The story starts with John, at least for Luke. John the Baptist, that is. Luke, the history writer, starts his narrative not with the coming of Jesus but with the coming of John. And now these relatives, Jesus and John, are well into their lives. In fact, in their early thirties, they are almost done with their lives.
John is in prison and sends a couple of his followers to find out what is happening with Jesus, to be sure that things are as he predicted. At the end of his life, John wants to be sure that he hasn’t wasted it.
Jesus sends the message back: I’m doing what you predicted and what Isaiah predicted. It’s all good.
John’s concern is a familiar one, even for many people tonight. They have already bought their presents, confident that they know what was wanted. But now, when it’s almost too late, they want to be sure. It’s the night before the wedding, is this right? You are ready to change careers, to change jobs, to take a plunge. And you are sure, but….
Or maybe, you are sharing the same concern John had: Is Jesus really who everything seems to say He is?
And what Jesus says to John’s followers, he says to us: Go and tell what you have seen and heard.
Merry Christmas.
I’ve been looking at the people who were expecting Jesus. In the town of Nain there was a person who wasn’t expecting him at all. But her lack of expectation didn’t stop Jesus from helping.
Levi had a pretty good job, at least financially. He collected taxes.
What do we do? How can we help? When we have friends who are in the middle of pain and suffering, when we have friends who have no way to get to Jesus for healing because of the crowds, what do we do? I mean, we can’t heal anyone ourselves. We can’t take away the pain and the doubt and the uncertainty and the paralysis.
We look down on beggars. We figure that they are people who couldn’t get control of themselves, who couldn’t find socially acceptable ways to live. We ignore them if we can. We turn our eyes away. We drop a quarter in the bucket at Christmas, hoping that the beggar with the bell will stop ringing in our hearts.
“But because you say so, I will let down the nets.”
A shore can make a great amphitheater. Not the kind that is sand for a thousand feet, not a beach, but a shore. Kind of rocky, hill creating a bowl, that kind of shore. And so, with that kind of shore in mind, it is possible to imagine a crowd listening to Jesus as he was standing on the shore, speaking.
It’s okay to hide.
Jesus had boundaries.
I am aware of the dangers of authority, or perhaps more accurately, of authoritarianism. There is a tremendous danger in rigidity, in rejection of individuality, in rampant conformity.