A man kneels, trembling,
tears streaking his cheeks, on the dirty and fragmented stone tiles
at the edges of the forum. All around him is silence. Other than
torches in the hands of public slaves who stand watch nearby, the
world is empty to his eyes – a black abyss. Quivering, he clenches
his sword in white-knuckled fists. The fire of the torches glints
and gleams off the sharpened tip as it hovers inches from his
thundering heart. Would you take a moment to picture the scene?
Would you indulge me just a minute or two and imagine with me what's
going through this man's mind?
His grandfather, perhaps,
was a veteran, who served in one of the legions. As a reward for his
service, he was given land here, one of the earlier waves of thusly
rewarded military settlers. But the grandson had squandered that all
away. Still, he'd gotten married. His father-in-law, too, perhaps,
was a veteran. But the son-in-law, the man in the dirt with the
sword, wasn't. He'd never been found fit – he could never be good
enough, never be man enough. So for years now, he'd pushed himself,
asserted himself, overcompensated.
He had become a brutal
man. Brutal enough to get into the corrections business. Brutal
enough to be good at it, to make his living off torture and
confinement and extortion. He made good money off of it all – not
like his lost patrimony, but enough to support his family.
Financially, at least. He knew he wasn't much for supporting his
family emotionally. Brutality is a hard thing to leave on the
doorstep. He carried the weight of his work home with him. He knew
how often he treated his wife and kids like the hardened criminals he
was assigned to guard, like that pair of bleeding charlatans
committed the prior morn. He hated seeing his wife flinch whenever
he drew close. But in everything, he hardened himself to what he
felt had to be done.
At some level, he knew he
was no good man. He tried to make a virtue out of his vices,
justifying himself to his tattered conscience. But he was lost in
life. The daily grind was a storm to erode even the roughest rock.
The fictions of law were often all that separated him from the
criminals he guarded; what he saw when he glimpsed his reflection in
pools and what he saw when he looked at his prisoners – it all
blended together. He had no peace in the day, no peace in the night,
and labored to convince himself peace was overrated. Now a lifetime
of bad choices had caught up with him. He'd been awakened, called
back to the job site from a nightmare-troubled slumber. There'd been
a disaster. A well-timed tremor had left the roof on the prison, but
knocked out every security feature. All on the inside was silent,
vacant. He'd surely be found negligent for letting every prisoner
get loose. For even one, he could be killed. With a trial, he'd be
evicted from his housing, have all assets confiscated, and then die
in disgrace. His wife and children would starve in the streets after
he was gone.
What could the earthquake
be but the wrath of some god? Some obscure deity was vengeful and
out for his ruin – and fearsomely efficient. Perhaps the god
announced by the most recent arrivals, maybe not charlatans after
all, but everything the pint-sized pythoness said, and more. That
strange god would now take everything from him, displaying him in
public as the failure he always knew he was. That god would cast him
into a darker prison than he'd ever overseen. He couldn't bear the
shame, couldn't stomach the consequences. But what was left for him
to do? Where could he turn for rescue from piercing justice,
punishing bosses, and wrathful gods? Where could he run to? What
option was left? Everything was too little, too late. He couldn't
'ascend,' couldn't rise out of his situation, couldn't run off and
find some last-ditch turnaround. There was only one dignified way he
could see now. If not to 'ascend,' then to 'descend' – to the
grave, with his sword, and at least spare himself the public
humiliation and his family the consequences (Acts 16:27).
Few of us have been in
his exact situation. But haven't we, at some time or other, had to
admit we were out of ideas and at the end of our rope? That's where
all the human condition is lived – at the end of our rope. The
only difference is that, every now and then, some disaster piles on,
or some awareness clicks in our heads, and makes us admit it for a
change. But we come to realize that we're in trouble, that some
prison and some wrath are at the door, that we stand at the end of a
string of bad choices, that we're on the wrong side of something big,
that some radical decision or solution is required.
But where do we go? What
do we do? In truth, these days, it's an almost endless buffet of
options. People will turn anywhere. A lot of people try the route
of descent – going 'down' to look for answers. Maybe we descend
into ourselves, turning to deep introspection, to psychological
tinkering, to a meditative inner journey to try to ferret out an
explanation for why we are who we are. Maybe we pursue the route of
materialistic resignation or nihilistic bacchanal – we look for
answers, or at least comforting pleasures, in the everyday things of
this life and close our minds to any awareness that anything's wrong;
we anesthetize ourselves to the wrath to come. Or we try to
anesthetize ourselves more literally with drink and drugs, to cloud
our minds from the painful reality we're in. Or we try to manage our
lives through earthy commonsense wisdom, just like grandpappy used to
tell. The avenue of descent. But “who will descend into the
abyss” to fetch an answer
there (Romans 10:7)?
And
then some try the route of ascent – going 'up' or 'around' to look
for answers. Maybe we ascend a literal mountain, searching out some
great guru whose proverbs can crack open the puzzle that puzzles us.
Maybe we go on a spiritual trek, relocate, shake up our lives in
hopes that enough disturbance will help things settle into a stable
place somehow. Maybe we come up with some pattern, some program,
some political agitation that has the offer of a 'heaven on earth'
that we can bring down right here: If only we do this, everything
will work out fine, we say. Or we invent a self-help program to
raise ourselves up by our own bootstraps all the way to heaven's
height. But “who will ascend into heaven”
to fetch an answer from up there (Romans 10:6)? All these schemes of
descent or ascent – in our rare honest hours, doesn't history
showcase them all as empty efforts?
As
that man knelt long ago, sword in hand, ready to 'descend' to the
grave as a last-ditch attempt to escape his problem in a way that's
clearly no solution at all – in the moment of distress, as his
fingers twitched sweatily on the hilt in the witching hour, he heard
a voice from inside the prison he thought vacant, assuring him that
there was another way. He doesn't have to ascend to come up with a
solution from somewhere 'out there.' He doesn't have to descend to
fetch a solution from death. 'Ascending' and 'descending' – those
were Israel's questions of old, which they muttered in their deepest
selves, in thinking they earned the promised land through their own
great triumphs (Deuteronomy 9:4; 30:12-13). No, the real answer,
this voice says, is in fact “near you, in your mouth and
in your heart” (Romans 10:8;
cf. Deuteronomy 30:14). Already near. Already open. Already wide.
And so the man with the sword dropped it. Let it clang in the dead
of night. Ran in and fell down to beg with a burning thirst to know
– just as we should – “What must I do to be saved?”
– What way is this that's so near, so accessible, so available to
even me, even here, even now (Acts 16:30)?
It
starts with the heart. Your heart is the center of your self –
everything that makes you you. We think today of the heart as where
the emotions are, where you feel. Not so much back then when these
words were written. It had some of that, but mainly the heart was
where you did your deciding, where you committed to what kind of
person you would be, where you managed the attachments that define
your life. It can soften or harden, turn this way or that, be
guarded or forsaken; everything that matters is what comes out of the
heart (cf. Mark 7:20-21). Your heart is where you're attached to
what matters most to you, and where you decide accordingly; and the
rest of your life, so far as it depends on you, is downstream of your
heart.
And
so the answer we're given is that the first step involves “believing
with your heart.” It's just
the verb form of having faith. And another way of saying 'faith' is
'trust,' and still another way of saying 'faith' is 'loyalty.' It's
about a whole-life disposition – a reliance on and attachment to
someone or something, the sort where we anchor the center of our self
in it. This is deciding the direction your heart will gush in, the
channels its outflow will flow through; and more than that, it gets
to what the wellspring is pumping up at the source. To believe in
something with your heart begins with deciding that it's the most
important thing, your core attachment; it means trusting in it,
relying on it, being glued to it at the very control center of you.
So
what are we supposed to believe in with our hearts? One word says it
above all, here: “Jesus.”
Believe in Jesus. Have faith in Jesus. Trust in Jesus, rely on
Jesus. Be attached to Jesus, united to Jesus, loyal to Jesus.
“Believe in God; believe also in me,”
he says (John 14:1). To believe in him changes the heart's output,
and he himself said it: “Whoever believes in me, as the
Scripture has said, 'Out of his heart will flow rivers of living
water'” (John 7:38).
So
what should we believe about
Jesus, if we're to believe in
him? Well, the key thing is this: “believe
in your heart that God raised him from the dead”
(Romans 10:9b). Of course, that implies that he was dead. It
implies the message of the cross. It implies the story we know: that
Jesus was charged, convicted, put to death like a common criminal;
that he bore shame and disgrace, that he endured pain and agony, that
he suffered and gasped and ultimately his synapses stopped firing,
his muscle fibers stopped twitching, his blood drained away through
the puncture in his side. And he claimed to do it to carry the
weight of all our failure and strain and evil away from us. But then
that wasn't the final chapter.
To
believe “that
God raised him from the dead”
is a whole new episode. It implies that after his execution at the
hands of the authorized powers of the land, God singled him out as
somebody worth keeping. A whole host of teachers, philosophers,
prophets, you name it, had come on the earth and gone under the earth
– like Shakespeare said, “All the world's a stage, / and all the
men and women merely players; / they have their exits and their
entrances.” But God refused to budge the spotlight, refused to
have Jesus surrender the stage without an encore eternal. He lifted
him up, raised him back on, restored him to life. Which implies that
God's identity is now fully fleshed-out: he is the 'Jesus-Raiser.'
To know who the real God is, to pick him out of a lineup, that's all
you need. 'Jesus-Raiser' is a unique and sufficient description,
it's all you need to look for on God's ID. God is the sort of God
whose defining act is resurrection and who thinks Jesus deserves the
spotlight.
So
to “believe in
your heart that God raised him from the dead,”
here, means that the center of your self can't be anchored in what
you do, what you like, where you come from, where you're going –
that's not what anchors, what holds, what glues to your heart. It
means that the center of who you are will be anchored in the Jesus
who gives God definition as the God of Resurrection, a God to whom
crosses are no disqualifier but a qualification.
So
what then? What after you believe in your heart? The next organ
you'll need is your mouth – your organ of expression, of speech –
literally the mouth for most of us, but whatever does the function
the mouth signifies, be it hands making signs or fingers clenching
pen or hitting keys, or indeed the mouth forming syllables to string
together. And what does the mouth have to do? “Confess
with your mouth.”
It means to align yourself with, to endorse, to declare publicly, to
commit yourself publicly, to announce in a binding way.
A
lot comes out of our mouths, don't we know it. What are they for,
though? What should they be confessing? What should we announce in
public, what should we commit ourselves to? Once again: “Jesus.”
What about Jesus? We're told elsewhere that “whoever
confesses that Jesus is the Son of God, God abides in him, and he in
God”
(1 John 4:15). Here, we're given the same truth in other words:
“Confess with
your mouth that Jesus is Lord”
(Romans 10:9a). But what are we really saying when that confession
comes out of our mouth?
A
'lord' has authority to command. A 'lord' has authority to lead, to
guide and direct. A 'lord' cannot be traded or amended. A servant
can't just swap lords – it doesn't work like that. A servant has
no right to just walk away from one lord's service, scot-free, and go
to another one. A servant is bound to his or her lord – bound,
committed, owned. Nor can a servant ignore with impunity the
directions that his or her lord gives, or the way his or her lord
wants things done. That's what it means to have a lord: the lord
runs the show.
In
Roman society, within an extended household of a man and his wife and
his children and their servants and their hired help and their
animals, it wasn't uncommon for the paterfamilias,
the man of the house, to be spoken of as the family's 'lord.'
Legally, if not always in practice, he had absolute power there, even
over life and death. The family lord runs the house, takes charge,
determines the direction of the family business, decides the overall
commitments that the household is to have, and enforces their
cooperation in the goals he's chosen. And to confess that Jesus is
Lord is to yield that role to Jesus – to admit him as the real
faultline of all business and all family – to see Jesus as the one
who runs our house and determines its direction; Jesus as the one
deciding our commitments, both as the overall household of God and as
our households at home; to admit that Jesus will enforce our
families' cooperation with his goals; to see that our family life,
our business life, is centered on him and subject to his
jurisdiction.
But
in Roman society, there was another big use for the word 'lord.' And
it was royal, it was imperial. “Caesar is Lord” was the imperial
slogan. The emperor Caligula insisted on being called dominus,
'Lord,' even by Romans, and he tortured and whipped nobles and made
senators kiss his feet and ordered even free Romans to act as his
slaves. And while most emperors didn't go so far, many were called
'Lord' in common speech; one inscription calls Nero “the Lord of
all the world.” The emperor, standing at the political and
societal head of the empire, played a role for the empire not unlike
a man in his own household. A 'Lord' like the emperor was the
defining political figure, and the key member of society. To Roman
eyes, society and politics had their center in the emperor, the
'lord,' the first citizen. And to that, we say, in confessing that
Jesus is Lord, that Jesus – not Trump, not Clinton, not the donkey
or the elephant, not Putin or Kim or Assad or any world leader, not
any judge or any senator or any president or potentate – no, Jesus
is the real faultline of all politics and all society. Any political
discussion that doesn't turn around Jesus, is provincial and
irrelevant. Any society not organized around this Lord Jesus must be
converted or be consigned to history's wastebin. Any agenda, any
nationhood, any activism is judged in light of the Lord Jesus and his
methods and his ideals and his Spirit – and all else falls. To
confess Jesus is Lord is to put all our political opinions at his
feet, to put all of society at his feet, to turn our ballots over to
him, to see him as the President and Governor and Judge to whom we
must answer above all.
And
then, in Roman society, there was still another big use for words
like 'lord.' And it was divine. Religious celebrants in the Greek
and Roman world could call Zeus “the lord of all” (Pindar,
Isthmian Odes
5.53). For one of their gods to be 'lord' meant a mastery and
ownership of their whole cosmic domain; it was a claim to be
deserving of the devotion and sacrifices of the people. To call a
divine figure a 'lord' is to claim them as the proper object of
devotion, whom it would be wrong not to worship, give sacrifice,
render loyalty and trust for blessings in this world and beyond.
Paul dismisses the pantheon of the Greeks and Romans as merely
“so-called 'gods' and so-called 'lords'” (cf. 1 Corinthians 8:5),
but he insists on announcing that “Jesus
is Lord.”
In confessing that, we say that Jesus is the real faultline of all
religion and all culture. The worth of any religious idea, any
religious act, any religious practice, any religious tradition, is
how Jesus sees it and how it submits to him. Any religious opinion
that doesn't mesh with the Lordship of Jesus is mere profanity. To
confess that Jesus is Lord is to put all our religious opinions at
his feet, to see all religion and all culture in light of him, to
dethrone all celebrities and the other gods of this age in his
presence, to render him devoted worship.
And
more than that, 'Lord' was the word Greek-speaking Jews used to gloss
God's name in the Old Testament. Where Moses and Isaiah and Joel and
all the rest had written the mysterious consonants of Yahweh,
Hellenized scribes wrote Kurios,
'LORD'
– we see it in all-caps in our Old Testament texts. And in
context, that's exactly what Paul is applying to Jesus. He ain't
just 'Lord' in little letters; he deserves the all-caps treatment.
He is the LORD
God we meet from Genesis on – not divorced from the Father, but one
LORD
God with him. To really confess that Jesus is LORD
is to reject every theology that carves the Old Testament away or
demotes Jesus too low. He is the God of creation, the God who
thundered from the mount, the God Isaiah saw encircled by six-winged
angels, the God Ezekiel glimpsed on the blazing chariot. That's what
we admit when we confess with our mouths that Jesus is Lord: he's the
unmasked face of God's eternal self. And to say all this about a man
with crucifixion scars, to say that an executed death-row inmate is
not only alive again but is the Lord in all these ways, is to say
that the world works nothing like we ever thought it did before.
When
did an early believer first start calling on Jesus as Lord,
confessing him as Lord in all these ways? In the early church, this
was the confession people made at their baptism, and that's what Paul
has an eye on here. To be baptized was how believers received the
touch and presence of Jesus into their lives – how they were united
with him in a death like his, down in the abyss, so that they could
rise into a life like his, reserved in the heavens for us, all
through a word already near (cf. Romans 6:4). Baptism was no private
affair, in the main; it was how believers publicly
became part of Jesus' body, publicly
became part of his fellowship – by publicly
confessing Jesus as Lord and joining him through the water. Baptism
is, we're told, a wet and embodied prayer, “an
appeal to God for a good conscience, through the resurrection of
Jesus Christ”
(1 Peter 3:21). In baptism is where we who believe get to “call
on the name of the Lord”
for the new life we could never get on our own.
And
Paul writes that “everyone
who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved”
(Romans 10:13). He says that “if
you confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord and believe in your
heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved; for with
the heart, one believes and is justified, and with the mouth, one
confesses and is saved”
(Romans 10:9-10). And accordingly, when the man who dropped the
sword – the Philippian jailer – heard the voice of Paul and Silas
from inside the inner cell of his prison, and when he asked them what
he had to do to find the way of salvation they said was near,
together they answered, “Believe
in the Lord Jesus, and you will be saved, you and your household”
(Acts 16:31) – and so he believed and, to confess, “was
baptized at once, he and all his family”
(Acts 16:33).
He
surely wondered if it could be that simple – if it could be for the
likes of a hardened warden like him, for a foreigner like him, for a
pagan and an abuser and torturer and killer like him. But Paul says
that “everyone
who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved”
(Romans 10:13). He says that “everyone
who believes in him will not be put to shame”
(Romans 10:11). He says that “there
is no distinction between Jew and Greek, for the same one is the Lord
of all, bestowing his riches on all
who call on him”
(Romans 10:12). For “God
is one, who will justify the circumcised by faith and the
uncircumcised through faith”
(Romans 3:30). There is here a “righteousness
of God through faith in Jesus Christ for all
who believe; for there is no distinction: for all have sinned and
fall short of the glory of God, and are justified by his grace as a
gift, through the redemption that is in Christ Jesus, whom God put
forward as a propitiation by his blood, to be received by faith”
(Romans 3:22-25). Equal terms – to Gandhi and to Dahmer, to Mr.
Manson and Mr. Rogers, to Clinton and to Trump, to me and to you, the
same terms are open and equidistant, take them or not. This faithful
word, this message, this salvation, is “near
you, in your mouth and in your heart”
(Romans 10:8).
Believing,
confessing, calling on his name – you can do that as a Jew, and you
can do that as a Greek; you can do that on a mountain high, or you
can do that in a valley low. The only cure for wrath, the only cure
for disgrace, the only cure for missing out and falling short, the
only avenue to rescue, is to trust in the Risen One and confess this
same Jesus as Lord and to call on him – wherever you are in the
world, wherever you are in life, wherever or whoever you've been.
And he makes all the saving difference for all what ails you.
If
you're here this morning, and you've heard this word, and you realize
you haven't believed in your heart that God raised Jesus from the
dead, or you haven't confessed with your mouth that Jesus is Lord, or
you haven't offered up that baptismal prayer and so called on the
name of this Lord – if you realize you're still missing out –
then let's talk it through and get things straightened out. Don't
leave, don't balk, don't hesitate. There's rescue for you. And if
you're here this morning, and you've heard this word, and you've
believed and confessed and called, but you're coming to see what that
means in a new light now, then I'd invite you to really explore that
– to find out how to believe in the resurrection more fully, how to
confess Jesus as Lord more fully, how to call on his name with
greater gusto. Be made righteous, and live righteous; be saved, and
live saved. “Now
is the acceptable time; now is the day of salvation”
(2 Corinthians 6:2). Thanks be to the God of Salvation, the
Jesus-Raiser, with his Son and his Spirit – one God, one Lord,
world without end. Amen.