An Unlikely Victory--November 21, 2024
"For whatever is born of God conquers the world. And this is the victory that conquers the world, our faith. Who is it that conquers the world but the one who believes that Jesus is the Son of God?" [1 John 5:4-5]
Come on, John. Really? Can we be serious and realistic for a moment here? The thing that conquers the world is our faith--really? The one who conquers the world is the one who believes in Jesus? That just seems either patently false or hopelessly, quixotically out of touch. Saying that faith conquers the world seems like the sort of thing you can do only with your eyes closed and the windows shut--especially for John, living in the first century AD. All he has to do is open his eyes and look out the front door to see the presence of the Romans everywhere--they sure look the part of world conquerors. The Romans ruled the known world in John's day--at least the world that John lived in. The Romans had established their conquest and built it on military victories over decades. And to the ordinary man-on-the-street in the 1st century territory of the empire, it was obvious that "the one who conquers the world" was none other than Caesar, the man at the top of the whole Roman war machine. In the first century AD, Rome saw itself as the picture of "greatness," and Caesar saw himself as the "greatest of the great" at the top of the heap. So if you would have asked John's rhetorical question, "Who is it that conquers the world?" to an actual person at random in the first century, their first response would likely have been, "The Emperor, of course!"
Now, I am going to go out on a limb for a moment and make an assumption--that our author here, John, was not a stupid man. Even bracketing out for a moment the inspiration of the Holy Spirit speaking as John wrote, John himself seems like a bright enough guy to know that the Empire was all around them. And he doesn't seem to be so thick-headed as to miss the presence of centurions marching through the streets carrying their banners with the Empire's mottos and images of Caesar to remind everybody just who it was that called the shots.
So for John to say, so matter-of-factly, that obviously it is "our faith" that conquers the world, it's not that he's temporarily forgotten about the Empire. If you whispered politely to John, "Pssst--what about Caesar? Isn't he the one who has conquered the world?" he wouldn't blush and say, "Oh, dear, well, I'd forgotten about him--obviously he's really the one who has conquered the world." No, John makes his statement in full view of the Emperor and all of his soldiers, with his eyes open and the curtains on the windows pulled back wide. And John says, anyway, with a certain holy defiance, as a detachment of soldiers walks by out past his front porch, "Nope--it's not them or their swords and spears that conquer the world. Nope--it's not the Empire with its banners and imperial propaganda in big gold letters and memorable slogans. Nope--it's not the man with the crown whose face in on all the coins who calls the shots. It's Jesus, and because it's Jesus who conquers the world, so do all those who trust him."
John says this plainly, like it's the most obvious thing in the world to him, knowing that to any bystander he must sound like he's crazy. "Nope, it's not the armies outside the door who run the show. It's Jesus, and it's by the strange power of faith that we share his victory, too," he says. The Christian community does that, too. While so many others are sure that the United States is the last great superpower, or worries about the growing specter of Chinese power and influence across the Pacific, or of authoritarian war-mongering out of Russia, or whatever else the day's news on the international stage is, we Christians believe (or at least, we should, if we believe half of what we say every Sunday morning) that Jesus really is victorious over them all and has conquered the world already in his death and resurrection.
We do not believe that the one with the biggest stockpile of weapons wins the day, or that the one with the most gold makes the rules. We do not need to worry, at least in the big picture, about whether our country is losing its influence around the world or whether there will have to be room in the public square for more voices than there were before. We do not belong, in the end, to this country or this society. Our "home team" that we cheer for is not the U.S.A., but rather the Reign of God and its scar-wearing King. And we have been given the assurance that Jesus has already overcome the other forces in the world that rage against him--and he has done it, not by marching armies in anywhere, but through the self-giving suffering love of a cross and the surprising power of the resurrection.
That's the message we announce to the world, knowing full well ahead of time that it will sound absurd to many around who can only see the centurions and images of Caesar around us. We are people who live as though the whole world has been reclaimed by its Creator, and that the Creator has done in through the execution (albeit, an ultimately unsuccessful one) of an unarmed rabbi at the hands of the ones who pretended that they really ruled the world. He is the one we cling to, and the grip by which we hold on to him and share in his victory is called faith. That's what it means for us to be victorious, despite all the other forces out there, over the world by faith in Jesus, the Son of God. It is an unlikely kind of victory, but it is ours already, because of Jesus, who is himself an unlikely sort of victor.
For all of the Emperor's self-important bluster, he is naked, even if nobody else has the guts to say it out loud. Jesus has already overcome the world clothed in reckless self-giving love.
Lord Jesus, let us trust that you do really reign, even when it doesn't look like it in the eyes of the surrounding world. And let us be willing to stake our lives on that reign, and so share in the victory that is already yours.