Friday, December 26, 2014

Happy Saint Stephen's Day!

Happy Second Day of Christmas!

Happy Boxing Day!

Happy Saint Stephen's Day!

Saint Stephen, a layperson, was the first believer in Jesus Christ as God, Savior, and Lord to be killed for his faith. 
The believer in Christ is a new creation (2 Corinthians 5:17). Christ undertakes the process of replicating Himself uniquely in each believer, which is why Saint Paul, submitting to the death of his old self, could write elsewhere, "It is no longer I who live, but Christ in me." 
In Stephen's brave and faithful martyrdom, you can see how Christ lived in him and the confidence in God he had as a result, even as he drew his last violence-plagued breaths. He was even able to forgive his murderers.

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

The Christmas Shepherds

[This was the Christmas Eve message at this evening's second service of Living Water Lutheran Church in Springboro, Ohio.]

Luke 2:1-20
I want to talk with you tonight about the shepherds. 

As you know, the story of Jesus’ birth is only told in two of the four New Testament Gospels, Matthew and Luke. Matthew doesn’t even mention the shepherds. But in Luke’s telling of the story of the first Christmas, the shepherds play an important part. 

Why? And what has that got to do with you and me this evening?

The mystery of those questions increases when you learn more about shepherds. In first-century Judea, where Jesus was born, shepherds didn’t have very positive reputations. In a society that viewed wealth as a sign of God's favor, shepherds were poor. They were loners accustomed to spending their lives in fields where they made their homes, unafraid of the terrors of the night that might be brought unannounced by bandits or wild animals. Shepherds were tough. And like Moses, who lived and died about 1500 years before Jesus was born, many who became shepherds often were running from the law. 

When I think of the shepherds Luke talks about in the Christmas story, I think of men like the cowboys of the American West. The shepherds might have been the kind of people you wanted at your back when you got into a scrape. But they were so independent and untethered that if you had to spend any time with them, you’d want to sleep with one eye open and keep a hand close to a weapon.

It was to these kinds of people—tough, grizzled, impoverished, fearless loners—hated by society and often themselves contemptuous of society, that heaven chose to make the first announcement of the birth the Savior, the Messiah, the Lord of the world. 

Luke tells us about the shepherds’ role in the events of the first Christmas in just two scenes. I only want to talk about the first of those scenes. It’s found in verses 8 and 9: “And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified.”

The shepherds were terrified! 

These guys accustomed to fending off thieves and killers and wild animals in the dead of night were terrified. For us, this is like imagining Liam Neeson or Joey Bosa being terrified. 

Of what? Of one angel? Maybe.

But here’s where I think their terror came from: “the glory of the Lord shone around them.” To us, that phrase--"the glory of the Lord"--may not mean much. We have so domesticated God, turned God into such a buddy, that we seem to have lost any sense of how supreme, how infinite, how great, how powerful, how perfect God is. 

If the prospect of coming face-to-face with God doesn't terrify us just a bit, our understanding of God is impoverished. It is incomplete. Believe me, if we’re in our right minds, there couldn’t possibly be enough Xanax, Zoloft, or Prozac in the universe to fend off the anxiety you and I should feel about coming into the presence of God’s glory!

Although I yearn for the day when I see my Lord face-to-face, I know that I will also blush and shudder and shake and try to hide behind other people when I do. 

God is sinless; I'm not. 

God is supremely powerful; I’m weak and mortal. 

God loves perfectly; I love imperfectly. 

God forgives; more often than I want anybody to know, I keep score.

If it weren't for the Christ Child Who brings forgiveness to all who repent and believe in Him, the very thought of being in the presence of God's glory would leave me in a perpetual state of terror. What right does a sinner like me, or like those shepherds, or maybe like you, have but to expect the just judgment and condemnation of God over our lives? None. In truth, the Bible teaches that you and I have no rights and we certainly have no right to stand upright in the presence of God!

When those unsavory shepherds were surrounded by the glory of God, they were confronted vividly, powerfully, and unmistakably with the fundamental reality of human life: God is God and we are not. And in the same moment, the shepherds, in the brilliant light of God’s glory would have also seen the truth about their own sin and their need to be saved.

I hope that on this Christmas Eve, as we light the candles, the glory of God will fill our hearts and minds and wills so we can see that we cannot force our way into eternity. We can’t be strong enough, good enough, smart enough, tough enough, or accomplished enough to gain peace with God or peace with ourselves. We need a Savior.

Our Gospel lesson tells us that while the shepherds were transfixed in terror, more happened. The “angel said to them, ‘Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.’”

Jesus had come, the angel told the shepherds. He was the Savior of the world, the Messiah, meaning God’s Anointed One or, as we say it based on the Greek of the New Testament, the Christ, and the Lord, meaning He is the King of everything. Yet they would find Him, the angel said, not in a palace, attended by servants, but barely clothed on a cold Judean night, lying in an animal’s feeding trough. 

In Jesus, God laid aside the privileges of His deity. He left the pleasures of heaven. He submitted to the difficulties of this life. He absorbed within Himself the brutal realities of human death and sorrow. And He let go of all—privilege, pleasure, power, comfort—in order to grab hold of, to restore, to make new, to enliven something infinitely more important to Him than any of those things. He came to die on a cross and rise from a tomb in order to destroy the power of sin, death, and futility over the lives of those who turn from sin and trust in Him for forgiveness, life, and purpose for living.

The angel called his message good news, euangelion in the original Greek in which the New Testament was written. Another word that translates euangelion, from the Old English, is Gospel. That night, the angel had good news for the shepherds: 

They weren’t alone; God had come to them. 

They didn’t need to be utterly ostracized; God was willing to forgive and befriend them. 

They need not live in futility or die in despair; God had come to give abundant life to all who would surrender to the Lord in the manger. 

They didn’t have to be afraid; the God of infinite perfection, power, and holiness didn’t want to condemn them to a life or an eternity without Him.

Is it any wonder that after the shepherds heard the angel’s message and then watched an army of heavenly beings sing God’s praises. that they quickly sped to Bethlehem to find the baby?

And tonight, the angel’s good news is good news for you as well. 

You too can come to the Savior, Messiah, and Lord Who has come to grasp hold of you. 

And every time He reaches out to you, whether in His Word, in worship, in the Body and Blood in, with, and under the bread and the wine of Holy Communion, in the fellowship of believers, in the physical needs of a neighbor, and in the need of our spiritually disconnected friends to know Jesus, you can once more let Jesus grab hold of you and help you, and bring you into the very arms of God.

One of the enduring memories of my childhood happened on a cold winter night when I was about seven or eight. 

My Dad and I watched Ohio State basketball together a lot when I was growing up. If the games were being played in the Central Time Zone on a school night, though, I couldn’t watch. I was supposed to go to bed at the same as my sisters, often before the away games even got started. 

On this particular night, late in a Big Ten championship run by the Buckeyes, I was sent to bed at the usual time. But about a half-hour later, I saw my Dad open the door of my room and ask quietly, “Mark, are you still awake?” “Yeah,” I said. “Well, come on to the living room. The game’s about to start.”

I have to tell you that, though he could be tender, I was intimidated by my Dad when I was growing up. He could be stern, a bit of a task master. I didn't like crossing him.

On this night, when I got to the front room, I found that my Dad had popped some popcorn and laid out some Coca Cola that he had iced down in the snow on the banister of our front porch. 

I sat down beside my father, his arm wrapped tightly around me as we watched the game. I’m sure that my Mom was somewhere in the room with us at the time, but I have no memory of her being there. And I don’t remember who the Buckeyes were playing or how the game turned out. 

But the thing I do remember vividly is sitting on the couch and looking down to notice my father’s hands holding me with strength and love. I lived in the purest pleasure of just being with my Dad. And I wasn’t afraid. In that moment, I knew that I was loved and that the only way I could be separated from my father’s love was if I walked away from him.

Christmas presents us with the good news that our heavenly Father has opened the door between heaven and earth. He bids us never walk away from Him, but let Him hold us and love us today and in eternity. He asks us to be with Him. And He promises that if we will let Him and we have the guts to turn from sin and turn to Him as our only God and King, He will be not just God and King to us, but also our Savior and our Friend

Let the God we know in Jesus be those things for you, not just at Christmas, but every day. If these very blessings could come to people like the shepherds, they can also come to you and me.

Merry Christmas, everybody. Amen

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Love This

"It does not take much to make us realize what fools we are, but the little it takes is long in coming." (Flannery O'Connor)

Relax...Christmas is Coming, Whether We're Ready or Not

Good words from David Wendel on this Tuesday in the Fourth Week of Advent, two days before Christmas.

In Advent, we remember that Christ is coming again. Outward preparation will neither hinder or hasten Christ's return. That's in the hands of God alone. So, whether in relation to the coming of Christmas or of Christ Himself, relax. Repent. Be renewed by God's only begotten Son, Jesus the Christ.

But the angel said to him, “Do not be afraid, Zechariah, for your prayer is heard, and your wife Elizabeth will bear you a son, and you shall call his name John...and he will go before him in the spirit and power of Elijah, to turn the hearts of the fathers to the children, and the disobedient to the wisdom of the just, to make ready for the Lord a people prepared.” –Luke 1:5-25

As we are now at the day before the day before Christmas, we hear the story of a birth. The birth, however, is that of John, the forerunner of Jesus—as well as his cousin. How could Jesus be born before John? We have to hear of the birth of John to Elizabeth and Zechariah to understand that John was all about preparing the way, making ready for the Lord a people prepared.

And many in John’s day did return to the Lord God, and many hearts were turned through the ministry of John. Many were prepared for the coming of the Lord. And are we prepared? Have our hearts been turned during this season of Advent? Has this time been one of repentance and renewal for you and me?

We have probably each had joys and sorrows during Advent. We have surely had ups and downs. Most of us will have done better and worse at repentance, renewal and preparation. Still, our Lord comes. Christmas comes, whether you and I are ready or not. This is the good news—that the coming of Christ does not depend on us and our preparation and readiness. We can remove hindrances and barriers, but He comes nevertheless.

As a parish pastor, I actually welcomed arriving at the day before the day before Christmas. It meant I’d done all I could do, and Christmas would happen in spite of what I had accomplished or failed to accomplish. I encourage you, today, to let go and be at peace. Give yourself a day, if at all possible, to breath, pause, rest, spend time with friends and loved ones. Consider yourself prepared, regardless!

Come, Lord Jesus, come. Come to we who are prepared and ready, and come to the rest of us as well. Amen. 

Holiday Cheer Report: Christmas Eve Eve Edition

Everywhere I've gone today--restaurants, stores, filling stations, the church, people have been so cheerful, so full of the Christmas spirit. 
At one point today, ate at a local restaurant and the owner sported a Santa hat. She was effusive and welcoming.
The clerk at the Staples store who helped me with a scanning job took time to look at the children's book I was scanning--to be projected while I read it to the children at tomorrow's family Christmas Eve service--and remarked on the beauty of the pictures and the story. When I came back to pick up the flash drive he created for me, he even turned to a page to talk about one illustration he particularly loved. 
A woman standing in line behind me looked through it and gushed.
At Aldi's, everyone said, "Merry Christmas!" and deferred to those with heavier loads at the checkout.
Folks at the filling station, no doubt cheered in part by paying just a $1.92 a gallon, were smiling and chatty with each other.
Repeatedly, around shopping malls, drivers have been quick to make way for people trying to get into the lanes they need to enter to make turns or just to pull into the traffic.
It's been fun to see and experience.