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The
Announcement of Salvation:
PEACE
is a message for us tonight.
A sermon preached by
Rev. William O. (Bud) =
Reeves
First United
December 24, 2007
There was an unusual baby born in
Salaam found a permane=
nt
home a few days after her birth in an orphanage run by Christian nuns in
That winter, Arabs,
Christians, and Jews crossed the boundaries of their hatred and conflict to
unite in caring for a little child, whose name was “peace.” If that’s not a Christmas st=
ory, I
don’t know what is.
Maybe you have come he=
re
tonight hoping for the recovery of peace.&=
nbsp;
At Christmas time, and especially on this holy night, we have high h=
opes
for peace. We hope for politi=
cal
peace in our world. Like the =
world
that the Prince of Peace was born into, ours is a world torn by violence and
conflict. For the sake of our
soldiers, for the sake of their families, and for the sake of our world, we
still pray for peace. Our Lord
said, “Blessed are the peacem=
akers.”
We have a hope for pea=
ce in
our relationships this Christmas.
The illusion of holiday cheer and the images of warm, fuzzy family
get-togethers make this a particularly difficult time for many people. Domestic violence and suicide esca=
late
during the holidays. Family
conflict that simmers the rest of the year seems to boil over at
Christmas. Folks who because =
of
bitterness and resentment over past problems don’t get together with
their loved ones are lost in a heart-breaking loneliness. We just wish there could be peace =
among
us.
But most of all, deep =
down,
we have a hope this Christmas for spiritual peace. If we could just have an internal =
peace
in our hearts, then maybe we could deal with the external conflicts. If we just had some assurance that
everything will turn out all right, then we could handle our problems. If we just knew who was really in
charge, we could hang in there.
For anyone tonight who=
hopes
for peace—any kind of peace—I have a wonderful announcement:
We have a reason to
celebrate tonight! We have heard the announcement of salvation. We know the
possibility of peace. What is=
it
that gives us peace tonight? =
What
enables us to hear the song of the angels as they sing glory to God?
We have peace because =
there is a God. That may seem to be stating the ob=
vious,
but it is not so obvious to many people.&n=
bsp;
The truth is, we have a heavenly Father who created us, who loves us,
who redeems us from our sin and alienation. The birth in
If there is a God, there is also a Savior. God loved the world so much, h=
e did
not send a committee. God did=
not
save us in general terms; he saved us in particular. He sent a Son, one tiny baby who g=
rew
into a man who lived and taught and healed and died to save us from our
sins. His name, Jesus, means =
“God
saves.” His name, Emman=
uel,
means “God is with us.”
His mission is to reconcile you and me to God, to restore our
relationship, to renew and refresh the power of God that lies deep within
us. Because we have Jesus, we=
are
never without hope. We can ha=
ve
peace about that.
We can have peace beca=
use there is a plan. God is God; He sent his Son, and h=
e has
given us a way to enter into a relationship with him. For those of you who have been aro=
und
the last four weeks, this is what we have been talking about with the
announcements of salvation. F=
or
those of you who are visiting tonight, let me recap the highlights. (This is a sneaky way of reminding=
our
regulars.)
To enter into a relati=
onship
with God for the first time, or to renew a relationship that has been idle,=
we
have to
<=
span
style=3D'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>1) Repent of our sins. <=
/span>Acknowledge before God=
that
we are not what we should be and that we are sorry for not being what we sh=
ould
be.
<=
span
style=3D'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>2) Trust in Christ for our salvation.
This is also called accepting Jesus as your Lord or having faith in =
him. Our relationship with God is based=
on
his grace in offering it to us and our faith in believing the promise God
makes.
<=
span
style=3D'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>3) Then we receive forgiveness.
The
slate is clean; the past is gone.
The mistakes and messes that have kept us away from God are blotted =
out
by God’s grace and mercy. We
don’t have to pay the penalty for our evil before a holy God because
Jesus paid it all for us on the cross.&nbs=
p;
Even as he was lying in the manger in
<=
span
style=3D'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>4) This is how we find spiritual peace.
We know Christ, and we are assured of abundant life now and eternal =
life
in heaven. The problems and p=
ains
of the world cannot take this away.
Peace is the gift of Christ.
It’s the gift of Christmas.
How do we know this? We know it because there is a sign. = The angel said to the shepherds, “= ;This will be a sign for you: you will find a child wrapped in bands of cloth and lying in a manger.”[4] The announcement of salvation come= s down to a baby in a barn—not exactly the kind of spectacular sign you would expect from the God of the universe. But God delights in making the common uncommon, the ordinary extraordinary. That’s t= he significance of the sign. Whe= n Mary kissed her baby, her lips touched the face of God. When the shepherds looked into the manger and saw the infant struggling against the cloths that kept him warm, they knew somehow the struggle against sin had been won. God had come in the night to save = the day.
If you need a sign tonight, look around you. Hundreds of people will gather here
tonight to celebrate this Gift.
Thousands of people across this country, millions around the world w=
ill
sing “Silent Night” together in all different languages. After 2000 years, the story is sti=
ll told
and believed. How could it be=
a
lie?
Or eat this bread and drink this cup. Here is a sign of the continuing
presence of the One who was born in
We ca=
n know the
peace of God tonight because we participate in the story. The shepherds heard the announceme=
nt of
salvation, and they ran as fast as they could into Bethlehem
Probably the closest equivalent we have to she=
pherds
in contemporary Not the sort of people you would e=
xpect
in church.
Several years ago, Michael Elliott was the pas=
tor of
the
But one Christmas was different. The street people who hung around Michael Elliott’s church decided to get involved. Nobody else wanted to, so a few of= the guys volunteered to construct a manger for the annual Christmas Eve pageant sponsored by the church’s young people. By the time they had finished, over twenty uprooted, homeless individuals had helped with the project.
What they made was a simple wooden stable stai= ned a dark maple. Some of the lumber was bad, but th= at gave the three-sided structure a realistic look. The manger sat in the front of the pointed-roofed stable. It was= a simple V-shaped trough supported by four straight legs forming X’s.= p>
Some of the men walked ten blocks to the stock= yards to get some hay. They returned dragging two huge boxes. The = smell of the barnyard was overpowering. Someone said, “That stinks!= 8221;
One of the men explained that they brought bac= k two kinds of hay: one was clean, and one was “not so clean.”
“Why in the world did you bring used hay?” somebody asked. T= he stone-faced reply was honest: “We didn’t know how realistic you wanted to make it.”
They scattered the clean hay around the stable, and one of the homeless men pulled=
out
a can of red spray paint and began to paint on the wall: “R. C. was
here.” Some of the othe=
r men,
being proud of their work, complained that R. C. was ruining everything.
The finishing touch was the star that had been= cut out of cardboard and covered with aluminum foil. Standing on one another’s shoulders, they suspended the star from the ceiling of the sanctuary so tha= t it hung over the stable. Standing back, they put their arms around each other and admired their work.
When the young people performed the pageant a = few days later, for the first time, the street people in the neighborhood came = to the service. They sat right d= own front. They smiled and sang a= long when the carols were sung. Th= ey shut their eyes tightly when the prayers were said. They watched in wonder as the wear= y Mary and Joseph traveled to their ma= nger. They observed the birth of the baby Jesus and saw the shepherds come to worship and saw the Wise Men offer their gifts. They heard the angels = sing “Joy To the World.”
When it was over, the street people hung around. They didn’t wan= t to leave; they didn’t have anywhere to go. The pastor overheard their convers= ation:
“This sure has been a good Christmas, hasn’t it?”
“Yeah, for a change, it sure has been. <= span style=3D'mso-spacerun:yes'> I wonder why?”
“I don’t know, but I can’t w= ait ‘til next Christmas.”
“I know what you mean. I hate to see this one end.”= = = [6]
That, my friends, is the essence of the Christ= mas celebration, whether you live in a cardboard box under a bridge or in the finest house on the best street in town.&n= bsp; When the manger becomes your= manger, when the baby becomes your<= /i> baby, when you find your own ways of participating in the story—by building a stable or singing the carols or feeding the hungry or by just listening, really listening to the story in a fresh way—then you will find the true meaning and the true glory of Christmas.
Listen! The angels are singing for us tonight:=
“To you is born this day in the =
city
of
[1]
“’Peace Baby’ Touches
[2] Luke 2:10-11, 14.
[3] John 3:16.
[4] Luke 2:12.
[5] Luke 2:20.
[6] Mich= ael Elliott, The Society of Salty Saint= s (Oak Park, IL: Meyer Stone Books, 1987), pp. 78f.
[7] Luke 2:11, 14.