Sermons

A Call in the Wilderness

Matthew 3:1-12

In those days, John the Baptist appeared in the wilderness of Judea, proclaiming, “Repent, for the kingdom of heaven has come near.” This is the one about whom the prophet Isaiah spoke when he said, “The voice of one crying out in the wilderness, ‘Prepare the way of the Lord, and make his paths straight.’ Now, John wore clothing of camel’s hair with a leather belt around his waist and he ate locusts and wild honey. Then the people of Jerusalem and all the people of Judea were going out to him, and all the along the region of the Jordan, to be baptized by John in the river Jordan, confessing their sins.

But when John saw the Pharisees and Sadducees coming for baptism, he said to them, “You brood of vipers! Who warned you to flee the wrath that is to come? Bear fruit worthy of repentance. Do not presume to say to yourselves, ‘We have Abraham as our ancestor;’ for I tell you, God is able from these stones to raise up children to Abraham. Even now the axe is lying at the root of the trees and every tree that does not bear good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire.

“I baptize you with water for repentance, but one who is more powerful than I is coming after me. I am not worthy to carry his sandals. He will baptize you with the Holy Spirit and fire. His winnowing-fork is in his hand, and he will clear his threshing-floor and will gather his wheat into the granary; but the chaff he will burn with unquenchable fire.”


John the Baptist was a strange bird … an oddball … out there in the wilderness, dressing weirdly, eating differently, baptizing some people, barking at and berating others. A lot can be said about his words, his warnings, and what he wore, of course – all of that camel hair and leather. And the reason we get all of those details, I believe, is that they point to how all of it made him stand out as unique… as special… as chosen, perhaps… as someone different and worth listening to… as someone worth heeding, and following, and someone – however surprising – that we should pay attention to.

John the Baptist is one of those people most of us might have looked at sideways – maybe even kept our distance from, in the moment – but who, in hindsight, new what he was talking about.

Because, above all else, John the Baptist – Jesus’ crazy cousin – was a Truth-Teller. And the Truth can be hard to hear sometimes. He was the voice of one crying out in the wilderness, as the prophet Isaiah predicted. He knew a thing or two about the reign of God and his ministry was about preparing for the coming of that kingdom, by way of Jesus. John knew that, in the coming of Jesus, God’s reign of love and justice and mercy and grace was about to break into the world in a way that it never had before. And John was on a mission to preach and teach and warn and welcome whoever he could to what that could mean for them.

John the Baptist is impassioned and he’s frustrated and he’s angry, even, about what he sees in the world around him, and all of that talk about axes and trees, threshing floors, chaff, and unquenchable fire is evidence of that. And it can be scary to some. It doesn’t sound very gracious or forgiving or hopeful on the surface. And maybe that’s not what John was going for.

But, the truth is, each of us has something like the “chaff” of sin in our lives that’s worth repenting, worth changing, worth letting God burn away, if you will, by the refining fires of grace, love, mercy and forgiveness. And I like to think that’s the kind of stuff John – and Jesus, for that matter – wants to be cut down and done away with in our lives.

So, while it may be tempting to write him off as some kind of crazy, carnival barker out there in the wilderness, John the Baptist is a model… a poster child… an example… for anyone with a Truth to tell; for anyone who prepares a path; for anyone who makes a way; for anyone crying out in the wilderness of injustice and sin and ugliness and despair – with better news of love and mercy, grace, forgiveness and hope. And someone, maybe, not everyone wants to hear from.

So I thought about John the Baptist when I read a story by Elizabeth Felicetti, this week, in The Christian Century. It’s a story about a guy named Luke. Luke wants to be a pastor – to be ordained as a priest, actually, in the Episcopal church. And this guy, Luke, and John the Baptist have a lot in common.

Luke doesn’t wear camel hair and leather, but he’s covered in cheap tattoos and he wears the state-issued blue garb of a maximum security prison, somewhere in Virginia. The food in the prison cafeteria might be worse and weirder than locusts and wild honey, so Luke has created a food ministry where inmates can get soup and ramen noodles to fill them up when they can’t enough to eat, otherwise. Luke’s wilderness isn’t the wilds of the Judean countryside. His wilderness is the prison hospital and its mental health units where he spends time caring for other inmates. And his wilderness is the library and the prison chapel, too – wherever he leads Bible studies and worship inside the facility, for and with prisoners like himself.

Now, we don’t know much about John the Baptist’s past, but Luke is locked up – going on 20 years or so, now, with another 8 to go if he keeps up his good behavior. And Luke is in prison, not for setting fire to some metaphorical “chaff,” like John preaches about, but for actually trying to burn his family home down so he could use the insurance money to pay his college tuition. And for killing his brother, Andrew, too, before setting that fire. Luke did all of this when he was just 18 years old.

And Luke is also like John the Baptist, apparently, in that he knows a thing or two about repentance - that is, if you believe his story and see his call to ministry as legitimate and faithful, as many people do, including his parents, whose son he killed and whose home he tried to destroy.

There is some evidence of Luke’s repentance … of his turning … of his changed ways. He has established a food ministry in prison where hungry inmates can get food when they need it. He also organizes large meals for holidays like Easter, Thanksgiving and Christmas. (It might surprise you to know that three square meals a day aren’t guaranteed to every inmate in every corrections facility, just because they should be.)

Luke has helped with a ministry that trains dogs to become therapy dogs, too. And he’s a confidant and a counselor to other inmates – filling in unofficially when the prison chaplain hasn’t been able to be around due to COVID protocols. He listens well, pays attention to what others are going through. He prays for and with them when they need it. And, apparently, Luke gives a good hug, too. Something, I imagine, that’s hard to come by in prison.

His desire to fulfill the role of “priest” as defined by the Episcopal Church’s Book of Common Prayer means he longs to “represent Christ and his Church, particularly as pastor to the people; to share with the bishop in the overseeing of the Church; to proclaim the Gospel; to administer the sacraments; and to bless and declare pardon in the name of God.”

It may not surprise you that the Church has declined Luke’s candidacy for ordination. Of course, they did what churches do best - they sent a committee to meet with him before making their decision. Now, I’ve only read one article about all of this so my presumptions may be unfair and unfaithful, but I couldn’t help but think of this “committee” as something like the Pharisees and Sadducees that John railed against down by the river – this “diocesan commission on ministry” – that visited Luke in the wilderness of his prison, only to decide to stop his discernment process, at least until he’s out of prison. Maybe it’s not fair to call them a brood of vipers, like John the Baptist might have. Maybe it is. I don’t know.

But Luke is still willing to jump through all of their hoops, do all of the work, endure all of the rejection, suspicion and skepticism that comes his way, knowing it won’t change his situation in prison one bit, but because, he says, of the Spiritual power and authority God’s call to ordained ministry would afford him in his dealings with others – even, and especially, in the wilderness behind bars where he lives.

Luke even acknowledges that “weighed in the balance,” as he puts it, “the totality of [his] life will always be negative” because of his crimes. He’s not trying to earn God’s favor or forgiveness or work his way out of the moral mess of his life by seeking to serve the Church. He says, he knows, that he only gets into heaven “by God’s grace and the skin of his fingernails” and so he longs to live the best way he can, to give back all that he can, and to follow God in every way that he can. His quest for ordination is about growing into who he thinks he was always created to be when he was marked – in a baptism like John the Baptist’s very own, down by the river – just like most of the rest of us, with the cross of Christ, forever.

Luke says that things like the food ministry he started “grow wonderfully,” even in the wilderness of a prison like his. “They just need a seed to get started.” And that’s his calling as he sees it. “Not to carry the burden for everyone, just to be the seed that evokes our best selves.”

Like the voice of one, crying out in the wilderness, you might say. Preparing a way. Making a straight path. Calling others – in the darkest, most despairing time of their lives – to repentance and forgiveness and peace of mind. I think Luke sounds a lot like John – whether the powers that be are able to see it, or recognize it, or encourage him or not.

And I like to believe that, if someone like Luke can do what someone like John the Baptist can do – repent, receive forgiveness, and make room for others in the wilderness of their lives to experience some measure of grace, mercy, love, and hope – than someone like you and I can do the same, more often, by way of the love made known to us and through us in Jesus Christ, our Lord.

Amen

That's What She Said: Hannah

1 Samuel 1:19-28

They rose early in the morning and worshiped before the Lord; then they went back to their house at Ramah. Elkanah knew his wife Hannah, and the Lord remembered her. In due time Hannah conceived and bore a son. She named him Samuel, for she said, “I have asked him of the Lord.” The man Elkanah and all his household went up to offer to the Lord the yearly sacrifice, and to pay his vow. But Hannah did not go up, for she said to her husband, “As soon as the child is weaned, I will bring him, that he may appear in the presence of the Lord, and remain there forever; I will offer him as a nazirite for all time.” Her husband Elkanah said to her, “Do what seems best to you, wait until you have weaned him; only—may the Lord establish his word.” So the woman remained and nursed her son, until she weaned him. When she had weaned him, she took him up with her, along with a three-year-old bull, an ephah of flour, and a skin of wine. She brought him to the house of the Lord at Shiloh; and the child was young. Then they slaughtered the bull, and they brought the child to Eli. And she said, “Oh, my lord! As you live, my lord, I am the woman who was standing here in your presence, praying to the Lord. For this child I prayed; and the Lord has granted me the petition that I made to him. Therefore I have lent him to the Lord; as long as he lives, he is given to the Lord.” She left him there for the Lord.

1 Samuel 2:1-10

Hannah prayed and said, “My heart exults in the Lord; my strength is exalted in my God. My mouth derides my enemies, because I rejoice in my victory.

“There is no Holy One like the Lord, no one besides you; there is no Rock like our God. Talk no more so very proudly, let not arrogance come from your mouth; for the Lord is a God of knowledge, and by him actions are weighed. The bows of the mighty are broken, but the feeble gird on strength. Those who were full have hired themselves out for bread, but those who were hungry are fat with spoil. The barren has borne seven, but she who has many children is forlorn. The Lord kills and brings to life; he brings down to Sheol and raises up. The Lord makes poor and makes rich; he brings low, he also exalts. He raises up the poor from the dust; he lifts the needy from the ash heap, to make them sit with princes and inherit a seat of honor. For the pillars of the earth are the Lord’s, and on them he has set the world.

“He will guard the feet of his faithful ones, but the wicked shall be cut off in darkness; for not by might does one prevail. The Lord! His adversaries shall be shattered; the Most High will thunder in heaven. The Lord will judge the ends of the earth; he will give strength to his king, and exalt the power of his anointed.”


If you know from whence the theme for this little Advent series comes – inspired, for lack of a better word, by Michael Scott from ‘The Office’ – it may seem more than a little irreverent for these days and this season and for the spirit of what we’re up to on these Wednesday evenings. And that’s kind of the point. As a punchline for any number of really bad – often wildly inappropriate and even offensive – jokes, “that’s what she said” doesn’t exactly lift up women or hold them in high regard a lot of the time. But, neither does the history of Christianity, its interpretation of Scripture and the place of women in it.

So, in addition to being pretty funny, I mean for all of this to be a clever and more serious way to pay some meaningful attention to the role of women in the narrative of the Christmas story. I hope we’ll consider them and learn from them and be inspired by them for whatever they have to teach us about longing for Jesus; about living in hope; about being faithful; about loving boldly; about sacrificing generously; about responding to God in ways that change hearts, lives, minds and the world, even, as each of the women we’ll celebrate do, in their own, holy, abundantly faithful way.

And tonight, we’re going way back – way, way, way back – to Hannah, someone who, I wager, won’t make it into the preaching or teaching for most people this Christmas season.

As we just heard… as some of you know… Hannah was the mother of the prophet Samuel. She prayed to have a child. She hoped for a baby. She begged for a boy.

And it’s meaningful to know that Hannah was one of two wives to a guy named Elkanah. Elkanah’s other wife was a baby-making machine – she had sons and daughters aplenty, though we don’t how many for sure. And Elkanah’s other wife, described as Hannah’s “rival,” was terrible about it. She “provoked” and “irritated” Hannah, as the story goes, which I imagine means she mocked her and made fun of her and shamed her for not being able to have children as easily or as prolifically as her. Having children, of course – back in the day – was confirmation of your worth as a woman; it assured your status and place in a family; it was a very practical source of security (you’d have people to protect and provide for you, should you ever be widowed or alone). Motherhood was an outward, undeniable sign of value for a woman – to her husband, to her family, in her community and culture, too. A woman’s primary job, main goal, solitary aim and objective in life – as far as most were concerned – was to have children.

So Hannah may have wanted a child – and a boy, in particular – because her mothering instincts were in full effect. She may also have wanted a baby because she wanted to make her husband happy. (The Bible tells us that Elkanah loved Hannah, in spite of the fact that she hadn’t given him a child, yet.) But Hannah may have wanted a child – and a boy, in particular – because she longed for affirmation of her worth, of her value, of her esteem, in her own eyes, in the eyes of her God, in the eyes of the world around her … and maybe so she could tell that “sister wife” of hers, Elkanah’s other wife, to take a hike – or something like that.

That’s why Hannah prayed hard – so much so that Eli, the high priest, thought she was drunk or crazy at first. But Hannah prayed to and she bargained intensely with God. She promised God that she would commit her baby boy to a life of sacrifice and service to the Lord. And then it happened. God delivered. And Hannah delivered. And she kept her promise, too – her end of all of that prayerful bargaining she had made with God. She loved, cared for, fed and nurtured her little boy Samuel until he was able to live without her – and she handed him over to the Lord; to live in the house of the high priest, Eli, and to become one of the greatest prophets in all of Israel’s history.

So, much like Mary, Hannah was gifted a baby boy she knew she’d love, cradle and care for – and would ultimately hand over to the service of God, too, for the sake of the world.

And Hannah’s prayer, a poem or song set to verse – was prayed in celebration and with thanksgiving for God’s answered prayer … for the gift of her little boy. And Hannah’s song sounds like the original to Mary’s cover version, so many generations later, in the Gospel of Luke – the Magnificat we just heard and which we will sing over and over again on these Wednesday nights.

In Hannah’s song, her heart exults in the Lord, she smiles at her enemies because she rejoices in God’s salvation. Likewise, Mary’s soul magnifies the Lord and her spirit rejoices in God her savior.

Hannah says, “the bows of the mighty are broken,” and “the feeble gird on strength.” Mary says the mighty are cast down from their thrones and the humble in heart are lifted up.

For Hannah, “Those who were full have hired themselves out for bread, but those who were hungry are fat with spoil.” Mary says the same, but more simply, “God has filled the hungry with good things.”

You get the picture.

The undeniable similarities between Hannah’s prayer and Mary’s song of praise – both prayed in response to the news of a promised child – draw a straight line between these two women of faith. I think it shows a profound theological understanding from both of them, about their God – and ours. A God who treasures and cares for the least among us. A God who protects the vulnerable and who challenges the powers that be. A God who uses the least likely suspects to bring justice, to provoke peace, to proclaim grace, to practice mercy, to do hard, holy, brave, beautiful things for the sake of the Kingdom. A God who keeps promises.

And, I think it implies that Hannah and Mary both knew their scripture and the stories and traditions of their faith and that they passed all of this along to their little boys.

(In my childhood, whether I knew it or appreciated it or understood it all at the time – or not – like many of you, I took in the hymns and liturgy of worship, of course. And I hope my boys – and the young people around here over the years – have done the same. And I heard my mom sing in the choir and lead worship in the praise band. And I grew up hearing a lot of John Denver, Anne Murray, Kenny Rogers, Willie Nelson, and Dolly Parton, of course, courtesy of my mother, too – which makes for a pretty good playlist, to be honest. And I hope you have similar memories of your own mother’s music from way back when.)

See, I imagine, in those early days of nursing and nurturing Samuel before he was offered up in service to the Lord, that he heard his mother’s prayer a time or two. That she whispered those words into his hear while he nursed. That she sang them around the fire while she cooked and he played at her feet.

That she taught them to her little boy when he misbehaved … “Samuel, the wicked will be cut off in darkness, boy!” “Don’t make me tell you again.”

And that she comforted little Samuel with them, too, when he needed it most: “There is no rock like God, child…” “He raises up the poor, sweetheart…. he lifts up the lowly, baby boy … God guards the feet of the faithful, son. Don’t you ever forget it.”

So, many thanks to Hannah tonight, for her patient faithfulness, for her selfless sacrifice, for her powerful proclamation, for the profound inspiration she must have been for Jesus, even, by way of Mary, who certainly knew something of Hannah’s prayer and her faithful response to God’s kept promises.

Hannah prayed with thanksgiving. She professed her faith. She promised justice. She proclaimed hope. She pronounced God’s grace, good news, mercy and abundance.

That’s what she said. May we do the same as we wait – for Jesus – and in all the days that follow his arrival this Christmas.

Amen. Come, Lord Jesus.