Luke 2:1-20
December 23/24, 2014 (Christmas Candlelight) • Portage First UMC
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It began with a walk and a promise. “If you walk with me,” he had told them, “I will provide all that you need.” He had given them life, after all. They were his most prized creations. And all his heart longed for was to be with them, to walk with them, to have them draw near to him. He wanted them to love him as much as he loved them. And, for a time, they were close, all three of them. But then, one evening, when he showed up in the usual spot for their walk, they were nowhere to be found. “Where are you?” he called out, though he knew, just as he knew what had happened. But he wanted them to come to him. After all, he had kept his promise, while they had not. And after a time, both the man and the woman came out of hiding, admitting that they had broken the one promise they had made to him, the one request he had made of them. And he knew that, from that moment on, something would have to be done, something drastic, to fix the brokenness that these first two had created. “Don’t worry,” he told them. “In good time, I will send someone who will destroy the evil that has been created today. I promise that I will do this.”
And the years passed. The decades passed. Centuries passed. And he continued to make promises. To a man named Abraham, he promised that, if Abraham would walk with him, he would make Abraham’s name great and bless all nations through Abraham’s family. To another man named Moses, he promised he would rescue the people who were in slavery if Moses would allow himself to be led, to stand up to evil. And a young shepherd boy named David, the runt of the litter, a scrawny little boy no one gave much thought to, received a promise that, if he remained faithful, not only would he become king, but his family would remain on the throne forever. None of these people were chosen because they were perfect. They were chosen because, despite their many flaws, they set their hearts on remaining faithful to their God. That’s what God was looking for, a heart set on faithfulness.
And so he sent prophets and preachers who would not only speak the truth about the people’s situation when they wandered away, when they became less than faithful. They would also make promises. One man, named Hosea, lived out a parable. He married an unfaithful woman, a prostitute, and when she wandered away from him, he bought her back. Hosea echoed the heart of the one who called him when he said, “How can I give you up? How can I hand you over?” (Hosea 11:8). Another preacher reminded the people of what had been true since the beginning, that their creator wanted to walk with them—he wanted to live among them, to be their God and for them to be his people (Leviticus 26:11-12). Still another, centuries later, repeated the promise from the beginning when he said that God would “remove the sin of this land in a single day” (Zechariah 3:9). And then there was that final promise. One last word of reminder from a prophet whose writing is clear at the end of our Old Testament. Malachi told the people that the Lord, the one they were seeking, the one who would make all the promises of the past many centuries come true, would, one day, suddenly come to his temple. He would refine and purify the people, and Malachi wondered if anyone would survive (Malachi 3:1-3; cf. Card, The Promise, pg. 6).
And then…nothing. For four hundred years, nothing. No prophet. No preacher. No word from God. No more promises. Four hundred years of silence. Four hundred years of people hearing the same promises repeated over and over again and wondering, “When?” When will these things happen? When will God make good on the promises he made all the way back in the beginning, the promises he made during those walks he took with Adam and Eve? When? The rabbis had no answer. The priests had no clear direction. Four hundred years of silence. Can you imagine?
One day, a priest who lived in a little town outside of Jerusalem, reported to the Temple for his assigned time of service, and he was chosen to be the one who would go into the Holy of Holies—the most sacred place in the Temple—to present the offerings. He was dressed carefully, and the curtain was pulled back while he entered. Everything had to be “just so.” The attention to detail in the ritual was meant to be evidence of their faithfulness to God. And so, as Zechariah began the ritual, he looked up and saw a luminous being waiting on him. An angel. One named Gabriel, he was told. And Gabriel told Zechariah that he and his wife, Elizabeth, were going to have a son. They had longed for children for so long, but now both of them were well past normal childbearing years. Even so, Gabriel said, you will have a son and Medicare will pick up the hospital bill. But since Zechariah did not believe the angel, he was going to be made mute until the boy was born. Oh, and one more thing, Zechariah, the angel said. God is about to do something amazing. All those promises you’ve read and pondered? Yeah, he’s about the keep all those. Because that’s what he does. He is faithful, you see. God keeps his promises.
So while Zechariah is pondering all of that and decorating the nursery, Gabriel had one more stop to make. He shows up in Nazareth, a nine days’ journey north of Jerusalem (Hamilton, The Journey, pg. 65). Of course, Gabriel didn’t have to walk it, and in fact he didn’t actually go there until six months later. There he found a young woman who was engaged but not yet married. Her name was Mary, and he gave her one more promise: “You will conceive and give birth to a son, and you are to call him Jesus. He will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High. The Lord God will give him the throne of his father David…his kingdom will never end” (Luke 1:31-33). Just a short while later, her husband-to-be, Joseph, was given a similar promise, including being told what to name the baby: Jesus. The name was important. It wasn’t a unique name in that time, by any means, but it had a powerful meaning, especially for this baby. The angel told Joseph the name would remind people that God had come to save them from their sins (Matthew 1:21). God had come to rescue. That promise that was made all the way back at the beginning to repair the brokenness of the world? That promise of rescue and salvation made to Moses? That promise of an everlasting kingdom made to David? All of that is finally coming true. All of the promises are about to be fulfilled, through you, Mary. And with your help, Joseph. Everyone will know once and for all that God is, above all else, faithful. God keeps his promise, for Christmas is about the keeping of a promise.
Maybe no one realized that more than a few lowly shepherds, gathered on a hillside outside of Bethlehem one cool evening. They were gathered in the fields because it was lambing season; that was the only time of year they had to be out in the fields all night, waiting for the new lambs to be born. But it’s not like they had very many other places else to be. Shepherds were the lowest of the low. They were on the bottom rung of Jewish society, not allowed to testify in court, or participate in the religious life of the synagogue (cf. Card 46). Their job kept them perpetually unclean, unfit for worship—and the irony of that, at least for these Bethlehem shepherds, is that they were probably raising the lambs that would be used in the worship and the sacrifices at the Temple. Their lambs could go to worship, but they could not. They were the forgotten, the ignored, the despised, the untrusted; the only ones they could really depend on were each other.
Even so, they knew the promises. They shared the hopes of the rest of their people. They also remembered that David had been a shepherd, just like them. I wonder at what point the glow of the angel outshone the glow of the fire enough for them to notice that something was going on? Something extraordinary. Something no shepherd had ever encountered before. An angel was visiting them and—what was he saying? Something about a baby who was Messiah, Savior, and Lord? Good news? This was not the news they had been waiting on. All the folks who seemed in the know had always said the Messiah would come in power, in glory. He would ride in on a white horse and destroy the Romans and all those who had abused Israel. They had said God would throw out the powerful and in a single day take care of all the ruin and the brokenness and the sin in their people. And now the angel is talking about a baby? Born in a feeding trough? And yet, the angel (and the ones who showed up shortly after) were insistent: in that baby, God was somehow coming to keep his promises. The baby was evidence that God is faithful.
I wonder if any of those shepherds were around some thirty years later when, on a hill not far from where they were camped that night, this baby would carry his own cross up a hill, a cruel hill named Calvary, Golgotha, the place of the skull. I wonder if any of them might have been in the crowd, or perhaps they were out with their sheep and wondered what the commotion was outside the walls of Jerusalem. You see, on that day, thirty years and just a few miles from where he was born, this baby, now a man, would give his life in order to somehow save humanity from their sins. On that single day, God dealt with all the sin of the world because when that man cried, “It is finished,” a promise, made at the foundation of the world, was kept.
Christmas is about the keeping of a promise (cf. Renfroe, Under Wraps, pg. 71). For all of those centuries from the beginning of time until Bethlehem, having faith meant waiting—waiting for the promises of God to come true. But, in that moment, in a manger in a backwater town, faith came to mean following (cf. Card 6). When the promise was kept, when God proved faithful, what other choice is there but to follow wherever he leads? Well, of course, there is a choice, just as there was a choice all the way back in the garden with Adam and Eve. The choice is to follow, or not. To respond to God’s faithfulness by being faithful to him or by being unfaithful. To believe or not. We come this night to celebrate the keeping of a promise, to worship the one who kept his promise even when it might have been tempting to just walk away from us…from the world…from everything he had created and just start over. If I had been God, I might have done that. But he did not, because he loves us. In spite of our rejection and our rebellion and our sin, he loves us. That’s why he came. That’s why the baby was born.
It’s an amazing thing to see faithfulness like that in this world. It seems to be increasingly rare, but there have been many instances where I’ve witnessed faithfulness that reflects the heart of God, promises kept that could have been ignored. I know a woman who, fifteen or so years ago, was in a car accident, and for all these years she has never quite recovered. But her parents refused to give up. When others might have told them it was useless, they kept encouraging her, visiting with her, believing that she could get better and stronger. They made a promise to their daughter, and they were not going to break that promise. I’ve watched several of you sit by bedsides of spouses who were going through great difficulty—whether from an accident or an illness or a disability, and you’ve stayed right there, faithful, even to the end. Friends who have been with you through your most difficult times, who sometimes become closer than family. Promises made and promises kept—and as great and wonderful and powerful as those experiences are, they’re still nothing compared to the faithfulness of God toward us, demonstrated throughout the centuries. Paul put it this way: “If we are faithless, he remains faithful, for he cannot disown himself” (2 Timothy 2:13). Christmas is about a God who is faithful, a God who keeps his promises.
Tonight, we gather in this place to light candles, to sing and to celebrate God’s unwavering faithfulness, demonstrated in the birth of a baby. But even before we sing of his birth, we remember his death. I know some folks struggle with that. I had a lady several years ago tell me she simply did not want to think about his death on the night of his birth. But it’s always been true that in the background of the manger is a cross. Jesus did not come for any other reason than to give his life as a ransom for our sin, to keep the Father’s promise to deal with the sin of the world in a single day. So even as we kneel at the manger, we stand before the cross, knowing that ultimately in the death and resurrection of this baby from Bethlehem, we experience the faithful God. My prayer for you, for every one of you this night, is that you know his faithfulness, that you know him, and that you have allowed him to come in and change your life. Most of all, my prayer for you, as we come to the table tonight, is that you have learned you can trust him, for he is, above all else, faithful.