To a World of Death and Taxes Christ Says Surprising New Life
Isaiah 9:2-7 and Luke 2
December 24, 2012
Taxes are certainly in the news these days as we draw ever closer to the fiscal cliff. While we fight over whether the taxes paid by the rich and those paid by the poor are fair and just, and how our government will spend the revenue it collects from us, there is never a serious debate about getting rid of them all together. And even when our politicians boast of keeping “taxes” low we look around and notice that Mass Pike “tolls” have gone up, MBTA “fares” have risen, and a multitude of services we request of our government officials have new or higher “fees.” Taxes seem pretty certain.
Taxes are, after all, the reason given for Mary and Joseph who lived in Nazareth to be nearly 100 miles from home in Bethlehem while Mary was 9 months pregnant. As Luke tells it Emperor Augustus wanted to take a census so that the people could be taxed and rather than send census forms through the mail, or employ a host of temporary census takers to knock on doors, someone decided it would be best to have everyone travel to the town of their ancestors to be counted. So Joseph and Mary went to Bethlehem where their ancestor, King David, had been born.
The people in Isaiah’s time, those who lived in a land of deep darkness, knew something worse than taxes. Powerful armies had invaded their land, the kind of armies that just take whatever and whoever they want as they move through the countryside. Isaiah gives us the picture of people living under the heavy burden of oppressive government, beaten with a rod, being forced to carry heavy bars across their shoulders. They live in fear of the enemy soldiers, tyrants tramping around in their heavy boots, spilling innocent blood. Martin Luther once wrote that some “subjects have to carry these lords, magistrates, heads of families, etc., on their shoulders. And they do have to carry them, or the tyrants will be on them with blows and executioners.”
But even when we speak of good rulers, even democratically elected rulers the world is set up so that the authorities are carried on the shoulders of their subjects.
As for death, we all know the certainty of that, even the people of the world who don’t live under oppressive governments. Even in the places of the world that aren’t threatened by an over abundance of weapons designed only to kill. We know death. We try to put it off, to live healthy lives, eat a healthy diet, wear our seat belts and bicycle helmets, turn to medicine when we need to so that death can be averted, put of just a few more years. Most Americans hope that we can live a good long life and die peacefully in our sleep. Yet death is inevitable. The loss of an elderly grandparent or friend whom we love hurts no less because they are old. Every parent who has lost a child knows what it is like to walk in darkness, even when the sun is shining. The first funeral we had in this church this year was for young Allison Irving, who died in a car accident. When I pass by her grave or remember her family in prayer sorrow still wells up in me. The next funeral we had was for Allison’s great grandmother – our Grandma Tina. And though she lived more than 93 years I know so many of us who loved her and were loved by her still really miss her.
So the words of Isaiah resonate with us. Death, taxes, walking in darkness, sometimes living in a land of deep darkness.
Isaiah’s words resonate with the shepherds on the hill outside of Bethlehem too. “Society stereotyped shepherds as liars, degenerates, and thieves. The testimony of shepherds was not admissible in court, and many towns had ordinances barring shepherds from their city limits. The religious establishment took a particularly dim view of shepherds since the regular exercise of shepherds' duties kept them from observing the Sabbath and rendered them ritually unclean. The Pharisees classed shepherds with tax collectors and prostitutes, persons who were ‘sinners’ by virtue of their vocation.” One preacher states that shepherds were more than outsiders. “Spend enough time in the field, shunned by decent and religious folk, disappointed by God, or overwhelmed by grief, and we stop caring that we are outsiders. We give up trying to get inside religion, [we] even [give up] on God, to get on with life.”*
So we find ourselves this evening in the darkness, in the “fields of the isolated, the disenfranchised and the forgotten, or in our own painful places of spiritual wilderness.”
But then comes the light, a great light, blinding sunbursts of light shining on us in our darkness.! This is where God speaks the good news of Christ’s coming, not in the candle-lit sanctuary, not around the fireplaces or dinner tables of our cozy homes. Not under the Christmas tree surrounded by presents. “God brings great joy to those who need it most.” “God does not give up on us. God sends angels to people who have given up on God. How would you respond to God sending angels to you when you’d given up on God?” No wonder the shepherds were terrified.
But God’s way of bringing light and life to all is surprisingly peaceful, not scary at all. God’s way is to come to the world of darkness in the form of a baby. A baby who grew to be a peaceful man, who did not carry any weapons, and did not harm even his enemies as they put him to death. And by his resurrection we believe that even death was defeated by Christ through the power of his resurrection and his promise of eternal life.
Martin Luther would have us remember that this gift of Christ is truly for us. “[Christ’s] conception and birth, his suffering and death, his ascension and sitting at the right hand are all for our benefit. They belong to us.” “They are all about us. Christ didn’t need these works. He would have remained a lord quite well without them.” For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given.*
And Isaiah tells us that when Christ comes he brings light. The desolate nation is repopulated, the ghost towns come to life, joy is expanded. The people hold a glad festival of joy, sharing rich gifts and warm greetings. Under this new government the abuse of the oppressors is done away with. The people are released from military and political danger. No need for armed guards anywhere. The Lord has broken the yokes, destroyed all the weapons and all the battle gear and made a great bonfire with them.
Jesus Christ is this child, this new life. The angels assure the shepherds that Christ is born “to you” and make clear that he “is Christ the Lord.” Isaiah adds that, “the government shall be upon his shoulders.” Martin Luther observes that while all human governments are carried on the shoulders of the people, “the rule of [the] Son who was born to us works the other way around: he carries us! We rest on his shoulders; he is our bearer. See how Isaiah turns everything around, contrary to the customs of the world… Christ’s rule includes all believers, of whom he is Lord.” And it even includes those sitting in darkness who have given up on God. “We are his people and his land. And where is his government? On his shoulder! This is wonderful. Christ’s kingdom is not under his feet…it is on his shoulder.”
We start Christmas Eve in the darkness of death and taxes. We start with the shepherds who have not only been rejected but who have all but given up on God. I suspect we all know and love people who have been outside so long they have given up on God. We all know and love people who are so down and blue this Christmas that they could not come to worship. The startling good news is that while we sit here in worship, God is sending angles out into the fields with good news of great joy. Jesus is being born among people who have given up on him. In a sunburst of light Christ himself comes to them, not demanding any more punishment, but reaching out with loving arms, inviting them to “hop on!” as he carries them to new life.
Christ says to those in the churches and those still sitting in darkness, ‘Hop on! I will carry you well.” Rest on the shoulders of Christ. Allow yourself to be carried by him like the lost sheep. He has paid everything for us. Our sins, our death, our taxes our darkness are his cross. We are forgiven and he caries us to new life. Christ wants nothing but to serve us and to carry us and give us everything that brings life. Let us gladly and confidently run to him and hop on!
*With thanks for the thoughts from Craig A. Satterlee WorkingPreacher.org and Martin Luther “To Us a Child Is Born” December 1531
