A Year Held in His Hands| A New Year Sermon
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When I read Luke chapter 3, I get this sense of standing on the edge of a huge turning point. Like the air is thick with change. The wilderness voice, the baptizer with wild hair and sharper words, and then the sudden introduction of Jesus stepping into history not as a baby anymore but as a grown man ready to step into His calling. This chapter is honestly loaded. It feels like Luke pauses from the baby stories, the shepherds, the temple encounters, and then—boom—we’re in the middle of a new era. The old prophets had been silent for centuries, Israel waiting, restless, under Roman rule, priests doing their rituals, people still longing for deliverance. And then comes John, thundering like Elijah.
I’ll break it into pieces—because honestly that’s how I read Scripture anyway. I chew slowly, sometimes double back, sometimes get lost thinking of smells and voices and how it all would’ve felt if I was there.
Luke, being Luke, gives us one of those historical anchor intros. He tells us who’s ruling—Tiberius Caesar, Pilate in Judea, Herod and Philip and Lysanias, plus Annas and Caiaphas in the high priesthood. You can almost hear him saying, “I want you to know this is real, not myth, it happened in the messy middle of politics and power struggles.”
It’s interesting to me that the Word of God doesn’t come to Caesar in Rome or to the high priests in their temple glory. Nope. It goes out to a wilderness man, John son of Zechariah. God doesn’t always choose the obvious platforms. He bypasses the palaces and the shiny temples and sends His voice to a dusty wild preacher in the desert. Something about that feels so… God.
Sometimes I think about my own life—how I expect God to speak in church with lights and choirs, or in a big conference, but instead His voice breaks through when I’m just walking, or late at night in my room with no one around. John was literally in the wilderness, maybe lonely, maybe waiting, and then—boom—the Word came.
John goes around preaching “a baptism of repentance for the forgiveness of sins.” Baptism wasn’t new; Jews knew ritual washings. But John’s baptism was radical because it wasn’t about just ceremonial purity—it was about turning hearts, repenting deeply, preparing for God Himself to come.
Luke ties it to Isaiah’s prophecy: “The voice of one crying in the wilderness: Prepare the way of the Lord, make his paths straight…” That imagery of valleys lifted, mountains brought low, crooked made straight—it’s so poetic but also practical. Repentance is like road construction. God’s coming, so clear the path.
I once lived in a city where roadworks went on forever. Dust, noise, detours, but at the end, smooth highways. Repentance feels messy sometimes—dust flying as God bulldozes pride, fills the potholes of bitterness, levels our mountains of ego. Not comfortable but necessary.
And Luke says, “all flesh shall see the salvation of God.” That’s big. Not just Israel. Everyone. That’s gospel-wide vision, already there before Jesus even speaks a word in Luke.
Okay, this part always makes me laugh nervously. John sees the crowds coming for baptism, and instead of welcoming them with “thanks for coming, God bless you,” he yells, “You brood of vipers! Who warned you to flee from the wrath to come?” Talk about seeker-sensitive gone wrong. But John wasn’t running a PR campaign—he was cutting to the heart.
He warns them not to trust in heritage (“we have Abraham as our father”). Basically, don’t think your family tree saves you. God can raise children of Abraham from rocks. Ouch.
And then he uses the image of trees: bear fruit worthy of repentance. If not, the axe is ready at the root. This is urgent, dangerous, apocalyptic-sounding.
The people ask, “What then shall we do?” And John gives practical answers: share your extra clothes and food, don’t cheat if you’re a tax collector, don’t extort or abuse power if you’re a soldier. Repentance isn’t just a mystical feeling—it changes how you treat people, how you handle money, power, possessions.
I think about that today. Repentance doesn’t always look like loud crying at the altar, though sometimes it does. Often it’s in the quiet changes—choosing honesty in taxes, refusing gossip, forgiving when it hurts, giving when you could keep. Fruit, not just feelings.
The people were buzzing: “Could John be the Christ?” His fiery style, his crowds—it made sense. But John makes it clear: Nope. Someone greater is coming. He says, “I baptize with water, but He will baptize with the Holy Spirit and fire.”
The contrast strikes me. Water cleans, refreshes, symbolizes washing. Fire burns, purifies, empowers. Jesus’ baptism is deeper. John says he’s not even worthy to untie His sandals—a task considered so low only slaves did it. That’s humility.
Then comes the imagery: winnowing fork, clearing the threshing floor, gathering wheat, burning chaff. A picture of separation, judgment, harvest. Jesus will sort hearts.
Luke sums it up: with many other exhortations, John preached good news. Funny, because it sounds pretty heavy—but the truth, even hard truth, is good news when it prepares us for salvation.
Not everyone loved John’s boldness. Herod Antipas, the ruler, gets called out by John for his immoral relationship and other evils. And Herod responds by locking John up. This little note Luke drops foreshadows the cost of truth. Speaking God’s word will often clash with power.
Sometimes I wonder—would I have the guts to do what John did? Call out leaders? Or do I prefer comfort? Luke doesn’t romanticize it. John ends up imprisoned. Truth-telling has consequences.
Now comes a turning point. Jesus appears, among the crowds, being baptized. Luke doesn’t give much detail here, just notes it happens while He’s praying. Heaven opens, the Spirit descends like a dove, and the Father’s voice says: “You are my beloved Son; with you I am well pleased.”
That moment must’ve been electric. Imagine the sky breaking, the dove-like Spirit fluttering down, the booming voice of God. But what gets me is the intimacy: “my beloved Son.” Before Jesus does any miracle, any teaching, any cross—He is loved. Identity first, then mission.
Sometimes I forget that. I strive to earn God’s pleasure, thinking if I do enough ministry, He’ll be proud. But here, the Father delights in Jesus before ministry. That truth steadies me: we serve from love, not for love.
Okay, confession time: genealogies used to bore me. Long lists of names I skim. But Luke’s genealogy is fascinating. Unlike Matthew, Luke traces backward from Jesus all the way to Adam, “son of God.”
Why? I think Luke wants to show Jesus isn’t just Jewish Messiah, He’s Savior for all humanity. He stands in the line of history, flesh and blood, connected to David, Abraham, and finally Adam—so He’s connected to me too.
I imagine Luke writing, painstakingly copying these names. Each one had a story, a family, sins, hopes. Jesus enters that long messy human line, sanctifying it, redeeming it.
It makes me think of my own family tree—flawed, broken, not impressive. But Jesus steps into human lineage to bring grace. He’s not ashamed of our humanity.
Luke 3 feels like a call to wake up. Repent, prepare, live differently. But it’s also tender—God’s voice over His Son, love before mission.
I find myself asking: what crooked places in me need straightening? What valleys in my soul need lifting with hope? Where have I trusted heritage, tradition, or even my “Christian” label instead of real repentance?
Also, what does it mean to bear fruit in my life? Maybe it’s generosity with my time. Maybe it’s patience when I’m frustrated. Maybe it’s forgiving that one person I secretly hold a grudge against.
And then there’s identity—remembering before I do anything, I’m beloved. That alone is worth pausing on.
I remember one summer at camp, standing by the lake during baptism services. The water smelled of algae, the air buzzing with insects, kids whispering. And as each person came up dripping, the crowd cheered. I thought of Jesus standing in the Jordan, mud between His toes, sky ripping open. And I felt this deep joy—like heaven still breaks in when we surrender.
That day, someone I knew—quiet guy, rarely spoke—went under the water, and when he came up, tears mixed with lake water. He whispered, “I feel clean.” It wasn’t magic water. It was repentance, grace, Spirit. That’s Luke 3 alive.
Luke chapter 3 is like a doorway. It closes the silence of the waiting years and swings open the ministry of Jesus. It teaches us repentance is preparation, humility is greatness, fruit shows faith, and identity is anchored in God’s love.
I don’t want to just read it as history. I want it to shake me like it shook the crowds by the Jordan. The axe at the root, the Spirit like a dove, the voice from heaven—all calling me back to what matters.
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