Gospel of Luke

Game of Thrones - Exodus: Plagues, Power and Pharaoh's Fate

Exodus 11:1-10, 12:29-32

The Lord said to Moses, ‘I will bring one more plague upon Pharaoh and upon Egypt; afterwards he will let you go from here; indeed, when he lets you go, he will drive you away. Tell the people that every man is to ask his neighbor and every woman is to ask her neighbor for objects of silver and gold.’ The Lord gave the people favor in the sight of the Egyptians. Moreover, Moses himself was a man of great importance in the land of Egypt, in the sight of Pharaoh’s officials, and in the sight of the people. Moses said, ‘Thus says the Lord: About midnight I will go out through Egypt. Every firstborn in the land of Egypt shall die, from the firstborn of Pharaoh who sits on his throne to the firstborn of the female slave who is behind the handmill, and all the firstborn of the livestock. Then there will be a loud cry throughout the whole land of Egypt, such as has never been nor will ever be again. But not a dog shall growl at any of the Israelites — not at people, not at animals — so that you may know that the Lord makes a distinction between Egypt and Israel. Then all these officials of yours shall come down to me, and bow low to me, saying, “Leave us, you and all the people who follow you.” After that I will leave.’ And in hot anger he left Pharaoh. The Lord said to Moses, ‘Pharaoh will not listen to you, in order that my wonders may be multiplied in the land of Egypt.’ Moses and Aaron performed all these wonders before Pharaoh; but the Lord hardened Pharaoh’s heart, and he did not let the people of Israel go out of his land.

At midnight the Lord struck down all the firstborn in the land of Egypt, from the firstborn of Pharaoh who sat on his throne to the firstborn of the prisoner who was in the dungeon, and all the firstborn of the livestock. Pharaoh arose in the night, he and all his officials and all the Egyptians; and there was a loud cry in Egypt, for there was not a house without someone dead. Then he summoned Moses and Aaron in the night, and said, ‘Rise up, go away from my people, both you and the Israelites! Go, worship the Lord, as you said. Take your flocks and your herds, as you said, and be gone. And bring a blessing on me too!’

Luke 1:46-55

And Mary said, “My soul magnifies the Lord, and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior, for he has looked with favor on the lowliness of his servant. Surely, from now on all generations will call me blessed; for the Mighty One has done great things for me, and holy is his name. His mercy is for those who fear him from generation to generation. He has shown strength with his arm; he has scattered the proud in the thoughts of their hearts. He has brought down the powerful from their thrones, and lifted up the lowly; he has filled the hungry with good things, and sent the rich away empty. He has helped his servant Israel, in remembrance of his mercy, according to the promise he made to our ancestors, to Abraham and to his descendants forever.”


Exodus: Plagues, Power and Pharaoh’s Fate

I opted to share something about Pharaoh’s fate as part of our “Game of Thrones” series, knowing I was probably biting off more than we could chew on in just one Sunday morning sermon. But I couldn’t resist re-visiting the plagues – particularly the last, most heinous of the plagues, the death of the first born in all of Egypt – and musing about the fate of Pharaoh and his hardened heart, which is one of the great questions and conundrums in all of Scripture.

When I say the creators of the Game of Thrones series have nothing on the Hebrew Scriptures, it’s hard not to think about the plagues. The short version of that longer story is that God was tired of the abuse suffered by the Hebrew people who were enslaved under the tyranny of Egypt’s Pharaoh. Having recruited Moses to set God’s people free, God and Moses have this back and forth battle of wills and displays of power all so that Pharaoh might see and understand his place under the banner of Israel’s God as the creator of the universe. God and Moses give Pharaoh chance after chance, opportunity after opportunity to let the Hebrew slaves go, but Pharaoh refuses.

And Pharaoh refuses, not only because letting those slaves go – releasing them to the freedom they deserved – would mean a tremendous loss of financial power, loss of a free labor force, and an upsetting of the social order in Egypt, but it would mean proof that Pharaoh wasn’t all he was cracked up to be. See, in that time and place, Pharaohs were believed to have divine powers – to be gods, themselves, in part; or at least intermediaries for the gods of the Egyptians. So, he would have to relinquish his own divine status in the eyes of his people. Pharaoh would have to admit that the God of Moses, the God of the Hebrew slaves, the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, was more mighty and powerful than himself and his magicians.

So, even after all of those plagues – the river of blood; the frogs, the gnats, the flies; the sick livestock, the boils, the thunder and hail, the locusts and the darkness – Pharaoh still refused. He came close a couple of times – promising release and freedom for Moses and his people – but when each punishing plague was stopped he would change his mind, hardening his heart, losing his courage to humble himself, to relinquish his power and to do what Moses was asking.

And, sometimes we’re told, toward the end of this onslaught of plagues, it was God who hardened the heart of Pharaoh; that it was God who forced Pharaoh to make the choices he made to keep the Hebrews enslaved. And this notion has, for generations, invited believers and scholars and theologians and pastors to consider the nature and source of evil in the world. This story of Pharaoh’s hardened heart has made many wonder about the nature of a God who would punish Pharaoh for something over which Pharaoh had no control.

If he couldn’t repent, why should he be punished? Where is grace and mercy and justice to be found in a God who acts as a puppet master, pulling the strings and hardening the hearts of people like Pharaoh, only to end up destroying them for that same hardness of heart, in the end? And what does it say to us about free will – our own ability to choose repentance, to choose justice, to choose faithfulness, or to choose the opposite, for that matter? IS God some kind of puppet master pulling our strings and making us move and choose and do according to God’s every whim?

Well, remember what all of those plagues were about. They were about Moses asking Pharaoh to let God’s people go; to let them leave their slavery in Egypt; to let them be free from Pharaoh’s bondage so they could worship and live and bless and be blessed by their God, out there in the world. But the plagues were also about showing, too – who God was; that the God of Moses and the Israelites was the God of all things, even the God of and the God over Pharaoh and Egypt – who believed otherwise.

So when the frogs and the fire and the darkness and the boils wouldn’t convince Pharaoh of God’s power, God got serious. And not just by way of the death of the first born – which was the deal breaker for Pharaoh, the straw that broke the camel’s back. God got serious with the hardening of Pharaoh’s heart, in the end, because it was another dramatic, powerful way to prove who God was and who Pharaoh was not. It led, ultimately, to freedom for the Israelites and destruction for Pharaoh and his army.

And I learned a new way of understanding all of this, thanks to some writing by a Jewish Rabbi named Bernard Zlotowitz.

If Pharaoh was who Pharaoh claimed to be; if he was stronger and more powerful than the God of Moses; if he was all-powerful and almighty; if he was a god himself, or even an intermediator for a god of the Egyptians … he could have un-hardened his own heart; he could have reversed what God had done; he could have repented and meant it. He could have relented, he could have released the Israelites, once and for all, and not followed his own compulsion to chase after them, ultimately drowning in the sea – consumed not just by water, but consumed by his own pride and thirst for power and greed and sin and all the rest.

In other words, Pharaoh had had a taste of what could save him – mercy, justice and freedom for those oppressed Hebrew slaves – on all those occasions he had decided to let them go and when God ceased God’s punishment, when God turned off the plague like a faucet. But when Pharaoh changed his mind that last time – or his mind was changed – whatever the case may be – Pharaoh was powerless to save himself any longer, even though he knew how, because he was not the god he pretended to be.

Pharaoh – this earthly ruler – was no match for the God of Moses and the Israelites – the ruler of the universe, because Pharaoh’s sinful, greedy, power-hungry, hard and broken heart was hardened in a way he could not un-do or mend on his own. Pharaoh needed God – the one true God – just as Moses and the Israelites did – just as you and I need God – to be free, to be liberated, to be forgiven, to be unbound by our sinfulness. And we just can’t do it on our own.

It was a lesson for everyone involved: for the Egyptians who believed Pharaoh was all-powerful – and for the Hebrew slaves who may have wondered – they could see that he was not. And for those who doubted Moses and his God, that power was confirmed.

And the good news about that God – the hope in all of this – is that that God will go to great lengths – any length – to love and care for those who need it most. Was that God the God of Moses and the Israelites? Yes. Was that same God – the creator of the universe, the God of all things – the God of Pharaoh and the Egyptians, too? Yes. And when the God of the universe sees some of God’s children hurting, suffering, and struggling at the hands of some of God’s other children – God seeks to change things.

Like any loving parent who sees an older, bigger, stronger sibling pushing his little brother around and steps in to protect the younger, smaller, weaker of the two…God acts.

Like a teacher who sees one of her students bullying another and moves to stop that injustice…God acts.

Our God is always on the side of the underdog. Our God is always looking out for the outsider. Our God always stands in for the outcast and the cast-out, in the name of justice and mercy.

And I love that about our God. It is hope for the hopeless. It is challenge and accountability for those in power. And it’s a reality check for those of us who live somewhere in the middle – those of us with more power and privilege than most of the world, whether we’re always able to admit it or see it or not; and those of us called to wield that power and privilege – as children of God – with grace and mercy, generosity and love for the sake of our brothers and sisters and for the sake of God’s kingdom in our midst. And those of us who – like Pharaoh and Moses – can’t save ourselves or do any of this on our own.

And all of that is Mary’s hope and the promise of Jesus she sings about before his arrival. She reminds us, in this morning’s Gospel, about what the power of that one true God looks like and means to accomplish in the world. 

Our God looks with favor upon faithful servants.

Our God has mercy on those who fear him, from generation to generation.

Our God scatters the proud, brings down the powerful from their thrones, lifts up the lowly, fills the hungry with good things and sends the rich away empty.

Our God – the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob – the God made known to us in Jesus – is a God of mercy, love, grace, hope, redemption, freedom and justice.

Our God – and the ways of Christ’s kingdom “on earth as it is in heaven” – are our hope for this world and the next.

Amen

(You can read the piece by Bernard Zlotowitz I refer to here. It’s short, sweet and worth your time, if you have it.)

Leading Jean, Following Jesus

Luke 9:51-62

When the days drew near for Jesus to be taken up, he set his face to go to Jerusalem. And he sent messengers ahead of him. On their way they entered a village of the Samaritans to make ready for him; but they did not receive him, because his face was set towards Jerusalem. When his disciples James and John saw it, they said, “Lord, do you want us to command fire to come down from heaven and consume them?” But he turned and rebuked them. Then they went on to another village.

As they were going along the road, someone said to Jesus, “I will follow you wherever you go.” And Jesus said to him, “Foxes have holes, and birds of the air have nests; but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay his head.” To another he said, “Follow me.” But he said, “Lord, first, let me go and bury my father.” But Jesus said to him, “Let the dead bury their own dead; but as for you, go and proclaim the kingdom of God.” Another said to him, “I will follow you, Lord; but let me first say farewell to those at my home.” Jesus said to him, “No one who puts a hand to the plow and looks back is fit for the kingdom of God.”


When was the last time you “set your face toward” something? It’s not a phrase we use or think of these days, but it still has some meaning for us. I think about an athlete getting ready to compete – the focus of a swimmer before climbing onto the blocks, the boxer before entering the ring, the team huddled in the locker room before they take the field. I think about a dancer or a singer or a performer of any kind ready to take the stage before the big show. You get the idea.

On Wednesday, I had just visited Ben Rice at St. Vincent’s Heart Hospital and left with my face set toward Sam’s Club. (It’s all relative, right?) My face was set toward Sam’s Club because Cross of Grace was running out of toilet paper and paper towels and the Camp at Church kids needed snacks, STAT, for the last two days of camp. And I was kind of in a hurry, because my face was also set toward getting my deck stained that afternoon, during a rare window of rainless days in Indiana. And all of that had to happen before a five o’clock meeting and the usual gamut of evening activities for the brothers Havel.

So, as I was pulling out of the parking lot at the Heart Hospital, with my face set toward Sam’s Club and all the rest, a panicked, frantically crying African-American woman drives by and, yelling from behind both of our mostly-closed car windows, asks if I can help her. Caught very much off-guard, I tell her to park her car. I pull over and park mine. And I run over to talk to her.

She’s lost and late for her first day of work. Assuming I know my way around that neck of the woods – which I do not – she asks if I can help her find 1183 Hamilton Crossing Boulevard. My trusty GPS tell us she’s just 6 minutes away so she asks me – visibly shaking she’s so upset – “Can I follow you there?”

So, even though my face is set toward Sam’s Club, I agree to lead her – which is no easy task – thanks to the myriad of handy-dandy traffic circles and round-abouts that are so popular with our friends in the northern suburbs.

Anyway, six minutes later, we get to what my GPS says is 1183 Hamilton Crossing Boulevard … only it’s not. I jump out to talk to my new friend, who is still frantic and panicky, and I confirm the address. We’re close, it seems, based on the signs and the numbers on and around the stacks and stacks and stacks of identical-looking office buildings on Hamilton Crossing Boulevard. She hugs me gratefully, saying she doesn’t have any money to pay me. I say, “It’s fine. Just follow me.”

And we take another lap around the area again – her behind me, dodging traffic and circling the round-abouts until we end up at that same pinpoint on my GPS for 1183 Hamilton Crossing Boulevard, only it’s still not there.

So I get out of my car – with my face still set toward Sam’s Club and the deck project and the evening meeting and the baseball games, remember – and with my phone in-hand I say, “Are you sure you have the right address? We’re looking for an eleven-hundred numbered building in an 11 THOUSAND numbered neck of the woods.” Just as I say it, she’s scrolling through her phone, apologizes – embarrassed – and says, “It’s 1-1-3-8-0 Hamilton Crossing Boulevard. I’m so sorry!”

Ultimately – and just the next parking lot over – we find where she needs to be. I lead here there. She parks, relieved. Hugs me again, and asks me what she can do to re-pay me. I hand her my card, find out her name is Jean, and tell her to send me an e-mail to let me know how her first day of work goes.

Please hear and understand that I’m making no quantitative, qualitative comparison between my drive through suburbia with Jean and Jesus’ road to Jerusalem with his disciples.

My point is that, aside from my time with Ben Rice at the Heart Hospital, I wonder if my little adventure with Jean wasn’t the most meaningful thing I accomplished on Wednesday. Sure, I made it to Sam’s Club for the toilet paper, paper towels, snacks and whatnot; I had my 5 o’clock meeting; I even got the deck stained and the boys got to where they needed to be. But the chance to help a lost person find her way to her first day of work – the chance to set aside my own plans and help a person in need – is what all the rest is all about, in the end, right?

And please hear and understand, if you think I’m bragging about my knack for faithfully following Jesus, I’ll be glad to confess my shame at losing my temper, good manners, and grace with the crew from the highway department Friday morning when we couldn’t access the church driveway. Sadly, it’s not rated PG, or I’d tell you about it here.

Anyway, I think what happened with me and Jean is a small version of what Jesus is getting at with all of this “follow me,” stuff – suggesting that we follow Jesus, even at the expense of all the other things and places and responsibilities toward which we can set our faces; set our agendas; and set our hearts’ desires, in this world.

When Jesus is approached by some would-be followers, each of them, well-intended as they could be, comes up with something they need to do first, before they get to the work of being disciples. One says he needs to first bury his father (no small fish to fry, for sure) and another says he’d first like to say goodbye to his family at home. Jesus, though, says to forget it – that there’s even more important, faithful work to be done. “Leave the rest behind and follow me, the kingdom of God is at hand,” is the gist of his invitation. The time is now. The jig is up. Let’s get on with it.

And that’s the call for us all, still. And Jesus knows this call isn’t always easy. This call isn’t always convenient. This call isn’t always going to fall in-line with every other thing we have going on in our lives.

And this is hard to hear for people who measure every investment of our time and energy and money against what its return will be for us in the end, because it’s hard to admit we make decisions about our willingness to follow Jesus in the same way.

Do we make plans to worship, on any given Sunday, with pure desire to celebrate and give thanks for the place of God’s blessings among us? If so, would we care so much about start time or style of music or the rest of our weekend’s plans when choosing whether to make it to church or not?

Do we give our offering to God sacrificially, generously, off the top, and with genuine thanksgiving for what has first been given to us? If so, would the math of figuring a tithe – a mere 10% of our income – even be necessary for disciples? Would we have need even for “commitment cards,” stewardship campaigns or spending plans?

Do we volunteer to serve through the Church or out there in the world out of a simple, sincere desire to be a blessing for others? Or do we commit most readily to what’s comfortable, easy, practical, safe, or convenient to everything else we have going on in our day-to-day lives?

There are people lost in this world in scarier, more dangerous and despairing ways than my friend Jean was on Wednesday, for sure. There are people starving – for actual food and spiritual sustenance, too. There are people dying of disease… of loneliness... of grief… of guilt. There are people suffering from war… from injustice…from bigotry…from sexism, and more. And too much of this is happening, too much of the time, because misguided followers of Jesus have lost focus and lost perspective and missed the point and forgotten what Jesus’ cross and crucifixion, death and resurrection are all about.

That’s why Jesus set his face to Jerusalem – and why we can, too. But, as Christian people on the other side of Jesus’ empty tomb, we set our faces toward Jerusalem knowing about the Cross, for sure; knowing about that suffering and that crucifixion and that sacrifice and that death – indeed having endured some of that ourselves along the way.

But we set our faces toward Jerusalem because there was a tomb there, too, and because it was empty, in the end. So, with our faces set toward Jerusalem, we are blessed with the perspective of resurrection, with the hope of new life, with the assurance of forgiveness, and with the promise of more grace than we deserve – and more work to do than can ever be done – without that same grace to inspire, to move and to lead us as we follow.

Amen