My God, my God,…why?

Text: Psalm 22, Good Friday

Let us pray,

Father God, we have entered once again into the deepest and darkest mysteries of your love for us, to stand at the foot of your cross and to gaze at the broken and bleeding body of your son. Our ears ring again with the story of his passion, and we are all too aware that we have little understanding of the real agony he endured and of the love that put him there. Father, open the hearts of all who have gathered here and everywhere this day of sorrow and death to the fullness of what you did for us that day through the cross, and let us never forget why we remember the wounded flesh, the spilled blood, the thorns, and the rough hewn wood as good. In the name of he who died, that we wouldn’t have to, Jesus Christ. Amen.

And so we have come again to the darkest of all days to witness a violence we can only barely comprehend. It is a story we have heard many times, and recently seen dramatized graphically on the big screen. But even as we look on the violence and recognize the physical agony, and comment on how terrible the torture must have felt, how long the walk with the cross must have been, and how shameful it was to die as a criminal and to hang on a cross, none of us truly comprehend what it means.

Most of us, really, are desensitized to the violence of it anyway. We have seen worse things dramatized in film and on television. We hear of violence as brutal time and again on the news, often with many more than one or two victims, and it takes little effort to recall the holocausts of history, wars, maimings, tortures, genocides, and burning towers.

As Christians, we don’t have to look any farther than our own brothers and sisters to know that a brutal death was not reserved for Christ alone. Christians have died for thousands of years by torture, fire, lions, stones, and weapons. Nothing has been spared of the imagination of evil men and women in devising ways to harm and kill those who claim to love and serve the Father as Jesus did. Jesus was not even the last to hang on cross.

Even today, if we’re willing to listen, we hear that many Christians in other parts of the world are going through horrendous violence in the name of Jesus. If we are honest with ourselves, I don’t think any of us we claim to really know and understand what that’s like.

So when we consider the cross and Christ’s broken body, we might wonder how brutal it really was. We who are so aware of violence as somewhat commonplace and yet removed enough from us to touch us only in our awareness might be tempted to ask what was really so awful about the cross by comparison. And if we were a victim of that kind of violence, who in death could stand before Jesus and compare the wounds and the scars, we might be tempted to ask how his suffering was any different than ours.

There is little doubt that if we look at the cross merely form the standpoint of its physical torture and social shame, if we see it as a brutal instrument of pain and agony, the cross is absolutely terrible and something we would never want to have to experience. But it isn’t unique, and there is much in this world we could look upon with equal fear and distaste.

But the cross was different for Christ.

He did suffer in ways most of us will never have to, but some have and will. But there was one way he suffered that was more terrible than all the rest, more horrendous than the shame of his trial, the flesh torn by the Roman whips, the thorns pressed upon his brow. more agonizing than the nails pounded through his sinews and bone into the splintered wood, than the hours of thirst and labored breathing, and the spear in his side. There was something Jesus endured that was more intensely painful than the jeers of the crowd, the spittle on his face, the taunts of the soldiers, and even the denial and betrayal by his dearest friends. There was something Jesus went through that he never would have had to face if it wasn’t for us and our sin, something so profoundly terrible that we cannot even begin to really imagine what it was like even if we spend our lives trying, something that even the most brutalized Christians, past or present, could not begin to understand, something that wounded Jesus more deeply than anything else he endured.

There was something Jesus suffered that we will NEVER understand because we will NEVER have to face it.

“My God, my God, why have you forsaken me” (Pslam 22.1).

Jesus Christ

– the alpha and omega,

– who was one with the Father from the begin of all time

– who knew God as only God himself could

– who knew the constant love and companionship of the Father intimately and deeply

– who walked the entire road to the cross with the confidence of the Father’s love and presence and the full knowledge of his blessing and will

Jesus Christ, because he was our sin for us, before holy God, because he was our guilt, our shame.

Jesus Christ was utterly, completely, forsaken by God the Father.

And because he was…we never will be.

Earlier we read the words from Psalm 22 that Jesus spoke during his last moments on the cross. They are words we can read and speak, but they are words we will never truly say as ours. To the wind, and to the silence, Jesus cried:

My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
Why are you so far from saving me,
so far from the words of my groaning?
My God, I cry out by day, but you do not answer,
by night, but I find no rest.

Yet you are enthroned as the Holy One;
you are the praise of Israel.
In you our ancestors put their trust;
they trusted and you delivered them.
They cried to you and were saved;
in you they trusted and were not disappointed.

But I am a worm, not a human being;
I am scorned by everyone, despised by the people.
All who see me mock me;
they hurl insults, shaking their heads.
“He trusts in the LORD,” they say,
“let the LORD rescue him.
Let him deliver him, since he delights in him.”

Yet you brought me out of the womb;
you made me feel secure on my mother’s breast.
From birth I was cast on you;
from my mother’s womb you have been my God.
Do not be far from me, for trouble is near
and there is no one to help.

Many bulls surround me;
strong bulls of Bashan encircle me.
Roaring lions that tear their prey
open their mouths wide against me.
I am poured out like water,
and all my bones are out of joint.
My heart has turned to wax; it has melted within me.

My mouth is dried up like a potsherd,
and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth;
you lay me in the dust of death.
Dogs surround me, a pack of villains encircles me;
they pierce my hands and my feet.
All my bones are on display;
people stare and gloat over me.
They divide my clothes among them
and cast lots for my garment.

But you, LORD, do not be far from me.
You are my strength; come quickly to help me. (Psalm 22.1-19)

But this time, the help did not come, and Jesus’ strength left him. “For the first time in eternity,” as singer and writer Michael Card reminds us, “Jesus was alone. Abandoned. No Father. No answers. Only Silence” (Michael Card, A Violent Grace, 134).

Do we understand what this meant? Can we understand what it means to be abandoned by God, to have him truly turn his face from us and to leave us utterly alone?

We can’t…because Jesus did.

And this is why we can only comprehend in part what it means to suffer in this way, why we must use our imaginations and then recognize that we can’t imagine enough to really understand this mystery. As violent and depraved as our world seems to be, as dark and brutal this fallen world is, and as much as it seems to us sometimes that God is nowhere to be found, the fact is that we have never tasted what it’s like to be abandoned by him.

The creator and sustainer still makes the world go ‘round, and though we reject him and fail him, though we don’t believe or believe poorly, we have truly never known how bad it can be to be left fully to ourselves.

That would be, quite literally…hell.

Even in our darkest moments, even for those who lay no claims to knowing God, we have never known what it means to be forsaken.

But Jesus did.

And because Jesus did—we don’t have to.

In the very moment when God was most absent,

– when the veil over the cross was the deepest darkness between the Son and the Father

– when Jesus Christ was abandoned by the Father because he bore our sin

– when he was wounded in ways we can never imagine

– when jesus Christ was more like us than we could ever be ourselves, more fully separated from God in sin, bearing on his own body and in his very being the consequences of our disobedience, our rejection, our pride and willfulness, and trapped in time and a mortal body, dying as Son of Man on a cross,

In that very moment, the worst we can only begin to imagine, God was closer to us than ever, and the veil between us and the Father was torn in two. Jesus assured that we would never, ever have to know and understand what it means to be forsaken by God.

This is the depth of Christ’s love for us, that while we were still sinners, while we should have born not only the wounds of the body but the unbearable agony of abandonment and eternal silence,

He died for us.

His love is why this day is good and why in our darkest moments we are never abandoned. In the deepest darkness of our sin, Jesus became all that we are and bore the wounds we will never have to bear—the abandonment of the Father, the silence…even hell itself.

My God, my God, why…?

So…

The poor will eat and be satisfied; those who seek the LORD
will praise him— may your hearts live forever!
All the ends of the earth will remember and turn to the LORD,
and all the families of the nations will bow down before him,
for dominion belongs to the LORD and he rules over the nations.

All the rich of the earth will feast and worship;
all who go down to the dust will kneel before him—
those who cannot keep themselves alive.
Posterity will serve him;
future generations will be told about the Lord.

They will proclaim his righteousness, declaring to a people yet unborn, saying

He has done it! (Psalm 22.26-31)

For whom are you looking?

Text: John 20.1-18

Every Easter, we gather in our churches to celebrate the resurrection of Jesus Christ. For some of us, Easter Sunday is a high point on a deepening spiritual journey, a rich and meaningful immersion in the reality of the risen Christ. Easter is the culmination of months of enriching spiritual discipline. We’ve humbled ourselves throughout the Lenten season, we’ve concentrated with prayer and meditation on the passion of our Lord during Holy Week, and we’ve come prepared to experience his resurrection afresh in our lives. We know Jesus intimately, and we’re eager to spend this special time with him and our brothers and sisters who know him as well.

For some of us, Easter is a good day to celebrate the truth of our faith, but it doesn’t seem to move us very deeply. We tried to keep some focus over the last few weeks, but life continued to get in the way. To much is going on for us to pay that much attention to Easter. In many ways it’s just another Sunday. Easter is special, but we can’t let it intrude too much on all the other things we have going on in our lives. We know Jesus. In fact, we rely on him to get us through these busy days, but sometimes our neighbor, our boss, and the man in the car ahead of us is more real than Jesus is.

Some of us, are here because, …well, we’re not entirely sure. We come week after week because it’s the thing to do, or maybe we rarely come at all, but we feel like we should at least be in church at Christmas and Easter. Perhaps our husband or wife wanted us to come. Our children begged, or our parents insisted. Easter is a holiday, and a couple of hours in church won’t hurt. It’s special, but so is Christmas and Mother’s Day. We believe in God, and we try to get to church every once in a while. We know about Jesus, at least a bit, and we’re happy with the bit we know.

There are other reasons some of us are here, I’m sure. There are probably as many different reasons and different expectations as there are people in this sanctuary. And we all know something about Jesus and Easter, quite a lot, or a little bit.

No matter why you’re here, though, no matter what is on your mind, whether you want to be here and whether or not you’re worshiping or wishing you were somewhere else, the fact remains that you are here, and Jesus has a question for you. No matter what plans you have for the rest of the day, no matter what else is on your mind at the moment, I hope you’ll give Jesus the courtesy of a few minutes of your attention so he can ask you that question.

And while we have those few minutes, as we wait for Jesus to ask his question, please consider Mary Magdalene with me.

Mary Magdalene knew Jesus. She knew him first as someone who did her a rather big favor—he delivered her from no less than seven demons (Mark 16.9, Luke 8.2). We don’t have much more information than that. We don’t know what they were like, or what kind of chaos they caused for her, but we do know that she was delivered. From that time she followed Jesus and is even described as having provided for him for a considerable portion of his ministry (Matthew 27.56; Mark 15.40-41).

Mary, likely a woman of some means, spent quite a bit of time with Jesus. In fact, she’s almost always mentioned as one of the women who accompanied Jesus’ mother. Perhaps they shopped together and prepared meals for Jesus and his disciples. They probably sat around the table talking and enjoyed quiet afternoons together.

Together, Mary and Mary witnessed the entirety of Jesus’s ministry—his miracles, his struggles with the pharisees, his compassion with the people, his intimate moments with his disciples. They witnessed them not as curious followers but as family and friends. Unlike many of Jesus’s followers who deserted him in a time of fear and need, we know that Mary Magdalene was present at the crucifixion. She also witnessed Jesus’ burial and was there when the tomb was sealed.And in our gospel reading today, she was among the first at the tomb the day Jesus was raised.

“Early on the first day of the week, while it was still dark, Mary Magdalene came to the tomb and saw that the stone had been removed from the tomb” (John 20.1, NRSV). What was Mary looking for when she went to the tomb that morning? She was looking for the body of her dear friend who had rescued her from a life of slavery to sin and demons, her friend with whom she’d traveled and for whom she cared for so long. She was going to remember and grieve over the body of the amazing man whose miracles she’d witnessed again and again. She was going to anoint her dead friend whose body she saw beaten and pierced, whose corpse she saw removed from the cross and sealed behind the stone.

And what did she find? An empty tomb.

So she gets Peter and John, and they see the tomb, and they leave, wondering what it meant. Perhaps they were worried that they would be accused of stealing the body. Perhaps they were beginning to remember a bit of what Jesus told them in a new light.

But Mary stays behind, and everything changes. She sees the angels and responds to their questions, probably not even aware at that time who they were.

And then she sees Jesus.

She doesn’t recognize him. Mary, who was delivered by his hand from demons, who was with him through most of his ministry, who helped feed and care for him, who witnessed his death, and who watched as he was laid in the tomb, doesn’t recognize her friend and Lord.

So Jesus poses a question.

His question is innocent, coming from the gardener Mary supposed him to be. But coming from the resurrected Lord of all creation, it’s the question of the ages. Mary, who had known Jesus as he was and as she continued to expect him to be, did not recognize him as he now was. Jesus, who knew her as she once was, knew her also as she now was, asked her the question that got to the heart of the matter this first resurrection morning.

For whom are you looking?

In those few words hung the balance of Mary’s life. It was one of those kinds of questions that asks one thing but communicates so much more. Mary, are you looking for your familiar friend as you knew him and now grieve for him? Are you looking for your deliverer who was always there, always assuring, always loving? Are you looking for the one you saw laid in the tomb, your noble but tragic friend who could not fight the forces that were against him?

Or

Are you looking for the risen Christ who is victorious over powers you can’t even imagine? Are you looking for the unexpected king of the universe who conquered all by giving everything? Are you looking for the re-creating Lord who is as frightening as he is familiar, who makes everything new? And Mary, when you find what you’re looking for, are you prepared for what you’ll find?

All this and more were wrapped up in those few little words, for whom are you looking?

And then Jesus did something amazing. He called Mary by name. In a word, as intimate as her own name, he showed his dear friend who he really was. In two short syllables, he changed her entire world. In the simple, loving utterance of one familiar friend to another, he turned everything she knew about life and death, everything she knew about her own past, everything she expected from her future, and everything she thought she knew about him—completely upside down.

Mary came to the tomb that morning expecting to find Jesus. She came prepared to find him as she last knew him; a warm memory, a cold body, a dear friend, now a departed friend.

Instead she found the risen Christ, and her whole life was changed.

I said before: We’re all here for different reasons, looking for different things. We all have some knowledge of Jesus, and we all expect to find him in one way or another. But no matter how much or how little we expect from him, whether we know him as friend or name in an old book, whether we’ve walked with him every day or just come for one of a few holidays, or whether we know him deeply or barely have time to spend with him, Jesus meets us here today, as he did Mary Magdalene, with a very simple and loaded question.

For whom are you looking?

Are you looking for what you expect to find, or are you really open to know him as he is?

– The resurrected Christ who defied recognition by even his closest friends.

– The resurrected Christ who is able to change us into something so new we cannot conceive it—so new we may even be afraid of it.

When he calls you by name, will you recognize him?

You know, Mary’s story did not end with that recognition. Mary worshiped her risen Lord, so much so that she clung to him, Jesus had to tell her to let go. Mary was given a special task. Mary Magdalene, known often merely as one of the women who accompanied Jesus’ mother, was sent to bear witness to Jesus’ own disciples!

And she did it.

Mary was with the disciples long after this day. She most likely spent much more time with Jesus during the forty days he spent with his followers before he ascended into heaven. And she was with them at Pentecost when the Holy Spirit was given and a handful of once fearful people began the church and rocked the world. Mary went looking for her familiar friend, encountered the risen Christ, and opened herself to the fullness of his new creation in her life.

What will happen to us today when Jesus speaks our name?

Will we turn away in fear, or will we worship him and open ourselves to his unpredictable, unimaginable newness of life? Will we retreat again to what we were comfortable knowing, or will we risk everything to participate in his resurrection?

For whom are we looking?

Let us look today not for the savior of our own desire but for the risen Christ, whose resurrection glory defies explanation and blows away all expectations. Let us hope in the risen Christ because he draws us from death into unexpected life. Let us be eager to let go of everything so that he can take us and recreate us into something we never would have guessed.

There was another witness at the tomb that morning. It was not until later that he would also encounter his risen Lord and go through the transformation that would take him from coward to fearless apostle of Christ.

As we listen to Jesus’ question this morning, listen carefully to what Peter had to say to those who have encountered the risen Christ and have taken the risk and opened ourselves to his newness.

Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! By his great mercy he has given us a new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, and into an inheritance that is imperishable, undefiled, and unfading, kept in heaven for you, who are being protected by the power of God through faith for a salvation ready to be revealed in the last time. In this you rejoice, even if now for a little while you have had to suffer various trials, so that the genuineness of your faith—being more precious than gold that, though perishable, is tested by fire—may be found to result in praise and glory and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed. Although you have not seen him, you love him; and even though you do not see him now, you believe in him and rejoice with an indescribable and glorious joy, for you are receiving the outcome of your faith, the salvation of your souls.

…Therefore prepare your minds for action; discipline yourselves; set all your hope on the grace that Jesus Christ will bring you when he is revealed. Like obedient children, do not be conformed to the desires that you formerly had in ignorance. Instead, as he who called you is holy, be holy yourselves in all your conduct; for it is written, “You shall be holy, for I am holy.” (1 Peter 1.3–9, 13-16)

Amen and amen!

No matter how you got here this morning, and no matter who you were looking for when you came, Jesus has already asked you this question.

For whom are you looking?

And he’s about to speak your name. When he does, I pray that, with Mary, Peter, John, and Paul, with the prophets of old and the living church of today,

– with Thomas, Clement, Justin Martyr, and Polycarp

– with Theodore, Ambrose, Augustine, John Chrysostom, and Cyril

– with John of Damascus and Thomas Aquinas

– with Martin Luther, John Calvin, and John Wesley

– with Theresa of Ávila, Thomas More and John Henry Newman

– with Pope John Paul II, Pope Benedict XVI, and Pope Francis

– with these who are going to be baptized and those who will reaffirm their baptism this morning

– with all of the witnesses to the living Christ from the distant past to the emerging future, young and old, dead and living

– with all who have seen him with their eyes and all who have known him through his Spirit

– with all who have heard him call their name

that you too will proclaim with your lips and show with your life that

Christ is Risen!

Listen…

Text: Isaiah 51

The children among us can probably relate to the fact that when a parent says, “Listen,” they rarely mean just “hear the words I’m about to say.” In my house, words of instruction or correction are usually followed by, “do you understand?” which is parent code for “I’ve explained this ten times already and you still haven’t listened—are you going to SHOW me this time that you get it, or am I going to have to SHOW you how you’re gonna’ get it?!”

When parents know that we have something important to say but are likely to be ignored, we start out with a warning, with just the right edge in our voice—just enough, we think, to raise the hair on the back of the neck, enough to convey a healthy sense of impending disaster if what is about to be said is not heard, understood, and put immediately into practice. And we say, “You’d better listen…”

But of course they often don’t, and our bluff is called. We have to resort to sterner means to get their attention, and then we speak our words of correction and end up back at “do you understand?”

Of course none of this is a problem for the children with us this morning—is it kids? I said, is it kids?Are you listening?

Some children (present company excepted), have perfected the art of not listening so well that they can listen to anything you say and give every indication that they’ve heard you, and yet with great skill and obvious flare, they ignore everything you’ve just said.

If you press the issue, they can repeat all that you said—even in the same tone of voice. But they continue to do what you told them not to…or fail to do what you told them to do. The technical term, of course, is ‘practiced indifference’.

Closely related is ‘cultivated tolerance’ with which words of warning or instruction are met with some form of partial obedience—often grudging and only enough to appease the raving lunatic who will obviously suffer an aneurism if they don’t do something. But the next time the situation arises, even when they know exactly what you’re going to say—even when they know what they’ll end up doing. It takes the raving lunatic again to move them to a minimal compliance laced with a carefully cultivated expression of scorn and displeasure.

Then there is what I consider to be the most insidious form of not listening there is, technically known as ‘passive disobedience’ (AKA ‘the Ghandi complex’, and popularly known as ‘the blank stare’). No matter what is said at any volume, no matter how many blood vessels rupture, no matter how many times your head spins around, everything you say (or scream) is quietly absorbed by the completely un-reactive, entirely unaffected, unflinching, unwavering, unresponsive, un-anything stare of the little angel who has no intention of doing anything at all.

While it may seem from these and many other listening disorders that our children never listen (I call them disorders, others might consider them artful avoidances), we know that they do sometimes. We even begin to experience what we hope for from the beginning as their indifference turns to attentiveness and effort. Their tolerance, or even outright defiance, becomes understanding and an eagerness to do what is right, and the blank stares soften into warm smiles.

Our words change too, as we have less to correct and more to encourage. We can instruct less and share more. “Listen” can and does become less a warning and more a prelude to wisdom or comfort, and “do you understand” ceases to be a code for “you better hear and obey” as it becomes an honest invitation to question further, share more, and admit to new levels of insight and appreciation.

From the very first time we sternly begin with “Listen, you’d better…,” we yearn for the day when we can softly say “Listen, I’m happy that you have… .” Even to the one we have punished many times, to the one who has tried every form of artful avoidance known to humankind, and to the one who has tried our patience and tested the resolve of our love, we yearn speak words of comfort and restoration. We yearn to share our wisdom and have it heard, appreciated, and practiced. All those years of correction and instruction, all of the difficult times of ranting and raving, cajoling and punishing, of trying to get our children to listen, are justified in those moments when they finally do listen.

The difference has nothing to do with their hearing, for they’ve heard what we’ve said all along. The difference, is that they have changed the way they listen. They have changed themselves. And their relationship with us has changed. Slowly their hearing becomes doing, and they begin to listen not to the words you say over and over again but to the character you’ve formed in them, the one you’ve molded through careful correction and instruction—through all those times of “You’d better listen,” and “Do you understand?” They begin to show that they have and are listening by the way they behave—by the way they respond to new situations and by the way they apply the wisdom and the patterns of behavior you’ve worked so hard to instill in them.

Where they were once passive, tolerating, and disobedient, they become active listeners, able to think and behave obediently and with good judgment. They are able to receive words of wisdom with thoughtfulness and understanding.

The way God deals with his people, and the ways his people respond, with artful avoidance or active and obedient listening is much the same. In Isaiah we have what amounts to a showcase of this whole pattern of listening (or not).

The book of Isaiah spans a period of nearly 250 years, from the time the northern kingdom, Israel, fell to the Assyrians and the southern kingdom, Judah, lived between rival superpowers through the time when Judah was taken by Babylon and many exiled to that distant land, to the time when the Persians took Babylon and allowed Israel and Judah to return home.

It opens at a time when the worlds greatest parent—God almighty—by whose word heaven and earth, even we ourselves came to be. The God of Israel and of all nations by whose word Abraham was called, and Moses was sent. The God whose word delivered his people and gave them a land, kings, and riches and who, with the patience that only God could have, had parented his children through prophet after prophet with many a “Listen,” a “Hear what I, the Lord, have to say.” God who, with the love of the parent of parents, punished and restored, corrected and forgave. Isaiah opens with THE parent…who reached the end of his rope.

And so God sends Isaiah of Amoz, the prophet for whom the book was named and perhaps the most important prophet in Israel’s history. Isaiah appears on the scene just as one recalcitrant child has been severely punished and put under the yolk of the aggressive Assyrian empire and the other cowers in fear before the world’s superpowers. And the first words from Isaiah, from God’s mouthpiece, the lips that were purified with fire in his famous vision in the temple, are these:

Hear, O heavens, and listen, O earth;
for the Lord has spoken:
I reared children and brought them up,
but they have rebelled against me.

The ox knows its owner,
and the donkey its master’s crib;
but Israel does not know,
my people do not understand. (Isaiah 1.2–3, NRSV)

Almighty God speaks the frustration of a long-suffering parent and cries to whomever will listen, “I’ve screamed and yelled until I’m blue in the face and they still don’t understand!” Then with the passion of the ages, God the Father turns to his children and meets their practiced indifference, their cultivated tolerance, and their passive disobedience with some of the harshest judgment in scripture. “Hear the word of the Lord, you rulers of Sodom! Listen to the teaching of your God, you people of Gomorrah!” he rages, comparing them to the worst sinners in their collective memory.

“What to me is the multitude of your sacrifices?” says the Lord;

I have had enough…
I cannot endure solemn assemblies with iniquity.
Your new moons and your appointed festivals my soul hates;
they have become a burden to me,
I am weary of bearing them.
When you stretch out your hands,
I will hide my eyes from you;
even though you make many prayers,
I will not listen; your hands are full of blood.

Wash yourselves; make yourselves clean;
remove the evil of your doings from before my eyes;
cease to do evil… . (Is. 1.10–11, 13–16)

“I’ve told you a thousand times what I desire of you, and still you won’t obey. I’ve had it this time—get it straight, or else!”

We know he wasn’t kidding, for the Chaldeans came from Babylon a little over a hundred years later, and the temple was destroyed. The princes of Judah were taken into captivity, and for several generations, Israel and Judah were no more.

But even in the midst of his anger, God loved his people. He saw through the unfortunate and difficult punishment he was about to deliver to a time when they would be restored. He looked forward to a time when they would listen and understand, and make his wisdom their own. “Therefore the Lord waits to be gracious to you;” he says in chapter 30,

…therefore he will rise up to show mercy to you. For the Lord is a God of justice; blessed are all those who wait for him. Truly, O people in Zion, inhabitants of Jerusalem, you shall weep no more. He will surely be gracious to you at the sound of your cry; when he hears it, he will answer you. Though the Lord may give you the bread of adversity and the water of affliction, yet your Teacher will not hide himself any more, but your eyes will see your Teacher. And when you turn to the right or when you turn to the left, your ears shall hear a word behind you saying, This is the way; walk in it. Then you will defile your silver-covered idols and your gold-plated images. You will scatter them like filthy rags; you will say no to them, “Away with you!” (Is. 30.18–22)

Our reading from Isaiah, this morning, comes directly from that moment when, in the heat of punishment, the people are crying and the Lord hears and prepares for their restoration. Isaiah of Babylon, sometimes known as second or deutero-Isaiah, was most likely a prophet in the tradition of the original Isaiah of Amoz who took his name, as was common practice. Beginning with chapter 40, Isaiah of Babylon spoke the word of the Lord to people who were in the midst of their punishment, their exile, only a short time before Babylon would fall and the conquering Persian king, Cyrus, would allow the scattered people to return to their homeland.

Isaiah’s words at this time were of hope and confidence spoken to a very demoralized people. In fact, the very famous servant songs that look forward to the messiah were part of the promise of God through this prophet.

Where Isaiah of Amoz was burdened with judgment against people going the wrong way, who were failing to listen to God, Isaiah of Babylon was blessed with encouragement for a people who hungered for any word God would speak to them. Nearly 200 years before Isaiah of Babylon could speak the “Listen” of comfort and wisdom, Isaiah of Amoz spoke the “Listen” of warning that was not heard by the ears of indifference, by people who thought they knew better and who continued to go their own way and do their own thing.

Only a century later, Jeremiah would speak the same word of the Lord in desperation to stubborn people who thought they were on the right track—people who would yet again ignore the raving lunatic who threatened punishment with blank stares and hardened hearts. We know that their indifference to the warnings, their minimal compliance, and their blank stares when they were corrected was their doom—and Jerusalem fell.

The “Listen” of warning that Isaiah of Amoz spoke and Jeremiah cried went unheeded, and the Lord exercised judgment. The people of Judah, like the Northern Kingdom before them, went into what was essentially an extended and very difficult grounding.

Finally, they were ready to listen, to hear God’s words of wisdom and comfort. Their indifference had changed to desire. Their tolerance became a hunger for righteousness. Their blank stares softened to longing expressions, seeking God’s word and deliverance.

Listen to what God says to them through Isaiah in chapter 51. “Listen to me, you that pursue righteousness, you that seek the Lord” (51.1). What a change! They seek the Lord, they are ready to listen!

Look to the rock from which you were hewn,
and to thew quarry from which you were dug.
look to Abraham your father and to Sarah who bore you;
for he was but one when I called him,
but I blessed him and made him many. (1-2)

Remember where you came from and what I did for you. And know what I will do for you even now.

For the Lord will comfort Zion;
he will comfort all her waste places,
and will make her wilderness like Eden,
her desert like the garden of the Lord;
joy and gladness will be found in her,
thanksgiving and the voice of song. (3)

What a picture of restoration!

Listen to me, my people,
and give heed to me, my nation;
for a teaching will go out from me,
and my justice for a light to the peoples. (4)

My people again! Under my care and protection! And now I will share my wisdom that you are ready to hear and understand.

I will bring near my deliverance swiftly,
my salvation has gone out and my arms will rule the peoples;
the coastlands wait for me, and for my arm they hope.

Lift up your eyes to the heavens, and look at the earth beneath;
for the heavens will vanish like smoke,
the earth will wear out like a garment,
and those who live on it will die like gnats;
but my salvation will be forever, and my deliverance will never be ended. (5-6)

I will deliver you for my purpose—and remember who it is who saves you now, for everything else is temporary compared to my salvation. “Listen to me, you who know righteousness, you people who have my teaching in your hearts” (51.7). Again, what a change—they get it, and he is is ready to encourage them

Do not fear the reproach of others,
and do not be dismayed when they revile you.
For the moth will eat them up like a garment,
and the worm will eat them like wool;
but my deliverance will be forever,
and my salvation to all generations. (7-8)

And then a reminder of just who it is that is speaking to them and how he will deliver them,

Awake, awake, put on strength, O arm of the Lord!
Awake as in the days of old, the generations of long ago!
Was it not you who cut Rahab in pieces, who pierced the dragon?
Was it not you who dried up the sea, the waters of the great deep;
who made the depths of the sea a way for the redeemed to cross over?
So the ransomed of the Lord shall return, and come to Zion with singing;
everlasting joy shall be upon their heads;
they shall obtain joy and gladness,
and sorrow and sighing shall flee away. (9-11)

And then words of comfort and restoration,

I, I am he who comforts you;
why then are you afraid of a mere mortal who must die,
a human being who fades like grass?
you have forgotten the Lord your Maker,
who stretched out the heavens
and laid the foundations of the earth.
You fear continually all day long
because of the fury of the oppressor,
who is bent on destruction.
But where is the fury of the oppressor?
The oppressed shall speedily be released;
they shall not die and go down to the Pit,
nor shall they lack bread.
For I am the Lord your God,
who stirs up the sea so that its waves roar—
the Lord of hosts is his name.
I have put my words in your mouth,
and hidden you in the shadow of my hand,
stretching out the heavens and laying the foundations of the earth, and saying to Zion, “You are my people.” (12-16)

And then a call to action to all who are still reeling from the punishment, still wounded,

Rouse yourself, rouse yourself!
Stand up, O Jerusalem,
you who have drunk at the hand of the Lord the cup of his wrath,
Who have drunk to the dregs the bowl of staggering.
There is no one to guide her among all the children she has borne;
there is no one to take her by the hand among the children she has brought up.

These two things have befallen you—
who will grieve with you?—
devastation and destruction, famine and sword—
who will comfort you?
Your children have fainted,
they lie at the head of every street like an antelope in a net;
they are full of the wrath of the Lord,
the rebuke of your God.

Therefore hear this, you who are wounded,
who are drunk, but not with wine:
Thus says your Sovereign, the Lord,
your God who pleads the cause of his people:

See, I have taken from your hand the cup of staggering;
you shall drink no more from the bowl of my wrath.
And I will put it into the hand of your tormentors,
who have said to you, “Bow down, that we may walk on you;”
and you have made your back like the ground
and like the street for them to walk on. (17-23)

I will restore you!

“Great story, pastor,” some of you might be thinking. We know what God did for Israel and the lessons they had to learn. We even know what he went on to do when he sent Jesus and opened the way to everlasting salvation that went far beyond restoring Jerusalem.

If we identify with God’s people in this case, perhaps we think of ourselves most like those to whom God was speaking words of comfort. We may consider ourselves those pursuing righteousness. In fact, the exile is over, Christ has come, and we enjoy the salvation and fellowship of God in ways they could only hope for.

But perhaps there are some of us here this morning who are willing to look a little deeper at the truth of our situation and the appropriateness of both the message of Isaiah of Amoz and Isaiah of Babylon for us even now.

The truth starts with the recognition that we are children of God, his people. Isaiah’s message is addressed to the people of God who aren’t listening, not to outsiders who don’t yet know that they should listen. In other words, rather than reason to pat ourselves on the back or puff up our chests because we’re not nearly as dense as those Israelites, we should ask ourselves how much we are like them and in need of Isaiah’s warning.

We are most in danger of needing to hear the warning of “listen” when we are too comfortable with who we are. What we think we hear of God’s word, even in comfort, is never stagnant or settling. God’s word always carries the “do you understand?” that expects response and transformation. And all too many of us are not really listening.

We come week after week, sit in our seats, hear the word of God, and walk away unaffected and unchanged—except perhaps more disgruntled with the pastor than when we came. We might even read our bibles and pray through the week—always asking for guidance and help, always seeking peace and comfort, and not once hearing when God says, “yes, but first YOU must listen.”

We are exposed to the truth of Almighty God that should shake us to our very foundation. We can even repeat the words in a pious tone of voice, perhaps even quoting chapter and verse, but we fail to understand and apply. Or we take and use only what we like, and fail to be confronted and changed by the word that surprises us, offends us, and puts us off-kilter.

Or maybe we understand more than we let on, and we have an idea what God is trying to tell us, but we do only enough to get by. We fail open ourselves fully to the demand and the grace of the Holy Spirit, because it’s too hard. Listening well involves too much risk—it means too much change. We might have to give something up, change our job and do with less money, admit we’re wrong, or worship a little differently.

There are those of us with the blank stares—the defiance that won’t even acknowledge that God is speaking. We are unflinching, unfeeling, unteachable, unbending, and desperately in need of being UNDONE.

Which kind of child are you? Which am I? It’s a question we must all ask ourselves and one that only we can ask of ourselves.

And then there is the church—which kind of child are we? Have we as a people gone astray? Are we failing to listen as we should? Are we open to the risk of hearing and understanding the word of God? Are we failing to listen to our past and our prophets? Are we stubbornly worshiping, fellowshipping, evangelizing, and doing church the way we think we should while remaining unchanged, unaffected, and unteachable?

Are we heading into exile as we watch a nation wander away on our watch? Are we so easily absorbed into the ways and values of culture, as we willingly submit to the oppression of wealth and progress, of individualism and prosperity? Do we wonder why justice no longer prevails, why only a few serve while the rest take, why personal security means more than sacrifice and servanthood—even in the church?

These are big questions all, personal and corporate. They are the questions that Isaiah SHOULD raise for us. They are the questions that should drive us to our knees and make us hungry for God’s mercy, for his deliverance, for his word.

Are we listening?

Even now, the Lord desires to speak the words he did through Isaiah of Babylon to the people in exile. He longs for his ‘listen’ of warning to become the ‘listen’ of comfort and wisdom.

What must we do, then?

Listen…

Listen to the word of warning, recognize the truth of who we are before the Lord, of our great need, for mercy and for abandonment to his will—his salvation.

Listen…

Listen not to what we think we need to hear, not to what we desire to hear, but to what God is really saying to us. Seek to be challenged and changed. Become teachable and open to any possibility. Hunger for God to speak. Work to understand, and be eager to do what he says.

And rouse ourselves…

Be active listeners, dependent upon God for who we are and what we do. Don’t be slaves to achievement or progress. Don’t be slaves to worldly values, wealth, or security. Don’t be enamored with our models of success or driven by our own expectations. Be willing to face powers and superpowers as God’s people, trusting in his power, his will, and his reward.

The Lord will take us to this place—by persuasion or by punishment. If we listen not to his word of warning, he will take us to the brink of desperation.

Be persuaded, learn to listen even now. Look to your past, he said through Isaiah, to the truth of who you are and who your ancestors were and the way I blessed them. Open yourself to my wisdom, my teaching, he said, “give heed to me, my nation; for a teaching will go out from me, and MY justice for a light to the peoples” (Isaiah 51.4).

Recognize the fullness of who God is and the futility of who we are, for the “heavens will vanish like smoke, the earth will wear out like a garment, and those who live on it will die like gnats,” but HIS salvation will be forever (51.6).

To participate in HIS salvation, to be restored and used as his people, we must

– Live a life of confession and humility

– Hunger for his word and the food of his table in worship and fellowship

– Expect to be changed and transformed by his Spirit in worship and each and every day

– Actively listen—be prepared to live HIS justice, HIS wisdom, and the hope of HIS salvation in the midst of a world full of oppression and pressure, of competition and selfishness, of self promotion, of suffering, of violence, and of injustice.

Listen, understand, and do—it’s the only way.

This was a difficult sermon to prepare. Much was laid on my heart—much that is difficult to express. Much was made clear by the Spirit that would take us many more hours to explore as we try to plumb the breadth and depth of the word of the Lord and to do it justice. I can only hope that we will all listen, with open ears and contrite hearts. I can only pray that we will all hear what the Lord is saying, through his struggling minister, through songs and prayers, through our feast at his table, and through the Holy Spirit who even now is speaking to each and every one of us.

I invite you now to quiet your hearts and minds to hear and understand. You can do this where you stand, or you can join me on your knees. Either way, without ceremony, let us reflect quietly on what the Lord, our God, has said and is saying to us.

Holy Father, we are your people who call upon you as children through the name and blood of Jesus Christ. We are desperate for your word. We are hungry for your salvation. We are ready to be taught, challenged, and changed by your wisdom in the power of your Spirit.

Humble us before your grace and glory. Use us as your justice and mercy in and for the world. Teach us to listen, in listening to understand, and in understanding to act, on your word, by your will, and in your grace. Amen.