Isaiah 40.1-11, Psalm85.1-2,8-13, Mark 1.1-8
“John the baptizer
appeared in the wilderness”, says St Mark. That’s where he starts his story of “the
good news of Jesus Christ, the Son of God” as he puts it in the opening
words of the Gospel. He doesn’t begin with stories about angels and shepherds
and a baby lying in a manger, or with Magi following a star, but with a rather
wild looking man, who tells people to repent and washes away their sins in the
river Jordan – a rather unimpressive, muddy river from my experience of it last
year. Frankly, John doesn’t sound like a whole heap of fun, not very
Christmassy at all. I’m not sure you’d want to invite him to a party, even if
we were allowed to have them. For a start, I don’t think Sainsbury’s sell
locusts in their party food section.
But Mark is clear that
this man is part of the good news, and that his words and actions are the
preparation we all need to be ready to meet Jesus. It’s easy to caricature John
as a sort of hellfire and brimstone preacher, denouncing people for their sins
and making them feel miserable, but if that’s all that was happening, it would
be hard to understand why people came out to see him in such great numbers “from
the whole Judean countryside and all the people of Jerusalem,” It’s clear,
too, that many of them went home changed profoundly. You can’t do that through
fear. You have to do it through love.
The truth which John
proclaimed, his challenge to them might not sound much like good news to us, but
it is, because John didn’t tell people that they should feel rotten about
themselves – even if they sometimes did . He preached repentance for the
forgiveness of sins – change that would lead to new life, and he pointed
people towards Christ, who would show what that forgiveness, love and new life
looked like in his ministry, his death and his resurrection.
We’d all like to think
we were perfect, or at least to look as if we are. There’s often quite an
emphasis in modern life on talking yourself up, dressing to impress, faking it
till you make it – perhaps there always was, but I notice in things like the TV
programme the Apprentice. It’s important, of course, to take proper pride in
our achievements, not to do ourselves down out of false modesty, to have the
confidence to give our gifts, but there’s a danger in it too. We can end up building
a wall around us adorned with all the things we want people to see, while behind
it we know perfectly well that we haven’t got a clue what we’re doing, and that
we get it wrong as often as we get it right. The most dangerous thing of all is
when we start believing our own PR – in the end even we can’t see ourselves
truly. We hide from ourselves as well as hiding from others, and we even think
we can hide from God too.
That’s why John the
Baptist’s message evidently came as such a relief to so many. Instead of saying
“fake it till you make it” or “I’m
ok, you’re ok”, he says “we’re not ok, none of us, but that’s ok,
because God still loves us anyway”. Far from being all hellfire and
brimstone, John’s message is really one of tenderness and love, which takes
seriously our sense of frailty and fallibility and brokenness. His message
allows us to admit that often we don’t know how to do this thing called life,
for all the gifts and skills we might genuinely have.
“Comfort, O comfort my
people”
said the Old Testament reading from the prophet Isaiah, in very much the same
vein. The people of Israel had been in exile for many decades in Babylon, and
thought they would never go home. What made it worse was that many believed that
they’d been abandoned by God.
Before the exile, there
were many in Israel who believed that God would never let them be conquered by
a foreign power. After all they were his people, and he was their God. The
exile shattered that sense of exceptionalism, made them doubt and question
themselves. They went from having an over-blown sense of their own
wonderfulness to having no self-confidence at all. The truth which Isaiah
proclaimed was that it had never been about them and their abilities. It had
only ever been about God’s love, and it still was.
They’d never been out
of God’s sight, out of his mind, out of his care, and now he’s going to take
them home. This passage comes from the time when the Persian king, Cyrus was
conquering Babylonian territories, and as he did so, he sent those whom the
Babylonians had taken prisoner back home to their own countries. Israel’s belovedness in God’s eyes had never
depended on them and what they did – “all flesh is grass” says Isaiah. Our
faithfulness flickers and fades, our power to act is here today and gone tomorrow.
But God’s word, God’s love, God’s faithfulness stands forever. That is the
comfort Isaiah proclaims. It’s not like the Danish concept of hygge - a cosy blanket and a mug of hot chocolate by
the fireside on a winter night - but comfort in the old sense of the word,
strength that enables us to stand and face a world that can be very cold and
dark.
God understands our
frailty. “He will gather the lambs in his arms, and gently lead the mother
sheep” When our cares are too great and our ability to cope with them too
small, God is there, says Isaiah. We can’t do this; but God can. “God speaks
peace to his faithful people,“ said the Psalm, not a uneasy truce based on
posturing and deal-making, but the real peace which comes from knowing that
there is no longer any cause for war. “Mercy and truth have met together,”
it says, “righteousness and peace have kissed each other.” The change Isaiah and John point us towards is
genuine and deep-rooted, not just skin deep, for the sake of appearance. It is
this deep change which “makes the paths of the Lord straight” lifting up
the valleys within us, bringing down those puffed up hills of anxious, false
pride so that we can walk with God on his journey of healing. As the Psalm put
it – peace shall be a pathway for his feet. This is the message that
Isaiah proclaimed, and that John echoed loud and clear in his ministry in the
wilderness, and it is indeed the “beginning of the good news”.
I’d like to finish by
reading a favourite poem of mine about John the Baptist, written by Charles
Causley. It’s a simple poem, written originally for children, but like so many
of Causley’s poems, and all the best writing for children, it lingers in the
heart and soul and has great power in its simplicity.
John, John the Baptist
Lived in a desert of
stone.
He had no money,
Ate beans and honey,
And he lived quite on
his own.
His coat was made of
camel,
His belt was made of
leather,
And deep in the gleam
of a twisting stream
He’d stand in every
weather
John, John the Baptist
Worked without any pay,
But he’d hold your hand
And bring you to land
And he’d wash your
fears away.
Amen
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