and the scroll of the prophet
Isaiah was handed to him. Unrolling it, he found the place where it is written:
“The
Spirit of the Lord is on me,
because he has
anointed me
to proclaim good news to the poor.
He has sent me to proclaim freedom for the prisoners
and recovery of sight for the blind,
to set the oppressed free, to proclaim
to proclaim good news to the poor.
He has sent me to proclaim freedom for the prisoners
and recovery of sight for the blind,
to set the oppressed free, to proclaim
the year of the
Lord’s favor.” (Luke 4:17-19)
Today’s passage is another mix of the
two themes on my heart: the reason He came and freedom. He was sent, and
therefore, He came, to proclaim good news to the poor and freedom for the
prisoners and the oppressed, recovery of sight for the blind, and the year
of the Lord’s favor. Twice, He said He was sent to proclaim freedom.
These proclamations were given to specific
people: the prisoners and the oppressed. He didn’t put them together the way I
have. Even Isaiah, who penned the original prophecy, didn’t put them together.
Poor does not equal oppressed. Given that when Jesus told them that the
prophecy had been fulfilled, He didn’t overthrow the Roman government and
release all the political prisoners or the politically or socially oppressed. He
didn’t even teach them how to achieve freedom for themselves. His proclamations
don’t seem to have had anything to do with politics or human governance. If
those things had been His focus, He could have fixed it all without dying. There
are people who have usurped this idea of proclaiming freedom, who are
exploiting it for political purposes.
I want
to celebrate the freedom that He proclaimed, but I’m feeling a little like I’m
in Plato’s cave. I’ve been watching these shadows and listening to others talk
about freedom. I’ve turned from those shadows and walked toward the mouth of
the cave, but there’s a bright light there, and the ground beneath my feet is
starting to give and slide a little. What was a solid rock is now sand, or maybe
even grass. Walking out into the real world, like being born, is more than a
change of location. There are new experiences, new responsibilities, new things
to learn. It feels safer and more comfortable to return to the cave and its
shadows. It’s easier to be complicit in the oppression, to act as our own
prison guards.
This year is rapidly coming to a close.
It has meant a lot of changes. I don’t think I’ve quite left the cave I was
living in, but I’m closer to the exit than I was. The thing about freedom is
that it involves taking responsibility for one's choices, And that's always frightening. I have a
feeling that 2020 is going to be a year of freedom for me.
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