Luke 3:15-22
You’re My Dear Child
James Sledge January
10, 2016 – Baptism of the Lord
Have
you ever known someone who was going through a tough time and disappeared from
church? Illness or the death of a loved one sometimes causes a faith crisis
that pulls people away, but I’m thinking more of folks who disappear after something
that might cause people to judge them.
It
doesn’t happen as much with divorce as it once did, but some folks still feel
embarrassed enough to stop attending. Graduate to things such as getting arrested
or some other form of public humiliation, and it becomes much more likely that
people won’t show their face around the church. Church is, after all, a place
for good, respectable people.
I
thought about respectable people as I read Luke’s take on Jesus’ baptism. All
the gospel writers have their own take on it. Apparently the event was well enough
known that they need to address this potentially embarrassing episode. Why
would Jesus need a baptism of repentance and forgiveness after all?
Matthew’s
gospel has John the Baptist raise the question of “Why?” directly, but Luke
does something different. There is no conversation with John. Jesus does not
speak at all. Instead Luke merely throws Jesus in with all the other folks
going to John. Now when all the people were baptized, and when Jesus also had been
baptized…
With
no apparent fanfare, Jesus got in line with everyone else, with the “brood of
vipers” who came out to the wilderness to be baptized. Jesus joined with those
who felt they needed to turn their lives around, who needed God to forgive
them. And this was hardly the last time. No wonder the religious folk would say
Jesus wasn’t respectable enough, calling him “a glutton and a drunkard, a
friend of tax collectors and sinners!” (Luke 7:34)
As Jesus prayed following his baptism,
the Holy Spirit descended on him and a voice said, “You are my Son, the Beloved;
with you I am well pleased.” I love the way the Cotton Patch Gospel renders
this, “You are my dear Son; I’m proud of you.” Sounds like something a good, southern Momma would say.