A Year Held in His Hands| A New Year Sermon
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Matthew chapter 25 is one of those chapters that feels heavy and almost trembling with seriousness. When you read it slowly, it’s not just a storybook moment, it’s like Jesus leaning in close and saying, “This is it. This is how things will be at the end.” And somehow you feel both the weight and the hope pressed together. Three big sections form the whole chapter—the Parable of the Ten Virgins, the Parable of the Talents, and then the Final Judgment where sheep and goats are separated.
I remember the first time I sat down with this chapter. I had a little pocket Bible, pages already dog-eared, and it was one of those hot summer evenings where the fan keeps whirring but doesn’t actually cool anything. The words felt like they came alive, almost warning but also comforting. That’s the strange thing about Matthew 25—it shakes you but also gives you a glimpse of eternity.
Let’s walk through it carefully, piece by piece, with all the little questions, stories, and smells of real life wrapped inside.
So Jesus starts with, “Then shall the kingdom of heaven be likened unto ten virgins, which took their lamps, and went forth to meet the bridegroom.” Right away, we’re in the setting of a wedding. Now weddings in that time weren’t like the quick afternoon events we know. They were huge celebrations, multi-day affairs, full of music, food, dancing, neighbors gathering. Imagine the smell of roasted lamb, olive oil lamps flickering in the dark streets, laughter drifting through stone courtyards.
Ten virgins (really bridesmaids, unmarried girls), they each have lamps because the bridegroom is supposed to arrive. The thing is—he delays. Five of the girls are wise and take extra oil. The other five are called foolish, they didn’t bring extra. When the cry suddenly comes at midnight, “Behold, the bridegroom cometh; go ye out to meet him”—half of them are scrambling, lamps sputtering out. The wise ones trim their lamps and go in. The foolish rush out to buy oil, but by the time they come back, the door is shut. And the bridegroom says those chilling words: “I know you not.”
It makes me shiver honestly.
The oil—what does it mean?
Some say the oil stands for the Holy Spirit, others say it’s faith, or maybe a life of obedience. To me, it feels like it’s all about being prepared, not on the outside only, but inward. It’s like when you’re traveling and you think, “I’ll pack later, no rush,” and suddenly the taxi’s honking outside. That’s what the foolish virgins did—they assumed they had time.
The delay.
Why is the bridegroom late? It’s almost like Jesus is pointing to His own return. People expect Him sooner, but history stretches longer than anyone imagined. Generations pass. Yet the call will still come. Midnight shout. Sudden.
The shut door.
That line—“and the door was shut”—always breaks my heart. We don’t like closed doors in spiritual talk. We want to believe mercy is endless, but here is Jesus saying there comes a moment when the invitation is sealed, final.
Once, I remember being late to a train. I saw it right there, lights glowing, people already boarding, but the conductor shut the door just before I reached. I banged on the glass but nope, it rolled away. I had to sit on the empty platform feeling stupid and lost. Multiply that by eternity, that’s the foolish virgins’ experience. A missed train is recoverable. A missed kingdom—oh, that’s eternal.
Next story, and it flows so naturally, almost like Jesus is layering the lesson deeper. A man going on a journey entrusts his servants with his goods—five talents to one, two to another, one to the last. Talents here aren’t skills like we say “she has a talent for singing,” but actual money. One talent was huge—like 20 years of wages. Imagine getting bags of gold, entrusted to you.
The first servant doubles his five into ten. The second doubles his two into four. The last digs a hole and hides the single one. When the master returns, he praises the first two—“Well done, thou good and faithful servant”—but the last one? He calls him wicked and slothful, takes away the talent, and casts him into outer darkness.
Unequal gifts, equal responsibility.
Not everyone got the same amount. Life is like that too—different starting points, different opportunities. But the master wasn’t upset at the two-talent man for not producing five more; he just wanted faithfulness with what was given.
Fear paralyzes.
The one-talent servant admits, “I was afraid.” Fear makes him bury it. That hits home. How often do we bury possibilities because we’re afraid of messing up? We choose safe over fruitful.
The joy of the master.
Twice he says, “Enter thou into the joy of thy lord.” It’s not just reward, it’s shared joy. The idea that God delights in our faithfulness is so warming.
I once had an old guitar, scratched and buzzing on the lower strings. I was embarrassed to play it in front of others, so I’d keep it under the bed. But one day a friend asked me to bring it out, and I played during a small prayer meeting. People actually sang along and some even teared up. That moment taught me something—better to use what little you have than hide it away. The guitar wasn’t perfect, but it blessed.
That’s the parable here—don’t bury your small gifts. Even if your voice cracks, or your words stumble, or your hands tremble, God looks for the willingness to use what’s been placed in your care.
Then comes the climax. Jesus paints this majestic and terrifying picture. The Son of Man sits on His throne, all nations gathered before Him. He separates people like a shepherd dividing sheep and goats. The sheep on His right, the goats on the left.
The criteria? Not theological debates, not religious titles, not how many verses you memorized. It’s simple acts of compassion: feeding the hungry, giving water to the thirsty, welcoming strangers, clothing the naked, visiting the sick and imprisoned. “Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.”
The sheep are surprised—they didn’t even realize they were serving Christ when they helped. The goats are also surprised—they didn’t think neglecting ordinary people was neglecting Christ. The chapter ends with those sobering words: “And these shall go away into everlasting punishment: but the righteous into life eternal.”
Judgment is real.
This isn’t just poetic flair. Jesus consistently spoke of judgment, accountability, final separation. A lot of modern people squirm here, but He’s crystal clear.
The test is love lived out.
It’s not enough to say “I love Jesus” if you ignore the hungry man on the street corner. Our faith gets measured by our hands and feet.
The hidden Christ.
The beauty here—Christ identifies with “the least.” The homeless, the forgotten, the prisoner—they are mysteriously Him. Serving them becomes worship.
I remember once walking through a market street, a little boy selling wilted flowers. He looked exhausted, barefoot, probably no older than 8. Something in me whispered, “This is what Jesus meant.” I bought his whole bunch, even though the flowers died the next day. Honestly, I think that was one of the most spiritual acts I did that month, more than long prayers.
Matthew 25 feels like Jesus is giving three camera angles of the same truth:
Be ready (Ten Virgins).
Be faithful with what you’re given (Talents).
Be loving in action (Sheep and Goats).
Read them together and you see the complete picture of discipleship—watchful, faithful, compassionate.
The tone is urgent though. No casual shrugging. Doors shut, talents taken, eternal destinies decided. It’s not a chapter you can skim and go, “Well, that’s nice.” It grips you.
So how do we, sitting here centuries later, live this out?
Keep the lamp burning. That means prayer, Scripture, daily connection with Christ. You can’t borrow oil from someone else, just like you can’t borrow faith.
Invest your talents. Write that poem, teach that child, give that encouragement, plant that garden, whatever your “talent” is—don’t bury it.
See Christ in the least. Next time you pass someone in need, pause. Even a smile, a kind word, a shared meal can be holy.
Sometimes, honestly, Matthew 25 scares me. I see myself in the foolish virgins, the fearful servant, the goats. But maybe that’s the point—it shakes us awake. Yet at the same time, I also see hope: the wise virgins welcomed in, the faithful servants sharing their master’s joy, the sheep surprised by grace.
It’s a chapter that says, “Stay awake, stay faithful, stay loving.” And in the end, the bridegroom comes, the master returns, the King sits on His throne. And if we’re ready, faithful, compassionate—oh what joy to hear those words, “Well done.”
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