Preaching text: Matthew 16:13-20
“Who do you say that I am?”
I spend a lot of time in these sermons on the topic of questions. You have heard me say on numerous occasions I consider the question “What now?” to be the most important question we Christians must ask ourselves. We are saved. We are the chosen. We are called by God. What now? What do we do with this grace that we’ve been given? How do we live our lives in the midst of this truth and faith that we have? I spend a lot of time and energy guiding you, as best I feel I can, to answer that question.
But today, we confronted with a different question. And in some ways, it is even more elementary, even more fundamental, than “What now?” It is the question Jesus asks of his disciples when they visit Caesarea Philippi. “Who do you say that I am?”
You see, “What now?” in all its various forms and manifestations comes out of our answer to “Who do you say that I am?” One follows from the other. How we see Jesus defines how we try to follow him. And if “What now?” is the most important question we Christians ask of ourselves, then “who do you say that I am?” is probably the most important question Jesus asks of us.
And in these troubled and chaotic times, we may be due for a trip back to the basics. Back to Christianity 101. Back to the elementary level. Back to the question of Jesus’ identity and what that means for us.
Because, while one would think that every Christian everywhere would have the same answer to Jesus’ question, that we’d all answer like Peter did, it is increasingly clear that is not true. That across the Church, there are many who would answer Jesus’ question very differently that Peter or ourselves.
Every Sunday, even now as we speak, Joel Osteen and the other Prosperity preachers are telling their flocks that to follow Jesus with devotion and commitment is a sure-fire way to health, success, wealth, and popularity. When Money is God, Jesus is the path to riches. That’s who they say he is.
His response to Hurricane Harvey (or lack thereof) is proof of his true character.
When Money is God, the uber-wealthy are the Saints. And how much is our supposedly Christian society structured on that belief? What’s the old joke? “If you want to steal $1000, rob a bank. If you want to steal $1,000,000, start a bank.” That’s probably a little unfair to honest folks working in the banking industry, many of whom I've had in my pews at my congregations. Perhaps the original quote on which the joke is based is better. From the Chinese philosopher Zhuangzi, “The petty thief is imprisoned but the big thief becomes a lord.”
When Money is God, that’s how the world works. Is that who Jesus is? Is that what this is all about? Did he come to tell us of the Cosmic Santa Claus, that if we only pray hard enough and believe devoutly enough, our lives would be showered with worldly blessings and we would be as gods and kings here on Earth?
Also, in some churches right now, there are preachers who are declaring that Jesus only came to save people like them. Only people who believe precisely the same theology as they do. Only people who worship the same way they do. Only people who avoid the same sins that they do. Only those who have the same political leanings as they do. And, in its most extreme form, only people with the same skin color as them. When self-righteousness and self-superiority is God, Jesus is the fiery judge who will damn and destroy all those outside the fold. That’s who they say he is.
Unpleasant truth: Every person in this picture considers themselves "Christian."
When self-superiority is God, the saints are the haters. Those who appoint themselves judge, jury, and executioner over their fellow human beings. The Inquisitor or whatever form he takes in these times is the paragon of faith. And how much is our supposedly Christian society structured on this belief? With politicians trying to declare illegal those love in less popular ways and those who are determined to imprison people of color for crimes white folks get a slap on the wrist at most. When every Black kid is a thug and every white kid an angel.
Who do you say that I am?
Peter says, “You are the Anointed One, the son of the living God.” “Blessed are you,” replied Jesus, “Simon, son of John, for flesh and blood has not revealed this to you, but my Father in heaven. I tell you, you are Peter and on this rock I will build my Church.” And what rock is that? It is the rock of recognizing Christ’s true identity. He is the son of God. He is the one who has come into the world to save it.
He is bigger than money. He is greater than our delusions of superiority. He is better than our hate and our greed. Our selfish gods that glorify our baser desires are too small and petty to be who Jesus is. He is far greater than we can imagine.
Because only he can transcend those base designs of the human heart, what we call sin. And because he can do that, he is the only worthy to go to the cross and die for the sake of humanity. For the sake of us selfish unworthy humans. And he does this willingly, perhaps even eagerly. Why? Because, for all our faults, Jesus loves us beyond reckoning.
That’s a better god than money. That’s a better god than my own selfish prejudices. That’s a god who died for me because he loves me that much. What’s money ever done for me? There’s never enough of it when I need it. There’s always more than enough Jesus when I need him. What’s arrogance and hate ever done for me? All it’s ever done is turn off the people I love, chase them off, sent them away. Jesus will never leave me.
And what’s true for me is true for all of us. The son of the living God loves each and every one of you beyond compare. He died for you. He rose again for you. He gives you life eternal out of his immense and immeasurable love. That’s who I say he is. And you? Amen.
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