Luke 8:26-39 · The Healing of a Demon-possessed Man
Broken Lives and Broken Chains
Luke 8:26-39
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by Billy D. Strayhorn
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Every one of us, men and women, young and old alike live with a Legacy. Unfortunately, you can't choose the Legacy you have to live with. It's given to you by those who have gone before you. By those who raised you and influenced your life. Some of us live with a with Legacy that has set us free and empowered us. Some of us live with a Legacy that is more like chains which bind us. And struggle as we might we've been unable to break those chains.

I wanted to start with that modern retelling of the story we call the Healing of the Gerasene Demoniac. That's kind of a weird passage for Father's Day don't you think? I thought about pulling away from Lectionary and finding a passage more appropriate. But then I got to thinking about all the families in trouble. And most of the families that are in trouble today are in trouble because one or more of the parents are living Broken Lives and are held captive by the Chains of their past. So, today we're going to look at BROKEN LIVES AND BROKEN CHAINS.

I. Broken Lives

Fathers have it tough today. Parents have it tough but this is Father's Day so let's talk about Fathers. Fathers have it tough today.

Many fathers are still living broken lives. I've told you about how I raised. I was the unwanted child of one father and the unwanted step son of my step father. Nothing I ever did, was good enough. I was told I wouldn't amount to anything. All I ever really wanted to be was loved. I just wanted to do something that my Dad would be proud of. Or just would say he was proud of you.

Dad, never said it directly. But I do remember that one day that he took me out for coffee and asked my opinion about a business start up he was considering. Dad was always very independent. He always wanted be on his own. He didn't like working for others. That day we talked about the business and his unique qualifications for starting and running it. I made some suggestions. He took my advice. He did very well with that business. And he even said, "Thanks."

Dad never said, "I love you." But I told him every time saw him. And I hugged him, too. One time on phone, told him, "Hey, Dad, I love you." He paused. I thought he was going to say it. What he said was, "Yeah." Then there was a long pause and he said it again, "Yeah." That was as close as it got.

I know why. It was because Dad was chained by his past. His, too, was a broken life. He, too, came from a broken home. He was also raised in an age when men didn't express love. Or they expressed it by being faithful and providing for families' needs.

Others have similar stories. Broken lives surround us. The only thing is, you and I can't see them. There's no badge or button that pops up that says, Broken Life. Most of us don't run around naked or live in the cemetery. But that doesn't mean we're not living in chains, or wandering amongst the tombs of our past.

Alcoholism, Drug Abuse, Sexual, Physical and Oral Abuse, Divorce, premature death, bankruptcy due to loss of a job, male bashing, even abandonment. Those are just a few of the stones upon which our lives are broken. Those are just few of the chains which bind us

To quote the edge of an old, old seafaring map, one upon which the cartographer had shown the edge of the world: "There be demons here."

We don't call them demons today. We'd label most of the demons as mental or physical disabilities. But I believe the demons still abound. Oh, not the kind you need to exorcise with a priest, but the demons of our past, the demons that keep us from being whole, the demons that bind us and keep us from being all that God wants us and created us to be.

These demons do the very same thing that "Legion" was doing to this man. They bind us to our past and fill us with self destructive tendencies and behavior. We act out our lostness, we act out the pain we feel. We think we are the problem so we continue to hurt ourselves just like we've always been hurt.

II. Broken Chains

In my years of ministry, I've met countless men and women with stories like mine. Stories like the Garasene Demoniac. Stories of Broken Lives.

But the Good News of Jesus Christ is that God wants to bring healing and wholeness to those broken lives. God wants to set us free from the captivity we feel to our past. God wants to loose the bonds. God wants to remove the chains and set us free.

Let me tell you about Blackie. When I was doing my internship at First UMC, Dimmitt, my supervising Pastor, Howard Quiet, introduced me to the wonders of Ann's Cafe. Every small town usually has one, especially the small towns in West Texas. The thing about the Cafe was that you could drop in at different times of the day and meet different crowds of people. Howard and I got more visiting done in Ann's Cafe than we did all during the rest of the week.

You see, you could go in about 10:00 am and meet some of the local business people on coffee break or eating brunch. You could go in at noon and meet some of the farmers, their families and their hands who had come to town for supplies and stayed for lunch. At night you could meet whole families in town to unwind or for some event at the school.

Along about 2:00 pm you could meet the real, old time cowboys. And Blackie was undoubtedly the leader of this posse of old cowboys. Most of them still worked on ranches. It was all they had ever known and all they'd ever done. This was a rough and tumble group or at least they had been. Most of them should have been put out to pasture a long time ago.

Some of them, like Blackie, still lived the hard riding, hard drinking lifestyle. These were the folks we'd drink coffee with in the afternoon. Howard had a good relationship with these guys and introduced me as his running buddy. They were used him having associates tag along, but I happened to be the first one that knew a little bit about farming and ranching and knew the difference between heifers and cows.

I was the young buck. It was a curious place. Here we were, two preachers, sitting in a room full of old reprobates, carrying on and drinking coffee like one of the boys. I pictured Jesus sitting and eating with the tax collector's and sinners. And that's where we were.

But there was curious thing about our relationship as it developed. We all sat at the tables in the middle of the cafe but along the walls there were those typical cafe booths. And there was one, that this posse of old sinners had set aside as their confessional. Whenever any of them needed to talk privately with each other or with one of us, they went to the last booth on the right.

I'll never forget the first time I was invited to sit in "The Booth." It was Blackie who asked. About two weeks before, I was making my rounds in the hospital, Howard and I swapped every other day. I knocked on the door of a room and low and behold who was there but Blackie.

We talked all that superficial talk for a few minutes and then I asked him why he was there. He said his buddies had brought him in Sunday night. They'd been drinking and he passed out. It wasn't unusual for him to pass out, but not after only two drinks. The doctor told him that morning that he had a heart condition and that if he didn't quit drinking he'd die.

Then he said something I didn't think I'd ever hear him say: "Preacher, I'm scared. I don't remember a day that I didn't drink. That's all I remember doing, ranching and drinking. It cost me my wife and family. But that's all I've ever known. I don't want to die but I don't know how to NOT drink. You've go to help me. They told me I can't go home until I'm dried out."

Whoa, what do you say to that? I think I said something to the effect of: "Blackie, I can't help you. But I know the one who can." And I began to tell him about Jesus and the healings in the Bible. I even told him about the Gerasene Demoniac. I told him that if he would trust in God and surrender his life to Jesus, Jesus would get him through this.

He said he wasn't sure, how could God love someone like him and he started to tell me all the things he had done. I told him he didn't have to, and he said yes he did. And he did. He had a great purging of his soul that day in the hospital room. He let go of all the demons of his past. And believe they were "Legion." Two and a half hours later, when he had purged his soul, when he'd emptied himself of all the guilt and the pain, he asked: "Do you really think Jesus can love someone and help someone like me?"

That was when I told him about the woman caught in adultery and the thief on the cross. His eyes got wide with wonder and awe as the realization of the depth of God's love. Then he spoke three words with such longing and hunger I'll never forget. "I want Jesus."

He accepted Jesus as his personal Savior, right then and there, in that hospital room. I stood next to his bed and laid my hand on his head. I prayed a prayer of thanksgiving and asked God to bring healing and wholeness to this broken soul and set him free from his addiction.

I also told him I'd come by every day. And I did. For two weeks, they kept him. For two weeks we prayed the same prayer. And for those two weeks, God was faithful. Blackie didn't have the traumatic withdrawals that some people have. Oh, he had the tremors and shakes but not the pain and hallucinations of some others. Blackie's life had been changed, he'd been set free. His broken life had been healed and the chains of addiction and the chains of his past had been broken.

Blackie started attending our evening service. It was about two weeks later when Blackie invited me over to "The Booth." It was there that he told me he wanted to be baptized and join the Church. I said, certainly, when. He said, next Sunday night. Then he got up and walked back over to his posse and said: "Boys, I've got me a new trail boss. I'm going to work for a different ranch and riding a different herd. I want you to come hear this young buck preach come Sunday night and watch him get me wet. I'm being baptized. I'd be honored if you'd you do that for me? Would you stand with me in that church?"

And they did. And that started a cowboy revival. Over the next six or seven months, Howard and I made more trips to "The Booth." Those old codgers started coming to church and giving their lives to Christ. More than one set of chains dropped, more than one life was healed and changed. Broken Lives were healed and Broken Chains fell to the ground.

You could see a different swagger in their step and a different light in their eyes. Blackie was even able to reconcile with his children.

Why, because God is in the reclamation business. There is no trash, no Damaged Goods, ready for the trash heap. Jesus helped Blackie change the Legacy he was leaving behind.

Conclusion

On the cross, Jesus broke the stranglehold that sin and death have over us. Through the cross and the empty tomb, Jesus won forgiveness for us.

He has redeemed us. He has claimed and reclaimed us as his own.

He has made us new, given us a fresh start, and given us his Holy Spirit to help us in the face of Temptation.

I don't know what Chain is holding you today. I don't know what Bondage you feel your life under. I don't know what Brokenness there is in your life. But I know the one who does.

He's the same one who can bring healing and set you free. You may not be able to choose the Legacy you live with, but He can help you choose the Legacy you leave. And all you have to do is cry out like Blackie: "I want Jesus."

CSS Publishing Company, Inc., From the Pulpit, by Billy D. Strayhorn