Texts: 1 John 3.1-7; Luke
24.36-48
When,
in Luke’s version of the story, the risen Jesus first appears to his closest
friends and companions, they are not entirely convinced that he is Jesus, the
man they had known and loved. At first
they think he is a ghost, some kind of other-worldly apparition who has come to
harm them. They start to believe only
after Jesus has said, ‘Look, I am not a ghost, I am myself’ and invited them to
touch the wounds in his hands and his feet. A few moments later he eats some
fish in the presence, again to show that he is himself, ‘in the flesh’ as it
were. This story, and the one before it
about the encounter on the road to Emmaus, have always intrigued me. Not because of their apparently miraculous
elements (I have never really struggled with the idea that God can do miracles)
but because they model for us that rather paradoxical process by which Christian
selves become yet more themselves by dying to themselves. So, that is what I should like to talk about
this morning: becoming who you are by letting go of who you are in order to
become a new self that is like the risen Christ.
According
to Luke’s story, Jesus was not always himself.
Which is not to say that he was not recognisable as himself. His name was Jesus, he was a son to his
mother and a brother to his siblings. He
grew up in Nazareth
and learned a trade, which he then used to support his family. Everyone who knew him over a period of years
could have identified him as himself, even if they had not seen him for some
time. Even after his baptism by John in
the Jordan,
even after Jesus left his home town in pursuit of a new and dangerous vocation,
Jesus was recognisably Jesus. And
yet. And yet Jesus had not yet become entirely
himself. Even at the point of his death
on the cross, Jesus was not yet what God had promised he would be. He was not yet the risen one, who could shake
off the power of sin, evil and death. He
was not yet the new kind of human being that the disciples encounter in our
story: a flesh and blood person who could nevertheless appear and disappear as
though he were no longer subject to the powers of time and space. For much of Luke’s story, then, Jesus is not
yet himself in the sense of having become who God had destined him to be.
Crucially,
in the story, Jesus is only able to become truly himself by letting go of a
whole heap of cherished dreams about his future, some originating in his own
imagination, and some in the imagination of others. His mother, being a Jewish mother, probably
hoped that Jesus would become a successful lawyer or rabbi. She, and he, had to let go off that
dream. His friends and companions hoped
that Jesus would become a political leader, a leader who could oust the Romans
and restore the fortunes of Israel. They, and he, had to let go of that
plan. And from the story of the garden of Gethsemane, we can surmise that Jesus
himself would really have preferred to live rather than to die, to retire
quietly to some regional synagogue perhaps, rather than to suffer the wrath of
the Jewish Council. Yet, in the end, he
makes a crucial decision which makes all the difference. ‘Not my will, but yours be done’ he
says. He says that to God, his Father. And by that decision he lets go of his own hopes and dreams in favour of his Father’s hopes and dreams, which
enables God to complete the process of his becoming. By this
death, Jesus becomes the Christ, the one anointed by God to bring a new kind of
life in the world, a life so new that most of us still have trouble coming to
terms with what it all means.
But
that is how it is for all of us, as well. We shall never be truly ourselves until we are
able to let go of ourselves—the usual hopes and dreams planted in us by family,
friends, and media—grasping, instead, the self that God wills and promises for
us, the self that is Christ. The
Christ-self, as the 1st letter of John tells us, is
‘righteous’. Not ‘righteous’ in the
sense of a self-interested hiding away from the rest of the world or a sitting
in judgement upon it. No, the
Christ-self is righteous in the sense that Jesus was ‘righteous’—an engaged
embodiment of the mercy of God, a tough kind of love that is centred on other people and refuses to simply abandon
them to the powers of death, despair or banality. According to John, we shall never be entirely
ourselves until we are like the risen Christ, the new human being, the
revelation of what God intends for humanity in general. ‘When he appears,’ says John’ we shall be
like him’. This is God’s promise, but
like all God’s promises, it is not a promise that can be fulfilled apart from
the choices we make. God created us for
freedom. To become who we are, we must
choose the path that Christ would choose.
Ego eimi autos . . . I am
myself. That is what the risen
Christ said to his disciples. And we
shall only be able to say that ourselves if we are prepared to do what Jesus
did, to take our baptism into his death seriously as a very real dying and a rising. We shall be ourselves when, by faith, we have
allowed Christ to take away the fear of what others may think, and the desire
to conform to all that is conventional or common-sense. We shall be ourselves when we are prepared to
risk both security and sense for the sake of a gospel of outrageous love. We shall be ourselves when we stop believing
that there is nothing we can do to transform this crazy world of economic and scientific
rationalism. We shall be ourselves when
prayer has become a more familiar habit that watching TV or surfing the internet. We shall be ourselves when we are able to
attend to the needs of others (‘needs’, note that, not ‘wants’), even if that
means putting aside what we think we might need for ourselves. We shall be ourselves when we are able to
surrender ourselves to Christ and say ‘not my will, but yours’. Now, I am very aware of not yet being myself.
And you, I know, are aware of it too. But
in faith I believe that Christ will complete the work that he began when I was
baptised. He will do it for you to. If only you will surrender. If only you will let go.
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