A Year Held in His Hands| A New Year Sermon
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When we step into Luke chapter 18, it almost feels like we’re being invited to sit down for a long, heartfelt talk with Jesus. This chapter is one of those places in the Bible where stories pile on stories, each one carrying a weight of truth, like stones in a riverbed. You can’t just glance at them and move on; you want to bend down, pick one up, and turn it in your hand to see the lines, the textures, the meaning.
Here in Luke 18, we find parables about prayer, humility, riches, and persistent faith. We meet people who are desperate, people who are proud, and people who are blind—literally and spiritually. And the common thread? Jesus keeps pointing us back to the heart of God and what it really means to follow Him.
This first parable, honestly, it gets me every time. Jesus starts with a story about a widow who just refuses to give up. She keeps coming to an unjust judge, pestering him until he finally gives in and grants her justice.
The widow, in the culture of Jesus’ day, is already a picture of vulnerability. Widows often had no protector, no steady income, no real social standing. And yet, here she is bold, relentless. Almost annoying. But Jesus admires her grit.
The judge? He doesn’t care about God or people. He’s the type of official you’d hate to run into at city hall, the kind who shrugs at your need. And yet, even this stubborn judge gives in—just because she wore him down.
Jesus uses this as a contrast, not a comparison. If even a corrupt judge will eventually act, how much more will God—who is perfectly just—listen to His children who cry out day and night?
It’s a story that makes me stop and check my prayer life. Do I give up too soon? Do I whisper a prayer once and then shrug if I don’t see results? Jesus seems to say: keep going, keep knocking, keep asking. Not because God is reluctant, but because persistence shapes us. Prayer is not only about answers—it’s about training our hearts in endurance.
And then that haunting question at the end: “When the Son of Man comes, will He find faith on earth?” It’s like Jesus looks across time, past the people in front of Him, straight into our lives. Will He find a faith that holds on, even when it feels like heaven is silent?
The mood shifts here, but the theme of prayer lingers. Jesus tells another parable, this time contrasting two men who went up to the temple to pray.
The Pharisee, full of himself, basically gives God his spiritual résumé. “Look at me. I fast twice a week. I tithe. I’m not like those sinners.” His prayer is more about self-promotion than surrender.
The tax collector, on the other hand, stands far off, won’t even lift his eyes, beats his chest, and says, “God, have mercy on me, a sinner.” That’s it. No flowery words. No justification. Just raw honesty.
And Jesus flips the expectations: it’s the tax collector who goes home justified, not the Pharisee.
This parable cuts to the bone. How often do I, do we, approach God with hidden pride? Maybe we don’t say it out loud, but we secretly think, “Well, I’m not as bad as them.” But God looks at the humble heart, not the polished performance.
The tax collector’s short, broken prayer is probably one of the most powerful prayers in Scripture. Sometimes the best prayers are messy and short. Sometimes the most “religious” prayers, stuffed with big words, carry the least sincerity.
I love this scene. People bring their children—probably toddlers, maybe even babies—to Jesus. The disciples, maybe thinking they’re protecting Jesus’ time or dignity, try to shoo them away. But Jesus is indignant. He says, “Let the children come to me, and do not hinder them, for to such belongs the kingdom of God.”
There’s something about the trust and openness of a child that Jesus says we need to imitate. Children don’t come boasting. They don’t come with lists of achievements. They come with empty hands, ready to receive.
And maybe that’s the point: the kingdom of God isn’t earned, it’s received. Like a child reaching out to a parent, like open hands waiting to be filled.
I remember once in church, a little kid ran up during the prayer, straight to the front. No hesitation, no fear. Adults gasped, but I thought, that’s exactly what Jesus meant. Come to Him freely.
Then we meet the rich ruler, a man who asks Jesus, “Good Teacher, what must I do to inherit eternal life?” He’s not hostile; in fact, he seems genuinely eager. He’s moral, respectable. He’s the kind of guy who probably had a polished LinkedIn profile if he lived today.
Jesus lists some commandments, and the ruler says he’s kept them all since youth. That’s impressive. But then Jesus hits the heart: “One thing you still lack. Sell all that you have and distribute to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven; and come, follow me.”
Ouch. The ruler walks away sad because he’s very rich.
It’s not that wealth itself is evil. It’s that wealth has a grip on him. His security, his identity, maybe even his pride, are tied to his possessions. And Jesus asks him to let go—not because He wants him miserable, but because freedom lies on the other side of surrender.
Jesus’ words about the camel and the needle’s eye drive the point home. Humanly, it’s impossible. But with God, even the rich can enter the kingdom if they surrender.
Peter then blurts out (in typical Peter style), “See, we have left everything and followed you.” Almost like, “What about us, Jesus? Do we get something?” And Jesus assures them: yes, those who leave things for His sake will receive far more, in this life and in the life to come.
It’s a call to check our hearts. What would make us walk away sad if Jesus asked us to give it up? That’s probably the very thing He wants surrendered.
Here Jesus takes the Twelve aside and reminds them that everything written by the prophets about the Son of Man is about to happen. He’ll be mocked, insulted, spit upon, flogged, killed, and then rise on the third day.
But the disciples don’t get it. The meaning is hidden from them.
Sometimes I think we’re not much different. How many times has God made something clear in Scripture, and yet we don’t really see it until later? The disciples couldn’t grasp that suffering was part of the plan. We also struggle with that—wanting glory without the cross, comfort without cost.
But Jesus knew. He walked forward willingly, eyes open, heart set. That quiet courage stuns me every time.
The chapter closes with a story of a blind man sitting by the road near Jericho. He hears the crowd and learns Jesus is passing by. So he cries out, “Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me!”
People try to hush him, but he cries out louder.
Jesus stops. That detail alone is beautiful—He stops for one desperate man in the middle of a noisy crowd. He asks, “What do you want me to do for you?” The man replies, “Lord, let me recover my sight.”
And instantly, Jesus grants it. The man follows Him, glorifying God, and the crowd joins in praising.
It’s a perfect ending to the chapter. The blind man, unlike the disciples earlier, sees. He sees Jesus as the Son of David, the Messiah. He sees mercy, and he asks boldly for it.
Faith, humility, persistence—all wrapped up in one beggar’s cry.
Luke 18 feels like a mosaic of faith. Each story adds a piece: persistence (widow), humility (tax collector), trust (children), surrender (rich ruler), obedience through suffering (Jesus’ prediction), and bold faith (blind beggar).
It’s almost like Jesus is preparing His followers: This is what it means to live in the kingdom. This is what it means to follow Me.
Some reflections hit me personally:
Prayer isn’t about wearing God down; it’s about wearing down our pride.
The shortest prayers are sometimes the deepest.
Children remind us the kingdom is received, not earned.
What we can’t let go of might be what keeps us from following Jesus fully.
Suffering isn’t a detour—it’s part of God’s plan.
Faith cries out even when the crowd says hush.
When I read this chapter slowly, it feels almost like Jesus is speaking directly into the modern world. We’re distracted, proud, wealthy (in ways even the poorest among us today often outmatch the ancient rich), and yet still hungry for meaning. Luke 18 whispers—and sometimes shouts—that the answer isn’t in pride, power, or possessions, but in persistent, humble, surrendered faith.
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