You probably know the story of the time there was a big flood, and people had to climb up on to the roofs of their houses to escape. One guy thought this was a remarkable opportunity to demonstrate, so he thought, God’s power, so he prayed “Dear Lord, please come and save me.”
Just then, someone came past
in a rowing-boat and said “Climb in, we’ll take you to
safety!”
“Oh, no thank you,” said our friend, “I’ve
prayed for God to save me, so I’ll just wait for Him to do
so.”
And he carried on praying, “Dear Lord, please
save me!”
Then along came the police in a motor-launch,
and called for him to jump in, but he sent them away, too, and
continued to pray “Dear Lord, please save me!”
Finally,
a Coastguard helicopter came and sent down someone on a rope to him,
but he still refused, claiming that he was relying on God to save
him.
And half an hour later, he was swept away and
drowned.
So, because he was a Christian, as you can
imagine, he ended up in Heaven, and the first thing he did when he
got there was go to to the Throne of Grace, and say to God, “What
do you mean by letting me down like this? I prayed and prayed for
you to rescue me, and you didn’t!”
“My dear child,”
said God, “I sent you two boats and a helicopter – what more did
you want?”
In a way, that’s rather what happened to
Jesus in our Gospel reading this morning. He has
gone home for the weekend. Big mistake! Because on the
Sabbath Day, he goes to the synagogue with his family, and because
he’s home visiting for the weekend, they ask him to choose the
reading from the Prophets. Luke’s version of this story tells us
that he read from the prophet Isaiah, the bit where it says: “The
Spirit of the Sovereign LORD is on me, because the LORD has anointed
me to preach good news to the poor. He has sent me to bind up the
broken-hearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from
darkness for the prisoners, to proclaim the year of the LORD's favour
and the day of vengeance of our God, to comfort all who mourn.”
Mark
doesn’t go into such detail, but he does tell us that Jesus’
friends and family were amazed. “Where did this man get these
things?” they asked. “What's this wisdom that has been given
him, that he even does miracles!” And we’re told they were
rather offended. “He’s only the Carpenter’s son, Mary’s lad.
These are his brothers and sisters. He can’t be special.” And
they were offended, so we are told. Luke says they even picked up
stones to throw at him to make him go away. But Mark says that he
could do no miracles there, just one or two healings.
And
he was amazed at their lack of faith.
After all, they
thought, what did he know? He’s just a local lad, a builder.
Ought to be home working with his brothers, not gadding about the
country claiming to be a prophet. They couldn’t hear God’s voice
speaking through him. They didn’t expect to, and they didn’t
want to. Like the man in my story, they had very definite ideas
about how God worked, and working through a local boy they’d known
since childhood wasn’t one of them!
So Jesus leaves them
alone, and goes off on a tour of the local country, teaching and
healing as he went. And then he starts
to send out his disciples, two by two, giving them authority over
“impure spirits”. They are sent out with literally only their
walking-staffs, rather like modern-day trekking poles. No food, he
tells them, no money, no bag – you can wear sandals, if you wish,
but don’t take an extra shirt. The disciples are to rely on God’s
provisions for them, staying wherever they are first welcomed – and
not moving next door if next door’s cooking is better! And if they
are not welcomed, they are to leave at once, without comment, but
shaking the dust off their feet.
And, we are told, that’s
just what the disciples did. They drove out evil spirits, they
anointed people with oil, and healed people, bringing the good news
of God’s Kingdom far and wide.
We aren’t told how long
they were on the road, but I imagine not more than a couple of
months. We are told that when they came back, Jesus tried to take
them to a quiet place to debrief them, but so many people were
following them all by this time that it became impossible,
so he went on teaching the crowds, and eventually fed them with the
contents of a small boy’s lunchbox! For the disciples, this must
have been an exciting interlude in their lives. But in the other
gospels we are told that when they were able to tell Jesus that even
evil spirits responded to them, Jesus said that really, what mattered
was that their names were written in the Kingdom of Heaven. A modern
paraphrase puts it:
"All the same, the
great triumph is not in your authority over evil, but in God's
authority over you and presence with you.
Not what you do for
God but what God does for you –
that's the agenda for
rejoicing."
Do we have definite ideas about how God
works, I wonder? Do we expect to see God working in the ordinary,
the every day? Or do we expect him always to come down with power
and fire from Heaven? Do we expect Him to speak to us through other
people, perhaps even through me, or do we expect Him to illuminate a
verse of the Bible specially, or write His message in fiery letters
in the sky?
We do sometimes, because we are human, long
and long to see God at work in the spectacular, the kind of thing
that Jesus used to do when he healed the sick and even raised the
dead. And very occasionally God is gracious enough to give us such
signs. But mostly, these days, He heals through modern medicine,
guiding scientists to develop medicine and surgical techniques that
can do things our ancestors only dreamed about. And through
complementary medical techniques which address the whole person, not
just the illness. And through love and hugs and sympathy and
support.
We do need to learn to recognise God at work.
All too often, we walk blindly through our week, not noticing God –
and yet God is there. God is there and going on micro-managing His
creation, no matter how unaware of it we are. And God is there to
speak to us through the words of a friend, or an acquaintance. If we
need rescuing, God is a lot more likely to send a friend to do it
than to come in person!
And conversely, we need to be open
to God at work in us, so that we can be the friend who does the
speaking, or the rescuing. Not that God can’t use people who don’t
know him – of course He both can and does – but the more open we
are to being His person, the more we allow Him to work in us, to help
us grow into the sort of person He created us to be, then the more He
can use us, with or without our knowledge, in His world. Who knows,
maybe the supermarket cashier you smiled at yesterday really needed
that smile to affirm her faith in people, after a bad day. Or the
friend you telephoned just to have a catch-up with was badly needing
to chat to someone – not necessarily a serious conversation, just a
chat. You will never know – but God knows.
We are, of
course, never told “what would have happened”, but I wonder what
would have happened if the people of Nazareth had been open to Jesus.
He could have certainly done more miracles there. Maybe he wouldn’t
have had to have become an itinerant preacher, going round all the
villages. Maybe he could have had a home. I think God may well have
used the rejection to open up new areas of ministry for Jesus –
after all, we do know that God works all things for good.
And,
finally, what happened to the people of Nazareth? The answer is,
nothing. Nothing happened. God could do no work there through Jesus.
Okay, a few sick people were healed, but that was all. The good news
of the Kingdom of God was not proclaimed. Miracles didn’t happen.
Just. . . nothing.
We do know, of course, that in the end
his family, at least, were able to get their heads round the idea of
their lad being The One. His Mother was in the Upper Room on the Day
of Pentecost. James, one of his brothers, was a leader in the early
church. But were they the only ones? Did anybody else from Nazareth
believe in Him, or were they all left, sadly, alone?
I
think that’s an Awful Warning, isn’t it? If we decide we need to
know best who God chooses to speak through, how God is to act, then
God can do nothing. And God will do nothing. If he sends two boats
and a helicopter and we reject them because we don’t see God’s
hand at work in them, then we will be left to our own devices. As
the people of Nazareth were.
“Not what you do for God
but what God does for you – that's the agenda for rejoicing.”
And if you don’t allow God to do anything for you, in whatever way,
what then?
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