19 December 2018 St. Athanasius Lutheran Church
Advent 3 Midweek
Vienna, VA
“Gabriel, We Have a
Problem”
Text:
Matthew 1:18-25; Isaiah 43:16-21
(Note: The biblical text does not name Gabriel
as the angel who appeared to Joseph in the dream, but given Gabriel’s role in
the story thus far, it is logical to think that he was the angel who was given
this mission also. And so I have for the purposes of this story . . .)
Gabriel, we have a
problem! No, it wasn’t our Father who said that to me. He
wouldn’t say anything like that. It was one of my brother angels. One who had
been sent to watch over Joseph - the man to whom Mary, the one our Father chose
to be be the mother of the Saviour,
was betrothed. I knew Joseph. He was a good man. A just man.
He would do a good job of being the guardian and step-father of Jesus. So what
could the problem be? Had my former-brother-turned-evil, satan, done something?
Gabriel, he’s going to
divorce her! My heart stopped for a moment when I heard those words, and as I thought of poor Mary. She was such a
faithful young lady. She had taken the news that God had chosen her so well!
But she needed a husband. Being the mother of our Lord would be hard enough,
but without a husband to help her? I couldn’t imagine.
So I did a little
investigating . . . and it was true. When Mary came home from Elizabeth’s and
Joseph saw the baby bump, of course he thought . . . And even when Mary told
him about me, and what had happened that day and what happened when she went to
see Elizabeth . . . well, it’s hard to blame Joseph for thinking the way he
did. And I give Joseph credit for this: he didn’t want to make a scene. He didn’t
want to hurt Mary, even though he was hurt. No trial, no stoning, no shaming,
no publicity. He would keep it quiet. Try to protect Mary as best he could.
They would go their own ways. He didn’t have to do that, but as I said, Joseph
was a good man.
But even so, I couldn’t
help thinking that my now-evil-former-brother had something to do with it. I
knew he’d be after the baby. I knew he’d be after Mary. It hadn’t occured to me that he would try to do it through Joseph.
Even in a way that sounded good and merciful. I looked in on Joseph. He looked
troubled. He hadn’t gone through with it yet - something was holding him back.
He was still considering all this. Maybe how to do it with
the least amount of attention. I could tell this wasn’t easy for him . .
. And I heard him mumble, a question: Why would God do this to me? Well,
because He loves you, silly! But I know you fallen humans don’t think right
anymore. You often question our Father’s ways. You often question His love for
you. Ah, sin has messed you up so badly! If only you knew how much He really
does love you . . . that He’s doing all this because of how much He loves you!
Sending you a Saviour - and His own Son at that!
Just at that moment, our
Father called me in again. I felt bad - not because our Father called me. I am
always overjoyed at that and love hearing Him call my name! But I wanted to
stay and help Joseph. I felt bad for the guy. But I went, of course, to hear
what our Father wanted me to do.
I want you to go to
Joseph, He said. Yes! Why was I surprised? Of course He knew
I wanted to help Joseph. He knows all things. And He had gotten me pretty
involved in this whole event pretty deeply so far, so it made sense that He
would send me again.
I want you to go to
Joseph, He said, but I don’t want you to appear to him as
you did to Zechariah and Mary. I want you to appear to him in a dream. In a dream. OK. Got it. I wasn’t
sure why a dream this time, but I knew not to question our Father. He always
knows what He’s doing and always knows the best way. So if He says in a dream,
in a dream it is!
And I want you to tell
him it’s okay. It’s all okay. That Mary has been
faithful to him. That Mary has been faithful to God. And that God has been
faithful to him. He has not turned His back on you, Joseph. I know this is not
what you expected, how you thought things would be. I know you think this is
not good. But Joseph, it is! It is more good than you
know! Oh, you humans think you know so much, when you really know so little!
Our Father gave me the
exact words to speak, just like He had with Zechariah and Mary. There would be
no questions, no back and forth this time, of course, since I was coming in a
dream. I need only speak the words our Father had given me. He would do the
rest. Just as His Word worked in Mary and did what it said, so I knew it would
also work in Joseph. That it would change him.
So that night I did as
our Father instructed. I went to Joseph and I spoke to him the Word of God: Joseph, son of
David, do not fear to take Mary as your wife, for that which is conceived in
her is from the Holy Spirit. She will bear a son, and you shall call his
name Jesus, for he will save his people from their sins.
I wanted to tell Joseph
so much more! But I know only to speak what I am given to speak. No more and no
less. But oh, how I wanted to tell Joseph how blessed he was, even though he
didn’t feel very blessed. I wanted to remind him of the words of Isaiah the
prophet, when our Father had said through him: Remember not the former
things, nor consider the things
of old. Behold, I am doing a new
thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it?
Yes, a new thing! A
making-new-thing! Because Jesus is going to make all things
new again. New, like the first time you wear a new piece of clothing and
it’s all beautiful and perfect; no wrinkles or stains or frays or fading yet.
Or new like the first time you open a book and the pages are all crisp and
waiting for you to read them. Or new like a new car smell! That’s what our
Father is doing now! That’s what this child Jesus is coming to do. He’s going
to take all your wrinkles and stains and frays and fading, all your sin, and
make you new again. And you, Joseph, are going to be
a part of that.
That’s what I wanted to
tell him, but I knew that our Father’s words were enough. But I hope you know
that our Father is doing that for you, too. Oh, if only you could see what we
see! That when you confess your sins and receive our Father’s forgiveness, that’s
what you look like! Beautiful, perfect, stain-free, new.
That’s why we angels always rejoice in heaven whenever a sinners repents (Luke
15:10). That, and because it makes my turned-evil-former-brother so mad!
Well, sorry for the
digression. But it really isn’t. It’s important that you know all that. That
Christmas isn’t just a story about the birth of a son, but the birth of a Saviour, to make you all sons of God.
Well, again, back to the
story. This visit was shorter than the others, but no less joyful! For I knew that Joseph would be a loving husband and step-father
now. He would love and serve and give and care. He would be the kind of
father that, well, our Father was to him! So I left . . . but not before I saw
Joseph wake up a changed man. His mind was changed.
His heart was changed. His face no longer looked anxious and worried but peaceful
and, well, joyous! And just as I heard him mumble before, questioning our
Father’s love and ways, I heard him again - but this time not
grumbling-mumbling, but quoting Scripture. I guess he loved Isaiah as much as I
do, for he remembered a verse from that prophet, though a different verse than
I remembered. He said to himself: Behold, the virgin shall conceive and bear
a son, and they shall call his name Immanuel
(which
means, God with us). And he smiled. He got it.
The next six months flew
by. Joseph was such a good husband, as I knew he would be. What care he took of
Mary, even when they had to make the trek down to Bethlehem. And then Mary’s
child was born. I wish you could have seen the look in Joseph’s eyes! I don’t
think they could have been filled with more love if it had been his own son. And then I heard him speak to the baby. He
called Him Jesus, and he told Him the whole story, all that had happened. Then
he laid Him in the manger. And he looked like a new man . . . And I knew. He
was.
I have more to tell you, but that’s all the time I have for now. So, in the Name of the Father, and of the (+) Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.