Summary: A sermon of encouragement preached in a small rural parish.
You’ve probably heard the saying, “It’s hard to soar like and eagle when you’re surrounded by turkeys”. It’s a phrase sometimes thrown around when people want to justify why they have not been able to reach their full potential – not been able to soar like an eagle. The easy answer is that others around me, the turkeys, who prevented me from achieving my best. The contrast between an eagle and a turkey is huge: an eagle - graceful, powerful and majestic; and a turkey – a heavy, awkward and usually flightless bird. It’s often easy to use the so called turkeys in our lives to excuse our own under-performance … the people who let us down or make our lives more difficult than they need to be … or to blame the circumstances that have hindered me from achieving what I know I am capable of achieving.
Have I not known? Have I not heard? Have I not been told before? That God is greater than my circumstances; that God is able to strengthen my weaknesses, able to do incredible things in and through me despite my failings, despite my circumstances. I have no excuse – the simple answer is yes. I have known, I have heard, I have been told – but God knows and understands that sometimes I forget … and Israel forgot as well!
Israel had forgotten. They had forgotten who their God is. Like me - and I suspect like you as well – sometimes the circumstances of our life and the events of the world happening around us, conspire together to help us to forget. We get lost in the struggle or sometimes carried away in our sense of success and slowly but surely we begin to forget just who our God is.
Israel had been taken into captivity. First the Northern Kingdom had fallen to the Assyrians, and then a while later the Assyrians were defeated by the Babylonians and it was the Southern Kingdom’s time to be conquered. Forty, fifty, sixty years and more – children and grandchildren were being born as captives of a foreign nation. Generation after generation born under the influence of foreign gods, and slowly but surely many of the people forgot. They forgot who their God was.
They too, were without excuse. They had heard it all before, at least the older ones had. There were still those alive who had worshipped in the temple in Jerusalem. There were still those who knew the scriptures, still those who could teach the coming generations, who could still tell the stories of God goodness and faithfulness to the people of old. But slowly and surely they forgot. Life as an exile had its struggles but it was by no means unbearable. Life went on - people worked and made a life for themselves; people got married and had children; others died and were buried – the natural rhythms of life continued on. But there were new gods now, and new worship. The people inter-married and cultures became combined and the people of Israel forgot.
But God had not forgotten them; the voice of God rang out again through the prophet Isaiah. It was a wake-up call for the nation. It was an invitation to lift up their eyes and remember what kind of God they had. Their God was not impressed by the might conquering nations – because their God is the one who stretched out the heavens. Their God is the one who watches the rise and fall of kings and nations as though he were watching a plant grow and then whither. Their God is the one who says: “To whom will you compare me - who is my equal?” There were no other gods who could hope to compare with Israel’s God. The people had been tricked into forgetting, tricked into worshipping gods made by human hands, tricked into worshipping pieces of stone and wood.