Copyright © 2002 by Stephen S. Bilynskyj
Thomas Jefferson said, “The government which governs least, governs best.” It’s been a cherished principle of American politics. We worry when our political leaders take too much authority upon themselves, even for the best of reasons. A politician can usually win applause for promising less government rather than more.
So take note of the prophecy made about the Messiah in verse 7. “Of the increase of his government… there will be no end.” Why to we who love freedom should this be good news? What good could possibly come of unending, ever-increasing government?
The
prospect of war changes one’s perspective on government. In the face of
terrorism, we have allowed an increase of the powers of that be in our own
country. As Isaiah spoke this prophecy,
So
Yet human leaders are always imperfect. In the past week we’ve watched the sad saga of Trent Lott’s fall from power because of racist remarks. As much as we want and need good leaders, they are terribly difficult to find. When their imperfections come to light it’s a terrible disappointment. Perfect government seems like a dream.
That is why the rest of Isaiah’s prophecy became even then a cherished promise of something totally different, a new kind of leader. A child would be born to shoulder the government. He would be “Wonderful Counselor” and “Mighty God.” In other words, He would combine the wisdom of Solomon with the strength of David. He would be “Everlasting Father” and “Prince of Peace,” offering the impossible dream of an endless reign of peace on earth.
We are here tonight in the faith that child has been born. Seven hundred years after Isaiah wrote these words, shepherds heard the message that the dream had come true. A child had been born, and He was the Messiah hoped for. He was Christ the Lord.
In
coming into the world as He did, that baby demonstrated Thomas Jefferson was
not all wrong. The perfect government God had planned had a “least” quality to
it. The Messiah, the Christ did not come in the trappings of power, but in the
most humble circumstances. As
Maker of the sun,
He is made under the sun.
Disposer of all ages
in the bosom of the Father,
He consecrates this day
in the womb of His mother.
In Him He remains,
from her He goes forth.
Creator of heaven and earth,
He was made on earth under heaven.
Unspeakably wise,
He is wisely speechless;
Filling the world,
He lies in a manger;
Ruler of the stars,
He nurses at His mother’s breast.
He is both great in the nature of God
and small in the form of a servant.
We worship God’s Son tonight as our humble governor, as our serving king. He governs best by becoming least in all the world. He rules over us by giving up His life for us. As I said Sunday, Jesus Christ was born homeless so that we could have a home in Him.
The
best earthly governors have been those who followed the lead of Christ by
serving more than they wielded power. My family reminded me yesterday of “Good
King Wenceslas.” We know him from the 130 year old Christmas carol written by
John Mason Neale.[1] Wenceslas was actually the duke of
Wenceslas cared deeply for the people he ruled. He went out often, not just once as the song might suggest, to bring food and aid to the poor people of his country. He went at night so as not to embarrass them by the charity he offered.
After
only five years of gentle rule, the good king became a martyr, murdered by his
unbelieving brother. The Czech people have made Wenceslas their national saint,
beloved for his goodness and generosity. A huge statue of him stands at the
center of the city of
Good King Wenceslas is a fitting image of the Lord he served. The song tells how he went out into a bitter cold night to bring food and firewood to a poor man. In the same way Christ our Lord came down from heaven on a dark winter night to bring salvation to us all. Jesus came to find us in our spiritual poverty, bringing the bread of life and the warmth of His grace and love to all who believe in Him.
So tonight as we celebrate His birth, I invite you to trust in the governing of Christ. As Isaiah prophesied, and as we will sing in a little bit, His peace will someday rule this whole earth. Jesus will come again and set up a perfect government which will have no end. Especially this year, with war looming on our horizon, that is a great promise.
In
the meantime, Jesus Christ would like to govern your life. The world may not be
at peace, but you can know peace in Him. He is not yet Prince of every nation,
but He is now already the Prince of Peace for everyone who believes. What
Isaiah and the angels said to
I
heard on the news this morning that President Bush yesterday pardoned seven men
convicted of mostly minor crimes. One of them was a postal employee who spent a
year in jail in 1971 for stealing $10.90 worth of mail. Another was a
The
Christmas gift brought to you by the government of the baby in the manger is an
unbelievably greater pardon. In the
The perfect government of Christ means one more thing in your life. As He begins to rule in us, He asks us to follow in His steps. As that page followed Good King Wenceslas through the snow, you and I are called to struggle along behind Jesus, living the kind of humble servant life He lived. And when you do, you will also find like the page did, that Christ will give you warmth and strength for every step. His love will melt the cold from your heart and you will find yourself already within His everlasting kingdom of peace.
Amen.
Eugene/Springfield,
Copyright © 2002 by Stephen S. Bilynskyj
[1] GOOD KING WENCESLAS
Good King Wenceslas looked out,
On the Feast of Stephen,
When the snow lay round about,
Deep and crisp and even;
Brightly shone the moon that night,
Tho’ the frost was cruel,
When a poor man came in sight,
Gath’ring winter fuel.
“Hither, page, and stand by me,
If thou know’st it, telling,
Yonder peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?”
”Sire, he lives a good league hence,
Underneath the mountain;
Right against the forest fence,
By Saint Agnes’ fountain.”
“Bring me flesh, and bring me wine,
Bring me pine logs hither:
Thou and I will see him dine,
When we bear them thither.”
Page and monarch, forth they went,
Thro’ the rude wind’s wild lament
And the bitter weather.
“Sire, the night is darker now,
And the wind blows stronger;
Fails my heart, I know not how,
I can go no longer.”
“Mark my footsteps, good my page;
Tread thou in them boldly:
Thou shalt find the winter’s rage
Freeze thy blood less coldly.”
In his master’s steps he trod,
Where the snow lay dinted;
Heat was in the very sod
Which the saint had printed.
Therefore, Christian men, be sure,
Wealth or rank possessing,
Ye who now will bless the poor,
Shall yourselves find blessing.