Wednesday, December 29, 2021

Beautiful Feet Announcing the Great Belonging

 Sermon preached on Christmas Day at St. Thomas' Church, Bath, New York:  Isaiah 52:7-10; John 1:1-14.

You can listen to this sermon here.

How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of the messenger who announces peace, who brings good news, who announces salvation, who says to Zion, “Your God reigns.”

           Ah! Those beautiful feet!  They make all the difference.  Really, they do.

           The sentinels have been watching, perhaps for a very, very long time.  Watching and waiting for some good news.  Perhaps they had heard a rumor that the reign of Babylon was coming to an end. But, of course, rumors can be wrong.

           Then thy spy what they have longed for: those beautiful feet:  feet that are running to share the news, with a gait that can only mean this news is good.

           And it is that:  News of peace, news that is good, news of salvation (“liberation” might be the better word here), news that what has been in doubt has now been displaced.  God is not lost. Gad has not abandoned. God reigns.

           But what does that mean?  What does God’s reign of peace and liberation mean?  Let’s search for clues in John’s magnificent poem about the incarnation.

 In the beginning was the Word . . .

           John uses his words carefully here, pun intended.  “The Word” is meant to appeal to Jew and the Gentiles of the Greco-Roman world alike.

           For Jews “in the beginning” is an echo of Genesis chapter one, which begins in the same way.  This is a beginning.  And the use of “the Word” would remind a faithful Jew of Psalm 33:6, “By the word of the Lord were the heavens made.”  Even more importantly, “Word” would have reminded them of the commandments at the heart of who they were:  The Ten Commandments, which, in Hebrew are literally “The Ten Words.”

           For the Graeco-Roman world, the Word in Greek was logos, long used in Greek philosophy to speak of the universal principle at the heart life, that which gave order to the world.

           So ,in the first six words of this poem, John has reached out to both Jew and Gentile and brought them together.  This is the essence of peace:  to bring together disparate parts, disparate peoples.  In a divided world, John wishes to announce a starting over.

           And this gets carried out in the rest of his poem.  “In [the Word] was life, and the life was the light of all people.”  All people.  This had been a dream of the Jewish prophets, especially Isaiah.  “You will be a light to the nations,” he had said.  “Let all nations gather together.”  It had not been a popular message. The notion of God as the God of Israel alone had persisted.  But John says in his poem now is the time.

           John then speaks of “the true light which enlightens everyone was coming into the world.” And he comes with power as a gift to become children of God, with the one caveat:  you do have to say “yes” to this vision.  It can be refused and, human beings being, well, human, John knows it will be refused. There will be men and women who chose the darkness instead of the light.

           But they will have to work hard at it, because the light is not going anywhere.  The darkness cannot defeat it.  The darkness cannot even understand the light, a notion that is present in the Greek verb here.

           And finally, this Word was made flesh and lived among us. Again, the words are carefully chosen.  “Made flesh,” not “took on” flesh like putting on a costume.  This was a matter of actual creation, real flesh.  And he not just “lived” among us (a poor translation):  he “pitched a tent” among us.  He became our neighbor.

           John’s vision is of a great drawing together, a great belonging, a transformation of people and nations into a new humanity that lives by neighborliness, that lives knowing that all people are more alike than they are different, because they have all been given the power to be children of God:  as the Book of Revelation says, “From every tribe, and language, and people, and nation.”

           Now you do not have to think hard, or even be a pessimist or a cynic, to know that this is not the world we live in.  Oh, we all get glimpses of this great belonging from time to time, and thanks be to God for that.  But division is too often the order of the day.

           And we are living at a time when the vision of the Great Division is threatening the vision of the Great Belonging.  And there are powers at work—those evil powers we renounce at our baptism—who are calling the darkness light and the light darkness, who call division good news and belonging bad news.

           And among these people are may who claim to follow Jesus, who see him as the great divider between good and evil, only their personal understanding of good and evil.

           This may not seem like much of a Christmas sermon, but it is the vision of Christmas, that night we say that heaven and earth were joined in that cowshed in Bethlehem.

           Christmas does not just comfort us, bring us momentary joy. Christmas calls us to make a difference in the world, as we to are called to be the light that shines in the darkness and the Word made flesh, carriers of the Holy Spirit, the gift of our baptism.

           We have hard work to do to bring good news to the world. News of peace. News that is singularly good. News of liberation and salvation. News that there is a God who reigns, whose very name is Love.

           I’ll close with a poem from Howard Thurman, one of the great preachers of the 20th century, who describes the message our beautiful feet are to carry as we announce the Great Belonging:

 When the song of the angels is stilled,

When the star in the sky is gone,

When the kings and princes are home,

When the shepherds are back with their flock,

The work of Christmas begins:

To find the lost,

To heal the broken,

To feed the hungry,

To release the prisoner,

To rebuild the nations,

To bring peace among brothers [and sisters],

To make music in the heart.[1]



[1]In Howard Thurman, The Mood of Christmas (Richmond, Indiana: Friends United Press, 1985), p. 23.

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