A Year Held in His Hands| A New Year Sermon
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Luke chapter 20 is one of those places in the Gospel where the tension is so thick you can almost smell it. Like walking into a room after two people argued and the air still heavy with unspoken words. Jesus has entered Jerusalem already in chapter 19, riding on the donkey, crowds shouting “Hosanna!” waving palm branches. The religious leaders are fuming. And now in chapter 20, it’s like the showdown begins. Question after question, challenge after challenge. Jesus doesn’t back down, though. He turns the tables on them again and again with wisdom that still leaves us kind of blinking in surprise.
Let’s go piece by piece.
It starts with this big question: “By what authority are you doing these things?” They’re asking Jesus who gave Him permission to teach, heal, flip tables in the temple, and act like He owns the place. And honestly, in human terms, it’s a fair question. Authority matters. In those days rabbis had to be trained under another rabbi, priests got their authority from their family line, kings were crowned, prophets usually had some miraculous calling. But Jesus didn’t fit into any of their boxes. He just showed up preaching, healing, forgiving sins.
Jesus doesn’t answer them straight. Instead, He asks: “John’s baptism—was it from heaven or from men?” That’s classic rabbinic debate style, but it’s also pure Jesus. He knows they’re not asking to learn, they’re asking to trap Him. If He says, “From God,” they’ll accuse Him of blasphemy. If He says, “From man,” the people will riot because they loved John. So they mumble, “We don’t know.” And Jesus just shrugs: “Neither will I tell you.”
This moment gets me every time. Because how many times in life do we demand God to give us explanations, proof, credentials—“By what authority are You doing this in my life?”—when actually the issue is not information but our heart? If they couldn’t recognize John, how could they recognize Jesus? Authority wasn’t the problem, their blindness was.
I remember once arguing with my dad when I was 19, I thought I knew better than everyone. He told me something simple—just, “Trust God with this job situation”—and I shot back, “How do you know?” And he just looked at me, not angry, just steady, and said, “Son, if you don’t know by now, nothing I say is going to convince you.” That moment burned into me. That’s what Jesus does here.
This parable is both brilliant and brutal. A man plants a vineyard, rents it to tenants, and goes away. At harvest he sends servants for his share. They beat them, send them away empty. Finally he sends his son. They kill him, hoping to seize the inheritance.
Everyone listening knew the vineyard imagery—Isaiah 5 calls Israel God’s vineyard. The tenants? That’s the leaders. The servants? The prophets. The son? Jesus Himself. The meaning was crystal clear, and that’s why verse 19 says the chief priests wanted to arrest Him right there.
The parable is almost painfully prophetic. Within days they will kill the Son outside the vineyard, outside Jerusalem’s gates. And the vineyard? It gets given to others—the Gentiles, the Church.
But here’s where I slow down. Because it’s easy to point fingers at those leaders and miss the mirror. How many times has God sent me messengers—maybe a sermon, a friend’s gentle correction, even just a verse that hit me—and I’ve brushed it aside because it wasn’t convenient? How many times have I wanted the blessings of God’s vineyard but resisted His ownership?
The story has this sharp edge. The tenants thought killing the son would give them freedom. But it only sealed their judgment. Rebellion against God doesn’t give us freedom; it’s the fastest way to lose it.
And yet—this is crazy—the Father knew they would kill His Son. He sent Him anyway. That’s the heart of the gospel shining right through this dark story.
Next trap: politics. They send spies, pretending to be sincere, asking about paying taxes. If He says yes, He loses popularity (nobody liked Roman taxes). If He says no, He’s guilty of rebellion against Rome.
Jesus asks for a coin. Whose image is on it? Caesar’s. “Then give back to Caesar what is Caesar’s, and to God what is God’s.”
That line is so famous but also so deep. The coin had Caesar’s image, but humans bear God’s image. So sure, give your coin to Caesar. But your life, your loyalty, your worship—those belong to God alone.
I always picture the hush after He said it. Like when someone drops a truth bomb in a conversation and no one even knows how to reply. They wanted to trap Him in a corner, but instead He lifts the whole discussion higher.
And today, we wrestle with this too. Taxes, politics, governments—we still wonder, how much do we obey? where’s the line? And Jesus’ answer is still the same: yes, live responsibly in society, but don’t ever confuse earthly rulers with ultimate authority. Caesar’s face may be on the coin, but God’s fingerprint is on your soul.
Now it’s the Sadducees’ turn. They didn’t believe in resurrection, which is ironic because they’re the religious elite tied to the temple. They try to trap Jesus with this outlandish story about a woman who marries seven brothers one after the other (according to levirate marriage custom). “So in the resurrection, whose wife will she be?” They thought they were clever, making resurrection sound ridiculous.
Jesus’ answer is layered. First He says resurrection life isn’t like this life—marriage won’t be the same, people will be like angels (not becoming angels, but not bound by death anymore). Then He proves resurrection from Scripture they accepted: God calls Himself the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob—not “was” but “is.” He is the God of the living, not the dead.
The brilliance here is He meets them on their turf. The Sadducees only accepted the first five books of Moses as authoritative. So Jesus quotes from Exodus. He defeats them with their own rules.
I remember reading this when I was younger and honestly feeling a little disappointed—like, no marriage in heaven? But then I realized Jesus isn’t putting down love or family. He’s saying resurrection life is so much fuller, so much richer, that our deepest joys now are only shadows of what’s coming. Heaven won’t be less; it’ll be infinitely more.
And His last line—God of the living—it echoes still. When I visit cemeteries, when I miss people I’ve lost, I cling to that. They are not gone; they are alive in Him.
Now Jesus flips the questions back on them. “How can the Messiah be David’s son, when David calls Him ‘Lord’ in Psalm 110?”
It’s like He’s pulling back the curtain. The Messiah isn’t just a political descendant of David; He’s greater. He’s divine. David bows to Him.
This was radical. Everyone expected a Messiah who’d restore Israel’s throne. But Jesus says the Messiah is more than a king—He’s Lord. Not just over Israel, but over death, over all creation.
It reminds me of when I first realized Christianity isn’t just about Jesus being a good teacher. Lots of people say that. But if He’s Lord, that changes everything. That means my whole life has to bow.
Finally, He warns the crowds: beware the teachers of the law. They love their long robes, seats of honor, and public greetings. But inwardly, they devour widows’ houses and pray long prayers just for show. Their judgment will be severe.
This ending stings because it exposes religious hypocrisy. Outward show, inward corruption. And notice—right after this, in chapter 21, He points to a poor widow giving her last coins. It’s like a living contrast.
For me, this passage is uncomfortable but needed. It makes me ask: do I like looking spiritual more than being surrendered? Do I sometimes pray to impress people, or post Bible verses to look holy, but meanwhile ignore actual compassion?
Jesus isn’t against robes or greetings or prayers. He’s against hearts that use religion for self-promotion. That’s still a danger today.
When I step back, Luke 20 feels like a courtroom drama. One side firing questions, the other calmly dismantling them with truth. But beneath that, it’s really about authority and ownership.
Who has authority in your life?
Do you recognize the Son or reject Him like the tenants?
Do you give to Caesar what’s Caesar’s but to God what is God’s?
Do you trust in resurrection, or are you stuck in earthly categories like the Sadducees?
Do you honor Jesus as Lord, not just teacher?
Do you live faith authentically, or just for show?
These questions cut deep.
And yet Luke 20 also leaves me amazed. Jesus under fire, surrounded by enemies, yet so calm, so wise, so steady. No fear, no fluster. Just truth. It makes me want to walk closer with Him, to let His words shape me when I feel cornered or tested.
I’ll share something. Years ago, I was at university, sitting in a philosophy class. The professor—sharp, witty, a bit cynical—asked me point blank: “So you believe in God? Then prove it.” The whole class turned to watch. My heart pounded. I stammered something weak, and later I felt ashamed.
But reading Luke 20 gave me comfort. Jesus Himself sometimes refused to answer, not because He had no answer, but because the heart of the questioner wasn’t open. It’s not always about winning arguments. Sometimes the best response is turning the question back, exposing the motives. That helped me forgive myself for that moment.
Luke 20 is not just history. It’s a mirror. It asks me whether I recognize Jesus’ authority, whether I’m willing to surrender, whether my faith is real. And it points me to the cross that’s only days away, where the Son will be killed—but in that very act, God’s victory will shine.
And that’s the hope we live in still.
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