The warm December sun overhead was
fittingly bright – fitting even for a day the man wouldn't live to
see the end of. His heart thundered warmly in his chest, burning hot
like a fragment of the sun to which it would soon be offered up in
return. As he stood so near the height of the pyramid, he heard the
conch shell blow, and saw a vision of his near future tumble
unceremoniously down the steps. But no sense fighting it. If, after
all, as he believed, the gods had shed their blood to restore life to
the world under the fifth sun, the least men could do – the least
he could do – was shed his blood to repay their debt and keep the
sun and world in motion.
Not that he had much
choice. Through a long train of tragedies, a month ago he'd found
himself up for sale in a slave market at Azcapotzalco. The bidder –
the buyer – was a merchant from Tenochtitlan in the east, eager to
contribute to the upcoming Panquetzalitzli celebration. Nine days
ago, the slave – like others bought with the same intent in mind –
had been drenched in sacred water, stripped and clothed in paper
vestments, coated in stripes of blue and yellow body paint. Forced
to dance the serpent dance with his captors, and sing along with the
song to Huitzilopochtli, god of war, the Dart-Hurler, in whose
likeness the slaves had been dressed and painted.
He recalled, as the conch
shells blew, how last night he'd been marched up and down these same
steep steps. How he'd been drugged with fermented sap. And then the
day came. The city, adorned in blue-striped banners and pennants
from every tree and every cactus. While the masses raced in
procession from place to place, he'd been forced to fight captive
warriors, re-enacting the battle of Huitzilopochtli against his
sister and brothers. The slave remembered the combat, the brutality,
the close calls; then how the battle ended as the parade arrived,
setting their adversaries to flight.
Then they'd stood marched
to the pyramid, made procession around it, and stood at its foot,
gazing up toward its unfathomable heights. A priest led a fiery
blazing serpent, with tongue of parrot feathers, down to consume the
bowl of sacred paper. The drums were beating; the trumpets were
blaring. And at last, the slaves and captives were led up the steps
– step by step, step by step – by those who'd bought them or caught them. It
was a somber trek upward. The city, the lake, the plain stretched
out to distant mountain horizons around Tenochtitlan, all too visible
the closer he drew to the lofty summit of the Hueyi Teocalli
and its twin temples. The steps were steep. He knew what awaited
him. His heart rebelled. But the drinks he'd been plied with
soothed and slowed him, curbing his innate fear of death in the face
of Huitzilopochtli, the Deceiver, Lord of Battles, of “war, blood,
and burning.”
Finally, it was his turn.
The conch sounded; the man who'd been in line in front of him, or
rather his open and heartless shell, tumbled down the steps below.
With trepidation, fear, and obligation, he, too, now surrendered to
the hands pushing him toward the stone circle. Sacrifice was
demanded. Sacrifice would be had. Knocked to the ground, four
tan-skinned priests in capes and loincloths grabbed his ankles and
wrists, held him down tight. His last-ditch reflex to fight ebbed
away. The rock beneath his back was sticky and slick. His eyes
fixed, squinting, on the radiant sun – soon obscured by a high
priest with a dark stone knife, glistening wet from use. The waiting
victim's heart throbbed in his chest, as if protesting its impending
manhandling and exposure in the open air. And soon it was all over.
So lived many lives and
died many deaths during the age of the Aztec Empire. For them, human
sacrifices like these were no rare occurrence. During their last
century especially, they clung to the thought that their gods had
undertaken great sacrifices for them, shedding their divine blood to
fuel the world's motion and repopulate it; and as a result, they'd
have said, they owed those gods a debt to sacrifice constantly for
and to them – by gifts, by animals, by constant bloodletting, and
ultimately by human bodies and hearts. It's not a pretty picture.
Even in surviving watercolors by native artists, it comes through in
all its repulsiveness. If I didn't have a point, I'd never have
asked you to picture it.
Paul never visited the
Aztec capital city Tenochtitlan, far across the sea and not yet built
in his day. But what if he had? If he'd traipsed into Tenochtitlan during
the run-up to a festival like that, inspecting their temples and
learning Nahuatl so he could understand their stories – what might
Paul have said? Just like Romans 1, I think he'd proclaim them
“without excuse; for although they knew God, they didn't honor
him as God or give thanks to him, but they become futile in their
thinking and their foolish hearts were darkened”
(Romans 1:20-21). The Aztecs had, as their sayings went, no polished
eye, and clearly their noses lost their power to sniff out the truth.
Grieving
the emptiness of their achievements amidst such idolatry and
violence, Paul would have frankly said that “they became
fools, and exchanged the glory of the immortal God for images
resembling mortal man and birds and animals and creeping things”
(Romans 1:22-23). Though not in the same way as the more familiar
Greeks, the Aztecs, too, had been given over to “the
dishonoring of their bodies”
through the bleeding and the ritual killing and what came next
(Romans 1:24) – all because “they exchanged the truth
about God for a lie” (Romans
1:25). And so they became “full of … murder, strife,”
as a city and empire (Romans 1:29), and were exposed as “foolish,
faithless, heartless, ruthless”
(Romans 1:31). The ugly reality is, “Their feet are
swift to shed blood; in their paths are ruin and misery; and the way
of peace, they have not known”
(Romans 3:15-17). In this way and in the judgment to come, “the
wrath of God is revealed from heaven against all ungodliness and
unrighteousness of men, who by their unrighteousness suppress the
truth” (Romans 1:18).
Paul
would have found ways to connect with them. “I see you
are a very superstitious people,”
he might well have said, like he did in Athens (Acts 17:22). He
would have looked for hints of mystery and longing. But he would
have announced that, unlike their Huitzilopochtli, “the
God who made the world and everything in it, being Lord of heaven and
earth, … is not served by human hands, as though he needed
anything” (Acts 17:24-25) –
least of all these bloody offerings. Paul would have agreed that the
true God is a God who sacrifices for our good – but that sacrifice
happened on the cross; that God appeared on earth in the humble Jesus
and not as a violent warrior; and the right response to our debt had nothing
to do with perpetuating the cycle of death and appeasing the flesh,
for “those who are in the flesh cannot please God”
(Romans 8:8), and everything to do with breaking the cycle and reaching something higher. So now this true God “commands all people
everywhere” – in Athens, in
Lancaster County, and, yes, in Tenochtitlan – “to
repent” (Acts 17:30).
Paul
would have charged that this whole Aztec system, all these festivals,
were empty superstitions. And that meant they couldn't be the right
sort of worship – not even a chance. How can the heartless offer
their heart? And “what pagans sacrifice, they offer to
demons, and not to God,” Paul
writes (1 Corinthians 10:20). Yet even
if they said they did it
for God, even then, it couldn't be the right way to worship. Because
the only sort of worship worthwhile, Paul would say, is “rational
worship” (Romans 12:1).
That's the phrase he uses in our passage today. Most modern
translations call it something else – 'spiritual worship,' maybe –
but the actual words he uses are “logical worship,”
“rational worship.” It's
the kind of service to God that fits creatures with brains in their
heads.
And
Aztec worship wasn't that. Human sacrifice isn't rational worship;
it's repulsive superstition. Idolatry isn't rational worship; it's
the foolishness of exchanging God's truth for a lie and God's glory
for petty things. Those foolish kinds of religion might be good
enough for wild animals, but certainly not humans with working
brains. And so far, that's probably very clear to us. There's
nothing about the Aztec religion that resonates or appeals. But when
Paul talks about “this age”
in the present tense, he's talking about a network of values and
structures and powers that hold sway in first-century Rome,
fifteenth-century Tenochtitlan, and the twenty-first-century USA all
the same. Sure, Paul would have said that the Aztecs had corrupted
minds and darkened hearts – he'd call them out on their irrational
worship – but he'd say the very same thing to today's America.
Here
and now may look different from there and then. We sacrifice our
minds and bodies slowly, stretching out the painful death, as we
devote them to hungry careers and ambitions; as we let consumerism
consume us, and fill ourselves with fruitless distractions, banners
waving in the breeze; as we make idols of our families and causes
and, perhaps above all, our pride. And that, no less than in
Tenochtitlan, is human sacrifice. It just drains the life from us
less slowly. It's easier to paper over our mess. But we convince
ourselves that the world won't stay in motion unless we drain our
lives out for it in overwork. We convince ourselves that the
violence of our culture is normal, unavoidable; that sanctioned forms
of it are necessary. And we convince ourselves that some people are
expendable, can be turned into tools for what we call a greater good,
or disposed of altogether (like the unborn, the disabled, the immigrant, the
elderly, and plenty of other lives in between). We reduce God's
image-bearers to labels we've made up, so that we can better treat them as mere objects. Even in the church, we
dedicate ourselves to maintaining the status quo of America as it
used to be, or as we imagine it used to be; we make the 1950s our
god, perhaps, and sacrifice the Lord's vision for our future to the 'divinity' of a defunct decade. In and out of the church, so much
of what we do, we see its real ugliness only in Tenochtitlan's smoky
mirrors.
Paul
would tell us that irrationality is a hallmark of this age.
Everything characteristic of this age is, at its root, tied up in
subhuman thinking. And even if the Aztecs were right, their hearts –
and our hearts – are too dark to be offered. We've been naturally
socialized into this darkness and foolishness; most of the time, it
doesn't even register to us as unnatural – our fear, our
defensiveness, our pursuit of power, our patterns of consumption, the
standards for the Aztec or the American Dream. And so much of that
superstition, so much that's unthinking, so much that just ignores or
refuses the truth of God, creeps into our worship and our lives.
Because we've been naturally socialized into it. Paul calls on us to
open our eyes and resist. He urges us to stop “being
conformed to this age”
and all its unthinking lies (Romans 12:2). He longs to see us break
free of everything unworthy of the kind of thinking creatures God
made us.
Because
all those bloody superstitions just don't suit us. They aren't
reasonable, aren't rational, don't logically add up – for Aztecs or
Americans. What is appropriate, what does suit us, is the kind of
worship that uses reason – that reflects actively on God's truth
and God's deeds. That's what we try to do here. We try to reflect,
with our minds and hearts, on God's truth and God's deeds. When we
steer clear, we surely fall short; when we get lost or doze during
the sermon, we may fall short; when we get distracted and don't even
focus on the words we're singing, we likely fall short; when we
pepper our church world or personal devotions with unbiblical
theology and pointless fluff and feel-good filler, we surely fall short. We
lapse into less rational worship, the kind that doesn't suit who God
made us. We were made as thinking beings, who string words together
in our mouths and minds, who add and link ideas and move toward
conclusions – and God wants to see that in our worship and in how
we live. He yearns for us to offer worship that opens our vision and
stretches our minds as it glorifies him and proclaims the rich depths
of his whole truth to his whole world. God calls for our “logical
worship,”
the proper fruit of our reasonable faith (Romans 12:1).
What
suits us is the kind of worship that's holy – that's set apart
(Romans 12:1). Not compartmentalized in time – not limited to
Sunday mornings – that isn't what holy is. Holy is pure; holy is
different from what's all around. Holy is connected to and
reflective of a God far above and beyond. The Aztecs would've seen
their festivals as holy occasions, perhaps – would have pointed to
the banners, the sacred bathing, the sacred dramas, the eating of a
dough image of their god, and so many more rituals. But it wasn't
holy, because it mirrored gods who were made in the people's image –
or, at least, the elite warrior-class people's image – rather than
mirroring the one God in whose image they were made. Worship
appropriate for human beings isn't recursive; it doesn't just feed us
back into ourselves, as if we could live and grow off of our own
output, as if a series of copies and reflections could make an
original clearer. What suits us is a worship free from distortion, a
worship that actually opens us up to something different, to a God
who may well change us and break us and remake us.
And
what suits us is the kind of worship that's “pleasing
to God”
(Romans 12:1). Which might be hard for us to figure out. We're so
steeped in our ways. We cling to our flesh. We're naturally
socialized, like we said, on the unthinking ways of an irrational
culture. There are assumptions we make, instincts we have, that are
like second nature to us as Americans – just like there were
assumptions and instincts that were second nature to the Aztecs
before us. What we need is a new way of thinking, a new way of
seeing the world. We need to break free from those old assumptions
and thought-patterns, we need more light shed in our noggins, in a
way that changes and breaks and remakes our brains, our minds. “Do
not be conformed to this age, but be transformed
by the renewal of your mind”
(Romans 12:2). That's what we need.
What
can a renewed mind do? Paul says that, with a renewed mind, “by
testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and
pleasing and perfect”
(Romans 12:2). We make so much hay about figuring out what God's
will is, when it comes to what we should do, how we should live, how
we should worship. But for a mind made new, a mind shedding old
habits and open to real change, we make it so complicated (or, as the Aztecs would say, we make a stew of all the chameleons we catch!). First, is the
thing good? Does it have value? Is it virtuous? Then it might be
God's will for us. Second, can we realistically imagine it putting a
smile on God's face when we do it? Is it pleasing to him? Then it
might be God's will for us. And third, does it express maturity? Is
it something we can honestly say is mature, the action of a complete
person living rationally and well? If it's all those things, give it
a test, and you may well find it's the will of God.
What
does a lifestyle lived like this look like? What kind of worship
does it generate? What does our “logical
worship,”
our “rational”
or “reasonable
worship,”
look like, if it's to proceed from a renewed mind that seeks God's
good and pleasing and perfect will, if it aims to please him, if it
aims to be holy? What kind of worship, what kind of life is that?
We know what the Aztecs thought worship should look like. They
believed in gods who sacrificed their blood; that we owed a debt;
that the present world just needed to be kept in motion; and that
violence and bloodshed were what their gods wanted, what their gods
needed. So many people in ancient Mexico – men, women, even
children – were routinely called on to offer their bodies in a very
radical and ultimate way: as sacrifices that would be killed to
maintain the status quo of the age.
Is
that what God wants for us? It's true that all our hope is founded
on a divine sacrifice – the Aztecs had some insight there.
“Christ, our
Passover lamb, has been sacrificed”
for us (1 Corinthians 5:7). Jesus “appeared
once for all at the end of the ages to put away sin by the sacrifice
of himself”
(Hebrews 9:26). “Christ
loved us and gave himself up for us, a fragrant offering and
sacrifice...”
(Ephesians 5:2). “Without
the shedding of blood, there is no forgiveness of sins”
(Hebrews 9:22), so Jesus provided “his
own blood”
(Hebrews 13:12). And for that, we do owe a debt, like the Aztecs
suspected: “We
are debtors,”
Paul confesses (Romans 8:12).
But it's the third key idea where the parallels break down. See,
it isn't the present world that needs to be kept in motion, but a new
world that needs to break through. That world isn't the domain of
Huitzilopochtli, a strife-stirring and deceitful god of war, but of
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit – who eternally live and reign as one
God of Love, Peace, and Truth. God has no need for our blood, our
violence, our deadly zeal, our destruction, or our death. He has no
interest in human sacrifice of that kind (cf. Leviticus 20:1-5; Hosea
13:2; Ezekiel 23:39). But God is looking for sacrifice. In Aztec festivals, the slaves were bathed in sacred water and clothed in new vestments resembling their god before they were sacrificed. Well, we were bathed in sacred water at baptism, and we've been clothed in Christ Jesus and his righteousness (Galatians 3:27).
Why? The Aztecs would see the obvious reason: to be a sacrifice.
But what kind of sacrifice can we make of ourselves, when God says,
“I have no
pleasure in the death of anyone”
(Ezekiel 18:32)? Only one kind, Paul tells us. “I
appeal to you, brothers and sisters, by the mercies of God, to
present your bodies as a living sacrifice,
holy and pleasing to God, which is your rational worship”
(Romans 12:1). That
is the kind of worship fitting for thinking people – a sacrifice
that keeps on living.
God
calls for the sacrifice of our bodies, your bodies, but his aim, he tells us, is
to “give life
to your mortal bodies”
(Romans 8:11). God isn't looking for a sacrifice that wipes us off
the map; that destroys us; that leaves us worse off than we were when
we came. Oh, it may look like that for a while, because the road is
hard. But he wants a sacrifice that leaves us more
alive, more
complete, than we were before. He wants a sacrifice that doesn't
drain us dry, used up and thrown aside; he wants a sacrifice that we
can make day after day.
“Present
yourselves to God as those who have been brought”
– what, from life to death, like the sacrificial victims in
Tenochtitlan, or like the casualties of modern American consumer
culture? No! “Present
yourselves to God as those who have been brought from death
to life,”
Paul directs us,
“and your body parts to God as instruments for righteousness”
(Romans 6:13). We're told to “not
neglect to do good and to share what you have, for such sacrifices
are pleasing to God”
(Hebrews 13:16). But God wants more than just what we have; he wants what we are. He
wants our bodies given to him by rational minds – he claims
ownership, use, consecration, devotion of our bodies and all the
parts of them. To sacrifice them, we give them up to him.
How
thankful I am that our way of sacrificing our bodies looks nothing
like the ancient ugliness in Tenochtitlan. God never takes a heart
out of us without putting a better one in (Ezekiel 11:19; 36:26).
Our “struggle
against sin”
might, in a climate of persecution, ultimately lead up to “the
point of shedding [our] blood”
(Hebrews 12:4) – but that's not the idea. It isn't a bloody
sacrifice of death, but a full-on living sacrifice that God is
looking for. We sacrifice our bodies – offering them alive – to
the God who is the head of the Christ who is the head of his
body, the church (1 Corinthians 11:3; Ephesians 5:23). So don't be
surprised when he insists on using your
bodies for the service of Christ's
body – but we'll get more to that next week.
What
matters now is this call. Paul urges us, appeals to us, to “present
[our] bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God, which
is your rational worship”
(Romans 12:1). It isn't automatic. God has bought our bodies, but
it's our choice whether to rob him – as we so often do – or to
offer ourselves alive on his altar. It's our choice whether to cling
to the superstitions of our Aztec or American way, or to rise higher
into rational worship, the appropriate sort to come from the thinking
creature God made you.
It
will be difficult. (That's kind of the definition of sacrifice,
isn't it?) We have to let God break the way we were raised and
brought up. “We've always done it that way” is no excuse; it's
just a definition of the problem. “I don't get it” is no excuse;
it defines the problem. “That's ignorant,” “That's crazy,”
“That's folly” – that's just the defensive way our irrational
minds react to God's reason, which to us looks upside-down (cf. 1
Corinthians 1:23-25; 2:14). We have to let God make our new hearts
bright and our new minds clear. It's a process; it can take time.
Tradition, upbringing, age – doesn't matter, because we're “without
excuse”
(Romans 1:20). Only as God changes our minds can we see the beauty
of what he's done for us, and the real depth of our debt, and the
kind of God he really is. Only as God changes our minds can we
appreciate his radical summons. But now, while it's in process, we
have to choose to present our bodies as a living sacrifice. Doing it
will be costly – again, check literally any definition of the word
'sacrifice'!
For
the Roman house churches Paul was writing to, coming out of such a
terrible time of turmoil, they were understandably afraid that
welcoming Paul and living this Jesus way would be the end of them –
that it would get them in trouble, force them into unnatural
positions, and spell their doom. Paul, facing their fears without
blinking, tells them to go ahead and sacrifice their bodies – and
watch God give them life. For us, breaking away from tradition and
culture and all our old ways of thinking, and accepting change –
well, it's a frightening prospect. Could get us in trouble. Could
break us apart or shove us uncomfortably together. Could produce
friction and heat. Could make a big stink and a big mess. Paul
faces our fears, too, without blinking. And he says, “Nevertheless,
present your bodies as a living sacrifice”
(Romans 12:1).
Everything
you've got, everything you are – put it at the disposal of the God
whose Son is the Head of the Church. Put your whole body
sacrificially at the service of his Body – and watch God multiply
life. The Aztecs offered human sacrifice by killing bodies to
maintain their age's status quo. Paul urges us to sacrifice our
bodies as living offerings that defy everything about the status quo.
And our sacrifice is more radical than anything that happened during
any Aztec festival, and it uses no obsidian knife but just “the
sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God”
(Ephesians 6:17).
We
sing songs with questions like, “Is your all on the altar?”
Well, is it? Jesus – not Huitzilopochtli, nor our coveted American
idols – is the God who “comes
down from heaven and gives life to the world”
(John 6:33). He “came
that [we] might have life, and have it to the full”
(John 10:10). To that end, Jesus died for us, shed divine blood for
us – we are “the
church of God, which he obtained with his own blood”
(Acts 20:28). So “we
are debtors”
(Romans 8:8). But what will you do? Will you choose to present your
bodies as a living sacrifice? Again, it costs; again, it hurts;
again, it is no easy or comfortable thing. It is a radical thing, a
total thing. But for a thinking church, for a church who knows
“Christ the
power of God and the wisdom of God”
(1 Corinthians 1:24), it's the only thing that fits. It's the only
“rational
worship”
– this “living
sacrifice”
of your bodies and all they've got (Romans 12:1).
Will
you put your all on the altar? Will you present your bodies as a
living sacrifice? I can't make that choice for you. I can tell you
it's the only worship that makes rational sense in light of who the true God truly is. I can tell you that the life Jesus gives is
worth so much more than our jobs and our pensions, our trends and our
traditions, our resistance and our recreation, our agendas and our stubborn desires. I can tell you all
that. Paul can make his appeal to the mercies of God. But what will
you do with it? This sermon is done, and in a few moments you'll
have the choice: back to life as it was before, or on to life as a
living sacrifice; further away from reason, or further into reason. But that choice is yours. Yours. Here. Now.
“Choose ye
this day...”
(Joshua 24:15).