If we follow the church calendar, last Sunday would have been Epiphany Sunday, where we recognize the visit of the Magi to the infant Baby Jesus. These men came from the East following a star. This star led them first to King Herod, and then on to Bethlehem where they found the King of Kings and worshiped Him with gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh. Now we could spend the rest of our time here this morning debating about the specifics of the Magi, or Wise Men. Were there 3 or 12? Did they come from different nations or one singular nation? Did they follow a star or a planet?
Perhaps we would all be a bit more intelligent if we had that kind of a message this morning, but I am more concerned about our hearts than our heads this morning. On this weekend, where we remember a man that gave his life for justice and equality, I want us to remember that 2,000 years before his time; there was an infant baby, born in a lowly manger that did the same thing. These Magi, or Wise Men, came to worship the King of Kings. We do know that they were not of Jewish descent, and we know that God used them in His plan; as he directed them home by way of a different route. This in turn allowed Mary and Joseph enough time to bring Jesus to Egypt before King Herod could find this king who was to usurp his rule.
These Magi did something pretty incredible that I don’t want to forget. In the second chapter of the Gospel of Matthew it states:
Beginning with verse 9: After they had heard the king, they went on their way, and the star they had seen in the east went ahead of them until it stopped over the place where the child was. When they saw the star, they were overjoyed. On coming to the house, they saw the child with his mother, Mary, and they bowed down to worship him. Then they opened their treasures and presented him with gifts of gold and of incense and of myrrh.
The actions of these men from the east did something that changed the course of history. Their worship of this child told the world that this newborn messiah was not simply for the Jewish nation, but He was for all of the world. Their worship expanded God’s family to the entirety of the known world. This Savior born to Mary was not just for the people of that time and that place, but this baby, Emmanuel , God with us, was born for each of us as well. He was born for those that have gone before us, and He was born for the generations that will follow us as well.
Perhaps we have focused all along on the wrong thing. We are quick to have our children memorize the gifts that the Magi brought to baby Jesus, but we have forgotten to talk about their worship, and the fact that Jesus came as a Savior for the world instead of just for us. What does the term, “Savior of the world” mean for us today?
It means that we are all connected. It says in the 139th Psalm that God created our inmost being, that, He knit us together in our mother’s womb. I don’t think David was simply talking about himself, but all of humanity. And if we go back even further to the creation of man in the book of Genesis we hear these words, “So God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him; male and female he created them.”
These verses aren’t just for us in America. These verses aren’t just for us with wealth. These verses aren’t just for those that have grown up in the church. They are for the world!
This past summer, on our way to Uganda, we had an unexpected delay in Washington D.C., and I was so grateful as it afforded us enough time to tour the Holocaust Museum. Are there others here that have gotten to share in that experience? Well I believe I can speak for all of us and attest to the fact that it is a powerful and moving experience.
I was speechless as we left this memorial. And as I absorbed the stories that were shared within during our long flights to Africa, I was filled with a great sense of shame. “How could the Christians of the world allow this to happen?,” I kept asking myself. And then I thought of the genocide that took place in Rwanda in 1994 that much of the world simply ignored. We could look at Serbia, the killing fields of Cambodia, at what is currently happening in North Africa or Central Africa,and the Savior of the world cries another tear.
We are connected, not in the gifts that the Magi brought to Jesus, but we are connected in the suffering that Christ endured on behalf of all of us. We are all connected, not in the material things that keep us distracted, but in the fact that we all wear skin.
Now I have never been accused of being overly patriotic. And it is not because that I am not grateful for my freedoms, but it is because I worship the Savior of the world, not the Savior of America, and I think that Dr. King would not want us to only demand equal rights for our nation, but for equal rights around the world–for the child stuck in a brothel in New Delhi, or the child soldier being forced to kill in the name of some revolution that only promises more destruction.
Jesus did not come to lead us to earthly riches, but He came to this earth to lead us to the cross. We are blessed when we suffer for the Kingdom. We are blessed when we join the rest of our family in their suffering as well.
Going back to the Gospel of Matthew, I want to look at one of the first teachings of Jesus, His sermon on the mount found in Matthew 5. I am going to read this passage from The Message, a contemporary translation of the Bible, and as I read these words to you, I want you to think about what the Savior of the world means for you this morning.
I fully believe that there are days that we simply need to revel in the fact that God loves us, cares for us. But today, I want us to think about the fact that we have been blessed through the cross, so that we can in turn be a blessing to the world.
You’re blessed when you’re at the end of your rope. With less of you there is more of God and his rule.
You’re blessed when you feel you’ve lost what is most dear to you. Only then can you be embraced by the One most dear to you.
You’re blessed when you’re content with just who you are –no more, no less. That’s the moment you find yourselves proud owners of everything that can’t be bought.
You’re blessed when you’ve worked up a good appetite for God. He’s food and drink in the best meal you’ll ever eat.
You’re blessed when you care. At the moment of being ‘care-full’, you find yourselves cared for.
You’re blessed when you get your inside world – your mind and heart –put right. Then you can see God in the outside world.
You’re blessed when you can show people how to cooperate instead of compete or fight. That’s when you discover who you really are, and your place in God’s family.
You’re blessed when your commitment to God provokes persecution. The persecution drives you even deeper into God’s kingdom.
Not only that – count yourselves blessed every time people put you down or throw you out or speak lies about you to discredit me. What it means is that the truth is too close for comfort and they are uncomfortable. You can be glad when that happens – give a cheer, even! – for though they don’t like it, I do! And all heaven applauds. And know that you are in good company. My prophets and witnesses have always gotten into this kind of trouble.
We, in this place, are a blessed people. May we leave this sanctuary knowing that our blessings, just like Christ , are meant for the world.
How does the fact that we worship the Savior of the World change us? How does it impact the way in which we worship? How does it impact the way in which we communicate with one another? How does it impact the way we spend our time, or our finances?
Perhaps, the fact that we worship the Savior of the World changes nothing in our lives, or perhaps it changes everything!
The Magi came to worship this Savior of the World, and then God instructed them to go home by way of a different route. Maybe God is saying the same things to us this very day. Maybe He is saying that now that we have had an encountered this Savior for ourselves, that we too, must journey down a new path.
What will you do with this Savior? Better yet, what will you allow this Savior to do with you?
Michael Warneke <> January 17, 2012
As always it is a pleasure and a blessing when I have the opportunity to share my heart with you on Sunday mornings. I hope and pray that you were able to find reason to be thankful and grateful for your lives over this past weekend.
I have been tasked this morning to speak on the topic of stewardship as we approach commitment Sunday, where we all pledge our giving for the coming year. I have to be honest, as this is not a topic I was overly excited to share about. One of those reasons is that messages on money are often tuned out by the congregation, or they have an easier opportunity to offend, and secondly I don’t always feel like a good steward of all that God has given to me to protect and distribute.
As some of you know, I had the privilege of traveling back to Uganda late last month and getting back to the states on the 7th of August. It was another journey of my life that will take quite some time to fully digest, as God continues to bring forth lessons of wisdom and growth as I think back on my time with the beautiful people of Uganda.
Before I get to my heart, let’s start with God’s heart for his people in Paul’s letter to Rome:
Today I want to focus on “Finding the Fearless Life.” So much of what we do, or do not do for that matter is unknowingly dictated by our fears. The fear of being rejected, the fear of looking out of place, the fear of being seen as pious, prideful, shameful, ugly, or just plain dumb. I want you to think about what you are most afraid of and why?
I work at a great church, and I feel like we are trying to live out community in some great ways, and have some room to grow in others. One of our church goals is Radical Generosity, which I most definitely agree with, but it is one that is so hard to define, and practically live out. Our church, like many others in this part of Western Christianity spends a bulk of its finances on maintaining our building and keeping our staff paid. These are not bad things, but it leaves little wiggle room for “true” radical generosity.
John 3:1-17
My wife, Abby, and I recently had the privilege of seeing 127 Hours this past week, and I must say that four days later it is still on my mind. The film, by Danny Boyle, does a remarkable job of recreating the true account of Aron Ralston and his incredible struggle for survival in Bluejohn Canyon, Utah. In May of 2003, Aron was rock climbing and mountaineering in the Bluejohn Canyon when a boulder slipped and pinned Aron’s right arm for five days. After the excruciating physical and emotional trauma of isolation, physical pain, and starvation, Aron makes the decision that saves his life, to break his own arm just above his trapped wrist, and over the course of an hour I cannot begin to imagine, he severs off his right arm, the skin, tendons, arteries, and the nerves. Following a heroic 17 1/2 mile journey to freedom he is rescued and continues to climb and mountaineer to this day.