Thursday, January 27, 2022

Sermon from Epiphany 3 C, January 23, 2022

 


EPIPHANY 3 C

JANUARY 23, 2022

LUKE 4:14-21

“THE REVOLUTIONARY GOSPEL”

 

14Then Jesus, filled with the power of the Spirit, returned to Galilee, and a report about him spread through all the surrounding country. 15He began to teach in their synagogues and was praised by everyone. 16When he came to Nazareth, where he had been brought up, he went to the synagogue on the sabbath day, as was his custom. He stood up to read, 17and the scroll of the prophet Isaiah was given to him. He unrolled the scroll and found the place where it was written: 18“The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he has anointed me to bring good news to the poor. He has sent me to proclaim release to the captives and recovery of sight to the blind, to let the oppressed go free, 19to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor.” 20And he rolled up the scroll, gave it back to the attendant, and sat down. The eyes of all in the synagogue were fixed on him. 21Then he began to say to them, “Today this scripture has been fulfilled in your hearing.”

 

John Lennon penned these words, “You say you want a revolution, well, you know, we all want to change the world.” Yes, but, not everyone agrees on how it should be changed.

 

The Gospel lection for today begins with these words, “Filled with the power of the Holy Spirit...,” which Jesus received on the day of his baptism (Luke 3:21-22), Jesus began his ministry in Galilee. That is where we begin today. Jesus has emerged from his baptism consumed by the power of the Holy Spirit. Emboldened by the power of the Holy Spirit. Everybody in the towns and villages around the Jordan River started talking about his preaching. Communities invited him to teach in their synagogues. He was in demand because his preaching was powerful and new. Unlike any they had heard. It seemed empowered from beyond.

 

The Gospel writer Luke makes a big deal of the Holy Spirit, both in the Gospel and in the Book of Acts. In fact, in the Acts of the Apostles, the official name of the book in the Bible would be better entitled, the Acts of the Holy Spirit. In Acts it is the Holy Spirit that is the primary actor, moving the early community of believers outward from Jerusalem to the ends of the earth (Acts 1:8).

 

It was THAT Holy Spirit that had inhabited the whole being of Jesus and it was pushing him forward into the world. The Spirit of the Lord was upon him, and he went out preaching in a world that might not ultimately welcome the good news he was preaching or even see it as good news. There were many people who responded positively to his message. Luke says that the people praised his preaching. They thought well of him. He seemed to be the small-town boy making it big. Of course, we know, because we know the whole story, that as time passed and the message of the Holy Spirit infused Jesus began to sink in not everyone was impressed.

 

Where we find ourselves in Luke today is for Luke the launch of Jesus’ ministry in Galilee. Jesus had come home to Nazareth where he was graciously invited to offer an interpretation of the scripture reading for the day. Jesus was enjoying a growing celebrity in the surrounding communities, so it seemed proper to invite him to his home synagogue to bless them with a bit of his Spirit-infused wisdom.

 

Luke tells us that Jesus was handed the Isaiah scroll, from which he read a word from Isaiah 61 about the ministry of the Spirit, which served to anoint a preacher who would bring good news to the poor. One is sure that Jesus read the text faithfully as he spoke the words of Isaiah detailing the nature of this good news.

 

Captives would be released.

 

The blind would receive their sight.

 

The oppressed would go free.

 

The year of Jubilee would be proclaimed.

 

Surely, the congregation at the synagogue knew these words. They were words of hope for a nation of Israel that had for centuries been overrun, enslaved, exiled and diminished. Isaiah’s Spirit-inspired message is one of justice and mercy, of righteousness and freedom, and no doubt it was solace for the weary Hebrew soul.

 

When Jesus finished reading the passage he sat down, and with every eye in the congregation focused on him, they awaited his wisdom on this passage. What would the famous teacher have to say? What fresh understanding would he bring?

 

“Today this scripture has been fulfilled in your hearing.”

 

In other words: I’m the one Isaiah spoke of. By the power of the Holy Spirit I am going to do these very things. You say you want a revolution? It starts today, with me.

 

We all want to change the world, but we don’t all agree on how it should be changed, or what it should look like after the changes. For Jesus, the blueprint for revolution was this passage from Isaiah 61. It was controversial and revolutionary from the start, from the moment he sat down and told his hometown powerbrokers that he was the one, powered by the Holy Spirit, that was ushering in a change. The world was about to turn upside down, and inside out.

 

Each year on Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. day our Facebook feeds, our Twitter timelines are filled with quotes. Each one of them important and inspirational. Dr. King reminds us that we are called to something bigger and more important than our own selfish desires. He calls us to a blessed community where all are valued. He was not always so beloved, as you may recall. In the 1960’s his was a message that was roundly rejected and so was he. Dr. King was not only a controversial figure, he was loathed. The FBI investigated him actively. He was the subject of violence and threats daily, and his family as well. Even his clergy colleagues urged him to tone down his rhetoric. In Birmingham, AL the clergy colleagues wrote a letter published in local papers asking him not to engage in public demonstrations for the poor, the incarcerated and the oppressed in their town. Dr. King, infused by the power of the Holy Spirit kept working for what he believed Isaiah and Jesus called him to do. Then, one day, he was murdered from afar.

 

Revolutions that unseat power can extract a price; I suppose. Jesus surely was not oblivious to that when he stood to read the scroll from Isaiah, nor when he sat down to proclaim its fulfillment in the hearing of his hometown neighbors; the people he had known and who had known him all his life. The audacity of the carpenter’s son. Who does he think he is?

 

Ah, we love Jesus. 2000 years since his passing we who are Christian proclaim our love for him, but his words of revolution and transformation and systemic change are often ignored by a church that is comfortable and entrenched. His words that so offended the people of his hometown and of his own faith that they openly plotted his demise often barely intersect our lives.

 

Where is the power of the Holy Spirit now? How do we find the revolutionary Jesus in sermons whose transient truths are as fickle as the Kentucky weather?

 

Once upon a time, long ago, a person said to me after worship that they would have preferred I preach less social justice and more gospel, more good news. OK. I heard you. But I respectfully disagree with your premise and your conclusion. Look how Luke introduces the ministry of Jesus here. “God has anointed me to bring good news to the poor. He has sent me to proclaim release to the captives and recovery of sight to the blind, to let the oppressed go free, to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor.”

 

Here is how I read this. If the Good News we proclaim as a church, if the Gospel we are preaching isn’t good news to the poor, isn’t good news to the captives, isn’t good news to those who are blinded, isn’t good news about freedom for those who we have systematically oppressed, isn’t good news about the Kingdom of God on earth as it already is in heaven, then it isn’t the Good News that the Holy Spirit inspired in Jesus.

 

Is that radical? Is that revolutionary? Yes. If it wasn’t then the Jewish religious authorities and the Roman oppressors wouldn’t have paid him any attention. People wouldn’t have given up everything they own to follow him. And the world would have just kept on going as it was. Without hope. Without a promise. Without a savior. Without the revolutionary Jesus.

 

Jesus, standing with the scroll of Isaiah in his hand in the synagogue where he grew up and was on the cradle roll, where attended Hebrew school; looked at the people who had known him since birth and dreamed of a world infused by the Holy Spirit, where the oppressed were set free, where the blind recovered their sight, where the poor received good news and where the Kingdom of God broke into Galilee like it already was in heaven.

 

Today, he told them, I am going to make good on this passage. And he did. All his days from that day forward were spent doing just what he said he would do. Just about every moment of his every day forward was spent working on good news to the poor, recovery of sight for the blind, setting the oppressed free and proclaiming God’s Kingdom come to earth.

 

I have to ask myself when I prepare a sermon every week. Every week. How can I be faithful to the text, to the Good News? If you take it lightly it doesn’t really amount to much. If you take it seriously, well, then you must call yourself as the preacher and the church as your hearers to account. Jesus has told us what the Good News is. May the same Holy Spirit that emboldened and empowered Jesus infiltrate this community until there is Good News for all. Amen.

Tuesday, January 4, 2022

My Uncle David

 1 3 2022


My Uncle David died tonight. My heart is broken. He was my Mom's younger brother. 82 years old.


When I was just five, he asked me if I wanted to ride in an airplane. At the time he was a CFI, Certified Flight Instructor with Spartan Aviation in Tulsa. It thrilled me, this idea of flying. It quickly turned to dread as he fired the engine and we began to taxi. But, it was a harbinger of things to come for me. In 1996 when I had put a little money together I began to realize my dream of flying. It was because of Uncle David I loved airplanes.


When I was a child I began to draw WWII era fighter planes and I became fairly proficient at it. It was Uncle David that gave me a love for these high performance planes. On the wall of his house there were two paintings of Spitfires. They inspired me.


As a small child I used to love to ride in the car with Uncle David. He had an Austin Healy, then a 1967 GTO. When I was in grad school he had a 1979 Corvette. Yes, I drive a sports car today. Yes, it was his influence on me that caused me to love a sports car.


When I graduated with my Masters Degree from TCU, Uncle David took me to Nieman Marcus and bought me a $400 overcoat, in 1984 dollars. He believed I would need that overcoat and that I would need to look professional, and he was proud of me. I did need that overcoat in the Kentucky winters. I did need to look professional, and though that coat no longer fits me (it's a size 36) I still have it to this day. The gift itself matters to me. It means something to me that he did that. I will possess that coat until the day I am called to the life beyond. 


I am crushed tonight. He was my light. He was my example. Now he rests eternally with his mother and father and his sister, my beloved Mom. There is only slight consolation in this. COVID destroyed his ability to breathe, to live, to hope at all. Through many dangers, toils and snares he had already come, but this one was too much. My heart is crushed.


There is so much more I could write and say about Uncle David. He meant the world to me. That's all that really matters.


Peace and Love,

Jerry