Isaiah 1:1-31 · A Rebellious Nation
True Disciples
Isaiah 1:1-31
Sermon
by Leonard Sweet
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Dead Heads.

That name probably makes you either cringe, chuckle, or shake your head.

Boomers – now with graying hair and growing girths – are the most likely to chuckle. What Boomer doesn't recall the hype and hypnotism of that apparently indefatigable '60s, '70s, '80s, and '90s rock band, the Grateful Dead? No band came to stand for a whole generation's growing pains like the Grateful Dead.

Boosters – the parents of the Boomers – are most likely, and with good reason, to cringe. They remember heated arguments with teenagers over the wild music and wilder lifestyle the Dead promoted. More than a few of the white hairs on Booster moms and dads can probably be attributed to worrying about the influence the Dead, and bands like it, were having on their children.

Busters and Millennium Kids – you're probably shaking your heads and shrugging your shoulders over the term Dead Head. That some antique psychedelic band of doddering old fat guys could possibly inspire anyone to do anything is a mystery to you. But they did. Like the band Phish is doing for you.

Devoted Dead Heads – fans of The Grateful Dead band – often turned their lives upside down in order to follow the band. Dropping out of school, jobs, and families, roaming from town to town, following the concert itinerary, raking up as many events attended as possible (kind of like a bird-watcher's life list), these single-minded fans developed their own culture, dress, set of values, and lifestyle. They genuinely became a unique subgroup within late 20th-century culture. Truly they became Dead Heads.

Yet as radical as they claimed to be – living for sex, drugs, and (primarily) rock 'n' roll – the Dead Heads today are reduced to a kind of 21st century version of the Shakers.

You say, "What?"

How could a rigorously celibate, quiet, devoted band of religious enthusiasts who intentionally isolated themselves into remote, self-contained rural communities, have anything to do with a roving hoard of wild-eyed, wild-haired, crazed, rock fans tromping all over the country to concerts?

But look again. While the Shakers weren't devoted to a group, they were completely committed to a person: "Mother" Ann Lee. It was her visions, philosophies, predictions, and directives they followed. The Shakers lived simply, believed fervently, made great furniture – and then died out (only a handful are left).

Their vow of total celibacy had something to do with it. But they couldn't seem to reproduce through conversions either. The problem was they believed wholeheartedly in Ann Lee, and their faith was based upon one individual and her unique message and perspective. When Mother Lee's predictions about a new millennium-birthing end-of-the-world scenario didn't pan out, and Ann Lee herself passed away, these believers had nothing left to believe in. The Shakers as a movement died out as remaining members of the small communities themselves died off.

Likewise, Dead Heads are a dying breed. While The Grateful Dead band has thousands of recorded songs, concert-cuts, and videos to offer fans, the heart of a Dead Head's belief centered in attending live concerts. It was the community at the bandstand that was the beating heart of Dead Head devotion. Without that focus, commitment fizzles, identity dissolves, solidarity slips away.

Rituals, songs, style, and sacrifice can create a committed, even crazed, band of believers. But belief limited to these outward expressions of devotion has no life of its own outside its secluded, like-believing community. You can't be a Shaker in midtown Manhattan. You can't be a Dead Head in a Mill Valley cul-de-sac. True believers must be surrounded by the object of their belief in order to keep their unique identity alive.

That's why, in today's First Testament text, God uses Isaiah to pronounce such a sound, scathing, scolding to the Israelites. The chosen people, the descendants of Mt. Sinai, the children of God, had become a bunch of believers, instead of remaining a faithful nation. They were pleased to perform all the rituals involved in the prescribed temple rites and routines. But once they stepped outside the temple mount, their unique identity was left behind.

God's indictment is harsh. The details and drama of temple worship that God had painstakingly described to Moses had now become nothing more than a burden. God moans, literally, "I am weary of bearing them" (verse 14). So disgusted is the Lord with the Israelite commitment to the trappings of belief without the fire of faith that the divine declaration is: "I will hide my eyes...Even thought you make many prayers, I will not listen" (verse 15). God rejects the spilled blood of the sacrificial animals. God wants instead the hot blood of vital, viable, disciples.

God doesn't want a nation of believers. God would rather have just one disciple. A disciple is a mobile unit, for a disciple's faith burns in his heart, fires up her feet, remains unquenched by changing circumstances or new challenges.

· A disciple doesn't make ritual sacrifices; a disciple makes real sacrifices.

· A disciple doesn't avoid evil; a disciple does good.

· A disciple doesn't sidestep confrontation; a disciple seeks justice.

· A disciple doesn't remain aloof; a disciple rescues the oppressed, defends the orphan, pleads for the widow.

A disciple also doesn't accept directions complacently.

Believers are happiest when they're doing exactly what they've been told to do. No questions asked, no hackles raised, no challenges offered. It's as though their hands and hearts have no connection.

But disciples vetch, complain, argue, and talk back. What does the word "Israel" mean? A "wrestler" with God. That's why in today's Isaiah text God gently goads Israel from its state of mindless/soulless belief into a state of active discipleship by declaring..."Come now, let us argue it out together" (verse 18). God has no use for empty-headed zombies who are content just to go through the motions. God wants spirited disciples charged with emotion, fired up with their faith and anxious to act it out.

No snug sanctimonious smirks among us today after reading this text. No thinking how far we've come from such brutal, bloody baseless beliefs as ritual animal sacrifices. Truth told? There are plenty of 21st-century churches hauling slaughtered corpses through their pristine sanctuaries every Sunday. These are the casualties from the worship wars – a kind of guerilla action that has skirmishes suddenly springing up in what were once peaceful congregations.

One of the most common types of weaponry used in today's worship wars? Try introducing the use of Praise Music in formerly traditional worship services. The new melodies, added instruments, simple but catchy lyrics, and the standing, clapping, swaying, and hand-raising this praise music incites and encourages...it causes delight for some, despair for others. Battles erupt over whether the use of such music will save or destroy struggling churches. It seems that there's no more simple, effective way to cause maximum angst in a congregation than to mess with the music. Music directors have to use Kevlar (the fabric bulletproof vests are made from) one their spirits in order to survive from week to week.

Almost without exception, however, these worship wars are battles over slaughtered beasts. The blood that drips off the altars and choir stalls, that's splattered during meetings and committees, is nothing more than a burden to God. The Lord is weary of bearing them. These types of worship wars are battles over beliefs. They're not the domain of true disciples.

There SHOULD be worship wars going on in our churches, but not these pointless poutings. God cares deeply about our worship. There are chapters and chapters of particulars, describing every nuance of temple worship as dictated to Moses on the mount. But without the spirit of a true disciple kneeling, praying, and singing, the worship experience won't follow the worshiper OUTSIDE.

Only a disciple brings worship out the door. It doesn't matter whether or not your hands go UP, DOWN, FORWARD, or BACKWARD when you sing. What matters is if your hands go OUT to others when you stop singing. Worship experiences should lead to changed lives. Worship experiences transform believers into disciples, and disciples are God's means for transforming the world.

The church has too many true believers.

To believe that Jesus is the Son of God isn't enough. The Devil's a believer. The Bible says the demons believe...and tremble. Many of the church's true believers aren't even trembling as much as the demons.

The church doesn't need more true believers. The church has too few true disciples.

Which one will you be?

ChristianGlobe Networks, Collected Sermons, by Leonard Sweet