History Lessons

The Rev. Sandy Selby – St. Paul’s Episcopal Church, Akron

2nd Sunday of Advent, Year C – December 10. 2006

Text: Luke 3:1-6

 

“Blessed be the Lord God of Israel, for he hath visited and redeemed his people.” These words of the “Benedictus Dominus Deus” begin the prophecy of Zechariah on the occasion of the circumcision and naming of his son John, who we know as “John the Baptist.”

Last week we started a new liturgical year-- “Year C” of the three-year lectionary cycle. In the months ahead, lovers of language are in for a real treat, because in Year C we read primarily from the gospel according to Luke. Many would say that Luke’s gospel, perhaps along with Second Isaiah, has the most beautiful language of the Bible. This is nowhere more apparent than in the so-called “Infancy Narrative” in the first two chapters of Luke, which tell the story of the annunciation and birth of John and Jesus, and of the first years of Jesus’ life.

Those two chapters alone contain four of the most beloved canticles of our liturgy. The Magnificat of Mary --“My soul doth magnify the Lord, and my spirit rejoiceth in God my savior”; the Benedictus, which we read earlier; the Gloria of the angels at the birth of Jesus: “Glory to God in the highest heaven, and on earth peace, good will towards men;” and the Nunc dimittis of Simeon upon seeing the child Jesus, Lord, now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace, according to thy Word; For mine eyes have seen thy salvation...”

 

The Infancy Narrative of Luke is filled with visions and prophecies and angels and glorious hymns and fantastic events. The content and language of Luke could make us feel that we are somehow transported from this world, swept away from life’s vicissitudes by something wondrous.

But Luke doesn’t let that happen. He anchors these stories in history. The 1st chapter, telling the story of the birth annunciations to Elizabeth and Mary, and the birth and naming of John, is anchored on these words: “In the days of King Herod of Judea…”  In other words, says Luke, “pay attention: this really happened.”

The second chapter of Luke, which tells of the birth and childhood of Jesus, begins: “In those days a decree went out from Emperor Augustus that all the world should be registered. This was the first registration and was taken when Quirinius was governor of Syria.” In other words, “pay attention, this really happened.”

 

Today’s reading from the 3rd chapter of Luke picks up the story again, years later, with the appearance of John the Baptist in preparation for the ministry of Jesus. This time Luke wants to be certain that we keep our feet planted firmly on the ground of reality. His account begins by setting the historical context:In the fifteenth year of the reign of Emperor Tiberius, when Pontius Pilate was governor of Judea, and Herod was ruler of Galilee…”

            He goes on to anchor the story in seven historical political and religious figures to alert us that what he is describing is real. It’s as if Luke is saying, “This happened; and this is when it happened; and this is where it happened.”

            Having said that these events happened, he directs us to the Hebrew Scriptures in order to make sense of what is happening, quoting from a series of poems in Isaiah that contain a message of hope for God’s people in exile. Luke directs us to the “voice of one crying out in the wilderness.” He speaks of valleys that will be filled, mountains that will be flattened, and crooked ways that will be made straight, so that “all flesh shall see the salvation of God.”

The Hebrew Scriptures echoed in the words of John the Baptist provide a background of hope and the framework for understanding the significance of the One whom John proclaims.  In Luke’s gospel, the core of the ministry and message of Jesus is the saving power of God through Jesus Christ, grounded in the universal embrace of God’s love. This is what the people of the wilderness hope for. This is what they await.

All of this, says Luke, is grounded in history, having occurred In the fifteenth year of the reign of Emperor Tiberius, when Pontius Pilate was governor of Judea… during the high priesthood of Annas and Caiaphas.”

 

 

Let us turn now to our own history, and to our own wilderness.

In the seventh year of the presidency of George W. Bush, when Robert Taft was governor of Ohio, when Katharine was Presiding Bishop and Mark the Bishop of Ohio, more than two hundred people gathered in downtown Akron last Monday night in the atrium of a government office building.

The occasion was the 12th annual Angel Tree Ceremony and Homicide Memorial Service sponsored by the Victim Assistance Program. You may have seen the article about it in the Beacon Journal on Tuesday.

For the past few years I have delivered the invocation and the benediction at that ceremony. Let me tell you about it. It’s not an easy story to tell, or to hear.

The ceremony is attended by the families and friends of Summit County homicide victims. A speaker—this year the Rev. Dr. Ron Fowler of Arlington Church of God—gives a brief address. Then people go to tables and find angel ornaments, each one bearing the name of a homicide victim, to hang on the Christmas tree. When we started this service twelve years ago, one tree was plenty. This year we filled up two trees with angels for all of the homicide victims in Summit County in the last twelve years--angels for 513 adults and 40 children.

The families and friends of the victims walk up to the trees, one by one, and give the name of the person who died, their relationship to that person, and, usually, the date the person was killed. Sometimes they’ll tell the story of what happened. And sometimes they’ll talk about where they are in their own journey. Then they hang their angel on the tree.

 

The people there are a cross-section of society. Some individuals come to the ceremony year after year. Watching the ritual of remembrance is powerful beyond words. We see raw emotions of anger, grief and rage, and hear cries of outrage and longing for justice.

This is life in the wilderness of Akron, Ohio.

 

We see other things, too—hints of new life in this community gathered to remember death. Heads nodding in agreement at shared experience, hugs of support, the visible relief of being among others who understand. Stirrings of hope. Signs of awakening.

In a government office building in Akron Ohio, the ancient prophecy of Zechariah echoes in the night:

 

And thou, child, shalt be called the prophet of the Highest,

 for thou shalt go before the face of the Lord to prepare his ways;

 To give knowledge of salvation unto his people for the remission of their sins, Through the tender mercy of our God,

 whereby the dayspring from on high hath visited us;

To give light to them that sit in darkness

 and in the shadow of death,

and to guide our feet into the way of peace.