January 9, 2005  Des Moines          

TEXT:  Matthew 3:13-17

 

Prayers of the People

Embracing God, we come searching, perhaps wrestling with our inner voices, listening to gain some clarity, some affirmation of who we are, where our efforts might best be pointed, and the extent to which we and our efforts finally matter.  You come, arms outstretched, drawing us to yourself in blessing, claiming us and defining us as your beloved children with whom you are very pleased.  And we are grateful – grateful for the countless ways you touch us with blessing. 

 

But we don’t delude ourselves.  Your blessing embrace of us – the pleasure you take in us – does not mean we always get it right.  Our choices are, as often as not, driven by selfishness rather than the imitation of Christ.  Our interest, as often as not, is pleasure rather than your purpose for all creation.  We know how to grab and bite back; we know how to hoard and how to bully, and how to deceive and how to ignore.  No, your embrace of us is not because we are perfect – but because you are, gracious God.  And we praise you.  And recognizing that even in our biggest and best moments we have need of your presence, need of your power, we pray for your touch just now.

 

We pray for ourselves.  We pray for this world, wounded in so many ways, and yet so capable of healing and being healed.  May we find in your embrace the courage and grace to stretch our arms, as well, in blessing.  We pray in the name of Christ.  Amen.  

 

Heaven Watching

I’ve just returned from Galilee.  Well, not literally.  To be more specific, I’ve just returned from Abilene, Texas – a very long way, geographically speaking, from the Galilee of New Testament stories, but not so very far metaphorically.  Abilene, for me, is home.  Yes, I’ve lived in other places – in fact, do so now.  Des Moines is where, for the past 12 years, I have set up housekeeping, unpacked my bags and put down roots.  Here is “home” by any functional definition. 

But Abilene, while a place I doubt I’ll ever live again, is the psychological and emotional post to which my balloon is tied.  The stories that formed me as a child are all set there.  The people who embraced me and nudged me and corrected me and nosed me out of the nest are, for the most part, rooted there.  Abilene is the place where I first attempted those ordinary but sustaining things that have eventually become second nature to me – like playing the guitar, creative writing, and working in a church .  Abilene is that literal, but now symbolic place where my folks and my foundations are. 

Like Galilee was for Jesus.  You might remember that it was a home reached as a child by great effort.  According to Matthew, the Holy Family fled Bethlehem, in Judea, after learning that King Herod wanted to kill the child.  First, they hid in Egypt, and then in Israel.  But after learning that it, too, had connections with danger, they finally settled in Galilee, in the town of Nazareth. 

Galilee, then, had been safety for Joseph’s family – the cradling arms of security and nurture.  It was the habitable home where the child could thrive and grow in wisdom and stature and in favor with God and humankind.  Galilee was the geographic and relational house in which Jesus was reared.  It was the bosom into which Jesus and his family had nestled when the winds of threat and fear had blown. 

So why did he leave it?  According to Matthew, “Jesus came from Galilee to John at the Jordan, to be baptized by him.”  Now, to be sure, it wasn’t that great a distance as a mapmaker might count the miles.  But in every other way, the journey was bold and spanned distances only calculated by the soul.  Why did Jesus leave his Galilee?  What had drawn him out of the protective confines of that cocoon that had kept him safe?  According to Jesus’ own report, it had something to do with “righteousness.”

Notice that Jesus didn’t simply leave.  He went someplace specific, to someone specific – as if answering a call.  John was there we learn from the story, and as we recognized again during our Advent reflections, Matthew telegraphs, in every way imaginable (through his description of John’s clothing, his diet, his call to repentance), that John the Baptist is a prophet – one in the vocational lineage of Elijah. 

What we also know is that it is a prophet’s job to point people in a new direction – that is what repentance means, after all – and more specifically in the direction of God’s desire.  Baptism, for John, is a sign of that new direction.  It is “passing through the waters” as in Israel’s passage through the waters out of the Egypt and through the Jordan into the Promised Land.  It is “passing through the waters” as in birth.  It is, to repeat, the ritualized, external sign of one’s turn and emergence in God’s direction. 

In that sense, John’s baptism is a human act.  It represents one’s decision to accept God’s new direction for one’s life.  In John’s baptism, we submit ourselves to God’s intention for us.  John goes on to say, however, that one is coming after him – one who is greater than him – who will baptize not merely with water, but with the Holy Spirit and Fire.  This suggests a more dramatic change.  That one will not simply be external, and reflecting human choice, but total and complete and transformational; from the inside out.  One is coming, John announces, who, to borrow Chrysler’s familiar slogan, “changes everything.”   

Which is to signal, through person and place, that Jesus’ movement is neither casual nor incidental.  Having heard the call of God and wading, now, into the Jordan River through which Israel had crossed before into Promised Land, Jesus, with heaven watching, crosses over into the new life, the new role, the new ministry that God intends for him. 

There is something powerful about the beginning of a new year.  With simply the turn of a calendar page, all that transpired in the days and months preceding pass into that sacred and comfortable realm of memory, where nostalgia transforms even the speculative and experimental into pattern and tradition.  New years are the birth canals through which phrases like, “the way we’ve always done it” pass into our vocabulary and psyche.   Somehow – and it seems almost mystically, magically – all that we experienced and attempted in the year just ended takes up residence in the comfortable environs of our personal and collective Galilees where it is familiar, where it is reassuring, where it is – whatever else it may be – “known,” making it hard to step out of and away from, and leave. 

But in the clearer recesses of our minds we know that we are not always living in the places God needs us to be.  Sometimes, as it apparently was in an immediate sense for Jesus, turning in God’s new direction may literally mean moving to a new location.  But “crossing the Jordan” doesn’t always involve a moving van or good shoes.  Sometimes it means stepping…

·        into a new role

·        or a new insight

·        or a new task

·        or a new position of influence and perspective. 

Sometimes it means not going someplace new, but becoming someone new – rising to a new demand; even accepting a mission somehow new. 

          At least part of the faithfulness incumbent upon this new year is being attentive to those “John the Baptists” in our lives – those strange, surprising, and challenging characters who speak to us God’s beckoning word in ways that beckon us into beyond where we’ve been accustomed to go.  At least part of the discipleship inherent in this year is the sacrifice of certain Galilees that have felt as comfortable and familiar as an old home town to venture out into the wilderness – no doubt at some personal cost – to take steps uncharted into new lands God is preparing. 

As this New Year opens, we don’t yet know what choices and changes and new challenges God may be setting before us – in order to “fulfill all righteousness.”  But if we listen carefully, we will likely hear the gurgling of some River Jordan that separates the given from the promised.  And if we respond faithfully, leaning forward in the confidence that heaven is watching; in the confidence that when, with faith, we take the risk and cross such tides into God’s fresh purpose, we, too, will feel a flutter of Spirit wings, and hear the blessing words of affirmation and affection:  “this is my child, my Beloved, on whom my favor rests.”  And it will make all the difference.

For there, in the light of God’s own smiling, we will have the shining confidence to say, as in the poetry of former U.N. Secretary General Dag Hammarskjold:

“—Night is drawing nigh—“

For all that has been – Thanks!

To all that shall be – Yes! [1]

 

 



[1] Dag Hammarskjold, Markings, translated from the Swedish by Leif Sjoberg and W.H. Auden, (New York:  Alfred A. Knopf, 1977), p. 89.