He Knew What Was in Us

John 2:13-25
Lent 1
February 22, 2026

William G. Carter  

The Passover of the Jews was near, and Jesus went up to Jerusalem. In the temple he found people selling cattle, sheep, and doves and the money changers seated at their tables. Making a whip of cords, he drove all of them out of the temple, with the sheep and the cattle. He also poured out the coins of the money changers and overturned their tables. He told those who were selling the doves, “Take these things out of here! Stop making my Father’s house a marketplace!” His disciples remembered that it was written, “Zeal for your house will consume me.” The Jews then said to him, “What sign can you show us for doing this?” Jesus answered them, “Destroy this temple, and in three days I will raise it up.” The Jews then said, “This temple has been under construction for forty-six years, and will you raise it up in three days?” But he was speaking of the temple of his body. After he was raised from the dead, his disciples remembered that he had said this, and they believed the scripture and the word that Jesus had spoken.

 

When he was in Jerusalem during the Passover festival, many believed in his name because they saw the signs that he was doing. But Jesus on his part would not entrust himself to them, because he knew all people and needed no one to testify about anyone, for he himself knew what was in everyone.

Jesus showed up at the Super Bowl. Maybe you saw him. It was somewhere between the hot chicken wing dip and the cheesesteak sloppy joes. The television advertisement showed a series of images of people wanting more: more money, more toys, more possessions, more pleasure. Then the words pop up: “There’s more to life than more. What if Jesus shows us how to find it?” And the tag line: “He gets us.” 

The advertising campaign has been running for a few years now. It targets big events like the Super Bowl. The people behind it are in the shadows, but the stated intent is clear. “He Gets Us is a campaign to invite people to consider Jesus and why he matters today.”[1] It’s a wonderful intention. Some anonymous group is spending millions of dollars to advertise the Lord on high-profile sports events. And the connection is Jesus knows who we are.

According to the Gospel of John, however, that’s not necessarily a good thing.

In the story we heard today, Jesus begins his ministry by storming into the Jerusalem Temple. He flipped the tables, chased the merchants out of the temple, made whips, and shooed out the animals. “Stop making my Father’s house a shopping mall!”[2] Yes, it’s not about more, not about buying and selling, especially in the sacred building.

Then John lowered the boom. “Jesus did not entrust himself to them. He knew all people. He knew what was in everyone.” He knew what was in us. Here, on the first Sunday of Lent, it’s worth asking what he knows.

Maybe he knows what the book of Genesis knows. That we are born from the imagination of God, created for companionship, and placed in a lush garden – and it’s never enough. We reach for what we do not have. We have difficulty trusting what God provides. We hunger for wisdom and settle for a bite from an apple. And when our eyes are opened, we hide in shame. The Bible knows us.

When the rabbis would teach the Garden of Eden story, they often did so without judgment. They would say, “Just look at who we are.” Pushing against our limits, for better or worse. Wanting to know God’s secrets, without any sense of the consequences. Willing to lose our innocence, unaware of what that means. And we have never outgrown that ancient story. Oh, he knew what was in us.

What did Jesus know? According to John’s Gospel, he knew everything. He knew when it was time to act and when it wasn’t. He knew how long people had been ill or disabled. He knew whatever he was going to do and how he would do it. John says he even knew who was going to betray him, and when, and how. He knew when it was time to go, and he knew to send his Spirit after he departed. The fourth Gospel portrays Jesus as completely omniscient, from the Latin combination of “omni” and “knowledge.” All knowing.

So, he knew what was going on in Jerusalem. The Temple was the meeting place between God and the human family. This was holy ground. Life events were marked. God-given successes were to be thanked. Sins were to be confessed and forgiven. Relationships were to be renewed and restored. Every one of these events was to be marked by a sacrificial animal.

Yet you couldn’t simply walk in with your family sheep. The sheep had to be pure, so the sheep had to be inspected. You had to pay somebody to inspect it. If the sheep didn’t pass inspection, you needed to get another sheep. Fortunately, there were sheep for sale out in the courtyard. They were temple-ready sheep, which meant they were already inspected and pre-approved. That meant they were going to be more expensive. Someone had to raise the sheep, take care of the sheep, feed the sheep, and inspect the sheep, and that took some money.

And then if you decided to buy the sheep, rather than take your own imperfect sheep back home, you could not reach into your purse and pull out your shekels. The temple did accept the shekels. You had to use temple money. So, you had to cash in your shekels for some temple money. Fortunately, there were people set up to do the trade. And they expected to be compensated, of course. They weren’t going to do it for free. For all we know, they might have had to pay a fee in order to set up their money-changing table. The temple wasn’t going to let anybody change shekels into temple money. They had to be approved, I’m sure.

See what was going on? All you wanted to do was go to the temple to pray. To thank God for a new child. To celebrate an abundant harvest. To offer a sacrifice for the cancellation of sins. And the whole time, it was costing you a lot of money. You thought the covenantal love of God was free, right? But to get official access to that covenantal love, somebody was going to hit you up for access fees. An emporium, to be sure.

It’s like those horror stories some of us have heard from various religious communities. A man and his wife have a baby. They ask the man’s brother to be the godparent. He is deeply honored. He willingly goes to sign the paperwork. And then the guy in charge says, “How do I know you will be a good godparent?” Well, I will take responsibility for the little guy’s spiritual instruction.

Then the guy in charge says, “Well, how will I really know you will be a good godparent?” Then the truth dawns. Then the potential godparent says, “Uh, do you take Venmo, PayPal, or personal check?”

Just one more example of what Jesus knows is in us. Someone always wants to turn access to God into Pay-Per-View. So, we can understand why Jesus says, “Tear this Temple down. If you want access to God, you have me instead.” He is the New Temple, the living Meeting Place where God encounters the human family. And he knows us. Not only knows us – he knows what is in us.

And from the Bible story, we get a second piece of prevailing human temperament. The Temple Keepers of Jesus’ time yelled at him for what he was doing. “What sign do you have for doing this? Give us a sign?” They want a sign. They want a signatory miracle. They want him to prove he has the authority to destroy the merchandising system that they have put in place. After all, the gold has to be shined up, the silver must be polished, the clergy have to be well-fed, and someone must be employed to sweep up the cigarette butts in the courtyard. “Show us a sign. Give us a miracle.”

Like King Herod once sang to the Superstar, “So if you are the Christ, the great Jesus Christ, prove to me that You're no fool, walk across my swimming pool.”[3]

Jesus won’t give them any such thing. Miracles are gifts, not demands. Miracles will not be manipulated as weapons. Miracles do not have a lot of staying power, since they are usually once-and-done. Most of all, miracles are widely misunderstood.

Remember that wedding party in Cana, in the story right before this one? Jesus gave them a sign, a quiet sign. And all the drunks said, “Wow, this is the best Manischewitz we’ve ever tasted. And look how much more of it there is! Why were they holding out on us?” They did not get it. They didn’t comprehend – because that is what is in us. It is the same lapse as that is in Adam and Eve and all of their children: the incomplete understanding of the generosity of God. And they demand what is not theirs to demand.

“Give us a sign.” The sign he gives them is himself. “Destroy this temple and I will lift it up in three days.” They did not understand. Therefore, says the writer of John, “Jesus did not entrust himself to them…because he knew what was in them.” And what was that? Well, I can’t say yet, but we have six more weeks of Lent to figure that out.

What I can say is it’s a relief to know that we are known. Don’t need to fake who we are. You don’t need to hide behind a couple of fig leaves. Don’t need to put on airs or charge people admission to see God. If there is good news today, it is that Jesus knows us and doesn’t run away in horror. No. He chooses to draw near. He chooses to engage. He chooses to reveal just enough truth that we have to keep working on what it means.

This is how we grow up in the faith. This is how we learn to trust. Not by demanding that grace should pour out of the faucet – but by praying to see the grace that is already up to our ankles. There is goodness and truth and access to God, for Christ has given himself as the sign. He has been raised up on the cross to take our sins away. He is raised up in power to be completely accessible to all. Because he knows what is in us. He knows us.

Have you ever thought what a powerful gift it is to have somebody who knows you? This is the truth of where the Gospel begins, perhaps in its deepest expression in one of the psalms, Psalm 139. To hear it fresh, this is how Eugene Peterson translated some of it:

God, I’m an open book to you;
    even from a distance, you know what I’m thinking.
You know when I leave and when I get back;
    I’m never out of your sight.
You know everything I’m going to say
    before I start the first sentence.
I look behind me and you’re there,
    then up ahead and you’re there, too—
    your reassuring presence, coming and going.
This is too much, too wonderful—
    I can’t take it all in!

Is there any place I can go to avoid your Spirit?
    to be out of your sight?[4]

The answer, of course, is nowhere. There is nowhere we can escape God. There is nowhere we can hide. God knows us. And he comes because of it, in spite of it, and beyond it – for God loves a corrupt world so much that he sends Jesus into it. He knew what was in us. That’s why he comes. That is good news.

(c) William G. Carter. All rights reserved.

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[1] From www.HeGetsUs.com.

[2] The Greek word is “emporion,” or “Emporium.”

[3] Andrew Lloyd Webber, “Herod’s Song” in Jesus Christ Superstar.

[4] Eugene Peterson, The Message, portion of Psalm 139.

Don't Tell Anybody About the Light Show

Matthew 17:1-9
February 15, 2026
William G. Carter

Day of Transfiguration

Six days later, Jesus took with him Peter and James and his brother John and led them up a high mountain, by themselves. And he was transfigured before them, and his face shone like the sun, and his clothes became bright as light. Suddenly there appeared to them Moses and Elijah, talking with him. Then Peter said to Jesus, "Lord, it is good for us to be here; if you wish, I will set up three tents here, one for you, one for Moses, and one for Elijah."

 

While he was still speaking, suddenly a bright cloud overshadowed them, and a voice from the cloud said, "This is my Son, the Beloved; with him I am well pleased; listen to him!" When the disciples heard this, they fell to the ground and were overcome by fear. But Jesus came and touched them, saying, "Get up and do not be afraid." And when they raised their eyes, they saw no one except Jesus himself alone.

 

As they were coming down the mountain, Jesus ordered them, "Tell no one about the vision until after the Son of Man has been raised from the dead."

 

“Tell no one.” It was one of the more curious things Jesus ever said. Especially in a moment like that. They saw Jesus standing on the mountain, his face shining like the sun. His clothes began to glow. It is one of the biggest razzle-dazzle moments in the Bible. And Jesus says, “Don’t tell anybody about it.”  

Picture it: a major light show. High on a mountain, visible for miles around. Difficult to hide from the curious public down below. Impossible to cover up. The sort of moment that grabs attention and doesn’t let go.

Like that night in northern New Mexico. I was retreating out in the red rocks, not far from where the Road Runner cartoons were filmed. The sun had set. The wind was whipping across the desert. On the horizon, there was an enormous flat-topped mountain named Pedernal, about ten thousand feet high. Pretty soon it was dark, then suddenly it wasn’t dark at all. The top of the mountain was all fired up.

There was nobody up there. That wilderness is rugged. But lights were flashing. Thunder crackled, even though there was no rain. Lightning zig-zagged. It was going sideways. What was it? Did a flying saucer land up there? Or something worse? That mountain is about fifteen miles as the eagle flies from the national atomic laboratory at Los Alamos. Later on, one of the locals called it an electrical storm. That seemed too small, and superficial. I don’t know what it was.

Jesus says, “Tell no one what you saw on the mountain.” Well, I’m telling you. Although I am not sure what I am able to tell you.

When the great preacher Barbara Brown Taylor stood in the pulpit one time, she read the story of the Transfiguration, then said, “Don’t say anything at all.” She stood there, looked up, wiped her brow. It was good advice. Jesus burst into flame – and then returned to normal. Those who saw it didn’t return to normal. Their perception of him changed dramatically. Matthew says it nearly scared them to death. Lights, dead people appear and start talking, then the Voice from the Bright Cloud. Who has the words to capture what this was? None of us really.

It’s almost a distraction from the story Matthew tells immediately before this one. In that previous episode, Jesus told the disciples something they didn’t want to hear. “I must go to Jerusalem,” he said, “and there I will suffer, be killed, and later on be raised.” Simon Peter said, “Not you! That isn’t going to happen to you.”

Jesus, said, “Hush up, boy. You’re on the wrong side of things. The way of God is all about giving yourself. Not about saving your own skin but giving yourself away.” They didn’t get it. One more thing, it’s so hard to understand. Then this moment. They didn’t understand that, either.

Then, right after this bright mountain moment, Jesus says it again. “I will suffer.” Just like the great prophet Elijah, he will suffer. And they didn’t want to hear it. They resisted before they climbed the mountain. They refused it on the way down the mountain. And in between resistance and refusal, they have this moment. That’s how the story is told.

Peter, James, and John climbed the mountain with their Master. When they got to the top, there was a bright light and a big Voice. If they could remember their Bible stories, it was just like what happened to Moses. He climbed another mountain all the way up into a cloud. And the book of Exodus says, “The appearance of the glory of the Lord was like a devouring fire on the top of the mountain in the sight of the Israelites.”[1] 

Now, catch that little detail: “in the sight of the Israelites.” That is, everybody saw it. It’s impossible to hide such an amazing light show. 

And Jesus said, “Don’t tell anybody about this. Not yet.” Why not? Well, the scholars seem to agree the razzle-dazzle transfiguration could be a distraction. After all, what did the big Voice say? “Listen to him.” Not “look at him,” but “Listen to him.” And what has he been saying? “I am going to the cross and then beyond it.” That is Christ’s mission. He has something to accomplish in Jerusalem. They don’t know what it is yet. How can they understand? It’s too early.

For he said, “Don’t tell anybody about this until after the Son of Man is raised from the dead.” That’s why we are hearing about it today. We are long after that first Easter, which means we are long after the cross. After all,  that’s when the New Testament Gospels were written down: after the events they describe, sometimes long enough after the events that the church could begin to connect the dots between those events that otherwise wouldn’t seem to connect.

Here are two: the Mount of Transfiguration and the hill where Jesus was crucified. Did you notice the points of connection? Check these out:

 

·       Here, on a mountain, is Jesus, revealed in glory; there, on a hill outside Jerusalem, is Jesus revealed in shame.

·       Here his clothes are shining white; there, they have been stripped off, and soldiers have gambled for them.

·       Here he is flanked by Moses and Elijah, two of Isrrael’s greatest heroes, representing the law and prophets;

there, he is flanked by two [criminals], representing the level to which Israel had sunk in rebellions against God.

·       Here, a bright cloud overshadows the scene; there, darkness comes upon the land.

·       Here Peter blurts out how wonderful it all is; there, he is hiding in shame after denying he even knows Jesus.

·       Here a voice from God declared that this is his wonderful son; there, a pagan soldier declares, in surprise, that this really was God’s son.

As N.T. Wright puts it, “The mountain-top explains the hill-top – and vice versa. Perhaps we only really understand either of them when we see it side by side with the other. Learn to see the glory in the cross; learn to see the cross in the glory; and you will have begun to bring together the laughter and the tears of the God who hides in the cloud, the God who is to be known in the strange person of Jesus himself.”[2]

And we can talk about this. Since he has been raised from the dead, we can talk about this. Yet the paradox of holding together transfiguration and crucifixion is difficult to capture it with our own thin words. We are in the presence of a deep mystery.

That’s what John Burgess discovered years ago. John teaches theology at Pittsburgh Seminary. A lifelong Presbyterian, he took a year-long academic sabbatical and took his family to Russia. He’s long been intrigued by the faith of the Russian Orthodox church. And stepping into a year with the Orthodox Church was even more dramatic than stepping into a foreign country.

For one thing, he said, “There are icons of the Transfiguration everywhere you look.” The hardships of life in Russia are held in creative tension with the glory of Christ. They are inseparable. If life is painful, Christ is still there. And if all is going well for you, you are never far from Christ’s cross. We cannot separate them.

For another thing, he said, as a lifelong Presbyterian, he confessed that our religious tribe can be too chatty. We talk too much (and thankfully, he wasn’t talking about our sermons). His suggestion is to listen a lot more, to gaze in wonder, to look beneath the grimy surface and see the glory that’s all around us. Especially the glory.

Protestants spend an awful lot of energy living sideways – caring for neighbors, addressing injustice, opening our arms to the diversity of the world. That’s well and good, although the tendency is to make our message so appealing that it concerns itself only with filling the offering plate and keeping our aging buildings open.

John says we would be served well if we drew more energy by looking upward. By gazing toward the God we can never totally understand, by standing before his holiness, by listening deeply rather filling the air with a lot of chatter. And he may be right about that. If keeping Sunday holy means anything at all, it means being still, hushing up, taking in all the gifts of heaven, and then shining the light we’ve received back into the world. The world needs to be reminded of God’s exceeding beauty. And Monday will needs some holiness, too.[3]

“Don’t tell anybody about the light show. Not yet.” That’s the corrective for talking too much or moving on too quickly. Hold it, instead. Hold those moments of glory when your eyes are opened and your heart is available. Take in the light. And then, reflect it wherever you go. Because a world like this desperately needs to see a whole lot more light. You are the ones to bear it wherever you go. Shine on, friends. Shine on with the holiness of Jesus.

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[1] Exodus 24:17

[2] N.T. Wright, Matthew for Everyone, Part 2 (Louisville: Westminster John Knox Press, 2002) 14-15.

[3] John P. Burgess, Encounters with Orthodoxy: How Protestant Churches Can Reform Themselves Again (Louisville: Westminster John Knox Press, 2013).

The Politics of Vulnerability

Matthew 5:1-12
February 1, 2026

William G. Carter  

When Jesus saw the crowds, he went up the mountain; and after he sat down, his disciples came to him.

Then he began to speak, and taught them, saying:

 "Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

 "Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.

 "Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth.

 "Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled.

 "Blessed are the merciful, for they will receive mercy.

 "Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God.

 "Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called children of God.

 "Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness' sake, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

 "Blessed are you when people revile you and persecute you and utter all kinds of evil against you falsely on my account. Rejoice and be glad, for your reward is great in heaven, for in the same way they persecuted the prophets who were before you. 

There they are: the beloved beatitudes. Nine blessings from the tongue of Jesus. It is the preface to his Sermon on the Mount. It’s the charter for every word he ever spoke – and every word he continues to speak. These twelve verses are a favorite text, among the most famous words in all of scripture. Our Sunday School teacher said, “These are important. Memorize them, just like you memorize the Lord’s Prayer.”

For better or worse, our teacher never mentioned them in terms of politics. That’s right, politics. Wait – why bring politics into this? Because of the origin of the word. Our English word “politics” has been around since the Greek philosopher Aristotle. It comes from the Greek word for city (“polis”) and the word for citizen (“polites”). It gives root to the word “policy.” It can be twisted out of shape when it becomes a “politician.”

But at its root, “politics” has to do with the forming of a people. It is how a community is created, how the life of a people is sustained. This is what Jesus has in mind when he speaks the Beatitudes. He is inaugurating a new community, one that he calls the “kingdom of heaven.” It is a new people, an alternative way of being in the world. It is constituted by his blessing. It is shaped by his values. It is, and always has been, a subset of the wider world – or as he calls it, “the yeast within the loaf.”[1]

The question at the heart of Jesus’ politics is simply this: who matters? He does not say “everybody.” That would be like saying “nobody.” Rather, Jesus turns a selective eye to those who come to him. Whom does he see?

            Not the mighty but the weak.

            Not the strong but the scared.

            Not the intact but the broken.

            Not the winners but those who have lost something. Or somebody.

            Not the powerful but the vulnerable.

Survey that list of blessings once again: poor in spirit, mourners, meek, hungry and thirsty for what’s right, merciful, pure of heart, makers of peace, persecuted for doing the right thing, hated for loving Jesus. There is not a powerful person on the list. Not a single one is defensive, arrogant, or insistent on their own way. If there is any trait that they hold in common, it is their vulnerability. They do not run the world. They cannot fix the world. In every way, they depend on the One who is the King of the Kingdom of Heaven.

If we are honest, that is all of us, at least some of the time. We put on good appearances. We try to come across as strong and capable. But Jesus sees us in our need. In that need, he gives his blessing. “God bless you… and you… and you.” Whoever, wherever, whenever. If you can hear him, the blessing is for you.

If, on the other hand, we are preoccupied with ourselves, there is no room for the Christ. If we are intent on running fast, we won’t know what we are missing until life slows us down. If we are preoccupied with climbing higher, we can forget who can catch us when we fall down. It’s just that simple. That’s why it’s so easy to miss. And that’s why Jesus insists on saying it. The kingdom of heaven is for those who need the King. Salvation is for those who need saving. This is the politics of vulnerability.

Are you in a place where you can hear this?

There is a left-handed power at work on Jesus. It comes from a different direction. It’s evident in the Beatitudes and what they do not say. Blessed are those who mourn; they will be comforted. When? How long? Blessed are the meek; they will inherit everything. How? What must they do? Jesus does not say. We simply must wait for God – and that’s the point.

A number of spiritually minded folks suggest the key to unlocking these nine blessings is the first one: Blessed are the poor in spirit. Everything seems drawn to the gravitational pull of that one. The poor in spirit are fundamentally incomplete. They have no resources within themselves. They know it, which means they have everything if they have God. It comes in the blessing, that great Hebrew words baruch atah, blessed are you.

Thinking about this text, Dale Bruner declares it is the essence of grace.

The paradox of the first Beatitude is that Jesus here sides precisely with those who fail what is needed before God, and who feel the failure. Thus the opening saying in the Sermon on the Mount teaches Jesus’ grace… (it) should be appropriately paraphrased, ‘Blessed are those who feel their real personal failure.’ Jesus blesses the spiritually inadequate. This holy paradox is the gospel.[2]

As he goes on to say,

It is those who feel their sin with hurt and penitence who are the really righteous, and it is those who are sure they are the righteous who need no repentance who are the real sinners. It is the dispirited who are often spiritual and live before God, and it is the marvelously inspired who often expire from God’s final presence. It is the poor before God to whom God can be rich, and it is those who feel they are peculiarly rich in God who miss the kingdom altogether.[3]

 To those who are weak, broken-down, broken-hearted, and vulnerable, the Christ says, “God bless you.” All of you. It’s remarkable. And the fact that so many of us can gather to hear this jolting announcement is a most gracious gift. It means we are together in this holy initiative of heaven.

 We can show mercy, make peace, tell the truth, and expose all distortions of the truth.

We can hunger and thirst for what is right, as we work to the benefit of all who hunger and thirst.

We can stay with those who hurt and grieve, and we can welcome their care when we hurt and grieve.

We can laugh at those who are so deeply invested in the devilish hurts of the world, for God has revealed their foolishness, and we can rejoice as we welcome the Christ that God has sent into the world.

This is what it is to be the citizens of God’s kingdom. We can be the blessing of God because we are receiving the blessing of God. “Blessed are you.” All of you.

Now, the world can be so intoxicated with itself that it finds all of this curious. Sometimes, in its desperation, it may reach for the words of Jesus and then twist them out of shape. Those who traffic in power and might never want to be exposed for how weak they are actually are. They will slather makeup on themselves to cover up their vulnerability. They promote their vanity projects and hope nobody notices the vanity.

Yet those who follow a crucified and risen Savior are never afraid to be honest. Sometimes they are even granted a moment to declare the truth. They reveal their citizenship in the kingdom of heaven.

There was that moment when Fred Rogers, a Presbyterian minister from Latrobe, Pennsylvania, was called to the stage to receive a lifetime achievement reward. The old-timers here may remember he had a television show for children. He was honored for his work. The person who welcomed him on the stage was a young man in a wheelchair. When he was a child, Jeff Erlanger had been a guest on Fred’s show. Now, he came to thank him for noticing him and dignifying him. Fred was blown away.

But then he paused, turned to an auditorium full of glittering actresses and handsome men, took a breath, and said these words:     

“Fame” is a four-letter word, and like "tape" or "zoom" or "face" or "pain" or "life" or "love" what ultimately matters is what we do with it. I feel that those of us in television are chosen to be servants. It doesn't matter what our particular job. We are chosen to help meet the deeper needs of those who watch and listen day and night.

 

Television needs to do all it can to show and tell what the good in life is all about. But how do we make goodness attractive? By doing whatever we can to bring courage to those whose lives move near our own, by treating our neighbor at least as well as we treat ourselves, and allowing that to inform everything that we produce.

 

Who in your life has been such a servant to you? Who has helped you love the good that grows within you? Let's just take ten seconds to think of some of those people who have loved us and wanted what was best for us in life, those who have encouraged us to become who we are tonight. Just ten seconds of silence. I'll watch the time.

 

Then he paused. Waited them out. Waited just long enough for some of them to take a breath, pause from their glory, and remember how others had helped them get through their lives. And then, he concluded,

 

No matter where they are, either here or in heaven, imagine how pleased those people must be to know that you thought of them right now. We all have only one life to live on earth. We have the choice of encouraging others to demean this life or to cherish it in creative, imaginative ways.[4]

It was a brief, rare moment when Truth (with a capital T) was revealed. The moment wasn’t about Fred, it was about others. The world’s values were flipped over by the blessing of the King. It’s true: all of us have an empty spot. The hurts come. We cannot complete our lives. Nobody gets out of this life healthy or intact.

But there’s good news in this vulnerability. We slow down. We notice our humanity. Then we claim Christ’s divinity, which is wrapped in his humanity. This is the open secret of the Gospel. No matter who we are, no matter what we have done or will leave undone, we are known. We are held. We are loved. We are blessed, that we might be a blessing. Blessed are you.

(c) William G. Carter. All rights reserved.

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[1] Matthew 13:33.

[2] F. Dale Bruner, The Christbook: A Historical/Theological Commentary, Matthew 1-12 (Waco, TX: Word Publishing, 1987) 137.

[3] Ibid.

[4] See the moment online at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TcNxY4TudXo

From Friend to Friend

John 1:35-51
January 18, 2026
William G. Carter

The next day John again was standing with two of his disciples, and as he watched Jesus walk by he exclaimed, “Look, here is the Lamb of God!” The two disciples heard him say this, and they followed Jesus. When Jesus turned and saw them following, he said to them, “What are you looking for?” They said to him, “Rabbi” (which translated means Teacher), “where are you staying?” He said to them, “Come and see.” They came and saw where he was staying, and they remained with him that day. It was about four o’clock in the afternoon. One of the two who heard John speak and followed him was Andrew, Simon Peter’s brother. He first found his brother Simon and said to him, “We have found the Messiah” (which is translated Anointed). He brought Simon to Jesus, who looked at him and said, “You are Simon son of John. You are to be called Cephas” (which is translated Peter).

 

The next day Jesus decided to go to Galilee. He found Philip and said to him, “Follow me.” Now Philip was from Bethsaida, the city of Andrew and Peter. Philip found Nathanael and said to him, “We have found him about whom Moses in the Law and also the Prophets wrote, Jesus son of Joseph from Nazareth.” Nathanael said to him, “Can anything good come out of Nazareth?” Philip said to him, “Come and see.” When Jesus saw Nathanael coming toward him, he said of him, “Here is truly an Israelite in whom there is no deceit!” Nathanael asked him, “Where did you get to know me?” Jesus answered, “I saw you under the fig tree before Philip called you.” Nathanael replied, “Rabbi, you are the Son of God! You are the King of Israel!” Jesus answered, “Do you believe because I told you that I saw you under the fig tree? You will see greater things than these.” And he said to him, “Very truly, I tell you, you will see heaven opened and the angels of God ascending and descending upon the Son of Man.”

 

We have been tracing the beginning of the Gospel, according to John. It begins with an enormous announcement, poetically given. “In the beginning was the Word. The Word was with God. The Word was God.” And then, “the Word became flesh.” It is an announcement of cosmic significance. Earth gets a visit from the One who made it. Some people saw this. They believed what they saw. They experienced the grace and truth of God. And some didn’t see it, didn’t believe it – but the grace and truth of God was here. 

The religious experts heard about a preacher, a wet preacher named John. They went out to see him. “Are you the One?” No. “Are you the second coming of the prophet Elijah?” No. “Are you an identified prophet?” No. “So, who are you?” John said, “I am a Bible verse: the voice crying in the wilderness.” It was clear. Somebody had come, somebody was hidden among them, and nobody could see him yet.

Then, today, as we heard, John said, “There he is. Look at him. That’s the Lamb of God.” Jesus was walking by. That’s it. Just walking by. No astounding miracle, no astonishing words. Just a man, on two feet, walking by. We don’t know any of the backstory. We have little of the context. The account doesn’t tell us if they knew one another or if they were related in any way. We have no clue why Jesus had come to stand among the sinners and be baptized. All John says is, “I saw a dove.” That’s it. He saw a dove. Now he says, “I see a Lamb.”

Can I dare say it wasn’t much? But it was enough. John the Baptist says what he sees. It starts a small chain reaction. There is no trumpet, no choir, no barking preacher. One person speaks to another, and another, and another. In his magisterial commentary on the Gospel of John, Dale Bruner says, “This is the birth of the church.”[1]

Yet it seems so small. This is the Word of God, the Logic of the Universe. He is the One through whom God created the heavens and earth. He is the Light of the world, the Grace and Truth, the Lamb of God. Look – and two people look and see a rather ordinary man, blending in with everybody else. He’s walking by. That’s it. Did you see him? Maybe. Maybe not. But if you do, you’ve got to tell somebody. And this is how the kingdom of God is revealed: from friend to friend. The Gospel grows sideways. It is not flashy. In every sense, it is down-to-earth. And it is real.

The story moves on. Jesus finds Philip. Who’s Philip? We don’t know. Just a guy. He comes from the same little fishing village where Andrew and Peter hail from. Bethsaida was a small town. He must have known them. And then Philip finds Nathanael. Who’s Nathanael? We don’t know. Just a friend of Philip. He is mentioned five times in this story, and not again until chapter 21.

Nathanael never makes the official list of the twelve disciples. There are people who think he should. Matthew, Mark, and Luke mention somebody named Bartholomew, but John never mentions anybody named Bartholomew. John mentions Nathanael. So, the pious interpreters say, “Maybe Nathanael is the same man as Bartholomew.” We don’t know.

All we know comes from the end of John’s book. In chapter 21, he is called “Nathanael of Cana in Galilee.” There was, as you recall, a “wedding in Cana of Galilee” (2:1). Maybe it was Nathanael’s wedding. Remember? It was the wedding where they ran out of wine, and Jesus had to make more wine? That story happens immediately after this one. It would be reasonable to surmise that Jesus says, “Nathanael, you will see greater things than our little banter, greater things than me telling you that I spotted you under a fig tree.” And the very next day (or as John says, “on the third day”), Jesus transforms the water into wine.

But here’s the thing: hardly anybody sees that, too. Even though it is the first miracle, or sign, of Christ, it happens at a wedding party when a lot of people were drinking heavily. Most of the miraculous moments in the Gospel of John happen out of sight. A lot of people miss them. Or they can be explained another way.

This is John’s way of reminding us that holiness does not happen in the sky; it happens on the ground. We don’t usually can’t see holiness in the huge, Technicolor miracle with 5.1 sound. That’s because the holiness of God is often in those moments when somebody’s life is touched and changed. God is in it somehow, somewhere, not for everybody to see unless they are looking in the right place.

That’s how it is with Nathanael, whoever he was. He hears about remarkable things about Jesus, but his hopes hit the ground with a thud when he discovers where Jesus is from. “Nazareth? Is he from Nazareth? Can anything good come out of Nazareth?” You know where Nazareth is? It’s around the bend from Forest City. Have you ever been to Forest City? Can anything good come out of Forest City? It’s just so normal. So ordinary.

When Jesus sees him, he says, “Look, here’s an Israelite without any nonsense. Not an ounce of baloney, hogwash, claptrap, or codswallop in that guy.” Nathanael replies, “Where did you get to know me?” To which Jesus says, “I saw you under the fig tree, before Philip called you.” Well, what fig tree? Do you know how many fig trees there are in Israel? They are everywhere.

And yet, the small moment opens to something far greater. Nathanael falls to his knees and says, “You’re a Rabbi! You are the Son of God! You are the King of Israel!” Without any theological training, he gets all those titles right: Rabbi, Son of God, King of Israel. He saw the One who had seen him.

John’s point is simple: Jesus comes among regular people who aren’t even looking for him. He signals to them that they are noticed and known. That’s all it takes to reveal there is a God who sees us in truth and grace. Then he invites them to tag along, to stay with him, to come and see what happens. Just maybe that dusty little village of Cana will be the place where heaven opens, and somebody will see the angels ascending and descending upon Jesus.

Every once in a while, something unusual happens somewhere in the world, and the God Squad goes there to mark it as a miracle site. A statue of the Virgin weeps. A disabled person drops the crutches and stands up healed. A Woodstock survivor who drove a purple VW bus once told me that Sedona, Arizona is the stairway to heaven; I don’t know what he had been smoking.

But here’s the thing: the Gospel of John announces any place can be that stairway. The Eternal Word of the Father becomes ordinary perspiring flesh. Christ comes down from God and stays incognito so much of the time. Holiness happens among the ordinary. Jesus awakens faith by spotting a guy under a fig tree. No big deal -- except for Nathanael.

This is the point of it all. The kingdom of God grows when ordinary people see something, then invite their friends to come and see. Nathanael comes to Jesus because Philip first invited him. There is something Philip had discovered about Jesus that prompted him to invite Nathanael to discover it for himself. We don’t know exactly what awakened Philip’s faith. We don’t know which fig tree Nathanael stood under.

What we do know is there was a chain reaction among friends. One friend saw it, spoke to another. The second friend saw it in a different way, and he spoke to somebody else. The Kingdom of God grows friend by friend in an invitation to authentic holiness. I’m talking about the only holiness there is, the kind of holiness in the middle of the everyday.

And the Gospel of John is exactly right. Sometimes we see it, sometimes we do not. As Eugene Peterson writes,

The hardest thing is to believe that God’s work – this dazzling creation, this astonishing salvation, this cascade of blessings – is all being worked out in and under the conditions of our humanity: at picnics and around dinner tables, in conversations and while walking along roads, in puzzled questions and homely stories… Everything Jesus does and says takes place within the limits and conditions of our humanity. No fireworks. No special effects. Yes, there are miracles, plenty of them. But because they are so much a part of the fabric of everyday life, very few notice. The miraculousness of the miracle is obscured by the ordinariness of the people involved.[2]

It happens. We know it happens. I’m working on my annual report for next month’s annual meeting. It takes a while. Those reports always come slowly. I mean, how do you sum up a church year? It’s far more than statistics and bragging about achievements.

Then I thought, “We eat a lot around here. And we serve a lot of food.” We collect food and distribute it. We receive food and create a monthly mobile food pantry. We go to the warehouse and package food for seniors who can’t afford groceries. When a loved one dies, we put on a meal for all the family and friends, free of charge. Next weekend, we will have about twenty crockpots of chili downstairs; we will risk blowing out the fuse box to raise funds for a shelter of teenagers who have been thrown out of their homes. All of this gives you a perspective on coffee hour, doesn’t it” There’s something more than food going on. Something like grace and truth – if you’re there to see it. And if we do, we can invite our friends to see what we see. Maybe they will.

Our friend Jim isn’t in the room today. He’s visiting relatives in another state, so that frees me up to tell a Jim story. For many years, he was a pastor serving a church downstream on the Susquehanna River. A flood wiped out his town. People were shocked. Homes were destroyed. That big old church building took on a lot of water. The people lost so much. Some of us went down to help. We threw his pastoral library into a dumpster. We dragged the waterlogged pew cushions out to the curb.

Even before all the water receded, an elderly man also showed up with work gloves and a bucket. Jim mumbled, “Oh no, not him.” The man belonged to another church, a contentious bunch of rascals. He was known around the area to be nothing but trouble. And then this volunteer says, “The people of your church helped me when I was flooded in 1972. I need to be here to help all of you.”

Jim said it was as if heaven opened and the angels of God ascended and descended right there. Right there. In the mud, for God’s sake. Right there. My friend praised God. Then the circle grew as friends invited friends to come and see what God was doing right there.

The writer and artist Madeline L’Engle said it best: “We do not draw people to Christ by loudly discrediting what they believe, by telling them how wrong they are and how right we are, but by showing them a light that is so lovely that they want with all their hearts to know the source of it.”[3]

For the Kingdom has come among us – because the King has come among us. He is the Lamb of God, the Son of God, the Son of Man, the King of Israel, the Messiah, and our very own Rabbi. He sees you and he invites you to see him. Come and see.

(c) William G. Carter. All rights reserved.

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[1] Frederick Dale Bruner, The Gospel of John: A Commentary (Grand Rapids: William B. Eerdmans, 2012) 99.

[2] Eugene Peterson, Christ Plays in Ten Thousand Places (Grand Rapids: Eerdmans, 2005) 34.

[3] Madeline L’Engle, Walking on Water: Reflections on Faith and Art (New York: Macmillan, 1995) 122.