. People plot against one another and vie for power. Everyone is looking for the solution, the one thing that will make everything alright, and Isaiah says it’s like walking straight into the midst of the raging storm. Don’t get sucked into the storm, he says. You can’t defeat the storm. But you can take refuge. Trusting in God and living in God’s way (which is all that’s really in our control anyway) shields us from the powerful currents of the storm and helps us to endure.

Our world thinks of salvation as victory, as defeating an enemy. But the Bible often pictures salvation as endurance. When Jesus warns of troubled times, he concludes by saying, “But the one who endures to the end will be saved” (Mark 13:13). And when Paul proclaims the salvation of God’s love, he does not speak of victory or conquest. Rather he promises, “[Love] endures all things. Love never ends” (1 Cor 13:7-8). In a similar way, Isaiah assures his audience at the start of today’s scripture that the coming storm—and it will come; Assyria will sweep over the region soon in a terrifying way—is no match for the rock of God. “There will be no gloom for those who were in anguish,” he promises, indicating that for those who have taken refuge in the storm there will be relief. The storm will end. God’s love will not.

Scripture:  Unpredictable Harvests

² The people who walked in darkness

    have seen a great light;
those who lived in a land of deep darkness—
    on them light has shined.
³ You have multiplied exultation;
    you have increased its joy;
they rejoice before you
    as with joy at the harvest,
    as people exult when dividing plunder.

This past fall, my brother and I signed up for a vegetable CSA arrangement (“community-supported agriculture”). There is a small Baptist seminary out on a farm in Dinwiddie County. Students there sign up not only to study the Bible but also to work the fields and experience firsthand the most common metaphor Jesus uses to describe the kingdom of God, namely sowing and harvesting.

Anyway, my brother and I quickly discovered that harvests are unpredictable. Each week we’d receive a newsletter from the seminary describing that week’s yield. One week there was a surprising abundance of Swiss chard and beets. Another week there was an apology for the poor yield of bok choi. One week there was a surplus of kohlrabi, which I’d never even heard of before—a weird, sort of alien-looking cousin of cabbage. Needless to say, this experience provided me with an exercise in culinary gymnastics, as each week I twisted and contorted recipes to accommodate the variations of that week’s harvest.

The unpredictability of the harvest brought to mind Jesus’ parable in which he says the kingdom of God is “as if someone would scatter seed on the ground, and would sleep and rise night and day, and the seed would sprout and grow, he does not know how” (Mark 4:26-27). Which is to say, the kingdom of God is something for which we work and something over which we do not have control. “The speed would sprout and grow, he does not know how” is also to say that the kingdom of God is a mystery of grace, a gift that we cannot quite see coming, a provision of what we need, which may well be different from what we want.

The standout image from today’s scripture is light. “The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light…” (Isa 9:2). Matthew quotes this scripture at the beginning of Jesus’ ministry, when Jesus begins to proclaim the good news, “Repent [or ‘change your mind’], for the kingdom of heaven has come near” (Matt 4:16-17). The implication is clear. Jesus is the light shining on the people who have walked in darkness, and the kingdom of God is the new day dawning upon them. But the next image that Isaiah uses after light is harvest. “They rejoice before you as with joy at the harvest” (Isa 9:3). Which suggests that this joy is not the joy of self-satisfaction or the joy of being in control. As we have seen in Jesus’ parable—“the seed would sprout and grow, he does not know how”—the joy of the harvest is the joy of receiving a gift we cannot see coming. It is the joy of discovering what we need, which may well be different from what we want.

Speaking of a gift that we cannot see coming…many biblical scholars think that verses 2-7 of today’s scripture may have actually been written originally for the coronation ceremony of King Hezekiah, a king who helped Judah to steady the ship. In other words, Isaiah may be talking about a reality that he can anticipate. But many early Christ-followers, such as Matthew, reread this passage and detected within Isaiah’s words little clues that pointed beyond King Hezekiah to a harvest that Isaiah could not have even dreamed or imagined….

Scripture:  A Goodness We Couldn’t Have Seen Coming

⁴ For the yoke of their burden
    and the bar across their shoulders,
    the rod of their oppressor,
    you have broken as on the day of Midian.
⁵ For all the boots of the tramping warriors
    and all the garments rolled in blood
    shall be burned as fuel for the fire.
⁶ For a child has been born for us,
    a son given to us;
authority rests upon his shoulders,
    and he is named
Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God,
    Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
⁷ Great will be his authority,
    and there shall be endless peace
for the throne of David and his kingdom.
    He will establish and uphold it
with justice and with righteousness
    from this time onward and forevermore.
The zeal of the Lord of hosts will do this.

In these verses, Isaiah envisions several things: liberation from occupying or threatening forces, the burning up of battle boots and uniforms of war, and the peaceful reign of a king who establishes justice and harmony in the land. And this vision maps reasonably well onto the reign of King Hezekiah, for whom these words may well have been written, and whom 2 Kings praises, saying, “He trusted in the Lord the God of Israel… [T]here was no one like him among all the kings of Judah after him, or among those who were before him” (1 Kgs 18:5). At one point during his reign, the king of Assyria brings a huge invading force to the walls of Judah, taunting the people and threatening them with destruction. King Hezekiah seeks the counsel of the prophet Isaiah and prays to God, and then miraculously one night 185,000 Assyrian soldiers drop dead in their sleep, struck down by the angel of the Lord. Among Judah’s host of less-than-stellar kings, Hezekiah compares favorably as a faithful ruler whose reign features more peace than war.

Why then did Matthew and other Christ-followers read Isaiah’s words and apply them to Jesus instead of the historical king for whom they were most likely written? Well, I can’t help but notice that Matthew quotes Isaiah’s prophecy (today’s scripture) just before Jesus’ sermon on the mount, and specifically before the beatitudes where Jesus delivers what you might call a manifesto for God’s kingdom, a vision of where God’s blessing is. And it’s not where you’d expect. God’s blessing is not in power but in poverty of spirit. It’s not in success but in mourning and meekness. It’s not in satisfaction but in hunger and thirst for righteousness. It’s not in the security of a surplus but in living simply and mercifully. It’s not in taking power but making peace.

These words of Jesus are like dynamite. They explode our expectations…and yet we stand transfixed by them, unable to shake the feeling that perhaps they are truer than anything we’d previously thought. They point to the kind of goodness you couldn’t possibly have seen coming. This is not the goodness that we wanted but the goodness we didn’t even know we needed. Which is perhaps to say, this surprising kingdom of Jesus has us all rejoicing as with joy at the harvest. Is it a coincidence that when Jesus gets to the end of this counterintuitive, upside-down manifesto of God’s kingdom, he says, “Rejoice, and be glad…” (Matt 5:12)?

While much of the world around us gets sucked into the storm of rival parties and competing nations, into the fear and dread and conspiracies and plans of people looking for the one thing that will make everything alright, Isaiah invites us instead to put our trust in God and live in God’s way (which is all that’s really in our control anyway). We cannot foresee the future. Even Isaiah, I think, couldn’t have imagined a savior like Jesus, who was born as humbly as he was, who died a death as shameful as he did. But Isaiah foresaw joy. Because he knew that God always provides, and that like a harvest, God’s provision often confounds our expectations, providing not what we want…but what we didn’t even know we needed.

Prayer

Gracious God,
Our refuge in the storm,
Whose love endures and outlasts
All that would do us harm—
May our trust in you
And our willingness to repent and change our mind
Prepare us to recognize your strange grace
In a harvest that confounds our expectations,
And to rejoice and be glad.
In Christ, full of surprising blessings: Amen.

The Peace of the Spirit (Ezekiel 37:1-14)

Scripture:  The Peace of a Graveyard

1 The hand of the Lord came upon me, and he brought me out by the spirit of the Lord and set me down in the middle of a valley; it was full of bones. 2 He led me all around them; there were very many lying in the valley, and they were very dry.

Today’s scripture opens amid the eerie silence of what is essentially a graveyard. “Very dry” bones mean the battle has long since finished, the scavenging birds and hyenas have long since consumed their carrion, and the bones that remain have sat for days in the sun, drying out, most likely becoming bleached in the process.

The Romans had a saying: “If you want peace, prepare for war.” What a tragic contradiction. The only way to achieve peace…is through violence? Yet this logic has prevailed in our world for thousands of years. We see it in the creation stories of Babylon and Rome and other ancient societies, where the world begins with a bloody conflict. We see it in the founding stories of many nations, which begin with a bloody war of independence. “If you want peace, prepare for war.”

In today’s scripture, we see this tragic peace. For the victors of battle, there is the peace of being in control once more, the peace of being able to call the shots. But for the conquered, there is also peace. It is the peace of a graveyard. The eerie calm that we see in that valley of dry bones. The Israelites to whom these bones belonged had fallen to the Babylonians. At one time, those Israelites had been filled with hope and fear, anxiety and adrenaline. But now their bones are silent, still, at rest. At peace.

Scripture: A Disturbance of the “Peace”

3 He said to me, “Mortal, can these bones live?” I answered, “O Lord God, you know.” 4 Then he said to me, “Prophesy to these bones and say to them: O dry bones, hear the word of the Lord. 5 Thus says the Lord God to these bones: I will cause breath—in the Hebrew, this word can also mean “spirit”— to enter you, and you shall live. 6 I will lay sinews on you and will cause flesh to come upon you and cover you with skin and put breath—or spirit—in you, and you shall live, and you shall know that I am the Lord.”

7 So I prophesied as I had been commanded, and as I prophesied, suddenly there was a noise, a rattling, and the bones came together, bone to its bone.

Just to be clear about what’s happening here…God is a “disturber of the peace.” God is disturbing “the peace of the graveyard.” What was previously silent and still is now filled with a noisy rattling as the bones of the deceased, the bones that had long lain at rest, become animated once more.

8 I looked, and there were sinews on them, and flesh had come upon them, and skin had covered them, but there was no breath—or spirit—in them. 9 Then he said to me, “Prophesy to the breath, prophesy, mortal, and say to the breath: Thus says the Lord God: Come from the four winds, O breath, and breathe upon these slain, that they may live.” 10 I prophesied as he commanded me, and the breath—or spirit—came into them, and they lived and stood on their feet, a vast multitude.

God’s disturbance of the peace culminates with God’s breath. God’s spirit. Which points to a curious correspondence.

When Jesus sits with his closest followers around a table on the night before his crucifixion, he reassures them that when he is gone, they will not be alone. God will send them the Holy Spirit. And with this promise of God’s Spirit, Jesus then says, “Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. I do not give to you as the world gives” (John 14:27). Which is to say: God’s peace is different from the world’s peace. God’s peace disturbs the world’s peace, exposes it for what it really is—and what it really is, is not life but death.

The world’s peace is secured (or inflicted) through fighting. Let me put it plainly: the world’s peace is control. (When the Romans said, “If you want peace, get ready for war,” what they really meant was, “If you want control, get ready for war.”) For the people in control, this peace means security and getting their way. It is the peace of pleasant, preferable conditions. For the victims, this peace means resignation—or death. For the victims, this is the peace of giving up, of resigning yourself bitterly to your unfavorable lot.

For both the people in control and also the victims, the world’s peace means death. Because control kills the things that make for life. Choice. Possibility. Unexpected variables. Love.

When my nephew gets too good at a game on his tablet, when he wins all the time, he becomes bored with it. His eyes grow dull, his smile slackens, his face begins to look a little like a zombie. He is in complete control. And he is bored, almost lifeless. Whatever spirit usually fills him with enthusiasm and exuberance—that spirit is stifled. Similarly, when the game is impossible, when it has conquered him, when he loses all the time, he becomes bored with it. His face deadens into its zombie-like appearance as his spirit is again stifled.

Scripture: The Peace We Desire

11 Then he said to me, “Mortal, these bones are the whole house of Israel. They say, ‘Our bones are dried up, and our hope is lost; we are cut off completely.’ 12 Therefore prophesy and say to them: Thus says the Lord God: I am going to open your graves and bring you up from your graves, O my people, and I will bring you back to the land of Israel. 13 And you shall know that I am the Lord when I open your graves and bring you up from your graves, O my people. 14 I will put my spirit within you, and you shall live, and I will place you on your own soil; then you shall know that I, the Lord, have spoken and will act, says the Lord.”

Here we see the difference of God’s peace.

The world’s peace (control) invariably drains us of spirit. But God’s peace is the opposite. We know God’s peace when we are filled with God’s spirit.

The world’s peace (control) is predicated upon an absence. The absence of conflict or difficulty. But God’s peace is about a presence. The presence of God with us. And as we see in Jesus, God’s spirit  does not preclude conflict or difficulty. Rather it enables us to respond to those situations not in the way of the world (fighting for control or resigning helplessly) but in the way of God (loving our enemy, blessing those who curse us, praying for those who persecute us).

This Advent, it may be worth pondering what kind of peace we desire. Is it a Hallmark, everyone’s-happy kind of peace? A Thomas Kinkade, still-life kind of peace? (Still-life…) Is it an absence-of-conflict kind of peace? If it is, does that mean we need to prepare for war. (“If you want peace…”)

Or maybe, as we ponder what the peace of our world really means, we might come to desire God’s peace instead. A noisy, rattling, coming-to-life kind of peace. A peace that endures conflict with love and longs for God’s spirit to thrive in every heart.

The writer Frederick Buechner, as he reflects on war, points out that the same dynamics operate regularly in our personal lives. We all wage wars, he says, “to gain control, to get the upper hand, to have the last word, to get our way, fought not with weapons or even [words], but with silences and tones of voice and all the ways we know of fighting with each other.”[1] He remembers in particular one summer when his sixteen-year-old daughter had the dream of working with manatees at a wildlife organization in Florida. The idea unnerved Buechner as a father, but he knew better than simply to say “no.” Instead, he says, he found a hundred other ways to suggest that maybe this was not a good idea. What about the dangers of travel for a single young woman? What about living so far away from the help of her family? And so on… Then one day, as he was sitting in the living room, he overheard his daughter on the phone in the kitchen. She had called the manatee people and was telling them that she had decided not to work there that summer. Then she trudged sadly into the living room and sat down next to her father and lay her head on his shoulder.

Buechner indicates that his heart was broken. He had won the war. But he saw also that he had broken his daughter’s spirit. What a cheap, hollow peace it was. In the end, he was not happy. Neither was his daughter.

The Hebrew word for peace, “shalom,” connotes wholeness, fullness, everything in proper relationship, everything in harmony. And so there is a sense in which none of us will have peace until all of us have peace, for we are all connected. The Advent season with all its social encounters and frictions becomes for us a perfect place to practice being a peacemaker, which is what our heavenly father and mother is (for Jesus says peacemakers are to be called children of God). And what we read in today’s prophecy from Ezekiel (and in Jesus’ words about God’s peace) suggests that that being a peacemaker is not about winning wars and being in control but rather about surrendering and receiving God’s inspiration (God’s spirit) to live otherwise.

Prayer

Faithful God,
Whose way of peace
Is our rightful heritage
As your children
…
Sometimes we cling so tightly
To expectations and desires
That we might rob ourselves and others
Of your spirit of love—and your peace.
Loosen our grip on life,
That we might receive
The peace of your Spirit;
In Christ, for whose coming we pray always: Amen.

---

[1] Frederick Buechner, The Remarkable Ordinary (Grand Rapids: Zondervan, 2017), 109-110. 

Whatever the Result (Daniel 3:1, 4-7, 8-27)

Scripture: “A Golden Statue”

1   King Nebuchadnezzar made a golden statue whose height was sixty cubits and whose width was six cubits; he set it up on the plain of Dura in the province of Babylon. … [And a] herald proclaimed aloud, “You are commanded, O peoples, nations, and languages, 5 that when you hear the sound of the horn, pipe, lyre, trigon, harp, drum, and entire musical ensemble, you are to fall down and worship the golden statue that King Nebuchadnezzar has set up. 6 Whoever does not fall down and worship shall immediately be thrown into a furnace of blazing fire.”

Today’s story—of King Nebuchadnezzar and the Hebrews Shadrah, Meshach, and Abednego—is a familiar story, but it is also a distant one. I imagine the last week or two for you has involved setting up a Christmas tree or putting up seasonal decorations to make your home feel a bit warmer and more welcoming. I imagine in the weeks to come you’ll be gathering with friends and loved ones for dinners and parties. I imagine that if you haven’t already secured gifts for your loved ones, you’ll be frantically searching Amazon or the aisles of a local store. All of which is to say, we personally are far, far away from the darkness and danger that threaten Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego face while living in the land of their captors. 

Or are we? As Nebuchadnezzar constructs his golden statue, I invite you to consider some of the more prominent monuments and landmarks in our own time and place. Consider the iconic Hollywood sign, that to this day symbolizes fame and stardom and the dream of being seen and admired. Or consider Wall Street, the hallowed temple of the dollar. Or consider the Washington Monument, an icon fashioned in the style of an Egyptian obelisk, a timeless marker of strength and success. 

Now, it’s true—there are no edicts that compel us to literally bow down before these monuments on the pain of death. But think about a person who lives without any regard for fame, money, or might, and you’ll be thinking about a small fry, a nobody, a zero. You’ll be thinking about someone who’s as good as dead to much of the world around them.

So as we continue with this familiar story, perhaps consider that there are “golden statues” around us today—idols of worship—that demand our attention, even as we prepare for a most holy occasion.

Scripture: From Yahweh to Nebo

8   Accordingly, at this time certain Chaldeans came forward and denounced the Jews. 9 They said to King Nebuchadnezzar, “O king, live forever! 10 You, O king, have made a decree, that everyone who hears the sound of the horn, pipe, lyre, trigon, harp, drum, and entire musical ensemble, shall fall down and worship the golden statue, 11 and whoever does not fall down and worship shall be thrown into a furnace of blazing fire. 12 There are certain Jews whom you have appointed over the affairs of the province of Babylon: Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego. These pay no heed to you, O King. They do not serve your gods and they do not worship the golden statue that you have set up.”

Before we go any further, it may help to know that Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego are not the original names of these three Hebrew men. They are Babylonian names that have been given to them in an attempt to erase their cultural identity, including their faith. For example, Abednego’s original name is Azariah, which means “the Lord [Yahweh] is my help.” But an official of Nebuchadnezzar gives him a new name, Abednego, which means “the servant of Nebo,” a Babylonian God. This new name erases Azariah’s link with Yahweh, the Lord, and instead asserts that he is the servant of a Babylonian god.

So even before Nebuchadnezzar commands the three men to bow down to his statue, they have already endured pressure to change, to renounce their God and his way. But that pressure is about to increase dramatically now that they have openly defied the king.

Scripture: “We Are Seeds”

13   Then Nebuchadnezzar in furious rage commanded that Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego be brought in; so they brought those men before the king. 14 Nebuchadnezzar said to them, “Is it true, O Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, that you do not serve my gods and you do not worship the golden statue that I have set up? 15 Now if you are ready when you hear the sound of the horn, pipe, lyre, trigon, harp, drum, and entire musical ensemble to fall down and worship the statue that I have made, well and good. But if you do not worship, you shall immediately be thrown into a furnace of blazing fire, and who is the god that will deliver you out of my hands?”

16   Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego answered the king, “O Nebuchadnezzar, we have no need to present a defense to you in this matter. 17 If our God whom we serve is able to deliver us from the furnace of blazing fire and out of your hand, O king, let him deliver us.  18 But if not, be it known to you, O king, that we will not serve your gods and we will not worship the golden statue that you have set up.”

On the first Sunday of Advent, we light the Hope candle. Hope is a familiar word; we use it all the time. But typically when we say “hope” we actually mean “expect” or “desire.” In other words, when we say “hope,” we have a particular result in mind, a specific outcome that we expect or desire. This popular concept of hope fits well with the popular concept of Christmas. Children may “hope” for certain gifts. Adults may “hope” for their family or siblings to keep the peace at Christmas dinner. Some of us may “hope” for a white Christmas. 

In recovery circles, you’ll sometimes hear that “expectations are just resentments waiting to happen.” That applies equally to this popular concept of “hope,” such as in the saying, “It’s the hope that kills you.” In other words, it’s the expectation for one thing that leaves you so devastated when that one thing does not happen.

So what is “hope” if not just expectation or desire? Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego give us a beautiful example, showcasing hope in all its risk and glory. I don’t know if you caught it, but when Nebuchadnezzar challenges them, saying, “Who is the god that will deliver you out of my hands?” Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego do not respond, “Our God will deliver us.” In fact, they have no assurances for their own personal safety. Their decision is not based on the expectation or desire for a particular result. “If our God whom we serve is able to deliver us…let him deliver us,” they say. Let’s sit for just a minute with that first word “if.” There’s a lot hanging on that “if.” Life and death, to be precise. And that “if” also reveals something about these three men’s faith. Namely, their faith is not in a God of power. If their faith were in a God of power, then surely there would be no “if.” God would have the power to save them, no question. But apparently power is not the priority of their God, and not the priority of their faith.

Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego appear to have put their faith in something different. I have to believe that they’ve put their faith in the God who is Love. And love, we learn, does not control or conquer or win. Love actually suffers and dies. We see this most clearly in Jesus Christ. But we also see in Jesus Christ that even as love dies, it is raised anew. It lives. It endures. As Paul sings, “[Love] endures all things. Love never ends” (1 Cor 13:7-8)

For Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, hope is not the expectation that things will turn out one way or another. That is a feeble hope, a hope “for” something, a hope sure to fail, sure to breed despair and resentment. Their hope is heartier. It is a whatever-the-results hope. Their hope is not “for” an outcome but “in” a Love that never ends.

Throughout history, there is a folk saying that appears in various contexts of resistance, which goes something like this. “They crushed us into the ground. But what they didn’t know is that we are seeds.” Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego did not hope for survival as much as they hoped in God’s love, which endures forever, which never ends. Either way—live or die—they would be seeds.

Scripture: The Real Miracle

In one sense, this hope gives Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego victory, regardless of what happens next. Nebuchadnezzar sees that his empire-building project is destined for failure as long as there are people like Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego. And so…

19  …Nebuchadnezzar was so filled with rage against Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego that his face was distorted. He ordered the furnace heated up seven times more than was customary, 20 and ordered some of the strongest guards in his army to bind Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego and to throw them into the furnace of blazing fire. 21 So the men were bound, still wearing their tunics, their trousers, their hats, and their other garments, and they were thrown into the furnace of blazing fire. 22 Because the king’s command was urgent and the furnace was so overheated, the raging flames killed the men who lifted Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego. 23 But the three men, Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, fell down, bound, into the furnace of blazing fire.

24   Then King Nebuchadnezzar was astonished and rose up quickly. He said to his counselors, “Was it not three men that we threw bound into the fire?” They answered the king, “True, O king.” 25 He replied, “But I see four men unbound, walking in the middle of the fire, and they are not hurt; and the fourth has the appearance of a god.” 26 Nebuchadnezzar then approached the door of the furnace of blazing fire and said, “Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, servants of the Most High God, come out! Come here!” So Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego came out from the fire. 27 And the satraps, the prefects, the governors, and the king’s counselors gathered together and saw that the fire had not had any power over the bodies of those men; the hair of their heads was not singed, their tunics were not harmed, and not even the smell of fire came from them. 

Today’s scripture reads a little bit like a folktale. Just as the story of Jonah contains some exaggerations and artistic license for the sake of making its point, so too today’s story. That’s not to say that today’s story did not really happen, but rather to say that the point of the story is deeper than the events themselves. 

When Nebuchadnezzar sees that “the fire had not had any power over the bodies” of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, he does not simply see a miracle of physics, the inexplicable phenomenon of flammable substances not being engulfed in flame. The real miracle he sees is hope. The real miracle he sees does not happen in the flames but moments before the flame, when Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego declare that whatever happens, they will only serve the God who is Love. That is the true moment when “the fire [does not have] any power” over their bodies. That is the moment when we see what their real hope is. It’s not for personal survival, but in God’s love.

Hope in a Season of Expectation

None of us face a blazing furnace this Advent. Or the immediate compulsion to bow down to some literal statue. But our world is not so far removed from this story. We live in a land of idols, such as Hollywood, Wall Street, the Capitol, each one demanding that we bow down, each one promising happiness in some hoped-for result: fame, money, power. 

When I lived in England, I attended for some time a little Anglican church that had a robust student ministry for the two universities nearby. Each Christmas, I was astounded as families in the church filled the fellowship hall and prepared a Christmas dinner for all the international students who could not go home and for anyone else who did not have family in the area. 

Looking back at that event, I see hope triumphant over the idols of our world. I see folks who chose not to bow down to the pressures and enticements of the world around them. Instead they trusted in God’s love and live accordingly, showing God’s hospitality and generosity to the stranger and the lonely. I don’t share this story to suggest we all need to do what that little church did. I share it, rather, as an invitation to ask this question: what does it look like to hope in a season that is filled with expectation?  

Advent hope is not about getting a particular result. It is about trusting and living in God’s love, whatever the result. The danger of expectation is that it narrows our vision, so that we might actually miss God when God arrives. By making room in their hearts for the stranger and the lonely, the church hosts actually made room in their hearts for Christ. Their hope in God’s love opened their hearts to receive Christ.

Prayer

O God who is our hope,
Whose love endures all things
And never ends—
Inspire us by the story of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego
To relinquish the desire for results
And trust instead in your love
Which is redeeming all things
…
May we all fall to the ground
As seeds of your love.
In Christ, whom we hope to welcome: Amen.