Sunday, June 26, 2016
Luke 19:41-44 and 13:34: Under His Wings
INTRODUCTION
If I could ever go to the Holy Land,
there is one sight I would especially like to see.
It is the view of the Holy City,
Jerusalem, from the Mount of Olives.
This is the view that would have
greeted countless devout Israelites as they came in their joyful pilgrimages to
the great feasts at the Temple.
It is the view that Jesus saw as he
approached the city on Palm Sunday, that last week before his crucifixion.
Of course, the city looks much
different now than it did then, but I would try to imagine the city Jesus saw
as I looked at the modern one.
I. From that mountainside Jesus saw
the beautiful city of Jerusalem, to him, the dearest city on earth.
A. In Jesus’s time Jerusalem was a
walled city of narrow streets and closely-packed small houses. Its walls
included 74 towers.
Along the streets, were shops
selling all sorts of goods from many countries, shoemakers, dyers, tailors, woodworkers,
and workers in iron and brass. Skilled artisans crafted jeweled cups, rings,
silk and fine linen fabrics, and ointments and perfumes as precious as gold.
Jerusalem was a cosmopolitan city
with visitors coming in multitudes for the holy festivals that occurred many
times a year.
Hundreds of synagogues dotted the
city, some for different nationalities of Jews from abroad.
In Jerusalem, the tiny houses of
the working people contrasted with white marble mansions of the rich with their
formal gardens, courtyards and pools—and the magnificent palaces of King Herod
and the High Priest.
A visitor would have seen a great
open-air theater with semicircular stone seats ascending from a central stage—and
the hippodrome, an oval track, like a stadium, for chariot races, with stone
seating all around.
The Jerusalem of Jesus’s time was
one of the most beautiful and grandest cities in the world.
B. But the most impressive sight of
all, the crowning jewel of Jerusalem, was the magnificent Temple—a building of
shining marble and glittering gold.
The Temple complex was on the most
elevated part of the city—called “Mt. Zion.”
Its white marble and enormous
bronze doors were dazzling in the morning sun.
The central shrine, into which only
priests could enter, was surrounded by spacious courtyards where the worshipers
gathered. All-in-all the Temple and its grounds covered 35 acres.
This Temple was much larger and grander
than the Temple Solomon had built. That one had been destroyed by the
Babylonians hundreds of years before. But when the people who returned from
Babylon had rebuilt it 500 years before the time of Christ.
Then, forty-six years before the
time we’re going to read about, King Herod had begun to enlarge it and renovate
it on a grand scale. But the work was still not finished, and craftsmen and
builders were still working on it when Jesus visited it.
This glorious building was one of
the wonders of the world. People said, “He who has not seen the Temple of Herod
has never known what beauty is.”
Though God was so great that he
filled the universe, the Jews believed that this was his earthly house. Here he
especially dwelt, and here he was most perfectly worshiped.
II. On Palm Sunday, as Jesus
approached Jerusalem on the Sunday before his death, he looked on the city with
her beautiful temple and thought of its multitudes of people, he began to weep.
A. Here’s the story from Luke 19:41-44:
As
Jesus came near and saw the city, he wept over it, saying, “If you, even you,
had only recognized on this day the things that make for peace! But now they
are hidden from your eyes.
“Indeed,
the days will come upon you, when your enemies will set up ramparts around and
surround you and hem you in on every side. They will crush you to the ground,
you and your children within you, and they will not leave within you one stone
upon another, because you did not recognize the time of your visitation from
God.”
Jesus wept because what he saw
before him, not a glorious city but the smoking ruin it would be in 40 years. In
AD
66, the Jews revolted against their Roman occupiers. Jerusalem was besieged;
many died of starvation, and people who attempted to escape were crucified by
the hundreds. The Romans crushed the rebellion, destroyed Jerusalem and its
Temple, slaughtered, thousands of Jews, and took many into captivity as slaves.
The Roman general Titus refused to
accept the wreath of victory. He said, “There is no merit in vanquishing a
people forsaken by their own God.”
B. Jesus had come to call the
nation to repentance and to God. He saw the disaster approaching, and he knew
that only by turning to God could its people avoid catastrophe.
By this time Jesus knew that his
people would not repent but would reject him and kill him. They would reject
the Father who had sent Jesus to be their Savior.
So Jesus wept.
This story is a window into the
heart of God. In Jesus’ tears we see how much God loves the people he has
created…and how much he grieves when we reject his love.
III. If you would go today to the
spot where Jesus beheld the city and wept over it, you would find there a little
church called Dominus Flivet, which
means in Latin, “The Lord Wept.”
A. This little church is in the
shape of a teardrop, intended to remind the worshiper of Jesus’s tears.
Inside, above the altar, is a great
window, overlooking Jerusalem. The view from the window is broken by an
intricate filigree of intersecting iron grillwork. So that when you look
through it, it is like a stained glass window, except that what you see is not
colored glass but a panorama of Jerusalem broken by the shapes of the spaces
marked out by the grillwork.
Under the blue sky you would see
the buildings of the city. And in the middle, the great mosque—The Dome of the
Rock—a holy shrine of Islam that stands in the exact spot where the ancient
Temple stood.
The most remarkable sight in this
little chapel is a mosaic on the altar. There, worked out with bits of colored
glass is a picture of a hen and its chickens.
Did you know that Jesus once
compared himself to a mother hen? He did. And it is one of the most meaningful
images of Christ that we have.
The hen in this mosaic is wearing a
halo. The chickens are under her wings. And around the circle that encloses the
hen and her chicks are these words:
“O Jerusalem,
Jerusalem, killing the prophets
and stoning those who
are sent to you!
How often would I
have gathered your children together
as a hen gathers her
chicks under her wings,
and you were not
willing” (Luke
13:34).
These are the words of Jesus from
Luke 13, spoken by Jesus on a previous visit to Jerusalem.
In the mosaic below the altar, the
last phrase—“…and you were not willing”—is
set inside the circle, just under the little chicks’ feet—in a pool of red.
IV. Jesus didn’t compare himself to
some noble bird like an eagle or a hawk, or even a rooster, who is also a good
fighter. He compared himself to a mother hen. Thinking of Jesus as like a
mother hen has a lot to teach us.
The mother hen is protective of her
chicks. When she senses any danger coming, she clucks in a particular kind of way
and her chicks come running to take refuge under her wings.
Then she fluffs herself up and
faces the intruder.
If it is a fox, she fights him to
the death. She will not abandon her chicks, even to save her life.
B. Many stories have been told of
grass fires that swept through farms and farmyards.
And after the fire had burned out, people fine the charred body of a hen, burnt to a crisp. And as they brushed the
dead hen aside with their foot or a stick, baby chicks would come scurrying out
from under their dead mother’s body.
Seeing the fire coming, the hen
didn’t run to safety but gathered her chicks under her wings and saved them—at
the cost of her own life.
C. This is what Jesus would do
before the week was out.
He would go to Jerusalem and let
the full force of evil flow over him. He would give his life, so that those who
flee to him for refuge can be spared.
The mother hen helps us understand
the meaning of Jesus’ love for us. She helps us to understand what it means to
find salvation in Christ.
CONCLUSION
As we grow older we realize how
fragile we are. We realize how dangerous the world is.
We realize how little of our life
is really under our control. We can eat good food, exercise our bodies, get our
sleep, and try to keep our minds awake by mental activity. But we don’t know
what is going on inside our bodies. We know that they are wearing out. We know
how much vigor and strength we have lost and we can look forward to increasing
weakness.
We can occupy our minds with what
we have lost and are losing, or we can set minds to think about the blessings
we have enjoyed, the things we have learned, the love we have received, and all
we have to look forward to.
We can realize that we still have
opportunities to serve God by serving others, and we can determine to live for
God as we never have before. We can lay up treasure in heaven and prepare
ourselves for our homecoming.
So what does it mean to dwell under
God’s wings?—to take refuge in Christ?—to make him the stronghold of our life?—to
live our lives in confident hope?
It means that we take hold of
eternal life—we don’t just relax and coast to Glory. We keep our faith bright
and our hope alive by living in fellowship with God, in connection with
believing friends, in obedience to God’s will, in prayer and thankfulness, and
in meditating on God’s Word. This is dwelling under Christ’s wings—this is dwelling
in the shelter of the Almighty.
Jesus took his thoughts about God
gathering his people under his sheltering wings from the Old Testament. In Psalm
36 an ancient believer addresses God this way:
How precious is your
steadfast love, O God!
All people may take
refuge in the shadow of your wings.
They feast on the
abundance of your house,
and you give them
drink from the river of your delights.
For with you is the
fountain of life;
in your light we see
light.
And in Psalm 63 a psalmist writes,
My soul is satisfied
a with a rich feast,
and my mouth praises
you with joyful lips
when I think of you
upon my bed,
and meditate on you
in the watches of the night;
for you have been my
help,
and in the shadow of your
wings I sing for joy.
My soul clings to
you;
Your right hand
upholds me.
Do all you can to keep connected
with God. That’s what it means to take refuge under the wings of Jesus. That’s
what it takes to continue your journey into the future with faith and joy.
Monday, June 13, 2016
Leviticus 19:18: “Love Your Neighbor as Yourself”
INTRODUCTION
A man named Joe posted this story
on the Internet. It is about his wife Beth.
Joe and Beth had moved from the
suburbs to a warehouse loft in the middle of the city.
There were parking problems, sirens
in the night, and homeless people all around.
The homeless people made Joe
nervous but Beth learned their names.
She enjoyed life in the busy heart
of the city.
The only neighbors who bothered her
were the guys who hung out at the tattoo parlor across the street.
The rough men who hung out at the tattoo
parlor got into fights that stopped the traffic. They harassed women on the
sidewalk. They intimidated men.
Beth avoided walking on their side
of the street.
Sometimes she would look out her
window at the men sitting in front of the shop and fantasize about shooting out
their tires.
One day Beth called Joe at work and
told him she was getting a tattoo.
Joe was surprised because Beth had
never approved of “body art,” but he said, “Okay.”
When Joe got home she showed him
the delicately inscribed words “Love thy neighbor” on her wrist.
She told him how she had marched
across the street and gone into the tattoo parlor. The walls were covered with
drawings of skulls, bloody knives, naked women, and the Virgin of Guadalupe.
A tattoo artist named Manuel was
working on somebody’s backside.
Beth told Manuel she was his
neighbor and asked if she could watch. He said, “Sure.”
After a while she went outside and
sat in front with the guys. One of them asked what she was going to have done.
“Love thy neighbor,” she said.
“Why?” he asked.
“Well, you guys are my neighbors,
and I’m having trouble loving you. You kind of scare me—you know, with all your
fighting and all.”
He led her back into the shop and
announced: “Manuel, dude, we’re scaring our neighbors! We’ve got to stop
fighting.”
Manuel wanted to argue, but Beth
told him she didn’t want to change him; she just wanted to get this tattoo.
After they had agreed on a design,
Manuel set to work. “How do you spell ‘thy,’” he asked. I didn’t go to school
The other tattoo artist piped up,
“Dude, it’s not because you didn’t go to school. It’s because you don’t read
the Bible!”
So Beth got her tattoo—“Love “ Love
thy neighbor”—and from then on Beth would wave to the tattoo artists as if they
were old pals. No more fights broke out. The sidewalk felt safe.
Four months later, Beth took the
car in for an oil change and saw Manuel talking to the repairman behind the
counter. Manuel gave her a warm hug and said to his friend behind the counter,
“Hey! This is my neighbor, the one I was telling you about.”
This little sentence: “Love your neighbor as yourself” occurs
eight times in the Bible.
The first time we read it is in
Leviticus 19:18.
Seven times the command is repeated
in the New Testament:
In Matthew we read two times that
Jesus quoted it.
We find it again in Mark, and in the
story of the Good Samaritan a scribe quotes it to Jesus.
Paul quotes it in Romans and again
in Galatians, and we find it also in the book of James.
“Love thy neighbor.” Probably it’s
one of the first verses you learned in Sunday school.
Today I want to talk to you about
what it means to love your neighbor as yourself.
I. First of all, how do you love
yourself?
A. It doesn’t mean, “Love your
neighbor as much as you love yourself.” Sometimes you don’t love yourself very
much at all.
When I do something I’m ashamed of,
I don’t love myself.
Some people have such a poor
opinion of themselves that they don’t love themselves at all. They need to be taught
that they are dear to God, and valued as bearers of God’s image in our world.
And some people love themselves so
much that they are obnoxious to be around.
When we say things like that, we
are thinking of love as “fondness.”
Jesus isn’t telling us to be fond of our neighbor, or to have warm affectionate feelings about our
neighbors when he says to love them as we love ourselves.
It’s hard to generate feelings of
affections. Love, in the Bible, isn’t something you feel. Love, in the Bible is a way of behaving.
We aren’t told that the Good
Samaritan had affectionate feelings for the man he found wounded and dying on
the Jericho road.
The priest and the Levite had seen
the man and passed by. We don’t know that they didn’t feel sorry for him and
wish him well. But they passed by on the other side.
But the Samaritan saw him and was “moved
with pity” and went to him and bandaged his wounds and poured oil and wine on
them. He took him to the innkeeper and paid for his keep. The good Samaritan
loved him by taking the risk of attending him, even though he was putting his own
life in danger. And he loved him by taking him to the inn and paying for his
keep.
B. To understand what it means to
love our neighbor as our self, we need to think about how we love ourselves.
We love ourselves because we look
out for our own best interests.
We think about what is good for us.
We try to meet our needs.
We are concerned about what other
people think of us.
Our problems concern us. We pray
for ourselves.
So if we love our neighbor, the
problems of our neighbor concern us.
We consider the needs of our
neighbor. Our neighbor’s happiness is important to us—as important to us as our
own happiness. (Now, that’s a revolutionary idea!)
C. To love my neighbor as myself is
treat my neighbor as I would like to be treated.
I like people to notice my good
qualities. So I notice other people’s good qualities, and compliment them on
the good I see in their lives.
I like for people thank me for
favors, so I say “thank you” when it’s appropriate.
I like for people to listen to me,
so I listen to others. I don’t always want to be the one doing the talking. I
read somewhere: “Talking too much is the disease of old age.” Some people are
like old shoes—all worn out except the tongue.”
I like for people to pray for me,
so I pray for others.
I don’t like it when people
criticize me behind my back. So I don’t criticize people behind their backs.
Just as I like for people to see
the good in me, I try to see the good in other people.
So often we notice what’s bad and
not what’s good. Almost everyone you know or meet has some good and
praiseworthy quality. We just need to notice.
II. Some people think they have
fulfilled the law of love when they feel love for their friends. Some people
think they have fulfilled the law of love if they love their children and
grandchildren.
A. Jesus said, “Love your enemies. Do good to those who hate you. Bless those who
curse you. Pray for those who abuse you” (Luke 6:27).
I don’t have any enemies, so I
translate “enemies” as those who irritate me, those who make me uncomfortable,
those who have annoying habits.
In Sunday school last Sunday someone
said, “We can love someone and not want to be around them.” No, the test of
real love is to be willing to be with someone we find difficult and make the
effort to sympathize with their predicament.
To be a friend of some people is
the test of the reality of our faith.
It’s easy to love those who love
us. It feels good and may even make us feel virtuous, but it’s perfectly
natural—nothing to take credit for.
Jesus also said, “If you love those who love you, what
credit is that to you? For even sinners love those who love them. And if you do
good to those who do good to you, what credit is it to you? For even sinners do
the same” (Luke 6:32-33).
B. My “neighbor” is whoever is next
to me, whoever crosses my path, whoever I may be able to help or encourage.
My neighbor may have bad manners.
He or she may irritate me…or talk too much.
My neighbor may be the person I
find boring.
How can I love such people? Jesus tells
me to find a way.
C. Some people worry because they
can’t make themselves like certain people.
But love isn’t warm, happy feelings.
Love isn’t fondness.
It’s
not in our power to be fond of people.
But
it is in our power to do people good.
Suppose there’s someone in your
life who grates on you.
Don’t try to make yourself like them.
Just be nice. Pray for them. Listen to them. Don’t avoid them.
Try to encourage them if they are downhearted.
Be kind.
If you act lovingly toward people you don’t naturally like, you may find
that you begin to appreciate them and enjoy their company.
Acting with kindness changes you—and it changes them.
D. Anyone I can help is my
neighbor, even if I have never met him.
That’s the reason some of us
support missions that feed the hungry and heal the sick and preach the gospel
on the other side of the globe.
That’s why we pray for refugees and
homeless people, and people whose lives have been devastated by war.
CONCLUSION
A woman was seen wearing a button
on which was lettered: “Act like you’re
glad to see me.”
That is how we all feel. Part of
loving is acting like we’re glad to see each other.
The story is told of a grandmother,
a mother, and a little girl who were shopping and stopped for lunch.
The waitress asked the grandmother
what she wanted, and the mother instantly ordered the daily special for all
three of them.
The waitress looked toward to
grandmother, who nodded.
Then she turned to the little girl,
who shyly looked at her mother and said, “I want a hamburger, fries, and a
coke.”
The waitress went to the window and
called in the two daily specials to the cook, and then in a very loud voice
ordered a hamburger, fries, and a coke.
The little girl turned wide-eyed to
her mother and said, “She thinks I’m REAL!”
That waitress had put herself in
the place of the little girl.
A woman told about an act of
compassion she had experienced many years ago.
When she was in the fourth grade,
her teacher asked the children to bring a dime to school for a folder in which
to place their work.
This little girl’s parents were
divorced and there was hardly any money in their home. She didn’t have the
nerve to ask her mother for the dime.
When she got to school and saw that
all the other kids had their dimes ready on the edge of their desks as the
teacher walked up the rows, taking the dimes and putting down the folders.
A classmate named Karen saw her
distress, and at the last second put a dime on the corner of her desk.
The woman says of the experience:
“Even though I never said a word, Karen saw my quiet anguish and only wanted to
relieve it. She said nothing and I was too embarrassed to say thank you. It was
the most genuine, authentic act of kindness I’ve ever experienced.”
Most of us can do no big, fine things that make us feel like we are really wonderful, spiritual Christians. Our
love is shown in the little things we do every day—maybe not even realizing
that we are showing love.
So let’s pray that we will be
loving people, people who instinctively respond to the needs of others.
Long ago a great saint (St. Augustine) wrote these words:
What does love look like?
It has hands to help others.
It has feet to hasten to the poor and needy.
It has eyes to see misery and want.
It has ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of people.
That is what love looks like.
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