Everyone has a home. It’s the place where family and friends are. It’s the place you know best. For most of you, home is here in Kankakee County. For me, though Momence is my adopted hometown, most of my family lives downstate around Du Quoin. When I go home, there are many good memories. I drive by my home congregation and remember my confirmation day or when I first preached there as an ordained minister. You have the same memories. They are often tied to a house, a church, or another place.
For the Jews, their home, whether physical or spiritual, was Jerusalem. The temple, the presence of the living God, was there. The Jews may have had a synagogue in their town, but they longed to go home at least for Passover. Their memory is tied to a city, a building, a place on the map that sits on the hill of peace. To hear Jesus say that they will not leave one stone on top of another is impossible. It’s nonsense, just like when He said destroy this temple in three days and I will raise it up, though it took many years to build the physical temple.
What the Jews didn’t know is that the temple Jesus was talking about was His body. They also didn’t know what He knew concerning the future. Jesus’ prophecy of the destruction of Jerusalem came true less than forty years after He said it. The Roman army laid waste to Jerusalem, killing over a million people as they tore through it. The destruction of Jerusalem is a fact of history written for us by a Jewish man named Josephus.
The reason Jerusalem would be destroyed is because they did not recognize the time when God came to help them. All the signs were in place when Messiah, Jesus Christ, dwelled on the earth. Some recognized them and believed in Him. Others mocked Him, cursed Him, and did whatever it took to silence Him. Jesus’ own people acted like pawns in a game as they handed Him over to Pontius Pilate in order to be crucified. They didn’t believe that His death actually was their atonement. Josephus said the same thing about the Roman army in the year of our Lord 70, when God seemingly used them to destroy Jerusalem, fulfilling Christ’s prophecy.
As then, so it is now. Many do not recognize the time of Christ’s visitation. Even we Christians fail to see our Lord Jesus Christ at work in His Gifts. Like the Jews, we look to some sort of home for our peace and not to the Prince of Peace. Christ’s forgiveness and life dwells in the preaching of the Good News. Yet we look for His forgiveness and life in institutions that proclaim the Gospel.
We often place our love and trust in a building rather than the One Who is proclaimed in that building. We find our salvation in our name being on a church roll, even if we never actually attend the church where our name is attached. We think that as long as there’s a, whatever your last name, on the roster of our congregation, then everything is good with God. We might even go as far as thinking that the Lord sure does need a Lutheran Church in Momence. I mean, what would He do if this church building wasn’t here? What would He do if there wasn’t a Missouri Synod? We’ve got to preserve all these institutions or there won’t be a Gospel without them!
Self-perpetuating an institution for the sake of the institution has nothing to do with the Gospel of Jesus Christ. His Word is preached whether or not there is a church building here, whether or not you are here, or even if I was or wasn’t here. Forgiveness of sins is proclaimed whether or not there’s a Missouri Synod or an Our Savior Lutheran Church in Momence, Illinois. Let these things all be gone if we place our trust in institutions rather than Jesus Christ. Where the Gifts of Christ are given, there you see Christ’s Church, the body of Christ.
That’s hard to believe in a time when numbers mean everything. If we don’t see a lot of cars parked out front, if we don’t see full pews, if we don’t see young children in church, if we don’t see a healthy bank account, then we think there’s a problem. The problem isn’t numbers or children or money. The problem is that we have taken our eyes off Christ and put them on ourselves. What can we do to fix the problem?
What if there wasn’t a problem except sin? Sin always looks to self as the hope for salvation. Sin always plays the numbers game. Sin always curves everything in on our own self. When we look inside us, we see nothing that makes for eternal peace. We see a war for our soul. Jesus’ death ends that war. He alone makes the peace that surpasses all that our mind conjures. He alone is the scapegoat. He alone is the spotless Lamb. He alone is the perfect offering that wipes away sin. He alone is the blessed Peacemaker, the Son of God.
There are times when it’s hard to see or feel the peace Christ brings when you come to this house of prayer. You see sinners like you, yet you may not have a close relationship with them. You see empty pews, pews that once were full. You see a preacher, a sinner like you, who sometimes says and does things you don’t like. Consider the view from here. The feeling sometimes is mutual. We might be led to think not merely this congregation, but all Christian churches, are nothing but a den of robbers.
How did it happen? Sin is how it happened. Forgetting to prefer Christ to everything else happened. Getting my way happened, and that includes pastor. We do not recognize the time when God came to help us. That time is now. Here He is, in the preaching of His Gospel. Here He is, in your baptism. Here He is, in His Body and Blood for you to eat and drink for the forgiveness of sins. The time when God comes to help you is now. There comes a time when He comes to bring ultimate help: the resurrection of the body and the life of the world to come. Until then, here He is, Gifts at the ready, bringing you forgiveness of sins.
Welcome to the place where the things for your peace dwell. Welcome to Christ’s house. Welcome to the place where His glory dwells. Christ is here for you. Though the body of Christ’s believers cannot be seen, we know that where they gather around His Gifts, there His Church is seen. Welcome to your place of refuge. Dearly beloved, welcome home.