Don't Give up on Hope

 

We're starting a new church year with a Gospel focus on Luke. And as always the first Gospel reading is one that sets a scene of a people living with uncertainty and things falling apart around them. 

What timing for us as we face a world that is turning toward authoritarianism and anti-democratic "norms." 

Thankfully, the Gospel...as dire as it sounds...also is a story of Hope and of Love that overcomes all attempts to kill it. May that be the thing that we look to in these upcoming years.

Text: Luke 21: 25-36

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Happy Church New Year!

And welcome to Advent…a season of waiting and preparing for the coming of birth of Jesus.

We’re moving on from hearing stories from the Gospel of Mark…and turning our focus to the Gospel of Luke…with the usual smatterings of lessons from John as well.

Luke’s account of the life and ministry of Jesus is very orderly…and directed mostly to the newly arrived Gentiles into the faith in ancient times.

Luke also is a Gospel for the underdogs: caring for women, children, the sick and the poor are important to Luke…and they are the central characters in Jesus’s healings as told in this Gospel.

And since caring for widows and orphans and the downtrodden and destitute were commands made of Jews…once again…we must remember that Jesus is giving us a perfect demonstration of how to live as a faithful Jew.

His chief mission was not to start a church…but as Bishop Michael Curry says…Jesus was about starting a movement…to recapture the imagination of the Jewish population.

Unlike Mark…the writer of Luke’s Gospel was not a first-hand witness to Jesus. 

Luke follows most of Mark’s story…and adds some color and gives more examples of Jesus’s teachings in the form of parables.

As I like to say…Luke is a little bit like the Rogers and Hammerstein of the Gospels.

There are moments where something big happens in the story… so big that the characters must burst into song.

Now …that didn’t happen in today’s Gospel.

And if it did…I imagine it would not be a sweet and uplifting tune like the Magnificat.

Today’s Gospel would more likely be set to some screaming death metal guitars or a punk rock anthem.

“Signs in the sun…moon…stars…nations confused…roaring seas…powers of heaven shaken.”

If we’re having some déjà vu…it’s because this is the same “Little Apocalypse” language we heard two weeks ago as we were finishing Mark’s Gospel.

And for the original hearers of this message back in the First Century…they were a people who were feeling and reeling from cataclysmic events that had left them shaken. The attempted uprising against the Roman Empire had resulted in the destruction of the Temple in Jerusalem for a second time…and the people had scattered in fear. To them…their world was crashing all-around them…and the promised return of Jesus…the Messiah…hadn’t happened as predicted.

We may not be able to relate to that sort of worldview…sitting here in 20-24 America. 

Or maybe we can understand it…in our own context.

Think of what it was like when Hurricane Idalia swept through the area.

Large branches and whole trees came down on homes and cars.

Power was out for a period of time.

All of it causing the headaches of finding roofers…and tree removal companies…and adjusters.

And then…just as things were coming back to something more normal…there was the overnight hours of Hurricane Helene this September…a storm that was initially forecast to be much further east of Valdosta.

More trees crashing into homes…blocking streets…the whole landscape of Valdosta State’s main entrance off North Patterson Street showed that nature had decided to clear cut the campus forest.

Power poles all around the area were snapped in two.

So many were without electricity for days and weeks.

Even the people in the higher elevations in the Carolinas were not spared as Helene’s rains wiped out whole areas with mudslides.

And all this coming after living through the COVID pandemic which seems to have left everyone more irritable and impatient than they were before 2020.

With wars overseas…and our anger-fueled politics in this country causing us to become the Divided States of America…maybe we can tap into those fears that our biblical ancestors were experiencing when the Roman Empire was trampling them down.

And that’s where it becomes important to hear again Jesus saying…”raise up your heads…your redemption is near…because even when heaven and earth pass away…my words will not pass away.”

Just as the prophet Isaiah offered comfort to the exiles returning from Babylon…Jesus is saying to the disciples of then…AND now… if we experience feeling as if the tectonic plates of our lives are shifting… hang on to my words… my love… my peace… my hope.

That’s what we need to always keep in front of our eyes.

It’s no mistake then…that on this First Sunday of Advent… as we hear disquieting words of people fainting from fear and foreboding of what is coming…we are lighting a candle for hope.   

This hope is the promise that nothing…not death…not rulers…not things present or things to come…or any powers…will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus (Romans 8:38-39).

It’s this hope burning like the flame on that candle that represents a light so powerful that no darkness can overcome it (John 1:5).

People will try.

There are always going to be those who push fear and attempt to snuff out that powerful fire of Love by cutting people down…and telling them the lies that they don’t matter…that our lives aren’t worth anything.

But hope is always there to remind us that if God loved the birds and the bees and the lilies in the field…then guess what: God loves you and me even more!

This is same hope that the 20^th century theologian Howard Thurman found as the source of encouragement in the face of the racism and white supremacy in the country during his days.

Thurman understood that it was the hope found in the life of Jesus…who stood up to the hypocrisy and cruelty of the systems that existed in the First Century…that pointed the way for all those who have ever felt like their backs were against the wall.

By drawing upon that hope…anyone who has ever felt like one of the left behinds or forgotten could keep their light shining within their heart.

Because ordering one’s inner life around the teachings of Jesus provided that outer shell of protection from the furious fearful winds kicked up by those committed to darkness.

And that’s the key here to hope…

We must pay attention and order our inner lives…and focus on that sixth sense that tells us God is with us…God is living and breathing through us. And God is never far from us or leaving us to fend for ourselves.

Stick close to that source of light and hope…and make room in your hearts for the mercy and love of God to be your guide through this season and beyond.

In the name of our One Holy and Undivided Trinity.