The following is an edited version of the sermon I was set to preach on the first Sunday of Advent, Dec 1 2019. The service was cancelled due to an ice storm that blew across southwestern Ontario that morning. The text below has been modified slightly to accommodate a the medium of a blog post. Zechariah’s story moved me in the writing of this sermon. Perhaps it will move you in the reading as well. -Erin
………
Sometimes it’s funny how things end up working out, and it makes me wonder if maybe God had something to do with it.
One of my favourite parts about being a pastor is the research and the writing. Putting together the teaching plan for the year, along with the elders, is something I consider a sacred honour, and I really enjoy doing it. But like any major project in any job, it is a lot of work.
It was January or February when I was pulling together the teaching proposal for this season, including who would teach on all the Sundays from September to June. When I got to Advent, I remember thinking, “Hey, an Advent series on the minor characters of the Christmas Story might be fun and interesting.
That’s how I ended up writing a sermon on Zechariah. Nothing magical about it, really. I didn’t have any particular interest in him or affinity towards his story, he was John the Baptist’s dad, so that’s cool I guess.
Then I sat down to do the reading.
As I really dug into Zechariah’s story I began to catch a glimpse of a person who was more like me that I would have guessed.
I saw in Zechariah a law-abiding cynic, like me. Someone who wants to please God, and does all the right things to please God, but can’t quite bring himself to open his heart to God. Although he prays regularly, he can’t quite bring himself to believe that God would really answer his prayers.
Zechariah is the cynic of the Christmas story. He’s a lot like me. And maybe he’s a lot like you too.
Zechariah’s story begins like this:
5 In the time of Herod king of Judea there was a priest named Zechariah,who belonged to the priestly division of Abijah; his wife Elizabeth was also a descendant of Aaron.
Luke 1:5
In this verse, Luke is setting the stage for his telling of the Jesus story, and what we can see even in this first sentence, is that things haven’t gone according to plan for the people of God.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
The Israelites understood themselves as occupying a special place in the heart of God. They longed to be an independent nation, with a land of their own, self-governing and independent according to the promises God had made to their ancestor Abraham.
But here, in the early years of the 1st century, they’re not. They’ve been exiled and scattered. Herod is king, and his understanding of what that means is certainly not “under God” in the way the Jews were hoping for.
The construction of the Temple was a great moment for the nation of Israel during its golden age, built by King Solomon, the son of the much beloved King David and a powerful symbol that God really was among them in an intimate and permanent way.
But the temple Luke is describing here is not that temple. It’s the second temple.
Solomon’s temple, the first one, was destroyed by the Babylonians in 586 BC and many of the Israelites were taken into exile as well. This was a time of disillusionment and disorientation for the people of Israel. Had God abandoned them? What about God’s promise to Abraham, or to David?
When the exile was over, many Israelites returned to the land that had once been theirs. A group of these returning exiles constructed a fairly modest temple structure in Jerusalem intended to replace the one that had been destroyed. But it was Herod the Great, the Roman king of Judea who poured the money into the massive undertaking of restoring the temple to a version of its former glory.
Just try to think about the absurdity and insult of it: a pegan king constructing a holy place for God! And building project intended to bolster his own reputation rather than to give glory to the God he himself did not worship.
And this is exactly where our story begins.
Luke is carefully setting up the power structures of this moment in history. The cultural backdrop into which God’s Messiah would be born. And the power does not lie with Jewish people or in the Jewish laws and customs, but with Rome “In the time of Herod the king there was a priest named Zechariah.”
Yet even in the face of so much disappointment, there are some who have remained faithful to YHWH, and Zechariah is one of them.
6 Both [Zechariah and Elizabeth] were righteous in the sight of God, observing all the Lord’s commands and decrees blamelessly. 7 But they were childless because Elizabeth was not able to conceive, and they were both very old.
Luke 1:6-7
R.T. France points out that we often have this picture of Judaism as being corrupt in the time of Jesus, but here Luke is showing us two ordinary people who are seeking to honour God in their daily lives and observing their traditional customs.
Zechariah is a priest of God and both he and Elizabeth are living, in line with God’s instructions to his people, to the best of their abilities.
But there is sorrow in their lives because they have no children.
By pointing out the moral uprightness of both Zechariah and Elizabeth as well as their submission to the Law of Moses, Luke is showing us that contrary to popular Jewish thought at the time, this couple’s childless situation is not the result of disobedience or sin.
Zechariah (and Elizabeth too) was living a carefully constructed, righteous life, choosing to remain faithful to God in spite of the long years of infertility they had experienced.
But long seasons of suffering wear on us after a while, don’t they? They might even change the way we pray. After a long season of getting a “no” from God, maybe we stop expecting a “yes,” or expecting any answer at all.
Prolonged suffering certainly has that effect on me.
When prayers go unanswered, I am tempted to stop praying, or at the very least to stop meaning prayers I don’t really expect God to answer. I guess we could say I emotionally disengage. I keep God at arms length.
I heard a Spiritual Director speak this week and she said that sometimes it’s easier to pray “Your will be done, God,” than to pray for what you really want. I find that, definitely. Expressing the yearning and deep desires of my heart feels just too vulnerable so instead I don’t hope for much, and I pray “Your will be done.” Maybe that was Zechariah’s story too?
But still. Zechariah is a faithful priest of God and if he was feeling discouraged, he doesn’t let those feelings get in the way of his work. My kind of guy. Then one day, Zechariah gets the opportunity of a lifetime:
8 Once when Zechariah’s division was on duty and he was serving as priest before God, 9 he was chosen by lot, according to the custom of the priesthood, to go into the temple of the Lord and burn incense. 10 And when the time for the burning of incense came, all the assembled worshipers were praying outside.
Luke 1:8-10
Here’s how that worked:
Judaism in the 1st century had thousands of priests, and those priests were divided into 24 divisions. Each division had only 2 weeks of temple duty per year. And when a certain division was on duty, lots would be cast (a practice similar to rolling a dice) to decide who would have the special honor of entering the holy place to offer incense before God. A priest would only be eligible to offer incense once in his lifetime.
This was Zechariah’s big moment. Probably from his perspective, as good was likely to get.
But Zechariah’s big moment is turned upside down.
11 Then an angel of the Lord appeared to him, standing at the right side of the altar of incense. 12 When Zechariah saw him, he was startled and was gripped with fear. 13 But the angel said to him: “Do not be afraid, Zechariah; your prayer has been heard. Your wife Elizabeth will bear you a son, and you are to call him John.
14 He will be a joy and delight to you, and many will rejoice because of his birth, 15 for he will be great in the sight of the Lord. He is never to take wine or other fermented drink, and he will be filled with the Holy Spirit even before he is born.
16 He will bring back many of the people of Israel to the Lord their God. 17 And he will go on before the Lord, in the spirit and power of Elijah, to turn the hearts of the parents to their children and the disobedient to the wisdom of the righteous—to make ready a people prepared for the Lord.”
Luke 1:11-16
How do you handle it, if the thing you’ve been praying for, for a long, long time actually happens?
I’m not talking about what I’m going to call “regular” prayers. Like, praying for a positive outcome from a test or a job interview, praying that a cold or stomach flu will be short-lived. Not like that. I mean the desperate, 3 o’clock in the morning, completely impossible except for the intervention of God, sort of prayer.
I think these are the kinds of prayers that even people who say they don’t believe in God, find themselves praying, almost against their will. These kinds of prayers make us human.
But these sorts of prayers can also wear us down. They hurt so much that we might try to insulate ourselves from the disappointment having that desperate 3 am prayer remain unanswered. We try to stop hoping, and often we succeed. Zechariah does.
Imagine the scene with me. Here’s Zechariah having the most important day of his life, a chance to offer incense at the temple, completely disrupted by an angel- so real and so terrifying that he has to say the thing angles always always have to say in the Bible, “Don’t be afraid,” the assumed next part of that sentence being, “Don’t worry, you’re not going to die.”
So the angel shows up right there in the temple. And you’d think that the physical presence of a terrifying celestial being would have been enough to convince Zechariah that whatever that angel said must be the truth, but not so!
18 Zechariah asked the angel, “How can I be sure of this? I am an old man and my wife is well along in years.”
Luke 1:18
Even though Zechariah obviously thinks the angel real enough to be terrified of him, he still kind of treats the heavenly messenger like he’s a scam artist interrupting dinner.
Ok. So I’ve won an all-expenses paid trip to Honolulu…riiiight.
I have so much sympathy for Zechariah here. His response to the angel is the kind of thing you say after a long time protecting your own heart from the disappointment of getting your hopes up.
“A baby!? Now!?! When we’re both so old and we stopped “trying” or even hoping a long time ago?” And even more than that, “Elijah? The one who will usher in a new age of salvation for my people? Now!?! When I’m standing in a temple built by a pagan king?” Ha!
But the angel has reached the end of his patience.
19 The angel said to him, “I am Gabriel. I stand in the presence of God, and I have been sent to speak to you and to tell you this good news. 20 And now you will be silent and not able to speak until the day this happens, because you did not believe my words, which will come true at their appointed time.”
Luke 1:19-20
Zechariah is the cynic of the Christmas story, and here’s what I love about him. First, he’s a cynic, but he’s nothing like Ebenezer Scrooge. He’s a man of faith. He lives a righteous life before God, as does his wife Elizabeth. Luke tells us so. What I love about Zechariah, the cynic of the Christmas story, is that he’s in the Christmas story.
God’s faithfulness, turns out to be bigger than Zechariah’s cynicism. The angel tells Zechariah that his words will come true in spite of how slow the old, jaded priest is to accept them. And they do.
Now Zechariah’s disbelief does have some consequences. He is struck mute from the time of this announcement until after the child the angel had promised has been born. One author I read in preparation for this sermon suggests that maybe Zechariah’s inability to speak was as much a gift as it was a punishment, providing him with the opportunity to watch this miraculous thing unfold before his eyes, without his own commentary to get in the way.
What I love about Zechariah’s place in the story of Christmas is that the goodness of God and the faithfulness of God wins the day over against human cynicism.
And I don’t know if this is true of all cynics, but it’s certainly true of me: I want the goodness and faithfulness of God to win. I long to encounter a God who is bigger than my own self-protection. Whose Great Rescue Plan is more wonderful than any hopes I’ve tried to insulate myself from having. And here’s where Zechariah deserves some credit, and where maybe the cynics among us can take a lesson or two. Zechariah is willing to be wrong.
We can only imagine what was going on in Zechariah’s head over the next 9 months. As he watched Elizabeth’s belly grow, month by month. What went on his mind as this was happening? We can only guess. How did he interpret the news of his young, unmarried relative, Mary and her own miraculous pregnancy? We don’t know.
But while something miraculous was happening in Elizabeth’s womb, something miraculous was also happening in Zechariah’s heart.
Later in Luke we hear how Zechariah names his son John in obedience to what the angel had told him, and this act of obedience, of willingness to be proved wrong by the goodness of God, is what restores his ability to speak.
And the first thing Zechariah says out loud is a song of praise to God:
64 Immediately [Zechariah’s] mouth was opened and his tongue set free, and he began to speak, praising God.
Luke 1:64
68“Praise be to the Lord, the God of Israel,
because he has come to his people and redeemed them.
69 He has raised up a horn[c] of salvation for us
in the house of his servant David…
76 And you, my child, will be called a prophet of the Most High;
for you will go on before the Lord to prepare the way for him,
77 to give his people the knowledge of salvation
through the forgiveness of their sins,
78 because of the tender mercy of our God,
by which the rising sun will come to us from heaven
79 to shine on those living in darkness
and in the shadow of death,
to guide our feet into the path of peace.”
Luke 1:68-79
Zechariah’s part in the Christmas story is good news for those of us who are plagued by cynicism. If we find it hard to believe, like Zechariah did, that God could possibly be as good as hope, or as good as we dare not hope, then this old new dad can offer us some reassurance. There’s room for us in the story, and God’s goodness really is more powerful than our ability to doubt it.
But for the cynics among us, Zechariah also offers some guidance: be willing to be wrong. Come with your doubts, but hold them loosely. Be willing to admit it, if and when your doubts are (inevitably) outdone by the Mercy of God.