Advent 3C
December 13, 2015
Luke 3:7-18; Philippians 4:4-7
Grace to you and peace from the one
who is and who was and who is to come. Amen.
Friends,
I’ll be honest with you: I am tired. I don’t mean the tired that comes from
being a new parent, or from being a pastor during Advent, or from it being only
two weeks away from Christmas. I mean my heart is tired. I am tired from too
many shootings, from feeling that no one is safe anywhere – not at the movies, or at school, or
at the mall, or at a holiday work party, or even at church – and the
unwillingness of our lawmakers to listen to the pleas of the majority of
Americans about improving gun control laws. I am tired from the lack of
compassion for people in need, people who are fleeing unspeakable violence and
seeking refuge, but finding a closed door. And I am so, so tired from so much
hateful speech driven by stereotypes and fear, rather than heartfelt love of
neighbor, and of the labeling of whole groups of people and rejection of all
because of the acts of a few. And this is not to mention the daily stuff;
surgeries, testing, loss, and all the usual things of human existence, seem to
be in abundance all around me. I am tired.
As
a result, I am not feeling very Christmas-y. I’m not really feeling into the
fact that this third Sunday in Advent is typically “Rejoice” Sunday.
Historically, it was meant to be a little respite from all the waiting and
repentance of Advent, a little glimpse of the joy to come in a couple weeks.
But this year, I’m just not feeling much like rejoicing. I hear the words of
Zephaniah and all I can hear are unfulfilled promises. I hear Isaiah’s claim
that God will save us and so we need not be afraid, and I wonder, “Well what
about those people who went about their daily lives only to be victims in yet
another shooting?” I hear Paul’s plea – from prison, no less – to rejoice
always, and again to rejoice, and think, “Uhh, I don’t have the energy to
rejoice today, Paul. Maybe later.”
Ordinarily
I love those three texts, and would have been happy to preach on them, and
avoid this strange text from Luke wherein John the Baptist begins his preaching
with, “You brood of vipers!” and ends with, “He proclaimed the good news to the
people,” as if unquenchable fire were some sort of good news. Normally, I would
wonder, “Why in the world is this the Gospel reading on ‘Rejoice’ Sunday?!” But
this year, I find myself drawn to John, and his unwillingness to mince words.
John is saying it like it is, and he has given me the courage not only to let
myself feel what I need to feel, but also to stand up here and tell you about
it.
But
even more than John’s words, I am drawn to this question from the crowd,
following John’s unrelating speech about the need to repent, to change our
ways, to turn toward God: “What then should we do?” I’m drawn to it because
this has been my question the past few weeks, as I watch violence, hate and
fear fill my newsfeed. Another shooting, another slander, another stereotype:
“What then should we do?”
I’ve seen several
references lately to a very poignant quote from Martin Niemöller, who was a
prominent Protestant pastor and outspoken adversary of Adolph Hitler and the
Nazi Regime. He spent seven years in concentration camps for his outspokenness.
He writes, “First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out –
because I was not a Socialist. Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I
did not speak out – because I was not a Trade Unionist. Then they came for the
Jews, and I did not speak out – because I was not a Jew. Then they came for me
– and there was no one left to speak for me.” The quote so simply captures how
complicity eventually leads to loneliness. Along a similar vein, a wonderful
quote from Lutheran pastor Dietrich Bonhoeffer from the same era, “Silence in
the face of evil is itself evil: God will not hold us guiltless. Not to speak
is to speak. Not
to act is to act.” Powerful and convicting words about the
harmful potential of saying and doing nothing.
But what, then, should we
do? What should we do when our hearts are heavy from reading about more tragedy
in the news? What should we do when someone in need comes to our literal or
proverbial door in search of help or safety? What should we do when people
speak bigoted, hateful words about children of God, about our neighbors,
whether those neighbors are Christian or not?
Ah, but here is the rub. In
John’s sermon, he is not talking to the victims or the bystanders. He is
talking to the perpetrators. But, I think he is still talking to us. So let’s
change the question a bit: What should we do when we discover we are the one
with a racist attitude? What should we do when we find ourselves afraid or
unwilling to speak out about something important? What should we do when,
instead of listening and learning about someone or something that is different
from us, we decide that we know enough and suppose our assumptions are correct,
without giving the “other” a chance to share their story? What should we do
when, in the face of another tragedy, we just shut the blinds and the turn the
other way and pretend everything is fine, and let someone else deal with that
problem?
I don’t know about you, but
I am guilty of all these things. I am the chaff John is talking about. I am
convicted once again by Bonhoeffer’s words: “Not to speak is to speak. Not to
act is to act.” What then should we do?
John’s advice to the crowd
is practical. He acknowledges each group’s particular vocation and place in
life, and instructs on how they can love and serve within that vocation. In
short, “Do what you are good at, do what God called you to do, but do it better,
more honestly, and as a service to others.” Be generous and kind. Be honest. Be
loving. Work hard. Use whatever gifts and tools are available to you to make
the world better, and that is how you can prepare for the coming of the Lord.
So what then, should we do?
What would John the Baptist be saying to you in this time and this place, in
this particular moment in history with its particular problems, struggles and
brokenness? What then should we do,
today, right now?
This is the
question I have grappled with for weeks, in particular around gun violence and,
more recently, hatred and fear toward Muslims. With the Spirit’s help, I
realized that I don’t know how to help because I simply don’t know enough about
gun laws, or about Islam. Of course I recognized this in the context of the
Advent season, in which we anticipate and hope for the coming of God in our
midst as a human baby. Christmas is a season in which we marvel that God would
so badly want a closer relationship with us, that God would become one of us,
crossing the boundary between human and divine to really know and experience
our lot. Advent is a season in which we prepare ourselves for that closeness of
relationship, for God’s entry into our reality.
John tells us how: repent. But God
gives us the power to do it. By the power I find in the hope of Christ, I sent
an email this week to the Imam at the Islamic Center of Rochester. In the email
I said I want to build relationships, and to educate myself. I asked if there
was someone from his community who would be willing to sit down with me and let
me listen while they simply tell me about what it is like to be a Muslim in
America right now, about what is beautiful and life-giving about their faith. I
haven’t heard back yet, but I’m as excited as I am anxious to see how this
turns out. But in my prayer this week, this was how John the Baptist answered
my question, “And I, what should I do?” As a faith leader in this time and
place, and one who enjoys meeting new people, and one who is concerned about
what is happening in this country and this world, this is what the Spirit
compelled me to do. And what about you? What should you do?
I started
this sermon by saying that I’m not feeling up to rejoicing, and that normally I
shy away from this strange text from Luke in which he calls the threat of
unquenchable fire “the good news.” But you know, I think this is good news, and
cause for rejoicing. Because the gospel is about how God changes the world,
about how God brings salvation to every nook of cranny of the universe, and
about how God participates in our reality and has a relationship with us, so
that we might also participate in and be a part of that salvation that God
brings. And in this time of history, and during Advent, God compels us toward
self-reflection, repentance, and finally toward active love for the world that
is fueled by the promise of that salvation. I think that’s pretty good news
after all. And so, let us rejoice. Again I say, rejoice!
Let us pray… Saving God, when our hearts are heavy with the fear and hatred of the
world, grant us the humility for self-reflection, and the strength and the
courage to speak up against that hatred, so that we might participate in the
salvation you bring. And may the peace of God which surpasses all understanding
keep our hearts and minds in Christ Jesus. In the name of the Father and the
Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen.
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