Luke 2:1-7 · The Birth of Jesus
Angels Announce His Coming
Luke 2:1-7
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by King Duncan
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Conrad Hyers in his book, And God Created Laughter, tells a wonderful story about Abraham Lincoln. It seems that an eight-year-old girl once wrote to Lincoln suggesting that he grow a beard. In her opinion, Lincoln would stand a better chance of election if he would grow a beard to hide his homely face. Rather than being offended, Lincoln answered her letter personally and thanked her for her suggestion. He further added that should his campaign be coming in her vicinity, he would like to meet her to express his appreciation.

A television comedy of the 1970s picked up on this amusing story. In the television version the letter from Lincoln spurred a flurry of activity in the girl's town. Her father was a member of the local Republican party. The officials of the party were ecstatic at the prospect of a visit from Lincoln. They saw visions of political prestige, special favors, positions in Washington, perhaps even a cabinet post. Introductions were prepared, speeches written, a band rehearsed.

On the day that Lincoln's campaign train was scheduled to pass through the town, practically the whole town was assembled at the station. There were the leading Republicans wearing their top hats, the shiny marching band, the townsfolk in their finest attire. Almost everyone was there, that is, but the little girl to whom Lincoln had written. She had been left home. After all, her father reasoned, Lincoln, would be interested only in the politicians and their speeches, and the voters and their votes, not the attentions of a little girl.

It so happened, however, that as the campaign train approached the town, it was forced to stop for repairs. Lincoln, not wanting to sit in the warm train, set off across the fields on foot. Walking through the streets of the empty town, he found the little girl's house. When Lincoln introduced himself at the door, the maid was speechless. But the little girl and her playmate, the maid's daughter, welcomed him in as if they were expecting him.

The two girls had been having a pretend party, drinking pretend hot chocolate out of small teacups. They invited Mr. Lincoln to join them and "poured" him a cup. There in the parlor Lincoln sat with the two little girls, engaging in small talk and sipping pretend hot chocolate with them. After a while, Lincoln said he must be going, thanked them for the party, and asked them how they liked his new beard. Then he walked to the waiting train.

The final scene is priceless. Lincoln's campaign train goes right through the town without stopping! It goes right past all the waiting politicians and local dignitaries; right past the loud playing band and the flag-draped platform; right past the ladies and gentlemen in their Sunday best. For Lincoln had just come to visit and say thank you to an eight-year-old girl. (1)

Somehow that seems like a Christmas story to me. It is children who most get excited about Christmas. It was a little child whom Jesus used to typify the kingdom. When God decided to act in human history, God became a baby.

We turn this morning to that most beloved of all the stories in the Bible--the time when the angels announced Christ's birth.

Have you noticed that everyone's talking about angels nowadays? According to a cover story in TIME magazine about this time last year, angels are hot. There are angels only boutiques, angel newsletters, and angel seminars. Harvard Divinity School has a course on angels; Boston College has two. Bookstores have had to establish angel sections. There have been a host of films recently in which angels have figured prominently. In Tony Kushner's Pulitzer Prize winning Broadway play, Angels In America, a divine messenger ministers to a man with AIDS. In Publishers Weekly's religious bestseller list at the end of 1992, five of the 10 paperback books were about angels. (2) Angels are everywhere. But the angels we want to focus on are those who serenaded a group of shepherds on a hillside long ago with their song of "Peace, Goodwill toward men."

LET'S THINK ABOUT THAT WORD "PEACE" FOR A MOMENT. It is one of the most welcome words in our vocabulary. Every generation yearns for peace. Christmas is all about peace.

A former German soldier once told a true story about his own experience of Christmas peace. The story is set in World War I. After months in the trenches, the soldiers of that awful conflict were miserable with lice and dysentery. It was Christmas Eve and very cold. Suddenly, without notice, the shooting stopped at nightfall, although there had been no formal ceasefire. On both sides, men rested, in some cases for the first time since they entered the trenches. There were a few random instances of gunfire during the night, but mostly it was silent.

The next day, Christmas Day, the fighting resumed. But this German soldier noticed something extraordinary. At dawn, at the edge of the trench he found some chocolate bars and several packages of cigarettes. It was obvious that some lone British soldier evidently crossed over no man's land and risked his life to deliver his Christmas offering to an enemy he'd never met. (3)

Such things happen at Christmas. Christmas comes each year as a reminder that peace is still possible. How? We'll come to that in a moment.

THE SECOND WORD WE WANT TO LOOK AT IS "GOODWILL." Goodwill goes beyond peace, doesn't it? Peace is tolerance. It is the absence of conflict. It is disharmony restrained. But goodwill is more than that. Goodwill speaks of love and acceptance and a desire for another's well-being.

Goodwill is the story of the Fourth Wise Man. Do you know the story? Legend has it that this fourth wise man's name was Artaban. Like his three counterparts, Artaban set out to follow the star. He took with him a sapphire, a ruby and a magnificent pearl as gifts for the newborn King. He was riding hard to meet his three friends, Jasper, Melchior and Balthasar when he came upon a traveler stricken with fever on the ground.

Artaban was faced with a terrible dilemma. If he stayed to help the traveler he would be left behind by the other wise men. He would not be able to offer his gifts to the newborn king. On the other hand, how could he leave this man who needs his help? Artaban made a quick but necessary decision. He stayed and ministered to the man. Now he was alone. He needed camels and bearers to help him across the desert because he had missed his friends and their caravan. He had to sell his sapphire to get the help he needed. Now he had only the ruby and the magnificent pearl to offer the newborn king.

Artaban finally reached Bethlehem only to find Joseph and Mary and the baby had already gone. Another mother and another baby boy had taken up residence there. Suddenly, to the door came Herod's men on assignment to kill the baby. The mother stood weeping behind Artaban as he stood in the doorway. To save the child he paid the captain with the ruby. The mother was grateful beyond measure, but the ruby was gone--one less gift for the king.

For years Artaban wandered looking in vain for this king until 30 years later he found him in Jerusalem. The child Artaban sought was now a grown man facing crucifixion. Artaban thought just maybe he could use his final treasure, the magnificent pearl to buy the king's freedom. On the way to the hill, though, a girl came running from a band of soldiers. She said, "My father is in debt, and they are taking me to sell as a slave to pay the debt. Please save me!" Artaban hesitated; then sadly he took out his pearl, gave it to the soldiers and bought the girl's freedom. The sky went dark, and the king that he had sought so diligently died. Artaban, the fourth wise man, was too late to give his gifts. And yet, as we all know, he was not too late at all. The King of Kings did receive his gifts through those to whom Artaban showed goodwill.

Christmas is about goodwill. Goodwill is more than the absence of conflict. It is giving a cup of cold water in Christ's name. It is welcoming the stranger to the community. It is inviting a colleague to church. Whence is the source of goodwill? Let's wait a moment more before answering that.

THE FINAL WORD FOR THE MORNING IS JOY. The shepherds went away rejoicing. That is an appropriate response when the birth of a baby has been announced by angels joy. Have you noticed that joy is in somewhat short supply in our society?

In his book, CREATION SPIRITUALITY, Matthew Fox tells of meeting a young Jesuit priest in Brazil who had been working for two years with Amazon tribes. "What have you learned from them?" Fox asked the priest. The younger man replied without hesitation, "Joy." He said concerning the members of these tribes, "They experience more joy in a day than we do in a year. And they don't live as long or have as much as we do." Fox also tells of some African Americans who were visiting Africa for the first time. They were asked by the Africans there, "Why are you Americans so sad all the time?"

Is that true? Are Americans sad all the time? Well, you judge. Look at the faces of people you pass on the street. Look at how sad, how frazzled, even how angry many people look when they are caught off-guard. Why? Matthew Fox says: "Joy is lost when a cosmology is lost." Think about that statement for a moment. "Joy is lost when a cosmology is lost." Joy, peace and goodwill have something to do with cosmology. They have something to do with our understanding of the universe. Within the context of our lesson for the day, they have something to do with glorifying God. Absolute humanists, that is, people who live without reference to God can bring many good things to our world, but they can never bring joy or true peace or lasting goodwill. Only Christ can do that. Our lives cry out for transcendence. Our lives cry out for some kind of ultimate significance. Our lives cry out for cosmology. Without that transcendence, that significance, that cosmology we cannot find peace, goodwill or joy.

Phillips Brooks was a man who found peace, goodwill and joy and brought those simple gifts to others. Brooks authored the hymn, "O Little Town of Bethlehem." In 1869 Brooks became rector of Trinity Church in Boston, where he remained for 22 years. During those years, that massive church was filled by large congregations who flocked to hear Brooks preach. Brooks emphasized the incarnation of Christ and the brotherhood of humanity, always in a spirit of radiant optimism. Employing a passionate yet undogmatic style of preaching, he won the confidence and affection of all who came in contact with him. Two years after being elected a Bishop in the Episcopal church, Brooks died of heart failure. His funeral was attended by thousands of people. Tributes poured in from all over the world.

Maybe, though, a small girl paid him the highest tribute. The mother of this five-year-old girl entered the room where her daughter was playing and said tearfully to her, "Bishop Brooks has gone to heaven."

"Oh, Mama," the little girl replied, "how happy the angels will be!" (4)

It takes a special person to make angels happy. But you know what the Bible says? It says that the angels rejoice every time a sinner comes home to God. Maybe this hasn't been a year of peace, goodwill and joy in your life. But it's not too late. Maybe you need to regain a sense of transcendence, a sense of significance, a sense of cosmology in your life. Maybe your greatest need right now is to glorify God. Won't you open your heart this Christmas morning to Christ's peace, his goodwill, his joy?



1. Atlanta: John Knox Press, 1987

2. Nancy Gibbs, "Angels Among Us," TIME, Dec. 1993.

3. Joan Quigley, WHAT DOES JOAN SAY? (Carol Publishing Group, 1990), pp. 139140.

4. O Little Town of Bethlehem: The Story Behind the Song, by Joanne Sloan, DECISION, December 1993, p. 30.

Dynamic Preaching, Collected Sermons, by King Duncan