Luke 4:14-30 · Jesus Rejected at Nazareth
Living Passionately
Luke 4:14-30
Sermon
by Louis H. Valbracht
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Text: Luke 4:18-19 - "The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he has anointed me to preach good news to the poor. He has sent me to proclaim release to the captives and recovering of sight to the blind, to set at liberty those who are oppressed, to proclaim the acceptable year of the Lord."

Some years ago a friend wrote to the Russian author, Turgenev, telling him that he felt that the most important thing in life was to put one's self in second place. Turgenev replied to his friend: "I suspect that the most difficult and important decision in life is to decide what to put in first place."

With the beginning of the ministry of our Lord, there was no question. Immediately after his baptism, which marked the beginning of his active earthly ministry, our Lord stood up in the synagogue at Nazareth and read from the scroll the words of the Prophet Isaiah: "The Spirit of the Lord God is upon me, because the Lord has anointed me to bring good tidings to the afflicted; he has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to those who are bound; to proclaim the year of the Lord's favor, and the day of vengeance of our God; to comfort all who mourn." For Jesus Christ, there was no question about what he was anointed to do and, with single-minded purpose, he began the fulfillment of that task.

I suppose that I could say this discussion was born out of the same sense of frustration that our Lord felt when he observed the reaction of many people to the preaching of John the Baptizer. What was that reaction? Nothing! And I like the way what our Lord said is translated in the new Living Bible: "What shall I say about this nation? These people are like children who say to their friends: 'We played wedding and you were not happy, and so we played funeral and you were not sad.' For John the Baptist doesn't even drink wine, and often goes without food, and you say of him, 'He's crazy.' And I, the Messiah, feast and drink and you complain that I am a glutton and a drinking man, and hand around with the worst sort of sinners! But brilliant men like you can always justify your every inconsistency!" Brilliant men like you can always justify your inconsistency!

So we might say of any of those who one day in the past stood before this altar and confessed in the presence of God and their fellowmen their faith in Jesus Christ as Lord and Savior - in other words the most important thing in their lives - and then say, "Not interested." But brilliant people like them can always justify their own inconsistency. I'll say this much for them. They were telling the truth. They aren't interested.

How frighteningly we often resemble the church at Laodicea to which the Lord speaks in Revelation: "I know your works, that you are neither cold nor hot, and because you are neither cold nor hot, but lukewarm, I will spit you out of my mouth." To how many churches our Lord must be saying that today!

So often I feel like the Word of God is being proclaimed to the same audience to which many of our radio and television commercials are addressed - people with sluggish livers, nervous headachy depression, sagging appetites, loss of pep and energy, tired blood, limp, lethargic, lusterless, languid, and lifeless. But there are other words: Consecration! Concentration! Devotion! Commitment! Single-Mindedness! Passion! Do we even have these words in our vocabulary anymore?

A couple of years ago, our campuses were seething caldrons of revolutions, disturbances, sit-ins and lock-outs, marches, and demonstrations. And how those of us who were fat and fifty were frightened by all of this, and we frantically demanded that somebody do something to squelch it all. Or else we reassured ourselves that it was only a tiny percentage of the students who were causing all the ruckus, and the rest were nice, clean-cut, well-behaved WASPS like we are. They weren't involved and they weren't interested. They just went about their business.

Well, have no fears, the campuses today are quiet - damnably quiet! We have scores of young people from this congregation attending colleges and universities. I'll admit that I haven't talked to all of them, but I can also say that I haven't talked with one in months who knows absolutely what he is doing in college beyond some vague objective of getting a degree in some course or another. I sense no commitment, no devotion, no goal, no zeal, no passion! Time magazine, in a study of our youth, indicated that most of them have only "a cautious desire to be well-fixed." In a study of over 2,000 young people, the Y.M.C.A. found out that seventy-six percent were seeking primarily security and respectability - security in terms of material things, security in terms of one's own little family circle; respectability in terms of one's acceptance by one's own covey of acquaintances or peer groups. Security and respectability!

I speak at many high school commencements and, invariably, if there is special music on the program, the Senior Chorus sings "Climb Every Mountain." But talking to them, I find that none of them mentally has on climbing boots or is carrying a rope or a climber's ax. Is this preferable to the disturbances on our campuses? Is this the spirit out of which the greatness of a culture is born? Do we want a generation of youth who are just secure and respectable and passionate about nothing?

A soldier with no zest for fightingAn author with no zeal for writingAn architect without a planThe prototype of modern man.

Where are we going to get the people who will run a dairy whose motto is: "Our cows are not contented. They are striving to do better every day."

I wonder if our children still memorize such corny lines as Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's words:

The heights by great men reached and keptWere not attained by sudden flight,But they, while their companions sleptWere toiling upward through the night.

Tell me, young people, do any of you learn such things, or are you too busy with the theories that will help you learn without learning, or memorize without labor, or think without turning over your mind? Does anyone ever read Oliver Wendell Holmes anymore, or are the literature courses like the one a student told me about recently where they were required to read and report on that great classic, Portnoy's Complaint, a modern masterpiece of pornography, filth, and decadence?

Here are some words from Holmes, just in case you've never read any: "Through our great good fortune in our youth, our hearts were touched by fire. It was given to us at the outset that life was a profound and passionate thing. While we were permitted to scorn nothing but indifference and do not pretend to understand the worldly rewards of ambition, we have seen with our own eyes beyond the gold fields to the snowy heights of honor, and it is for us to report them to those who come after us." How's that for corn? But don't snicker. Don't be misled. Those things are as real and true today as they were when they were written. "Life is a profound and passionate thing!"

Our philosophers of history have pointed out to us that one of the sure signs of the disintegration of a society - the decay of a culture - is the growth of the Cult of the Spectator, the Cult of the Stadium, where a majority of the people never play the game. They just sit in the stadium and watch it. They also state that the test of a religion is its effect on such a culture. The more we recognize the similarities between our culture and that of decaying Ancient Imperial Rome, the more we can see the significance of one of the great passages in Boris Pasternak's Doctor Zhivago. I thought of his words as a few months ago I stood on the highest rim of the Colosseum and allowed my mind to stray back 2,000 years to imagine what it looked like then. Pasternak said, "Rome is a flea market of borrowed gods and conquered people, a mass of filth convoluted in a triple knot, as in an intestinal obstruction. Heavy wheels with no spokes, eyes sunk in fat, sodomy, double chins, illiterate emperors, fish fed on the flesh of learned slaves, all crammed into the arches of the Colosseum, and all wretched. And then, in this tasteless heap of gold and marble, HE came, Light enclothed in an aura, emphatically human, deliberately provincial, the Galilean, the Christ. And at that moment, gods and nations ceased to be, and MAN came into the glory of his being." Yes, there was a vitality in the early Christian culture, so that a handful of slaves and outlaws could easily dump over the whole imperial facade without even raising a weapon.

The "Cult of the Spectator." We have it in a way that Rome never dreamed of. A father was telling a friend that he'd had to buy his college student son a lot of football equipment this past fall. The friend asked if the college didn't supply this. "No," said the father, "I had to get him a seat cushion, a back rest, a lap robe, stadium boots, a storm coat, ear muffs, hand warmers, a pocket flask, a thermos bottle, and a food bag." Football equipment! But now even such things won't be necessary, because we can all sit at home and watch from our easy chairs, or if we should venture out to the stadia, they will all soon be enclosed and air conditioned. The Cult of the Spectator!

Pythagoras, the Greek philosopher, was once asked why he attended the Olympic games. He replied, "Some come to compete for prizes, some to sell merchandise, some to enjoy meeting their friends. But I just come to stand on the sidelines and look on." Bacon, who was writing about the incident later on, said, "But men must know that in the theater of God's world, only God and the angels are allowed to be spectators." But, you see, Bacon was wrong also, because as Jesus said: "My Father never stops working, and I work."

I remember the scene on Calvary as depicted by an Hungarian artist, Monsky. On the one side of the cross are Christ's frightened, dedicated followers, a little knot of them. On the other side of the cross are his sneering, vicious, passionate enemies. These are they who, at least, made a choice. But on the hill in the background are a host of unidentifiable faces. They show neither hatred nor mercy, neither cruelty nor compassion. They are the spectators. They are the neutrals. And they are the most guilty of all! Their passionate commitment could have swung the whole thing either way. But they chose to do nothing! They just weren't interested!

Well, our Lord has no place in his church for spectators. He put it quite well. There can be no neutrals. There can be no fence straddlers. There can be no associate members. There can be no fringe Christians. "You are either with me or against me, and if you are not gathering, you are scattering." There is no neutrality.

Okay, my friend, take a good look at yourself. To what is your life passionately devoted? Oh, I'm not talking about your bunkhouse, your broad, your brood, or your bankroll. I'm talking about the cause or purpose in life to which you have passionately given yourself. Do you have anything that stirs your soul, consumes your energy, demands your best? If not, then you aren't living. You're a vegetable.

Do you, for instance, have a passion for bringing your brother to Christ? You're supposed to, you know. A few weeks ago, we put inserts in our bulletins, asking you to list any of your unchurched neighbors or friends - that's all you had to do was list their names - so that we could visit them. Only half of the people in this City of Des Moines, you see, belong to any church. We know that. Yet, from the hundreds of you who were here on that Sunday at three services, we received a total of twelve names - eight of which we already had on our prospective member list. Out there are 100,000 of your brothers and sisters, dying, empty-hearted, lost, bewildered, without Christ, without hope for eternity - and we get twelve names!

Albert Schweitzer closed his greatest book with these words: "He comes to us as one unknown, without a name, as of old beside the lake, He came to men who knew Him not. He speaks the same words to us: 'Follow me,' and He sets us at tasks that He would have us fulfill in our time. He commands, and those who obey Him, be they wise or simple, be their task modest or great, in their experience, in the blows that they suffer in the anguish of the struggle, they will know who He is."

Some of you saw Pastor Pauling and me in the so-called debate with the Southern Baptists the other day on TV. It was not a debate. That was not their intention when they came there. The day after, I met one of our high school lads. He said that he had seen the program, and then he said, "At one point, Pastor, I think you blew your cool." And then with the wisdom of youth, he put his hand on my shoulder and said, "I'm glad you did!"

Tell me, have you ever blown your cool over your commitment to Christ? Try a little passion in your life for Christ.

Passionately carry out that which was the commitment of our Lord: "The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he has anointed me to preach good news to the poor. He has sent me to proclaim release to the captives and recovering of sight to the blind, to set at liberty those who are oppressed, to proclaim the acceptable year of the Lord."

Who knows? You might feel that you are alive for the first time.

C.S.S. Publishing Co., EXIT: INTERSTATE 0, by Louis H. Valbracht