Sermon – Ash
Wednesday – Amos 1:1-2
Lutheran Chapel of
the Cross, Racine, WI
“Shaken”
The words of Amos, who was among the
sheep breeders from Tekoa, who perceived events in Israel during the
days of Uzziah the king of Judah and the days of Jeroboam ben Joash
the king of Israel, two years before the earthquake. He said,
“The Lord roars from Zion and from Jerusalem He utters
His voice. The shepherds' pastures mourn, and the peak of Carmel
withers.”
What was the most devastating,
shocking, earth-shaking moment of your life? A job loss? Maybe the
sudden death of a loved one? That day in the doctor's office when
you heard the diagnosis? Or the moment when your spouse turns to you
and says, “I want a divorce”? You feel the very earth move under
your feet as the shockwaves shake you to your core. It's as if, for
that one moment, everything comes crashing down.
Where is God in a time like that? Is
he angry? Does he forsake us? Does he simply not care about the
disaster that befalls his people? Or does he care, but is simply
powerless to act?
Questions like these have plagued
Christans and non-Christians as long as we have lived in this fallen
world. Both figurative and literal earthquakes shake our faith, and
cause us to question and wonder why.
The people of Amos' day were about to
have their earth shattered. There was an army on the rampage, a
world empire on the rise – the Assyrians – a brutal and ruthless
conqueror who were soon to lay waste to the northern kingdom of
Israel. The 10 Hebrew tribes there were utterly wipted out, and lost
to history.
Amos was called to speak a prophetic
word, to preach a call to repentance, 2 years before the earthquake.
What earthquake? The earthquake that everyone knew was a sign of
God's judgment. The literal earthquake that accompanied the roar of
his wrath over their sin. And would also accompany that shaking of
their world, which would soon come crashing down at the hands of the
Assyrians.
I'm reminded of another earthquake. Or
at least a building that catastrophically crumbled. Jesus mentioned
an event that must have been in the local news. A tower in Siloam,
the south part of Jerusalem, fell and killed 18 people. Was this a
judgment on their sin? Was God angry with these 18 for some
particular offense?
Why do bad things happen? Short
answer: sin. But rather than trying to connect the dots between
particular sins and particular catastophes, Jesus points us to a
better way. Rather than trying to figure out what I did to deserve
this misery, or worse, what that other person did to deserve theirs,
what should we do instead? What is Jesus' answer? Repent.
“Or those eighteen on whom the tower
in Siloam fell and killed them: do you think that they were worse
offenders than all the others who lived in Jerusalem? No, I tell you;
but unless you repent, you will all likewise perish.” (Luke 13:4-5
ESV)
Disasters and calamities, tradgedies
and sorrows, suffering and pain – the vale of tears in which we
live – for the Christian, should be always a call to repent.
Whether the earthquake strikes out of nowhere, or whether we can
clearly trace it back to our own sin, the call is still to repent.
To turn from sin and turn in faith to Christ. To confess our sins
freely, and believe in the one who forgives them always more freely.
And when disaster looms and strikes,
when the ground gives way beneath us – all the more reason to turn
from it to the sure and certain ground of faith in Christ. For on
that day when he faced ultimate sorrow and loss, on that day when the
sun darkened, rocks split, and the earth shook... on that day he
brought remedy to this fallen creation, this earth which is cursed,
and all pain that we bear from sin. “It is finished” he
declared. And so it is.
The voice of the Lord roars, the Lion
of the tribe of Judah – a voice which roars in judgment over sin,
shaking and quaking the very earth. But a voice which also roars in
triumph and victory over the foe. Your enemy is vanquished. Your
sins are forgiven. And with Christ's resurrection, you too are
assured resurrection.
Today is Ash Wednesday, the day
perhaps, in which repentance is most clearly in focus for us. The
day in which we wear our sins on our sleeve, with the ashes on our
foreheads. Dust you are, and to dust you shall return. Repent.
Sorrow not over the earthquakes of life, but over your sins.
Repent... turn from those sins, put them behind you, and look away –
in the opposite direction. Repent and believe in the one who suffers
all to redeem you from sin and suffering and even death itself. The
one who roars and shakes the earth, but also speaks a quiet and kind
word of forgiveness. Go in peace. For you are forgiven.
He does not promise to explain all your
suffering. But he does promise hope in the midst of it. He does not
promise earthly peace, but a peace that passes understanding. He
does not take away the effects of all sin now, but will one day, and
forever. When the earth shakes one last time, and then all is peace.
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