Luke
4:14-30
“Deadly
Preaching”
15 January 2017 St. Andrew’s
Military Chapel Singapore
On the
evening of April 4th, 1968 a 39 year-old man was assassinated while
standing on the balcony just outside his room at the Lorraine Motel in Memphis,
Tennessee. The echoes of that gunshot rings loudly in America’s soul.
Because he
was a preacher’s kid, Martin Luther King Jr. regularly attended, sometimes
reluctantly. Like most of us he had a time of questioning his faith and
beliefs. Eventually his faith found a second wind. A strong wind it was as he
decided, just prior to his senior year at Morehouse College, to enter full time
ministry. For him, the church offered the best way to satisfy his inner hunger
to serve humanity with sermons that would be a force for ideas including
societal change.
In 1954, at
the young age of 24, King was called as the pastor of Dexter Avenue Baptist
Church in Montgomery, Alabama. God called the right man to the right place at
the right time.
In March of
1955, 15 year-old Claudette Colvin refused to relinquish her bus seat to a
white man, breaking the law at the time. On Thursday, December 1st
1955, four days after attending a meeting at Dexter Avenue Baptist discussing
the murder of Emmett Till, Rosa Parks also refused to give up her seat to a
white person.
King and
others sprung into action and three days later at black churches around the
city announced a boycott of the Montgomery buses starting the next day until
treatment of blacks improved and the seating dividing line was fixed rather
than something the driver could change as he saw fit. The boycott lasted 385
days. This thrust King into the role as a leader in the fight for civil rights
in America. With that role came backlash, to include a bombing of his home less
than two months later.
Despite the
looming threat of death, multiple arrests and countless nights in jail,
extended time away from his family, and the doubt we would all experience in a
similar situation, King never backed down from his new calling as prophet to
America on the sin of racism.
Meanwhile,
a young man attending college in Nashville was invited to attend workshops on
non-violent resistance in the basement of Clark Memorial United Methodist
Church. Those classes made such an impression that John Lewis never struck back
against his oppressors and still practices the techniques he learned those many
decades ago.
After these
seminars, Lewis helped to organize the sit in campaign in Nashville where
blacks would go into segregated restaurants and peacefully order a meal. They
never received their orders, instead they were typically delivered a beating or
the cold snap of handcuffs as they were carried away by the police.
In 1960,
Lewis was invited to be one of the initial Freedom Riders where 7 whites and 6
blacks committed to riding from Washington, DC to New Orleans together, fully
integrated. Needless to say, it was not the safest travel option for such a
group. Their journey began on May 4th, 1961. After making it through
Virginia and North Carolina with relative ease, the stop in Rock Hill, South
Carolina marked the first physical attack but was just a prelude to future
stops.
On May 14th,
Mothers Day, the bus was attacked by a mob who set the bus ablaze and held the
doors shut to burn the riders alive. They failed in that attempt so they began
to beat the riders as they escaped the bus, a lone highway patrolman’s warning
shots preventing the beating from turning deadly. The Kennedy administration
took notice.
None of
this deterred John Lewis. Two years later, in 1963, he was the youngest of the
civil rights leaders organizing the march on Washington, DC where MLK delivered
his now famous “I Have a Dream” speech. Then, in 1965 John Lewis stood his
ground on the Edmund Pettus Bridge in Selma, Alabama in what is now known as
“Bloody Sunday.” He and other marchers stopped to pray in the face of police
officers. For his stand that day, he was awarded a fractured skull at the hands
of the Alabama State Police. You can still see the scars on his face today.
A young man
received a call and commission from God to go and preach God’s word to the
world regardless of the cost. He was a devout believer, attending synagogue
regularly even being invited to read Scripture and deliver a message. One
Sunday he read a passage from Isaiah about how God’s Spirit had come upon
Isaiah to bring good news to the down and out of the world to bring good news
to the poor, release to the captives, and freedom for the oppressed.
This young
man wasn’t from a famous family, his parents had no wealth, he wasn’t a trained
teacher of the law or Scripture. So, the congregation was amazed at the
teaching and grace that poured from his mouth. It was a nice surprise to hear
an uneducated carpenter from a one camel town speak with such presence and
eloquence. When those we deem unworthy speak truth to power, it makes quite an
impression.
Then, this
young upstart preacher states the good news he just proclaimed wasn’t exclusively
for them, it was for everyone. Even those deemed unworthy of friendship,
compassion, respect, and love. Even more, he was telling them that he is being
sent from their congregation to the very people they despised. Without
condemnation, he was expanding the target population of their faith to
everyone.
And. They. Didn’t.
Like. It. At. All.
They
congregation quickly turned on this preacher and attempted to lynch him. Jesus
didn’t condemn his congregation. The congregation rejected Jesus because he
preached inclusion.
The Gospel
has a way of unsettling people’s plans and ideas. For those in power, the idea
of sharing power is hard to take. Sometimes so much so that people will maim
and kill to maintain their grip on power. Many times it isn’t so much the
people resisting the power shift as much as the structural inertia of oppression
driving the status quo.
The church
is called to bring good news to the poor, proclaim release to the captives,
help the blind see, and free the world from oppression. Regardless the beliefs
of those to whom we are called to serve. When I say the church, that means
every person in here today, reading this sermon on the internet or listening to
the online podcast. We don’t get to say, that’s not my job.
Just as the
Body of Christ is made up of different parts, our individual part in living out
God’s plan will differ. We all receive different gifts to bring Christ’s
message to the world. We owe it to each other to not only help each other
discern our part in this call, but to support each other in serving Christ as
he has called us.
As we go
forth striving to be such a church, let the words of John Legend and Common
serve as a reminder of our call to respond to Isaiah and Christ’s words:
Hands to the Heavens, no man, no weapon
Formed against, yes glory is destined
Every day women and men become legends
Sins that go against our skin become blessings
The movement is a rhythm to us
Freedom is like religion to us
Justice is juxtaposition in us
Justice for all just ain't specific enough
One son died, his spirit is revisitin' us
Truant livin' livin' in us, resistance is us
Formed against, yes glory is destined
Every day women and men become legends
Sins that go against our skin become blessings
The movement is a rhythm to us
Freedom is like religion to us
Justice is juxtaposition in us
Justice for all just ain't specific enough
One son died, his spirit is revisitin' us
Truant livin' livin' in us, resistance is us
Selma's now for every man, woman and
child
Even Jesus got his crown in front of a crowd
They marched with the torch, we gon' run with it now
Never look back, we done gone hundreds of miles
From dark roads he rose, to become a hero
Facin' the league of justice, his power was the people
Enemy is lethal, a king became regal
Saw the face of Jim Crow under a bald eagle
The biggest weapon is to stay peaceful
We sing, our music is the cuts that we bleed through
Somewhere in the dream we had an epiphany
Now we right the wrongs in history
No one can win the war individually
It takes the wisdom of the elders and young people's energy
Welcome to the story we call victory
Comin' of the Lord, my eyes have seen the glory
Even Jesus got his crown in front of a crowd
They marched with the torch, we gon' run with it now
Never look back, we done gone hundreds of miles
From dark roads he rose, to become a hero
Facin' the league of justice, his power was the people
Enemy is lethal, a king became regal
Saw the face of Jim Crow under a bald eagle
The biggest weapon is to stay peaceful
We sing, our music is the cuts that we bleed through
Somewhere in the dream we had an epiphany
Now we right the wrongs in history
No one can win the war individually
It takes the wisdom of the elders and young people's energy
Welcome to the story we call victory
Comin' of the Lord, my eyes have seen the glory
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