Sermon for the Second Sunday of Christmas
‘And the king went to
Gibeon to sacrifice there, for that was the great high place. Solomon used to
offer a thousand burnt offerings on that altar.’
The wisest of kings, him whom God had blessed with the greatest of
understanding, that he might rule with discernment
for what is right. This one, King Solomon of Israel, the people of God,
sacrificed a thousand burnt offerings to
We, who think ourselves sophisticated believe that the
sacrifice of animals to appease God to be the greatest barbarism. Why would God
demand the blood of bulls and goats to allay his wrath against our sin?
And for asking this question, the Lord Christ once said, ‘You brood of vipers. You hypocrites! You discern the face of the sky
and of the earth, but how is it that you do not discern this time?’
How do you not discern your own time.
You weep over the blood of beasts with cloven hooves and cries of doves, but
not over the tears of men, and of children, and of their shrieks of terror.
For how many were murdered to appease the honor of a disgraced nation during
the Second World War, and how many more eliminated in chambers of nerve gas to
save the world from, of all things, international banking. A sin, if it be a
sin, much less than the iniquity of all the children of man.
And in that era of bloodlust, the hatred throughout the world of petty men,
owning petty land, living petty lives, poured forth more blood, more sorrow,
more suffering, than can be reasonably reckoned, seeking ‘equality’. Setting a
number for how many were murdered under the thoroughly human utopian politics
of our past is meaningless, for once a number gets too large, we no longer are
able to understand it.
Perhaps it is best to say that if one were to do nothing but
count all day, every day, without eating or drinking, one would not approach
the number of those killed by their fellow man before reaching their natural
And all this in not some distant past, but in the age of ourselves, our parents
To sacrifice so many human lives seeking some promised
Neverland, we brush off, and account it all as just a chapter of ‘history.’ Yet
the enlightened among us, those very same who thought such murders in the past
century as necessary to bring about a better world, those same count the
slaughter of animals in the nation of Israel as barbarism.
We are a brood of vipers. Hypocrites.
For we thought that such human sacrifice would atone for the whimpering
jealousies of our time. Yet we begrudge
the Lord for having provided turtledoves and lambs for the atonement of all the
malice of the world.
We are not the sophisticated. We are the barbarians. But to Solomon was given
wisdom, a discerning mind. And for
this reason, he offered a thousand burnt
offerings on the altar at Gibeon. For he knew that the Lord takes pleasure in the death of no one.
But desires a broken and contrite heart.
That no man may die, the Almighty allowed the blood of beasts to be substituted
in the place of people. And yet, not because He desired such animal sacrifice,
but that we might know that our sin against our neighbor has a cost. That guilt
requires a recompense. That, before a just God, no evil is allowed to go free.
For if God is good, God cannot allow the sin of one man against another to go
unpunished, for He hears the blood of the
innocent crying from the ground.
Yet, He desires for all to be saved.
Therefore, in the days of old, the Lord instituted the substitution of animals
for the lives of men and women and child, that we might be made wise, knowing
that our sin, even if not avenged against our fellow man, is yet still avenged.
So Solomon, wisest of all rulers, sacrificed
a thousand burnt offerings, that the altar of the Lord would be a place a
justice, where crime, our manifold crimes against God and one another, were
made right. ‘Vengeance in mine, sayeth
This is what the altar of the Lord is. It is the seat of mercy, and the
throne of justice. It is where those who have done wrong are forgiven, and
where wrath is poured out upon the spotless sheep and doves that have done no
wrong. For there is no reckoning a wrong without punishment.
Now when our Lord and God Jesus Christ was twelve, He was in
Jerusalem. And as His parents, Mary and Joseph left the Holy City after the
Passover, Jesus remained behind. His parents, when they saw that He was not
with Him, panicked, as any parent would, and searched everywhere. And after three days, they found him in the
temple, sitting among the teachers. And
when his parents saw him, they were astonished. And his mother said to him,
‘Son, why have you treated us so? Behold, your father and I have been searching
for you in great distress?’
And he said to them, ‘Why were you
looking for me? Did you not know that I must be in my Father’s house?’
Indeed, He must be in His Father’s house. The seat of mercy, and the throne of
justice. For it is where those who have done wrong are forgiven, and where
wrath is poured out upon the spotless sheep who have done no wrong.
He must be in His Father’s house, for Jesus, the lover of all humanity, who
longs in everlasting love with His holy heart to save mankind; this, our Lord,
must be killed by those He loves, that His love might atone for those by whom
He was killed. This, and this alone, is the sacrifice, the peace offering of
loving-kindness, that the Father has always desired.
A cross awaits this young child. A cross of wood, awaiting His passion, that we
might be made whole. We, whom He came to redeem, shall break Him. We, whom he
came to save, shall crucify Him. The last sacrifice.
And before He dies the death of thieves and traitors, He
shall speak gently, ‘Father, into your
hands I commit my spirit.’
For thus sayeth the Lord, ‘I do not
delight in the blood of bulls, or of lambs, or of goats.’
‘But a broken spirit I will not despise.’
Preached by Pastor
Sermon Texts: 1 Kings
3:4-15; Ephesians 1:3-14; Luke 2:40-52.