After Christmas

Sermon manuscript for Sabbath, December 31, 2017

OT: Isaiah 40:1-5
NT:  Luke 2:25-38

There was an old priest in Jerusalem named Simeon. He was just and devout, a genuinely good man and intensely spiritual.

His whole life he had lived with a lively anticipation of the coming of the Messiah. He carried in himself the longing and expectation of his people. For a thousand years his people had been hoping for the break of dawn, the launch of a new day.

The day when swords would be regarded as mere raw material for better things.
Lions and lambs would happily pasture together.
Courts would become trustworthy instruments of righteous judgment.
Money would be an instrument of peace.
Righteousness would be the very air people breathed.
Democrats and Republicans would bow together in devotion to goodness and beauty.
Illness would be cured.
Disability would be converted into magical new strengths and skills.
Depression and bi-polar disorder would be transformed into dazzling powers of sensitivity and creativity.
Addictions would morph into sweet, healthy hungers and achievements.

For a thousand years Simeon's people had tasted the hard edge of reality and had cultivated the sweet taste of the Messianic vision. For much of his life Simeon had participated in this communal longing and hope. Then at some point in his hours of prayer and contemplation, a heavenly voice had assured him he was going to experience it in his life time. “You are going to see it,” the Voice said.  “You will live to see the face of the Messiah.”

It was reason enough to get up out of bed on bad mornings. It kept him going when grief and calamity weighed heavy. As he got older, his mind wandered more and more frequently to the promise. Was it for real? Would he really see the Messiah?

Then came the divine nudge. Go to the temple. Today. Now. And Simeon went.

There in the temple he spotted Joseph and Mary and Jesus. Jesus' parents had brought their baby to be circumcised and dedicated to God. Approaching the family, the old priest took Jesus in his arms and lifting his face toward heaven, said,

“Take me, God. I'm ready to go. I am rich enough, now, for an entire life time. You have kept your promise. I have seen the dawn of the day which will brighten the face of all humanity

A shining sun for the Gentiles,
A gleaming splendor for your people Israel.

For the old priest, this brief encounter in the temple was the crowning experience of his entire life. And we—the church, the people sometimes called Christians, the people shaped by the Gospel—we hear the words of Simeon and say, “Amen. Yes, it is so. Messiah is born. Dawn has begun infiltrating the dark.

The old man was not loony. He was not oblivious to facts. In his words to the parents of Jesus he mentioned the heartbreaking fall of many. He warned Mary that her own soul would be pierced, as in stabbed, sliced, lacerated. Between this sweet moment in the temple, between this first glimmer of dawn, and the final extinction of darkness and evil, there was a long stretch. Simeon knew it and spoke of it. But he refused to allow the facts of evil and pain to obscure the glory of the counter truth. There was a hint of light on the eastern horizon and it portended the approach of noon day sun.

It is the same with us. We have just spent a season of celebration of the birth of Jesus. Joy to the world. Peace. Love. The beginning of the inexorable triumph of goodness. All this glory resident in the baby born in a manger 2000 years ago.

Now we look toward the new year. Our moment in the temple with Baby Jesus is over and we are back in the real world. There may be the glimmer of dawn on the eastern horizon, but here in our neighborhood the world is still haunted by darkness.

A few weeks ago, Pastor Mika asked me, “How ya doing?” It wasn't a formality. He was probing. So I told him the truth. “Terrible.”
“Anything I can do to help?” he asked.
“No,” I replied. “Not unless you can fix the universe.”

Maybe it's just because we are in the dark months, with short days and skies heavy with dark clouds, but I have been feeling the weight we carry as a congregation. We have sons and daughters who are breaking our hearts. They have such rich potential. We can see their skills, their abilities, their capabilities, if only . . .  If only they could find a way out of their addiction. If only they could escape the seductive allure of some ideology, some theology, some sparkly attraction that is short-circuiting their glorious potential. We hope until hope seems utterly fanciful and cruelly deceptive. But how can we not hope when it's our kids?

We watch our parents decline. It's never pretty. Sometimes it seems just plain cruel, like God or the universe is toying with our loved one like a cat toys with a mouse.

Right now, some of us are dealing with weird, mysterious disabilities and ailments. Moms and dads are exhausted with the care and exhausted with the search for answers, for diagnoses, for treatments, for cures.

Some of us have close connections with far away places where the cry of human need is even sharper than it is here in our favored place, places where human need shrieks and moans. Bombs and starvation, economic collapse with all the misery in every other area of life that goes along with it.

The sword pierces our own souls. Also.

This is true. It is factual.

It is against this backdrop that we come to church and rehearse the words of the old priest. With him we declare,

We have seen the dawn of the day which will brighten the face of all humanity
A shining sun for all nations.

The Christmas holiday may be past, but we will not forget the birth. We will not relinquish our faith that in the birth of Jesus of Nazareth the entire cosmos has been altered. Dawn is creeping up the eastern sky. As people of the light we have seen and bear witness. We bear witness to this glorious truth even when our souls are pierced. Maybe especially when our souls are pierced.

This is the grand central conviction of our worship.

Tuesday of this week I visited with someone who is engaged in an intense spiritual search. At some point we talked about devotional practices and as we talked I understood more clearly than ever the difference between prayer on the one hand and meditation and worship on the other. Both are important, but they are not the same.

When I described my meditation practice, my friend responded by talking about the twin elements of prayer—petition or asking—and thanksgiving. But neither of those are accurately describe what I was talking about.

I used my favorite food to illustrate.

When Karin went to Europe a few years ago to travel around with our daughter, our friend Gerry begged her to bring him some chocolate. He is allergic to chocolate produced in the US, but he can eat European chocolate. Hence his petition.

Karin brought home some good chocolate for Gerry. Gerry thanked her.

Both the asking and the thanking were entirely appropriate—even necessary. But if all Gerry did was ask and thank, he would be a deeply impoverished man. Imagine, he's holding some of Europe's finest chocolate and he's talking. He goes on and on and on about how grateful he is. Gerry likes to talk, but I know there is something Gerry likes even more than talking. And that is chocolate. So at some point in his long thanksgiving, I tell him. “Gerry, quit talking and eat your chocolate!”

This is what we do in meditation and worship. We taste the delicious promise of God. We savor the conviction that day has dawned. Darkness is doomed. God will triumph. Love will win. In worship and meditation we enjoy the day, we bask in the favor and promise of God.

As we enter the New Year, I encourage us to make time regularly, daily if at all possible, to savor the truth spoken by the old priest in the temple 2000 years ago. The birth of Jesus is the beginning of the triumphant march of goodness. The values Jesus lived and taught will some day displace grasping individualism. Some day power will be used only for good. God guarantees it. Let this conviction permeate our entire being. Let it sound louder in our souls than the clamor and rancor so common around us.

Every week let's celebrate afresh the truth that Christmas is the beginning of the world God is building. Christmas is the dawn of the world that holds our hearts and orders our lives.

City of Love

Sermon manuscript for Green Lake Church of Seventh-day Adventists
For Sabbath, December 24, 2016

Jeremiah 31:1-6
Matthew 1:18-23

The gospel of Matthew begins with the grandfather of the Hebrew faith, Abraham.

Abraham was the father of Isaac.
Isaac was the father of Jacob.

The genealogy continues through fifty-two generations, concluding

Jacob was the father of Joseph, the husband of Mary. Mary gave birth to Jesus, who is called the Messiah.

Jesus, the son of Abraham.
Jesus, the son of Jewish kings. Jesus, the son of a Canaanite prostitute.
Jesus, the son of David. Jesus, the son of Ruth, a beautiful, virtuous Moabite.
Jesus, the son of Mary.

Jesus the Messiah.

Jesus, the hoped-for champion of virtue and lowly people.
Jesus, the Servant of God, the instrument of divine will.

Jesus Immanuel.

As we heard in our Gospel reading this morning:

She will give birth to a son,
and they will call him Immanuel,
which means ‘God is with us.

In the person of this little human being, God became visible, palpable. God came close. It is the testimony of the church that if you picked up this baby and squeezed it in a tight embrace, you would be squeezing the sweetness of God. If, three decades later, you followed Jesus of Nazareth around with a video camera, the Youtube videos of prodigious healings that you would upload would be videos of the healing power and presence of God. Your videos of mesmerizing preaching would be videos of the words of God. You videos of hostility to Jesus would be videos of hostility to God.

Jesus was and is Immanuel. God with us. The stories of Jesus are declarations, pronouncements: God is with us. Our pain is present to God. Our acts of injustice are visible to God. Our aching longing for a better world is a mirror of the divine heart.

Since God is with us, it is also true that we are with God. Our own hearts tell us something of the divine heart. Our hunger for justice is evocative of the hunger of God. Our refusal to “be okay” with abundance and overflowing plenty for the few and paucity and privation for the many echoes the denunciations of heaven. Even our outrage at the normal process of getting old and diminishing vitality and function is an expression of the devotion of heaven to life and growth.

The birth of Jesus, seen through Christian eyes, is a defiant push back against the normalcy of evil, injustice, pain and death. Things ought to be better. Because Jesus was Immanuel, he looked at the world through the lens of human experience. Jesus knew—by experience—what we know.

And there is more. Through the eyes of faith and the words of Scripture, we have learned to see in babies, the face of God. Every human is indistinguishable from God. This is the foundation of authentic pro-life values. We owe support and protection to every human because that human looks like God.

Perfect, laughing babies.
Twenty-eight-year-old guys who can function only when they are on their medication, and frequently they are not on their medication.
Grandmas who are the special friends of their grandchildren.
Grandchildren whose addictions are breaking grandma's hearts. 

Every single human being is precious. Every single human being bears the image of God.

We see this truth most vividly in the story of Jesus, the son of Abraham, the son of Mary, the son of God. This truth undergirds our Christmas generosity, our Christmas love. Why is it that a central feature of “Christmas stories” is love expressed in surprising ways, love shown to someone who might at another season have been repulsed or not even seen? Because the central truth of the Christmas story is just this deep truth: God is with us—incognito, hidden in ordinary human beings.

Last Friday night we celebrated the grand story of Christmas in words and music. Our annual concert was as glorious as always. Maybe better than ever. Then we took an offering. You gave $2500 dollars to help provide care for women who make their living on the street a couple of miles from here. These are not beautiful women, not cute girls. They are not “hot,” to use contemporary jargon. They are women driven by crushing necessity to sell themselves because they think that's all they have to offer.

You owe them nothing in at least one telling of the story. You did not abuse them when they were young women. You did not offer them drugs. You have not told them they are worthless. But in the light of Christmas we see differently. We owe every child food and shelter and a chance at life, at least every child we can touch with our influence and money.

We are privileged. These women are our neighbors, walking the streets just blocks from where we sit, walking the streets in search of enough money to live for one more day. Our privilege and their need creates an obligation. And last Friday night you made a payment on that obligation. You gave dollars that will make a difference, dollars that will pave the way for a few women to exit their bondage and take steps toward a new life.

That's what love does.

Last Sabbath morning, Page Byers from Greenwood Elementary was here to thank you for providing gift for the families of children at her school. Those cards will provide food and basic needs for families living within a few miles of our beautiful sanctuary. Can we imagine, sitting here this morning, being able to provide dinner for our families only because of the kindness of strangers? Many of the poor families at Greenwood Elementary School came here from other countries. Can you imagine the conditions in the places they left behind—life so difficult that living in your car in a strange country is better than staying home?

If it weren't Christmas, we might not notice the needs of these neighbors of ours. We might be tempted to think, they should have just stayed where they were and starve there instead of coming here. Or more likely, if it weren't Christmas, we would have simply been unaware. We would not have felt their hunger. We would not have noticed their need. But Christmas with all its lights and music and candy and cookies also beckons us to notice God in the babies, the babies living in rough places, babies born to parents not yet married, babies at risk. Christmas teaches us to love.

You gave more than a thousand dollars to provide life-sustaining assistance to our neighbors. Christmas helped us to love.

Tomorrow evening, many of you will provide a special Christmas dinner for people with meager resources. You will be sharing bounty and sharing love.

That's Christmas love. That is honoring the Christ child.

At Christmas time, we do not think of these acts of generosity as extraordinary goodness. Generosity is normal in the City of Love. Of course, we fail sometimes. We are not always generous. Sometimes our hearts are hard. Sometimes we are not generous because we are unaware of how we can assuage aching human need. Here in the City of Love, we expect one another to be generous.

The Mayor of our City, God is generous. In fact, it is his most dramatic trait. God gave his son. And in giving his son, gave himself. And invites us to join with him in the giving.

This is the message of Christmas. This is what we do. Most of the time. It is what we aim to do always.

At Thanksgiving time, when you provided food and money for the Ronald McDonald House.

Throughout the year, you pack and distribute care packages for homeless people. You give hundreds of volunteer hours providing programming for children and grandchildren here at the church. You volunteer as a ski instructor for disabled people. You pay tuition for young people who otherwise could not attend the school of their choice. You care for parents and children and spouses whose lives are a bottomless pit of need.

You practice the family value: those with special needs receive special care. You are the hands and wallets of God.

Over and over and over you treat people as if they bore the image of God. Because, in fact, they do.
They are the Jesus in our present world. They are worthy of love and care. And you, as part of the community of Jesus, provide it. That's the meaning of Christmas. That kind of loving care brings joy to the heart of God. Like any grandparent, God takes the greatest delight in his children living out in their world the highest values of heaven.

The greatest value of all is love.

Merry Christmas.

City of Hope

Sermon manuscript for Green Lake Church of Seventh-day Adventists

for December 10, 2016

The gospel of Luke begins the story of Jesus with the birth his cousin, John the Baptist.

Zacharias and his wife Elizabeth were old. And they were childless. One day Zacharias was doing his duty as a priest in the temple when an angel showed up, scaring him nearly to death.

“Fear not, Zacharias,” the angel said. Your prayer has been heard, and your wife, Elisabeth, is going to give birth to a son. When he arrives, give him the name John. You will have joy and happiness, of course. And many others besides you and Elizabeth will also experience great gladness at his birth, because he will be a great man of God. He will never touch any form of alcohol. He will be filled with the Holy Spirit, even from his mother's womb. He will turn many people to God. His ministry will remind people of the spirit and power of the prophet Elijah. He will turn the hearts of the fathers to their children, and inspire wicked people to follow the wise path of justice. He will help people prepare to be with the Lord.”

Nine months passed and sure enough Elizabeth gave birth to a son. Her neighbors and relatives heard the good news and came to celebrate. On the eighth day when it was time to circumcise the child, all the neighbors and relatives assumed the baby would be named after his father Zacharias. But the parents said no. His name is John.

For the entire pregnancy the dad, Zacharias, had been unable to speak, having been struck dumb by the same angel that announced the birth of this son. But now his speech was restored and he gave a grand prophecy:

Blessed be the Lord God of Israel; for he hath visited and redeemed his people,

God has come to save us from our enemies, and from the hand of all that hate us;

God will perform the mercy promised to our fathers.

God will remember his holy covenant;

To grant us deliverance from our enemies so that we might serve him without fear,

In holiness and righteousness all the days of our life.

And you, child, will be called the prophet of the Highest.

You will go before the face of the Lord to prepare his ways,

To his people knowledge of salvation and forgiveness of their sins.

God in his tender mercy will bring the light of heavenly dawn to our dark world

To give light to those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death.

To guide our feet into the way of peace.

Peace shows up again at the birth of Jesus. The night Jesus was born there were shepherds out in the fields keeping watch over their flocks in the darkness. Suddenly they were enveloped in light. First an angel appeared and announced the birth of the Messianic child. Then a whole choir of angels appeared and sang a glorious anthem. “Glory to God in the highest and on earth . . . peace.”

The text here is ambiguous. Did the song promise peace and goodwill to humans or did it promise peace to humans of good will?

I think the ambiguity is deliberate and instructive. Guiding feet in the path of peace was the work of John the Baptist. It was the work of Jesus the Messiah. It is the work of all their spiritual descendants.

What is the path of peace Zacharias saw as the center of the mission of his son and the Messiah?

The Gospel describes the ministry of John the Baptist this way:

John began preaching in the desert and huge crowds came to hear him. His preaching was riveting, convicting.

When the people asked, “What shall we do?” John said, “If you have two coats, share with someone who has no coat. If you have plenty of food, find someone with less and share.”

Tax collectors asked about God's call on their lives and work.

“No corruption.” John said.

Soldiers, members of the Roman occupying army, were also moved by the preaching. What about us? They asked.

“Don't abuse your power. Don't strong arm people. Don't accuse anyone falsely. Be content with your pay.”

John's preaching was so compelling people wondered if he were himself the Messiah.

What is the path of peace? How do we prepare to be with the Lord?

Share. Practice generosity. Resist the allure of corruption. Don't misuse the power that lies in our hands. Do right. Make peace.

We prepare to enjoy peace with God by making peace on earth here and now. We deepen our enjoyment of the generosity of heaven by practicing generosity on earth.

This has important political implications. If our greatest concern is free loaders and how to exclude them, we have not yet learned the culture of the City of Peace. In the City of Peace, the greatest concern is to make sure that no one is poorly served. Yes, freeloaders warp their souls and damage the larger community. And it is appropriate, necessary, to limit the problem. But the threat of freeloading by poor individuals is small compared to the threat of discovering that we, the wealthiest nation in the history of humanity, failed to care for the disabled and disadvantaged, or to use biblical language, failed to provide for the fatherless and widow and foreigner. The threat of freeloading by poor people is far less than the threat of gaming the system by the rich and powerful.

To guide our feet in the path of peace.

Glory to God in the highest, and on earth . . . peace.

Peace is one of the essential fibers of the cultural fabric of the City of God. Our city is a City of Peace.

The Gospel begins with such promise. John's sermons were so inspiring people imagined that he himself was the Messiah.

Then Jesus appeared, and thousands of people showed up for his rallies. Thousands of people found hope in preaching and healing through his touch. It was a luminous time. The world was full of light.

But the religious conservatives grew increasingly uncomfortable. Jesus was too generous. He made God appear too gracious. Jesus threatened the privileges of the powerful.

Eventually, the religious conservatives managed to seize control of society. They came up with a plan to shut down the generosity of Jesus.

This is the reality that lies behind today's New Testament reading.

Jesus had been preaching and healing for three years. He is heading into Jerusalem in the heart of a grand, enthusiastic procession. People are shouting words from the Psalms. They are euphoric.

Glory to God in the highest.

Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord.

Hosanna!

Jesus lets the people sing and dance. Why not. It is true that he carries the divine promise that generosity and grace will eventually displace acquisition and vindictiveness. Let's us keep that in mind. It's worth singing about.

But even Jesus is not able to always keep the ultimate triumph of goodness front and center in his mind.

As the procession reaches the top of rise and the road heads down toward Jerusalem, Jesus sees the entire city spread out before him. It is supposed to be the City of Peace. It is supposed to be the Beautiful City, the City of God. But it has been taken over by religious conservatives and power elites determined to preserve their privileges. They will eliminate Jesus at the end of the week. Their continued resistance to the path of peace will turn their city, forty years in the future, into the City of Death.

And Jesus looking and knowing, weeps.

If only you had known, you of all people, at this time, this moment of opportunity, the path to peace. But it is too late. Your eyes are blinded. You cannot see the path. You cannot find the way to peace.

In less than seven days, Jesus was dead. The world was dark. Peace suddenly seemed very far away.

That's the way our story goes. The path to peace is long. It is sometimes very difficult.

But the gospel does not end there.

Resurrection morning comes. And the Gospel of Matthew ends with the stirring challenge from Jesus: Go into all the world and teach them what I have taught you. Guide their feet into the way of peace.

We rehearse the Christmas story, the story of the birth of the Prince of Peace, to give ourselves courage. Peace will triumph.

We rehearse the story to give ourselves wisdom. What do we do in the face of the apparent triumph of swaggering power? We practice peacemaking.

What do we do when the media amplifies voices of hostility, rudeness, and aggression? We sing again the Christmas songs.

Glory to God in the highest.

And on earth

Peace.  

City of Hope

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.