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Read: Luke 1:1-25
“Certainty” is a great word. Yet certainty is certainly hard to find.
In recent days I have come across reports of two general elections, in Sweden and Brazil, through different news feeds, newspapers or TV channels. It is astonishing what very different stories these sources tell, depending on the particular angle with which each wants to spin their account. Maybe you share my frustration. You want to know what actually happened, with fair reporting and balanced assessment, but somehow everyone has their own spin on things, and you flounder in a world of fake news and post-truth (as it has been called by the Oxford English Dictionary). If only, you say, I could find something really and certainly true.
But then, at other times we enjoy living in a fantasy world. There’s long been an appeal to losing ourselves in a good fictional story. Now technology means we can even play a part in such a story, and walk around as an avatar in a virtual world, choosing what type of creature we are, what we wear, what powers we want to have, how we behave, what we say – and all without any real-world consequences. No wonder it’s attractive!
And, to be honest, the Christmas season can feel a bit like that: a happy, cosy make-believe world of Santas and elves and reindeer and The Snowman and The Polar Express – all enjoyed without even having to feel cold. Plenty of people think Christmas is a sugary fiction to make us feel better in the middle of winter – a form of extended escapism and “retail therapy.”
But it’s not. At least, the Bible’s Christmas isn’t. Before telling us the story, Luke carefully shows us that what he is about to say is TRUE. Really true – True with a capital “T.” Lots of people have written accounts of it all. Luke calls these “the things that have been fulfilled among us” because everything he’s going to say is a fulfillment – a filling full – of what we call the Old Testament. These things didn’t happen out of nowhere. The Old Testament has shadows and outlines of what would happen, and especially of who would come. The story Luke tells shows how Jesus fills those outlines full. Here we will find certainty.
The stories have come to Luke from “those who from the first were eyewitnesses.” They were there; they saw, they heard, they touched these things. And they were “servants of the word”: that means they didn’t make it up to suit themselves; the word was the master, and they were its servants – or perhaps we should say his servants. The apostle John writes about “that which was from the beginning, which we have herald, which we have seen without eyes, which we have looked at and our hands have touched” (I John 1:1). Here we will find certainty.
Luke has very “carefully investigated everything” right from the “the beginning” (Luke 1:3). And now he has written an “orderly account” for a man called Theophilus (which means something like “friend of God”). The reason Luke has written is so that Theophilus – and now we too – can “know with certainty” about these things. Rock-solid reliable, True, certain.
Escapism is alright, so long as we know that’s what it is. Two of my favorite Christmas movies are Miracle on 34th Street and The Preacher’s Wife. They’re wonderful. But they’re not remotely true.
Jesus Christ is not like Santa Claus. One day each one of us will come face to face with truth, fact to face with Jesus. When we die, or when Jesus returns, it will be no good trying to escape into a fictional world; it won’t pass to say, “But I lie to think…” this or that about God and about Jesus. That will be a great day, but perhaps also a frightening one. Luke tells us the truth now so that we can be ready to meet with the truth then.
So ask yourself: What areas of my life are so painful that I take refuge in fantasy? What doubts cloud my contentment in the truth of Jesus? Meditate today on the sureness of the truth as it is in Christ. Thank God that his message is certain, solid, reliable, true. You can rest your life on it. How wonderful to find certainty!
Written by Christopher Ash, Repeat the Sounding Joy. p.11-13
