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TRINITY LUTHERAN CHURCH - SCOTTSBORO, AL

Mar 13, 2013    5th Wednesday in Lent    Isaiah 60:9


Sermon series by Dr. Reed Lessing

"Perfect Beauty"
 
 

Grace and Peace to you from God our Father and from our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. Amen.

The text for today’s meditation is Isaiah 60:9

For the coastlands shall hope for me, the ships of Tarshish first, to bring your children from afar, their silver and gold with them, for the name of the LORD your God, and for the Holy One of Israel, because he has made you beautiful.

There was a time when he was a young, handsome prince living in his stately castle. But that was before the curse. The enchantress, disguised as an old beggar woman, turned him into an ugly animal and changed all his servants into household items. Their names are now famous; Lumiere, Cogsworth, Mrs. Potts, and my favorite, the little teacup named Chip. What did they call the prince? Simply, "The Beast." Why? Because he was repugnant and repulsive, hideous, homely, and very, very hairy. The Beast was so ashamed he hid in his castle, secluding himself from everyone and everything. But all that changed one day when a sweet young lady named Belle came strolling along into his life. Beauty loves the Beast and the Beast becomes beautiful.

Have you ever felt like the Beast? Rejected, alone, and living in the shadows? Sure you have. So have I. Frequently we run to our castle and hide so no one can see the ugly mess we make of our lives.

Zion knows the feeling all too well. In the book of Isaiah Yahweh names her "Abandoned," "Desolate," and he even calls her a prostitute. But for utter ugliness, Isaiah 59 is surely the most descriptive chapter of Zion’s beastly nature in the book. Words describing her moral decadence appear seventeen times in the first eight verses. The list includes iniquity, sin, defilement, deceit, wickedness, disorder, vanity, turmoil, violence, evil, destruction, devastation, and crooked. The next verses go on to say that justice, salvation, and righteousness are far, far, far away. Isaiah 59:16 then announces that Yahweh is appalled because there is no one to intervene.

That’s pretty ugly, that’s beastly, isn’t it? But it’s hard to find a page in the Bible where the beast doesn’t appear. Cain murders Abel; Saul hunts down David; Amnon rapes Tamar; Joab kills Absalom; Herod slays babies and the other Herod beheads John the Baptist. Even the sweet Psalmist Asaph readily admits in Psalm 73, "I was senseless and ignorant, I was a brute beast before you."

Though we have a million and one ways to deny the reality, a brute beast lives in all of us. We become rude, defiant, angry, and ugly. Losing our temper, we spew forth venomous words, making a mess of everything. Vowing to change, a week later we explode again in a savage frenzy. Think I’m overstating the case? Dare right now to look into your thoughts, ponder the pattern your life has been weaving. It can get ugly, can’t it? Really, really ugly, rather beastly.

Turning the page from Isaiah 59 and into chapter 60 the prophet announces to Zion, "Arise, shine, for your light has come!" The word "light" appears seven times in the chapter, meaning what? Meaning that perfect light brings perfect beauty! Isaiah 60 overflows with soaring, lyrical, beautiful language. We read about Ephah, Kedar, Midian, Nebaioth, Sheba, and Tarshish, all arriving in Zion, intent on making her gorgeous and graceful, glorious and stunningly grand. These Gentiles bring "the abundance of the sea," "the wealth of the nations," "the abundance of camels," and "the milk of the nations"; "gold, ""silver," "bronze," "iron," "juniper," "maple," "cypress," and "frankincense." They bring "young camels of Midian and Ephah," "the flocks of Kedar," and "the rams of Nebaioth."

Our text summarizes this total makeover, "For the Holy One of Israel makes you beautiful." In chapters 61-62 Yahweh also gives Zion beauty instead of ashes and calls the city his crown of beauty. Beauty loves the Beast and the Beast becomes beautiful. God’s good and perfect gift is that amazing and perfect beauty!

But the beast reared his ugly head again and this time his goal was singular; take the most perfectly beautiful person on the planet and make him absolutely repugnant and totally repulsive. Isaiah weighs in on this one, too. "There were many who were appalled at him; his appearance was disfigured beyond that of man and his form marred beyond the sons of man." It got ugly, didn’t it? Really, really ugly. The legionnaire’s whip consisted of leather strips with lead balls on each end and was meant to beat his back beyond recognition. The crown of thorns was intended to leave deep gashes on his head and cake his hair with blood. The fists were meant to deform his face and the nails were intended to disfigure his entire body as he twisted and turned, writhing in pain. Rome famously called it moris turpissima crucis, "the utterly vile death of the cross."

Golgotha was filled with rotting flesh and the stench of death. Corpses hung there for days, sometimes weeks, often consumed by birds and animals. This was where our savage human nature triumphed over the stunning beauty of the Father’s only begotten Son. The bloody mess shatters all analogies, all metaphors, and all parallels. Words collapse before the sheer atrocity of it all. Melito of Sardis famously writes, "He who hung the earth in its place hangs there; he who fixed the heavens is fixed there; he who made all things fast is made fast upon a tree. The Master has been insulted, God has been murdered."

But … but … but … Mary exclaims, "I have seen the Lord." The Emmaus disciples gasp, "Were not our hearts burning while he spoke among us?" Peter announces, "We were eyewitnesses of his majesty." Climactically Thomas cries out, "My Lord and my God." His ugly deformed beastly body has once again become perfectly beautiful.

When I was a recruiter in the Army, I had to meet with my supervisor every Monday morning to discuss my progress toward my monthly goal and my plan to reach that goal for this week. These meeting never went well. Each week she would threaten me with ending my career in the Army if I didn’t produce more. I was a beginner recruiter. She never offered any help just threats. She made me so angry. You know how important my family is to me. I’d been a leader in the army longer than she had been in the Army. It frustrated me to no end to see such a terrible style of leadership and worse yet to be the recipient of it. I never treated my soldiers with such disrespect.

Weekly, the beast reared his ugly head. I sat in her meetings hardly able to get a word in edgewise, consumed with vengeance and hatred.

Why did I get so upset? Why was I so eager to have this rude supervisor thrown into the pit of hell? Truth be told, this is just one of a ten billion times I’ve reacted to life by behaving like a beast.

In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, we lash out to maim and maul people with our deadly thoughts and explosive words. When we come to our senses the temptation is to run to our castle and hide, obsess with how ugly we are, and get lost in endless shame and disgrace.

But don’t do that! Please, please, please. Don’t do that! Beauty loves the Beast and the Beast becomes perfectly beautiful. Don’t believe me? Then just ask Zion!

Amen.

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