Context, context,
context: Jesus has just returned from being tempted in the wilderness, far to
the southeast, barely surviving a brutal bout against heat, brigands,
predators, and the devil himself. After the harrowing, he wanted to get back
home – understandably. But not really to rest up or escape the troubles of the
world for a while.
Jesus went to the
synagogue – “as was his custom.” I will mention, but hopefully not nag, that
Jesus and all people close to God through history have made it their custom to
be in God the Father’s house. No single
Sunday wins the day. Attending sometimes is an exercise in frustration. It was Sabbath. Jesus went.
No one there knew where he’d been, or what he’d endured. Church people might remember this when they see someone not entirely hospitable on the pew, or someone who is in a chilly mood. We are attentive to the ways people have been through a lot they’ve not shared with us (at least not yet) – and we welcome, accept, bear, love, and understand. It’s our custom, right?
No one there knew where he’d been, or what he’d endured. Church people might remember this when they see someone not entirely hospitable on the pew, or someone who is in a chilly mood. We are attentive to the ways people have been through a lot they’ve not shared with us (at least not yet) – and we welcome, accept, bear, love, and understand. It’s our custom, right?
Nazareth is where Jesus was “brought up.” I’ve often thought that the greatest proof that Jesus was really the one is that his brother James and his mother Mary wind up as disciples. If anybody knows you have feet of clay, it’s the family, the neighbors who knew you when you were a little kid, an adolescent. I might linger on this thought for a few moments… like those Gnostic gospels that narrate Jesus being picked on as a child, retaliating, and then relenting.
We oddly enough have a scroll of Isaiah from Jesus’ day, one of the
Dead Sea Scrolls, displayed in the Israel Museum/The Shrine of the Book. It’s
long (24 feet when unrolled!), and heavy (maybe 50 pounds?). For Jesus to take
it in his hands, and unroll it all the way to chapter 61? This would have taken
some time, and a good bit of physical strength. In my sermon I will simply
ponder this amazing moment, the pregnant pause as people waited – and perhaps
how reading and understanding Scripture for us takes a lot of time, and
considerable effort and strength.
The Isaiah scroll,
quirkily enough, was the first one found at Qumran – as if God wanted us to
find this one first, and ponder Jesus’ reading from one just like it. Scholars
didn’t find it either! Some shepherd boys, messing around, peeked into a cave.
One threw a rock in, and heard a clatter. Who will find God’s word? And how?
Talk about physical
strength: they grabbed not a heavy scroll but Jesus’ own body and hauled him
out to the edge of town, ready to throw him off a cliff. When I take groups to
Israel, we visit the “precipice,” an impressive dropoff with astonishing views.
Reading well past the lectionary’s cutoff (which we should in this case), Jesus
narrowly escaped (again!) – and in verse 30 we read the startling notice that “Passing
through the midst of them, he went away.” The mob, about to hurl him off the
cliff, still angry, stood helpless as he simply walked, not sprinting or
desperately scrambling, among them, and safely home. Reminds me of the little
noticed moment in Gethsemane when the soldiers stormed up to arrest Jesus. “When
Jesus said to them, ‘I am he,’ they drew back and fell to the ground” (John
18:6). Jesus’ physical presence must have been sething.
Back to Jesus’
reading from Isaiah: if we were like St. Francis of Assisi, we’d make this our
to-do list. And Jesus’ reading also shows us how to be the Body in the Epistle
reading. Jonathan Wilson-Hartgrove has reflected (in his book Reconstructing
the Gospel) on Jesus' first sermon - and what it tells us about his
priorities, and what ours probably should be too: "The Spirit of the
Lord is on me, because he has anointed me to proclaim good news to the poor, to
proclaim freedom for the prisoners and recovery of sight for the blind, to set
the oppressed free, to proclaim the year of the Lord's favor" (Luke
4:18-19).
Jonathan points out that churches, for some
reason, ignore this mission, and instead we build up and support "an institution
where people like us show up to receive spiritual nourishment. Whatever
material ministry the church engaged in was secondary... Works of mercy are
imagined as auxiliary ministries. But what if the church was something else?
What if it was the movement Jesus invited people into when he invited them to
join together in setting the oppressed free?"
His church got out a map of Goldsboro (where he
was a pastor) and drew a circle with a 2-mile radius around their building and
said "This is where we're called to set the oppressed free. Whatever is
enslaving people, we commit to fighting it by the power of the Spirit."
What if your church, if my church, laid out a
map and drew a circle with a radius of 2 or 5 miles, and asked this question: Who's
oppressed, and why? And what can we do (besides the frequent resort to
blaming or ignoring)? What enslaves people? Alcohol? Work pressure?
Outsized expectations? Lousy work environment? Racial prejudice?
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