Sermon manuscript for Green Lake Church of Seventh-day Adventists
For December 3, 2016
An individual bone
is a thing of beauty. A skull is captivating. We can study the
intricacies of the interlocking bones, trace the openings for nerves
and blood vessels that nourished the living animal.
But a pile of bones
becomes depressing. We begin to feel the weight of death. And a vast
plain littered with a jumble of bones? It is a horror. It tugs at our
eyes. We are compelled to see it. But it repulses our hearts. Why?
How? When? What shrieking pain? What ocean of grief?
The prophet Ezekiel
saw a vision of a vast plain littered with bones, like the American
plains after the buffalo exterminators had rampaged through and
vultures and time had had their way. Bleached, jumbled bones.
It was a bleak,
heart-breaking vista. (See Ezekiel 37)
“Ezekiel,” the
heavenly voice calls, “can these bones live again?”
The answer is, of
course, not. But Ezekiel is a prophet and he knows that both in
dreams and with God everything is possible, so he responds with a
very diplomatic, “Lord, you alone know.”
So God tells the prophet, “Prophesy to these bones. Tell them,
'Bones, O dry bones, hear the word of the LORD. This is what God
says, “Behold, I will cause breath to enter into you, and you will
live. I will wrap you with sinews and muscles. I will cover you with
skin, and put breath into you, and you will live. Then you will know
that I am the Lord.”'”
The prophet spoke as
he was commanded. The bones rattled themselves together. Sinews and
muscles grew themselves around the skeletons then were covered with
skin. As a final act, the prophet called on the breath of God to blow
into these beautiful bodies and the wind came and the bodies became
people. The valley of dry bones became a parade ground of a vast
triumphant army.
Then God speaks
again to the prophet. In my imagination, God speaks in a whisper,
bending close to the prophet's ear:
Son of man, these bones are the whole house of Israel. You know what
they say: We are wasted to nothing but dry bones. All our hope is
lost. Our bones are dried, and our hope is lost. We have come to
nothing. That is what they say.
But this is
what I say: O my people, I will open your
graves. I will bring you again into the promised land. I will put my
spirit in you, and you will live. I will settled you back in your own
land. Then you will know that I am the Lord.
A bit of historical
context will give even richer meaning to these words: Centuries
earlier the Jewish people had split in a civil war. The northern
kingdom, with their capital at Samaria, is commonly called Israel.
The southern kingdom, with Jerusalem as its capital was called Judah.
The Jewish people
were split in two. Then the northern kingdom, the nation called
Israel, the nation with the larger population was captured by
Assyria. The population was deported and completely disappeared from
history. Evaporated. Gone. Extinct. It was a devastating loss. The
only thing that eased the sense of loss among the people in Jerusalem
is that they could tell themselves that those Jews up north, those
Israelites, were not real Jews. Those people up there are them—not
us. And while it's understandable why God would allow that to happen
to them, it could never happen to us. We have God's promise that our
kingdom, our royal line will endure forever.
But now, a hundred
fifty years later, Judah was staring at the same fate—extinction.
Their capital city, Jerusalem was a pile of rubble. The vast majority
of the Jewish people lived in various locations scattered across the
empire of Babylon. Ezekiel himself, the prophet, did not live in “the
holy land” or Palestine. He lived in town on the Chebar River in
the realm of Babylon. There was no more Jewish “nation.” It
appeared they, too, were headed for extinction.
It was against that
backdrop that Ezekiel wrote his vision of the Dry Bones. Can dry
bones live? Is there any hope of life in a sea of disarticulated
skeletons? A sea of bones picked clean by vultures, washed by the
rain, bleached by the sun. Is there any hope? I suppose you could
convert them into bone meal for fertilizer? Can dry bones live? No,
not in the ordinary course of things. Can dry bones live?Yes, if God
does something out of the ordinary.
And the hope of the
prophets has always been that God will do something out of the
ordinary.
This is the heart of
prophecy throughout the Jewish scriptures. The ancient Jewish writers
recognized human frailty and evil. They understood our susceptibility
to the seductions of greed and vengeance, the idolatry of wealth and
power. The prophets know that individuals and societies sometimes
take themselves down. Over and over and over and over the prophets
rebuked those in power, the priests and royalty and wealthy and
powerful for their abuse of office. The prophets challenged them to
use their power to partner with God in caring for the lowly ones.
The prophets
acknowledged that goodness was unlikely. The seductions were too
enchanting, too deceptive. The allure would prove irresistible and
doom would happen. Things would spiral down. Dark days. Night would
come.
Yes. But this was
not the last word. God would work a grand reversal. God would bring
his people back from darkness. God would cure his people of their
infatuation with power and narrowly enjoyed wealth. God would create
righteous hearts among his people. Dry bones would live. The valley
of dry bones would become the marching ground of the heavenly band.
Hope was the last
word. God would make it happen.
This same prophetic
rhythm plays through all the prophets of the Old Testament. Humans
would fail. Humans would yield to the seductive allure of bullies and
idols. The holy civilization would collapse. But that would not be
the last word. God would change things.
Swords would be
beaten into plowshares.
Every family would
have its own pleasant home, its own flourishing fig tree, its own
peaceable neighborhood.
This would happen,
not because people finally got it. The prophets did not imagine that
we would learn from our mistakes. No, the prophets' bold hope was
that God would change the course of history. God would reshape
humanity. Peace would reign because God would reign.
We make the most
sense of the story of Jesus when we keep this prophetic heritage in
mind. The first Christians were sure that Jesus was the heavenly
agent who would accomplish this change of history. Jesus was the
embodiment of the hope of the prophetic visions. Jesus was the one
who would change dry bones into a living people.
With this in mind
let's read again the words of our New Testament reading.
This is how Jesus the Messiah was born. His mother, Mary, was engaged
to be married to Joseph. But before the marriage took place, while
she was still a virgin, she became pregnant through the power of the
Holy Spirit.
Joseph, her fiancé, was a good man and did not want to disgrace her
publicly, so he decided to break the engagement quietly. As he
considered this, an angel of the Lord appeared to him in a dream.
"Joseph, son of David," the angel said, "do not be
afraid to take Mary as your wife. For the child within her was
conceived by the Holy Spirit. And she will have a son, and you are to
name him Jesus, for he will save his people from their sins."
All of this occurred to fulfill the Lord's message through his
prophet: "Look! The virgin will conceive a child! She will give
birth to a son, and they will call him Immanuel, which means 'God is
with us.'" Matthew 1:18-24
Jesus was the
fulfillment of the prophetic hope: God would enter humanity. God
would change humanity.
This is the center
of our holy civilization. We believe Jesus is the future of what it
means to be human. Jesus is what God looks like when God walks among
us.
When God comes among
us, the lame walk, the blind see, the hungry eat, the poor rejoice,
the foreigner finds welcome, the wealthy find delight in generosity,
the wise find pleasure in teaching, the holy are know for their
loving.
This much is
exhortation. It is direction for us as we shape the culture of this
Holy City, the church. We are a City of Hope. Our public face is hope. We believe goodness will triumph. We help one another hope. When the weight of death and sickness, injustice and disaster overwhelms one or another of us, the rest of us, the community stubbornly persists in hope. Hope is central in our culture. Hope helps to define us. We are people of hope.
We hope that Jesus
will, indeed, ultimately have his way. We believe wars will cease. We
believe the broken will be made whole. In our worship—both in our
music and in our spoken word—we affirm over and over and over
again.
The dry bones will
live.
God's spirit will
triumph.
Love and justice
will flourish.
Our future is
correctly pictured as a sunlit verdant plain, populated as far as the
eye can see by happy, holy, healthy people. This is our hope. Now and
always.
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