Luke 1:57-80
Embracing the
Dream
James Sledge December
10, 2023
By now I assume that many of you have
started to receive Christmas cards. I know we have at our house. Inevitably, at
least one of those cards will feature the phrase, “Peace on earth.” It’s a
Christmas standard lifted straight from the nativity story in Luke’s gospel,
but particularly in this year, it strikes a strange note with me.
The war in Ukraine has been dragging on
for nearly two years. The bloody Hamas attack on Israel in October has been met
with the wholesale slaughter of civilians on the part of Israel. The war in
Sudan is replete with atrocities and massacres. China continues to hint at an
invasion of Taiwan. Iranian backed militias are attacking American forces in
Syria, and I could go on and on. Peace on earth feels a long way away.
I’m reminded of the Christmas carol, I
Heard the Bells on Christmas Day. The carol borrowed some of the verses from a
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow poem “Christmas Bells” which was written during the
Civil War. It opens,
I
heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,
and mild and sweet
The words repeat
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
However, the carol
left out some of the verses, those dealing explicitly with the Civil War.
Then
from each black, accursed mouth
The cannon thundered in the South,
And with the sound
The carols drowned
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
It
was as if an earthquake rent
The hearth-stones of a continent,
And made forlorn
The households born
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
And
in despair I bowed my head;
"There is no peace on earth," I said;
"For hate is strong,
And mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!"
The news of our day also mocks the song of
peace on earth, and I wonder what response we in the church have. Do we have
anything more than a cute baby in a manger, some warmth and nostalgia, or the
promise of heaven when we die? The gospels insist that we do, that something
more has happened than just the birth of a baby.
You can see that in our scripture for this
morning. The story of John’s birth insists that God is up to something. God has
remembered the covenant with Israel, the promises made all those years ago to
Abraham and Sarah. God has looked with favor on Israel and redeemed them.
Curiously, when the story of John the
Baptist begins with a visit to Zechariah by the angel Gabriel, the opening
words of that story are, In the days of King Herod of Judea… In
much the same way, the story of Jesus’ birth will open with, In those
days a decree went out from the Emperor Augustus…
The story of God acting in history is set
in the context of the cruel reign of Herod, and the power of the Roman empire,
and empire that was always at war somewhere, and that subjugated Israel and
would employ the worst sort of cruelty to maintain their rule. Jesus himself
would feel the wrath of that cruelty.
The stories of John’s and Jesus’ births
are not just a bit of warm nostalgia. They are set in the context of the often-ugly
geopolitics of the day. I’m sure there were Israelites who looked out on the
news and situation of their day and saw little reason to celebrate, little
reason for hope, but it is in this very context that Luke has Zechariah offer
his prophecy.
Speaking of hope, I once read something by
Brian McLaren where he contrasted hopes and dreams with wishes.[1]
It’s a bit of a semantics argument, but I think he has a point. When someone
says, “I wish I could win the lottery,” they usually don’t have any real hope
of doing so. It’s just a wish.
Sometimes I think we’ve turned Christmas
into little more than a wish. We wish people a Merry Christmas and Happy
Holidays, but it doesn’t have much more meaning that saying, “Have a good day.”
There is no expectation that such a wish accomplishes something or that we plan
on doing anything to make it happen. It’s little more than a pleasantry, a
greeting.
That’s certainly not the sort of thing
found in the biblical accounts associated with Jesus’ birth. When Zechariah is
filled with the Spirit and begins to prophesy, there are no “I wish” statements
or “Wouldn’t it be nice.” Instead it is “Blessed be the Lord God of
Israel, for he has looked favorably on his people and redeemed them. He has
raised up a mighty savior for us in the house of his servant David… Thus he has
shown the mercy promised to our ancestors, and has remembered his holy
covenant.”
Perhaps you noticed that prophets often
get their tenses wrong. They speak of what is to come as though it has
happened. That is because they’re not simply wishing. They have a vision of
what is to be, a vivid hope and dream of what is to come.
I’ve seen something of that sort happen
within my lifetime. When Martin Luther King, Jr. made his “I have a dream”
speech, he was not simply wishing for things to be better. He had a vision, a
vivid hope and dream of what would eventually be. And so he worked tirelessly
for that vision, for that dream. The dreams of prophets work that way.
Unfortunately, Christendom domesticated
Jesus and made him compatible with empire and the wealthy exploiting the poor.
The radical dream of Jesus, of a world where God’s will is done, where love
triumphs over hate, got pushed aside, and the dreams of prophets like Zechariah
became so much pie in the sky by and by.
I wonder if what the world really needs
right now isn’t for people of faith actually to take up the vision of
Zechariah, to embrace the radical dream of Jesus. To recover the Christmas hope
of God breaking into history in Jesus and setting something new and wonderful
loose in the world, something that has the power to transform and make new.
I wonder if what the world really needs
right now isn’t for people of faith boldly to proclaim something more than a
cute baby in a manger, to proclaim the vision, the dream of a new day that the
births of John and Jesus herald.
I wonder if what the world needs most of
all isn’t for people of faith to embrace that vision, that dream of a new day,
and to work tirelessly to create it, knowing that the world resists it, just as
it resisted Jesus.
God has looked favorably upon us and has
raised up a savior for us. So join in the dream the prophet Zechariah
proclaims. “By the tender mercy of our God, the dawn from on high will
break upon us, to give light to those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of
death, to guide our feet into the way of peace.”
Thanks be to God!
[1]
McLaren,
Brian D., We Make the Road by Walking: A
Year-Long Quest for Spiritual Formation, Reorientation, and Activation (New
York: Jericho Books, 2014), p. 63.