Monday, January 13, 2025

A Strange Solidarity

 Jesu Juva

St. Luke 3:15-22                                            

January 12, 2025

The Baptism of Our Lord-C      

 Dear saints of our Savior~

        Christmas came to an abrupt end last Tuesday (unofficially).  The two glorious Christmas trees which adorned our chancel came down last Sunday night.  For two days I watched as those two Tannenbaums laid out here on the curb—dead and dry.  That was bad enough.  But then the village came by on Tuesday afternoon and, within minutes, those two trees were pulverized to saw dust.  With that, Christmas concluded.

        It’s over.  It was great while it lasted.  The absence of Christmas is especially noticeable in this room. This place never looks so spacious and empty as it does on this Sunday—after the trees, the wreaths, and the poinsettias have all been removed.

        But . . . right over there . . . that little baptismal font is still there.  It never moved.  It never went away.  It will never be tossed to the curb.  The font of baptism abides.  It doesn’t look like much.  But Christmas would be rather empty without that font.  Christmas without baptism would ring hollow—because baptism takes Christmas and personalizes it.  The Christmas angel proclaimed good news of great joy for all people.  Baptism takes that good news of great joy and applies it to you personally.

        Today we hear how the Savior born in Bethlehem began His saving work.  And it began with His Baptism.  It’s a strange beginning, to be sure.  If Jesus’ baptism by John doesn’t strike you as a little strange, then you need to pay closer attention.  John’s baptism was a baptism of repentance.  Of what did the sinless Son of God need to repent?  John’s baptism was for the forgiveness of sins.  Of what did the sinless Son of God need to be forgiven?  John was the lesser; Jesus was the greater.  Yet here, the greater gets baptized by the lesser.  The sinless One gets treated as a sinner.  The sinless One stands shoulder to shoulder in solidarity with sinners like us.  When all the people were baptized, Jesus was baptized too.  This is strange.

        Baptism itself was something strange and new on that day when Jesus waded into the Jordan River.  It was new and strange to be baptized—to have water applied to you—for the forgiveness of sins.  In the Old Testament, you sacrificed an animal for forgiveness—the animal’s life in exchange for your life.  The animal’s blood was your forgiveness.  But John preached something radically new and different—not blood, but water.  Not a sacrificial death, but a cleansing bath.  Not something done at the temple, but in the river, in the wilderness.

        For Jesus Himself to undergo this “new” baptism was so strange that even John Himself objected to it.  St. Matthew tells us that John initially refused; because he believed that Jesus should be baptizing him—which would make more sense.  The greater should baptize the lesser.  The sinless One should baptize the sinner.  But Jesus said it was necessary—necessary that He be baptized to fulfill all righteousness.

        This is the key to understanding John’s baptism and why Jesus had to undergo it.  It was necessary—necessary that Jesus get wet in a sinner’s baptism—that He be treated like a sinner.  In that water He became one with us.  He declared solidarity with sinners.  He joined us in the filth of our rebellion—took a bath in our filthy, sin-filled bathwater.  He who knew no sin became sin for us.

        Was this Jesus really the Messiah?—the One mightier than John, whose sandals John wasn’t even worthy to untie?  Jesus doesn’t seem to fit with what John had been preaching.  John’s version of the Messiah has Him dishing out a fiery baptism, with a winnowing fork in His hands, ready to burn that worthless chaff with unquenchable fire.  But when the Savior calmly waded into the water, well, this was hardly the pitchfork-wielding, hellfire-and-brimstone judge John had been preaching about.  Did John get it wrong?

        No, but even John couldn’t quite fathom the strangeness of our Lord’s solidarity with sinners.  It is the strangeness of the God who loves us and wants to save us from our sins.  The baptism of Jesus and the cross of Jesus go together.  Before Jesus could judge the living and the dead, He Himself had to be judged on the cross—like a Lamb led to the slaughter.  Before the faithless chaff could be burned with unquenchable fire, Jesus Himself had to endure the full fury and fire of the Law’s condemnation.

        What we see as two separate events, separated by time and space—His baptism and His cross—they are really two sides of the same coin in God’s strange economy.  Jesus Himself liked to refer to His death as a “baptism.”  His saving work begins in the water; it ends—it is finished—on the cross.  His saving work begins with the Spirit descending and the loving voice of the Father from heaven; it ends with the Spirit departing, and the voice of the Father silent.  His work begins where He stands in solidarity with all the sinners—knee-deep in the same tepid pool as prostitutes and tax collectors; His saving work ends as He hangs suspended between two evildoers—promising paradise to the one who receives Him in faith.  His saving work begins with water; and ends with water and blood flowing from His side.  At His baptism, the heavens are opened to Him; at His cross, the heavens are opened to sinners—to us.

        This is all so strange.  This is the strangeness of God who has reached out to embrace you as His own dear child in the waters of Holy Baptism.  None of us would have scripted our salvation in the way that God scripted it.  It’s all so strange, in fact, that you might just be tempted to dismiss it—to disregard it.  You might be tempted to view your own baptism as nothing more than a quaint old rite—a symbolic ritual with no lasting significance—just an occasion for relatives to “ooh” and “ah” over a cute little baby.  Babies are, indeed, cute.  But baptized babies?  They have received the gift of faith.  They have been born again!  In the baptized, God Himself works forgiveness of sins, rescues from death and the devil, and gives eternal salvation.  Whoever believes—and is baptized—shall be saved.

        Don’t dis baptism!  By no means!  Baptism is the strange, yet beautiful, way that the story of your salvation is unfolded.  Don’t discount the strangeness of this good and perfect gift for all nations.  Jesus’ baptism foreshadows your own.  Just as the heavens were opened to Jesus, so were they opened to you in your baptism, when you were justified for Jesus’ sake.  The Holy Spirit descended on Jesus in the form of a dove; and that same Spirit descended upon you in your baptism—making your body His temple, marking you as one redeemed by Christ the crucified.  It was at His baptism that Jesus’ Sonship was first revealed—revealed by the voice of the Father no less.  And it is in your baptism that God calls you by name, and declares you to be His beloved son or daughter—and all this for the sake of Jesus, your Savior.

        At Christmas we heard the good news of great joy that a Savior has been born—that the Word became flesh and dwelt among us.  He still dwells among us.  He still dwells within us.  How do you know?  How can you be sure?  Well, you are baptized.  God the Holy Trinity has exchanged your bad for His good.  In exchange for your sin, God has given you the goodness—the righteousness, innocence, and blessedness—of Jesus, your Savior.  Christmas comes and Christmas goes.  But baptism—your baptism—abides forever.

        In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.  Amen.

Sunday, January 5, 2025

No Longer Two

 Jesu Juva

St. Matthew 19:4-6                                          

January 4, 2025

Wedding Sermon

 

Dear Elizabeth and Nick,

Friends and family,

        Well, we made it.  Here we are:  January 4, 2025—which also happens to be the eleventh day of Christmas.  If you had asked my opinion about a Christmas wedding, I probably would have said something like, “Well, I don’t know.  Have you considered a less hectic time of the year?  A warmer time of the year perhaps?”  Fortunately, you didn’t ask my opinion; and it turns out, Christmas is a great time to get married!

        The Christmas now concluding is, actually, a lot like last year’s Christmas.  In fact, Christmas is almost always the same—lights, decorations, and trees—family, food, and carols—angels, shepherds, and manger—Mary, Joseph, and Jesus.  It’s all so predictable. 

        Yet for all the routine traditions, Christmas exerts a mysterious power over us.  Every year we come through these twelve days, and we are different.  Christmas changes us.  God’s Word has its way with us.  And like the Wisemen, we too depart from Bethlehem by a different way.

        We pass through these dimly lit days and discover we are not alone.  God Himself has joined us in the flesh of Jesus Christ.  And this Jesus brings light to our darkness.  He is Immanuel—God with us.  He comes to save us from our sins.  He is mysteriously God and man—divine and human.  And by the way, this is no downgrade for Jesus.  His incarnation is no demotion.  That’s because He assumes our humanity into His divinity.  Long story short, it’s a huge upgrade for us.  In the manger we see how much God loves us.  And as we each receive that swaddled, mangered love in faith, we are made different.  Christmas changes us.

        Nick and Elizabeth, today you will be changed.  You will leave here different than when you arrived.  In the sight of God and His church, you will be changed and nothing will ever be the same again.  Today the two of you will be joined into an exclusive, holy union of heart and body and mind.  Don’t be deceived by how predictable and traditional this all seems.  People get married all the time, right?—white dress, flowers, cake, dancing.  But in, with, and under all of that—mysteriously—God is at work to change you.  Something altogether new is happening. 

        This mystery is both profound and simple.  Today’s Scripture readings capture the marvel of marriage this way:  A man shall leave his father and his mother and hold fast to his wife, and the two shall become one flesh.  So they are no longer two but one flesh.  What therefore God has joined together, let not man separate.  Today, before God and these witnesses, two become one.  You will be changed; and nothing will ever be the same again.

        This doesn’t mean, Elizabeth, that you will cease to be the uniquely wonderful and talented person you have always been (now kindly caring for the dental health of hundreds).  This doesn’t mean, Nick, that you will cease to be the uniquely wonderful and talented person you have always been (now responding first to danger with calm compassion).  This change from two to one—it’s not a downgrade!  Your union isn’t a demotion; but a huge upgrade for you both.  It allows both of you to experience God’s gifts and grace more fully and completely—to delight in your humanity, and to draw more deeply from our Lord’s divine gifts of forgiveness, life, and salvation.

        Today you two become one, united in Christ as husband and wife.  This change can only happen with the totality of you, holding nothing back, without reservation or hesitation.  You are all in.  The very core of your identity will be changed.  In just a few minutes your answer to the question, “Who am I?” will change:  I am Elizabeth’s husband.  I am Nick’s wife—totally and completely, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part.  To each other you give yourself, and are given to—fully exposed and open to each other, your new life being full to the brim with promise and possibility.  No one on earth can give you such happiness as the other; but neither can anyone give you such pain.

        That pain will be prompted by all that seeks to divide you, and drive you apart, and separate what God is joining together.  Your own sinful natures will always seek to pull you away from God’s promises—urging you to hold back, and withhold, and serve yourself first.  In Matthew 19 the faithless Pharisees asked Jesus about marriage.  Or, more accurately, they asked Him about divorce.  They were looking to explore the legal loopholes, the exceptions and the exclusions, so as to maneuver around God’s will for husbands and wives.  We all do that.  Every husband and every wife must constantly struggle to shed all sinful, self-serving ways—which threaten to fracture the bond that God is creating.

        Jesus lets us in on a breath-taking secret concerning these very nuptials.  It turns out, all is not as it appears.  He says: What therefore God has joined together, let not man separate.  Hidden in that sentence from the Savior is a glorious truth—a truth we dare not overlook.  I am named as the “officiant” of this wedding; in fact, I’ll sign the marriage license; but I’m not the one joining you together.  Nor will it be by the power of your own promises that you will be joined until death parts you.  God is the one who joins you together.  Behind your vows and promises—in, with, and under the prayers and praises we offer this afternoon—there stands Jesus.  The same Jesus born in Bethlehem, who loved us and gave Himself up for us, to save us from all our selfish, self-serving ways.

        Elizabeth and Nick, when the path before you seems painful or difficult or even impossible—trust this Jesus who has joined you together.  The God who created heaven and earth—the God who created male and female—the God who claims you as His very own in Holy Baptism—this God is creating something wonderfully new and marvelous in our midst right now.  Two times in Matthew 19 the disciples of Jesus become overwhelmed and exasperated at Jesus’ teaching:  This is too much!  We can’t do it!  It’s more than we can manage!  And Jesus says: You got that right.  It is too much for you—but not for God.  With God all things are possible (v.26).  So, you two are no longer two—but one flesh—joined together inseparable by God.    

        Elizabeth and Nick, no matter how much you will give and sacrifice for one another in the years ahead, Jesus will give more.  He always gives more than we can imagine or hope for.  Jesus has also sacrificed more.  In fact, our Lord’s words about marriage were spoken as He made His way up to Jerusalem to offer Himself for us—in the stead of every sinner—on Calvary’s cross.  He died for all, so that a world separated by sin might be joined to Jesus in His holy body, the church.  And after that, in the resurrection and the life eternal that sin and death cannot destroy.

        Confident in the forgiveness and love of Jesus, you are about to make some staggeringly bold promises and pledges—looking not for loopholes and exit routes—but without reservation.  You may fear that your love for one another might wear thin at times.  But fear not: for the love of Jesus will never fail.  Accompanying your love through all the ups and downs will be His love. 

        His love for you will be most manifest and obvious right here in this sacred space, where you will gather again and again, as husband and wife to hear His promises and receive His gifts.  Here you will gather, but it will be different going forward.  It won’t be like it has been.  For you will be changed—no longer two, but one flesh—joined together by Jesus. 

        In Him is life to the full.  Within His larger love, your love for one another can grow and deepen through every joy and sorrow shared.  On every Eleventh Day of Christmas going forward, you will be given the opportunity to pause and ponder in your heart the marvel of how God changed everything for you on this day.  He has so much more to give you—more than you can even dream of.  But now, in the beginning days of this New Year, you make a very good beginning as you are married—completely and totally and unreservedly, in Jesus’ name.  Amen.

Sunday, December 29, 2024

Living the Christmas Life

 Jesu Juva

Colossians 3:12-17                                    

December 29, 2024

Christmas 1C              

 Dear saints of our Savior,

        If you were here on Christmas Eve or on Christmas Day, then you experienced something wonderful.  It’s safe to say that when you departed from here, having celebrated the birth of Jesus, there was thankfulness in your heart.  And along with that thankfulness there was peace.  And along with peace there was joy.  And along with joy there was love, which binds everything together in perfect harmony.

        But after you left church, things probably became less harmonious.  You went home and had to face some kitchen calamity, or family conflict, or pets behaving badly. You went from Christmas joy to Christmas chaos.  Your carefully crafted Christmas peace came crashing down faster than you could say “Gloria in Excelsis Deo!”

        Each year’s Christmas celebration is wonderful and meaningful; but it’s impossible to keep those Christmas plates spinning for long.  Even twelve days seems like a stretch.  Eventually, peace and good will go by the wayside.  Somebody’s got to take out the garbage and wash the dishes and go to Costco.

        In today’s epistle reading St. Paul lays out the pattern for living the Christian life—a holy life for holy people.  But for our purposes on this 5th Day of Christmas, let’s consider these words in a Christmas context.  In so doing, we might just find a way to sustain Christmas—a way to keep Christmas going long after the lights and ornaments have been boxed up.

        Put on then, as God’s chosen ones, holy and beloved, compassion, kindness, humility, meekness, and patience.  Some of you were given clothing for Christmas.  The question is:  Will you keep it and wear it?  Well, first you’ll have to put it ontry it on for size.  Does it fit?  Is the color right for you?  Can you make use of this clothing you have been gifted?

        St. Paul reminds us that all who are baptized have been gifted a kind of clothing.  He tells us to “put on” the clothing of compassion, kindness, humility, meekness and patience.  We have to “put on” these things because we lack them by nature.  These must be given to us.  We can only be compassionate by first letting the compassion of Christ fill us, and then spill over from us to the person beside us.  It’s the same with kindness.  Our kindness—if it’s real—is the overflow of the kindness we have received from God in Christ.  We can only be humble, meek, and patient—we can only “put on” these qualities—because Jesus has lived that way before us; and because He lives in us and does His gracious work through us.  These things aren’t automatic; we must intentionally put them on—just like that snazzy new sweater you’re sporting today.

        But a word of warning about this Christmas clothing we “put on” as our daily dress:  It’s one thing to be compassionate and kind to people in general.  It’s one thing to be humble, meek, and patient with store clerks or the Amazon delivery person.  Loving “everybody” is easy—from a distance.  But our Christmas wardrobe is really put to the test when it comes to those with whom we live and work.

        What becomes of our compassion and kindness and love when we must apply these attitudes to the guy who thinks he’s always right, but is always wrong?  To the person who makes every meeting an intolerable agony?  To the person who knows just how to “press our buttons,” and raise our blood pressure, and get under our skin? 

        God uses these people to remind us of how bereft and bankrupt we are when it comes to kindness and patience.  These Christ-like qualities do not grow in our garden; they are never qualities we possess as our own.  They must be constantly given to us by God—and then they must be “put on” by us as our daily dress.

        You also must forgive.  You “must,” Paul writes.  Forgiveness isn’t a mere accessory, like a belt or a scarf or a tie, that you can wear or choose not to wear.  Forgiveness is the crucial article of Christian clothing.  Forgiveness is not optional.  It is the defining feature of the faith we confess.  Christmas is about Jesus, who was born to save His people from their sins.  You can’t continue living the Christmas life without giving to others the same forgiveness that you yourself have received from the Christ child.  The manger and the cross are hewn from the same wood.  But you can do it!  You can forgive—really forgive—because Jesus has forgiven you.  He takes all your sin—all your bad—and in exchange clothes you with His very self. 

        Unlike kindness and forgiveness which are seen and heard, St. Paul also tells the Colossians about a dimension of the Christmas life that is unseen:  Peace.  Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts.  Peace is a relational word.  To have peace with God is to have a relationship with Him based on the forgiveness of sins.  And please note: it’s not just “peace,” but “the peace of Christ.  Like all the other good qualities our Christmas wardrobe lacks, Christ Himself supplies you with this peace through faith. 

        We are to let this peace “rule” in our hearts.  This peace of Christ rules like a referee or umpire.  Because this peace is ruling in our hearts, it means that neither conflict nor crisis can send us spiraling out of control and off the rails. Like Simeon, we know that one day we shall depart this life in peace—trusting that the Christ of Christmas was born for us, lived for us, died for us, and was raised again that we may live together with Him forever.

        The Christmas life lives on in you when the word of Christ dwells in you richly.  Perhaps part of what gives Christmas such a powerful effect over us is how richly the Word of God fills this season—prophecy and fulfillment, Law and Gospel, joy and deliverance.  Is there any section of Scripture known better by more people than the Nativity of our Lord?  Paul tells the Colossians to let this word of Christ dwell in them richly.  Keep Christmas going by the power of the Word. 

        And, by the way, that phrase “word of Christ” doesn’t mean just those words of Scripture spoken by Christ Himself.  No, the “word of Christ” is the Word in which Christ Himself comes to us.  The words of Scripture bear Christ and carry Christ Himself into our hearts.  That’s why this “word of Christ” should dwell in us richly and daily.  Not just at Christmas.  Not just at Easter.

        Because Jesus Christ is present in His Holy Word, we give our hearing of the word our full and reverent attention.  We stand.  We sit.  We bow.  We kneel.  We make the sign of the cross.  And we sing—psalms, hymns, and spiritual songs, with thankfulness.  Where the word of Christ dwells in us richly, there will be singing.  The carols of Christmas are the most wonderful example of this.  But God’s Word strengthens us for singing in every season of the year.  When we Christians sing together we are singing with Mary.  We sing with Simeon and Zechariah.  We sing with angels and archangels and all the company of heaven:  Glory to God in the Highest and on earth peace goodwill toward men.

        As surely as the sun rose this morning—and you woke up and put on your clothing—Christmas continues.  The same Jesus who was mangered for us—the same Jesus whom Simeon held in His arms—this Jesus comes to us in His Word and in His body and blood for the forgiveness of sins.  This is the Christmas life.  Our Lord’s good gifts live on in you.  As you put on this wonderful wardrobe, you look great!  In fact, you look a lot like Jesus.  This means you can face the New Year ahead full of faith and peace and joy. But whatever you do, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through Him.

        In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.  Amen.

Thursday, December 26, 2024

It Came to Pass

 Jesu Juva

St. Luke 2:1-20                                          

December 24, 2024

Christmas Eve

 Dear saints of our Savior,

        It’s more mellifluous.  It’s got gravitas.  It’s the King James translation of the Bible.  To hear this translation on Christmas Eve is like listening to the language of angels. Sure, we could say that the shepherds got scared; but to say that they were “sore afraid” conveys a deeper sense of frightfulness.  And to say that Mary was pregnant sounds so pedestrian.  Isn’t “great with child” a more stately way to express the marvel of Mary’s condition?

        But it’s the first words of the Christmas Gospel that I’d like to focus on for just a few minutes:  And it came to pass.  “It came to pass” certainly sounds auspicious. But what it really means can be expressed in two words:  “It happened.”  “It happened” is so matter-of-fact that most modern translations omit it, regarding it as redundant.  Why bother saying “it happened” when the next several paragraphs will report in great detail exactly what it was that happened?

        But when you stop and consider all the “bad news of great sadness” which fills so many of our days, perhaps we would do well tonight to re-state this redundant, repetitive truth:  It happened—it came to pass. . . .Unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord.

        The story of what “came to pass” is well known and rather simple.  For starters, the government wanted more taxes.  Nothing new there.  Nothing is as certain as death and taxes.  But before taxes could be assessed, people and property had to be counted up in a census.  Thus Caesar Augustus, the most powerful man in the world, was instrumental in bringing about the Savior’s birth in Bethlehem—the ancestral hometown of a poor carpenter named Joseph.

        And while they were there, the days were accomplished that she should be delivered.  Once again the King James Version makes it sound so wonderfully magnificent.  But essentially what happened was that a poor teenage girl had a baby.  That’s what happened, more or less.  It came to pass.  It happens all the time, really.  Even today in Milwaukee a poor, teenage girl will probably have a baby. 

        Just by looking, you would never know that Mary’s baby was the Son of God, let alone a Savior which is Christ the Lord.  In order to know that kind of thing you have to be told.  And if God has a message like that to tell, then surely He should tell those who are well-versed in the things of God—theologians or pastors or other church bureaucrats.  But our God aims the good news of great joy at a distinctly different crowd:  At shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. 

        Not a logical choice, those shepherds.  Not only did they lack the proper seminary training, but most of them had a rather lackluster record as far as church attendance was concerned.  We have rather pious and romantic notions about these shepherds; but the truth is that they were probably into things like drinking and swearing and gambling.  (Which is information we generally don’t share with the first-grade boys when we dress them up at Christmas and say, “Here, be a shepherd.”)  Yet it was to such as these that the Angel of the Lord revealed the wonderful truth about the baby born to the teenage girl in Bethlehem:  He is the Savior, Christ the Lord.

        Perhaps the most important words to make their way into the shepherds’ ears were these:  “Unto you.”  Unto you is born a Savior.  Jesus is the Savior of Shepherds.  And if He is a Savior of Shepherds, then He’s your Savior too.  If God sends His Son for lowly shepherds, then absolutely no one is omitted from His Christmas list.  It happened.  It came to pass.  It came to pass—unto you.

        All of that gets ruined for us when we buy into the notion that this good news is really only for others—that God’s heart of love can’t quite reach the likes of me—with my bad choices . . . and the bridges I’ve burned. . . and the bed I’ve made. Sometimes people mistake that attitude for humility; but it’s not humility.  It’s unbelief—the refusal of God’s love. 

        The other way we refuse God’s love is to believe that we’ve earned it—that we’ve scored pretty high in the religion department.  We will not stand in solidarity with shepherds because, frankly, we’re better than them.  Some people mistake this attitude for pride; but it’s not pride.  It is unbelief—a refusal of God’s love in Christ—an exchanging of God’s gift of righteousness for something of our own making.  And that never ends well.

        The Christmas gospel plainly states that the birth of Jesus came to pass—it happened.  It happened as God Himself scaled the walls of our hell-bound humanity to dwell among us as one of us.  It happened.  And yet we spend most of our days living as if it didn’t happen.  We consign and confine Christmas to one fraction of one day.  We “get our Christmas on;” and then we pack up every trace of peace and good will, and live our days in a maze of anxiety, comforting ourselves with idols of our own making.

        This is now the 29th consecutive Christmas Eve for me to stand in front of a full church and declare what came to pass all those years ago in Bethlehem.  Is there anything more repetitive and redundant than this?  The readings, the carols, the traditions don’t deviate much from year to year.  But all this is because we poor sinners need to hear:  It happened.  It really happened!  It came to pass. 

        God has located His love among us.  God’s forgiving love has sought us and found us.  No one gets left behind, not even lowly shepherds. They said to one another: Let us now go even unto Bethlehem, and see this thing which is come to pass, which the Lord hath made known to us.  And they came with haste, and found Mary and Joseph, and the babe lying in a manger.  The good news proclaimed by angels was believed by shepherds.  God said it; they believed it.  What angels sang, the shepherds took to heart.  They trusted that this birth was for them, the birth of a Savior who is Christ the Lord.  For them and also for you.  That is how much God loves you.  And now you have been told, just like the shepherds were told.  It happened.

        The shepherds made known abroad the saying which was told them concerning this child; but they also eventually went back to their sheep.  They returned to the calling God had given them.  In fact, all the figures of the Christmas account eventually went back to work.  Joseph went back to his carpentry and Mary to caring for her child and home.

        Each of us will soon head back out into a world of death and taxes.  We too will return to the callings God has given us—whether tending sheep or studying or writing sermons.  Speaking of sermons, a lot of them I write this time of year could be summarized with phrases such as, “Be like Joseph.”  Or “Be like Mary.”  Or “Be like the shepherds.”  But the Christmas Gospel really calls you to be simply the person God has called you to be—shepherd or scholar, pastor or parent.  You have a Savior who has saved you from sin and death—who stretched out His arms of love on a Roman tool of torture to embrace the whole world, including you.  So whatever you do, “Do it all in the name of Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through Him” (Col. 3:17).

        And whoever you are and whatever you do—unto you is born a Savior.  What God had promised for centuries—what patriarchs and prophets had longed to see—it happened.  In the fullness of time, it came to pass.  The Word became flesh and dwelt among us.  For us men and for our salvation He came down from heaven and was incarnate by the Holy Spirit of the Virgin Mary and was made man.

        One day you will see the glory of the Lord shining round about you.  But you will not be “sore afraid,” for you have already been told of what Jesus has in store for you—the sure and certain hope of eternal life, together with those you love who have already departed this life in faith.

        On this Christmas Eve remember: it happened.  It came to pass.  And because it came to pass, the diverse days of your life can all be lived out in the same way you live out this holy night:  in faith toward God and in fervent love for one another.  Merry Christmas.

        In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.  Amen.

Too Small to Fail

Jesu Juva

Micah 5:2-5a                                                    

December 22, 2024

Advent 4C                                               

 Dear saints of our Savior~

        Have you been to Manhattan before?  No, not the Manhattan with Times Square and Central Park and Broadway.  I’m talking about Manhattan, Kansas—the Manhattan famous for the Kansas State Wildcats and Tuttle Creek Reservoir and . . . Interstate 70.  Manhattan, Kansas isn’t part of the Big Apple; it’s the “Little Apple” of the Midwest—the small town cousin of the slightly better known borough back east.       

        Small towns are great.  And the celebration of Christmas always includes what may just be the most famous small town in human history.  Bethlehem wasn’t always famous.  It had some notoriety because King David had been born there.  And long before that, Jacob’s wife, Rachel, had been buried at Bethlehem. 

        Bethlehem was little at the time of Jesus’ birth.  Perhaps 600 people lived there. To make things even more complicated, however, was the fact that there was more than one Bethlehem.  A bigger Bethlehem—a better-known Bethlehem—was located up north in Galilee.  (Bethlehem had the same problem as Manhattan, Kansas.)  Every proud citizen of Bethlehem would always need to specify that he or she was from Bethlehem Ephrathah, or Bethlehem in Judah. 

        But as small and insignificant as it was, Bethlehem had one big thing going for it—a promise from God that the Messiah would be born there.  Seven hundred years before the calendar flipped from BC to AD, the Prophet Micah proclaimed this prophecy:  But you, O Bethlehem Ephrathah, who are too little to be among the clans of Judah, from you shall come forth for me one who is to be ruler in Israel, whose origin is from of fold, from ancient days. . . He shall be great . . . And he shall be their peace.  There you have it.  Bethlehem was just a little town with a big, big promise.

        The prophet called Bethlehem “little—too little.”  But that Hebrew word “little” referred to more than just population.  “Little” also meant “insignificant.”  This word was also used to describe the youngest, last-born sibling in a family.  And in a culture where being first-born was a really big deal, being the last-born of the litter meant that you were kind of insignificant—least important in the whole family (just ask King David).  Bethlehem was too little, too small, too insignificant to matter.  All Bethlehem had going for it was a dusty, rusty, nearly-forgotten promise from God.

        But Bethlehem—backwater, backwoods Bethlehem—was the very spot where our Savior made His grand entry.  “Small” and “insignificant” is our Savior’s modus operandi.  He’s the Savior that’s too tiny to fail.  “Little” is what Jesus does best. He does big things in small ways. The question is:  Can you handle a Savior so small?

        In today’s Holy Gospel all the action revolves around Jesus—even though Jesus is just an invisible, imperceptible speck of humanity in the womb of His virgin mother.  Christmas is about the God who flies under the radar—who specializes in obscurity and humility—who first makes a splash not in Rome, not in Jerusalem, but camouflaged by cattle and surrounded by smelly shepherds.  O sure, He’s God of God.  He’s Light of Light.  He fills the whole universe with His regal, royal magnificence.  He’s a Deity; but He’s a diapered Deity!  He’s the Messiah; but He’s a mangered Messiah.  He’s the Christ; but He’s the Columbo of Christs.

        You remember Columbo, don’t you?  Police detective played by Peter Falk?  Unlike most cops, Colombo’s involved in no car chases, no shoot outs.  He’s certainly no Sherlock.  He’s not even dusting for fingerprints or waiting on lab results.  Lieutenant Columbo just shows up chomping on a cigar, wearing a rumpled trench coat.  He’s no threat.  He’s just so ordinary—a nobody.  He just casually chats up the killer.  He’s not intimidating, just annoying.  He projects an aura of weakness—a forgetful, forgettable, unremarkable quality—which causes all the bad guys to let their guard down—to seriously underestimate Columbo—who always overcomes evil with good.

        Can you handle a Savior like that?  Jesus simply shows up as an infant nursing at His mother’s breast.  The whole world lets its guard down at that scene.  Jesus doesn’t interrogate you.  He doesn’t care about your alibis.  He’s not collecting evidence on you. He doesn’t lock you up; but gives you complete and total freedom.  Your finances, your job, your marriage, even your church attendance.  Jesus doesn’t micro-manage any of that—doesn’t dictate or orchestrate your daily to-do list.  He just fills your life with blessings and forgiveness, and a plan and a promise, saying, “only believe.  Trust Me.”

        To the world our Savior’s smallness can be mistaken for weakness.  Sometimes we make the same mistake.  Our Savior’s utter humility tempts us to think that we can stray from His ways without consequences, while carefully covering our crimes.  Jesus is just so hidden that we think we can take the freedom He gives, and use that freedom as a license for idolatry or adultery or greed or selfishness.  Our little Savior invites us to live large in His amazing grace; but we spend all our energies majoring in the minutiae of anxiety and pettiness, rage and revenge.

        One thing is for certain:  We need a Savior.  But a super-sized, superman Savior simply won’t do.  We need a Savior who comes to us—as one of us.  God with us, we say, on this Sunday before Christmas.  We need a Savior too small to fail. 

        How low can He go?  To what depths will He sink and shrink to save us and to reveal the wonders of His love?  We need a servant-sized Savior who can bend down low to wash the stinky feet of sinners, who soaks up our sin in a sinner’s baptism.  Who makes Himself nothing.  Who humbles Himself.  Who becomes obedient to the point of death—even death on a cross.  That cross looks to all the world like weakness.  But we know otherwise.  We see the cross; and we behold the wonder of His redeeming love.

        The message of the cross is love.  And, yes, it is greatness—greatness packaged in weakness and meekness.  The prophet Micah was able to see past the rural poverty of Bethlehem Ephratha to the greatness of the Ruler who would be born there.  “He shall be great,” said Micah.  And, he adds concerning the Babe of Bethlehem:  He shall be their peace.  You and I know that peace.  It passes understanding, but we know its source is the cross.  Our redemption from sin and death was finished there.  And our Lord’s resurrection which followed on the Third Day means eternal peace for us.  It is the peace of knowing that we too are destined for the greatness of resurrection life.

        Can you handle a God who operates in such obscurity?  He proclaims His victory through the voices of unremarkable preachers.  He makes you wise through words printed on the pages of your Bible.  He gives you a new birth in the splash of baptism—and supplies full forgiveness in the Holy Supper of His body and blood (where the serving size is small; but the blessings are too big to measure). 

        Beginning with His birth, our Savior’s ways seem unimpressive, unimposing and unpretentious.  But that’s just His way.  He knows your sin, but still—still!—He comes to love you and save you.  On this Fourth Sunday of Advent we learn that God’s way is never the easy way or the predictable way or the popular way.  His way is the Bethlehem way.

        In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.  Amen.