Matthew 3:1-12
When God Stirs
James Sledge December
4, 2016
I
wonder if I would have gone out to see John the Baptist, or would I have missed
him entirely? It’s not like you could bump into him by accident. He wasn’t any
place I ever lived, not the city, the suburbs, or even out in the rural countryside.
He was in the wilderness.
When
I hear wilderness I sometimes think
of pristine forests. In American thought, wilderness
often describes lands untouched by human hands. The US has designated
wilderness areas, set aside to protect them from human encroachment. But the wilderness in our gospel reading is a
different sort.
The
word “wild” forms the basis for our word “wilderness,” but not so the word in
our gospel. It speaks of deserted, desolate places. It describes deserts and
the barren wilderness where Israel and
Moses wandered for forty years, surviving only because God provided manna for food.
John
the Baptist is not some back to nature guy, living in a remote area where we
might want to go hiking. He is grizzled prophet, living on the margins of
society, where life is precarious,. Why would anyone go out there to see him?
Israel
had an interesting relationship with wilderness.
It was a hostile, inhospitable and dangerous place, yet it was also the place
where God had given the Law and had been with Israel most concretely. And so
when Israel was worried or hoped for God to intervene, they sometimes turned
toward the wilderness, where their
ancestors had once experienced God more directly than seemed possible for them.
I
don’t know that we Americans have anything comparable, anyplace where we turn
our gaze, longing for some sign that God may be stirring. This time of year we do
turn our gaze toward Christmas, but I’m not sure it’s because we hope for signs
of God about to do something. If anything, Christmas becomes a balm, a
distraction, a respite, one we don’t expect to last much beyond the new year.
John
the Baptist is something of an intrusion into our Christmas preparations. He
breaks into the warmth and nostalgia to insists that God is stirring, and that
we must change if we are to be part of it. Sure, John. Whatever.
I
doubt I would have gone to see John. We may live in worrisome, difficult times,
but I’m not much expecting God to intervene. I’m even less inclined to think I
need to repent, to change because of my part in how things are. No, I probably
would have stayed in Jerusalem.