Hair Shirts and High Promises: Luke 3:1-6

 Second Sunday of Advent

In the fifteenth year of the reign of Tiberius Caesar, Pontius Pilate being governor of Judea, and Herod being tetrarch of Galilee, and his brother Philip tetrarch of the region of Ituraea and Trachonitis, and Lysanias tetrarch of Abilene, during the high priesthood of Annas and Caiaphas, the word of God came to John the son of Zechariah in the wilderness. And he went into all the region around the Jordan, proclaiming a baptism of repentance for the forgiveness of sins. As it is written in the book of the words of Isaiah the prophet,

“The voice of one crying in the wilderness:
‘Prepare the way of the Lord,
    make his paths straight.
Every valley shall be filled,
    and every mountain and hill shall be made low,
and the crooked shall become straight,
    and the rough places shall become level ways,
and all flesh shall see the salvation of God.’
(ESV)

 

          Every year, my mother has the tradition of buying me one of those chocolate-a-day Advent calendars.  It’s been interesting to watch them become increasingly secular over the years with Scripture verses tossed underneath rosy-cheeked Santas and the windows numbering the days of December rather than the full season of Advent.  I don’t actually like chocolates all that much, but I love opening each new door and seeing what is underneath, watching the peeled-apart cardboard flags multiply as we get closer and closer to Christmas.

          This year, my mother upped her game and found a fancy, nutcracker-covered calendar filled with various kinds of truffles.  There’s even a guide on the back to tell you what you’re about to eat like the Whitman’s Samplers with the little maps.  But the travel through the mail system was not kind to this Advent calendar; by the time it got to me, about a third of the chocolates had gotten shaken to the bottom of the box to be fished out when I open a cardboard window onto an empty space.  The chocolates still taste fine, of course, but they aren’t where they’re supposed to be.

          “In the fifteenth year of the reign of Tiberius Caesar”.  Professor Audrey West notes that, “Luke 3:1-6 sets the stage for John the Baptist’s prophetic call by introducing an A-list of Earthly Powers: an emperor, a governor, three tetrarchs, and two high priests. Together they represent rulers of the known world, the regional lands, and the religious, political, and economic complex that stands at the heart of Jerusalem. Collectively they hold all the authority and might that wealth, military prowess, or ancestry can command.”[1]

          Luke, who has already told the story of both John’s and Jesus’ unlikely births, doubles down on the awareness that this is not what is supposed to happen.  At this point in history, these were the people in secular and religious power; it was they who set the tone of day-to-day life, they who interpreted God and the gods, they who would guide any kind of forgiveness or salvation.

          But God, as we re-learn every Advent, was not interested in what was supposed to happen.

          “The word of God came to John the son of Zechariah in the wilderness.”  Far from the powerful men who ruled over their little fiefdoms, God pulled a priest’s son into the narrative of change and restoration.  Larry Broding points out, “Luke presented a contrary sign as proof of God's activity: a cryer [sic] of news in the desert. A news cryer [sic] was an urban activity. People gathered in the marketplace to hear the news from the traveling cryer [sic]. But, the desert (literally, deserted areas) was no place to announce news of import. Such a place hid many dangers and traps. Only the hermit endured such environs. Yet, the combination of the two images (cryer [sic] in the desert) recalled the Exodus experience and the prophetic tradition. If there was a place to hear news from God, it was the desert.”[2]

          God is always taking the narrative of who is supposed to be where and what is supposed to be happening and flipping it upside-down, making incredible promises out of bizarre odds and ends.  We see it in the very text Luke uses to describe John’s message, an excerpt from the prophet Isaiah: “‘Prepare the way of the Lord, make his paths straight. Every valley shall be filled, and every mountain and hill shall be made low, and the crooked shall become straight, and the rough places shall become level ways, and all flesh shall see the salvation of God.’”  Before this became a Baroque earworm, Isaiah’s prophecy was a reassurance to the nation of Israel losing against the Assyrians and trying to understand how God could pull them back from devastation.  The improbable becomes reality, what happens is never what “should” happen; valleys are filled, mountains are leveled, paths are redrawn, and salvation is for everyone.

          This is God shaking the box of chocolates. This is God refusing to be limited to the cardboard windows and religious expectations and human-made laws; this is God coming to live as a human, heralded by a human, changing the world of humanity.  John of the wilderness and the unimportant desert hermits is given the message that nothing will be like we think it should and this is not only okay but filled with grace and hope and peace.

          This second Sunday of Advent is wrapped around the concept of peace, and if that isn’t a push against what we humans think “should” happen I do not know what is.  We have been in existence as a species for hundreds of thousands of years and we have never once managed to keep peace.  Peace—not the absence of fighting but the true presence of bone-deep awareness that conflict is not the desired mode of living—is a radically countercultural concept.  For God to invite us to peace; for God to offer peace over and over in this Advent narrative; for God to claim the importance of peace infused with justice and love is every bit as upended as a man crying in the wilderness about raised valleys. 

          And we who gather on this Sunday of peace know that this is a breaking of expectation.  We are called to live like it’s possible when it literally never has been before—human history is wars and stories of wars but we say peace, peace like there actually could be peace, like God could remake our hearts enough for peace to be not only an option but a reality.  We claim peace on earth and goodwill to all like we answer to someone who is not Tiberius, or Herod, or Caiaphas—because we do.  We resurrection people who prepare the way of the Lord to remember a birth that was not supposed to happen take the step of faith that embraces our shattered expectations, knowing that God does not fit into our radio holiday hour or the cartoon marathon on CBS or the neatly packaged Advent calendars with bite-size Scriptures.  God comes crashing through with high promises and hair shirts and absolutely no care for who’s in power or what “should” be. 

          Vicar Judith Jones writes, “Preparing the Lord’s path toward peace requires overturning the world as we know it. John quotes the prophet Isaiah to describe the earthshaking transformation that must take place. Though his words can certainly be taken as mere pictures of road construction, in the context of Luke’s writings they evoke richer associations: valleys filled full, mountains and hills humbled (tapeinoo), everything crooked made straight and true. Mary sings of the God who has looked on her humble state (tapeinosis). She praises the One who saves by dethroning the powerful and exalting the humble (tapeinous), sending the rich away empty-handed and filling up the hungry (Luke 1:52–53). Jesus blesses the poor and the hungry and the weeping but announces woe for the rich and well-fed (Luke 6:20–26). On the Day of Pentecost Peter warns the people, ‘Be saved from this crooked generation’ (Acts 2:40). ‘Crooked,’ skolia, is the same word that Isaiah uses for the things that must be straightened out. Preparing for God’s arrival means rethinking systems and structures that we see as normal but that God condemns as oppressive and crooked.”[3]

          Any systems and structures come to mind, Church?  In this second year of Joe Biden’s presidency, Gretchen Whitmer being governor over Michigan and Nancy Pelosi the Speaker of the U.S. House of Representatives, when Thomas Bickerton is the president of the United Methodist Council of Bishops and Keith Boyette is the chairman of the breakaway Wesleyan Covenant Association, there are systems and structures that are oppressive and crooked and have been for decades.  Whether you want all of those people in charge of anything or not, we who live and move and have our being in the God Who does not answer to earthly powers must listen for the voice in the wilderness that says all flesh, all flesh shall see the salvation of God, literally the “deliverance from harm”[4] that has so very much to do with how we create peace here, right now, breaking down the systems that create mountains where God desires level plains.  It has so very much to do with how we look around the world and get involved in it, we communal creations, whether it’s participating in the blanket drive of this month or helping out at a food pantry or calling a sick friend or writing the governor or bishop or chairman to say we must break the systems of oppression that bind us, that expect silent agreement from the wilderness.

          Today, in addition to being the second Sunday of Advent, is a Sunday on which we celebrate communion.  This, too, is the upending of expectation; this, too, is not what “should” have happened.  Communion takes the ordinary and makes it wondrous; bread that is holy, wine that is blessed.  So often we then take the wondrous and make it routine, settling into the reign of Tiberius yet again because it is the first Sunday of the month, let us do this rote repetition, Annas and Caiaphas would be proud.

But this, Church, this is us preparing the way of the Lord, remembering over and over that God is not done with the terrifying glory of change.  God became human, the world was flipped, the box was shaken, all the candy is at the bottom and love is the ruling factor of how we are to live, love that prepares space for peace to walk unashamed, peace that refuses intolerance and oppression, peace empowered by a God Who says I do not bend to your structures of what “should” be. 

This sacrament is not a voice crying in the wilderness but a King giving a proclamation that there is an entirely different paradigm of the world.  We gather around the table where all are welcome, all are welcome in God’s deliverance from harm, and we say yet again that we remember that Christ lived, and died, and rose, and beckons us to bring healing, hope, and peace.

Come, then.  Again, and again, and again, let us prepare the way of the Lord, one promise, one upended expectation at a time.  Amen.

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