one week in micah four

It all started as I was reading Alan Kreider’s The Patient Ferment of the Early Church. On page 92, he quotes Gerhard Lohfink making what seemed to me, on a first reading, to be a most extraordinary claim: “(Is 2:2-4; Micah 4.1-4) is the prophetic passage the early Christian writers cited more often than any other.”
I found that so hard to believe. Take a poll today and I reckon the response to ‘cited more often than any other’ would be a couple of chapters later—Micah 6.8! But if it is good enough for the church in those early centuries, it is good enough for me. I settled on the Micah version (because, to be honest, my first grandchild is named Micah) and then I popped across to biblegateway.com and created the sheet that is my first step on the way to a new sermon…

A few days later it was my turn to write the opening comments for our Langham Preaching weekly prayer bulletin. You guessed it. Micah 4 became the basis of a brief reflection:
“… I’ve decided to live in this passage for a season. Although they are almost exactly the same, Micah has an entire verse which Isaiah excludes: Everyone will sit under their own vine and under their own fig-tree, and no-one will make them afraid, for the Lord Almighty has spoken (Micah 4.4). 
Sitting under my own vine, my own fig tree. What a picture this is—of a personal, familial and vocational fearlessness because the word of God has spoken. It is a picture that grows faint and dim in a pandemic. But as is always the case in times of trouble, the solution is found in walking with God, which is where Micah travels in the next verse: All the nations may walk in the name of their gods; we will walk in the name of the Lord our God for ever and ever (Micah 4.5). 
The word of God and the walk with God…”

I wrote these words on the Friday. They went out on the Monday. 

On the Tuesday I received this response from Riad, a colleague living in Lebanon, a country being devastated by economic, political, pandemic and explosive crises, all within the space of a few months.
“Warm greetings from Zahle! Thank you so very much for sharing these thoughts. You made my day by bringing to my mind such fond memories … 
When I was a child we did not only sit under our vine, we slept under it for many nights. Summer is a hot season in the Middle East. It was such a refreshing time to sleep under the vine after having a simple meal of bread, white cheese, olives and fresh grapes from the vine! My grandparents had such a wonderful vine covering their entire roof. Every winter I looked forward to the time when it will be possible to sleep under the vine … I did that for over 13 years.
Even now in our small garden in Zahle we have five vines and a fig tree and whenever I prune them, pick up their fruit, or even pass by them I recall Micah 4.4. In the midst of what is going on in Lebanon, Syria, Palestine and the whole region we look forward for the time when we will be able to sit under the vine and the fig tree. Blessings and peace!”

Then, in the early hours of Thursday morning, I was watching the final moments of the Joe Biden inauguration. Amanda Gorman steps up to the podium and recites her poetry. WOW. When I hear someone speak of the pointlessness of speech today, or the ‘humiliation of the word’ (Ellul), I’ll be sending them this link—along with Mhairi Black’s maiden speech in the Scottish parliament a few years ago. In fact, even as I write, I am shaping ideas on a preaching class devoted to the juxtaposition of these two speeches by these two young women on differing sides of the Atlantic. They encompass so much of what can still be so effective about speaking. Anyhow, I almost fell out of my chair when Amanda Gorman grafts Micah 4.4 into her poem…
That was Thursday.  On Friday I received a message from Mark, another colleague, with these comments and this link:
“In the musical Hamilton, (Micah 4.4) is what George Washington sings to his secretary, Alexander Hamilton, when he is explaining why he must retire. It is a beautiful moment in the show. And this performance here is especially moving because the cast and band sing it to President Obama in the White House just before he leaves…” 

I had no knowledge of the prominence of the ‘fig tree and vine’ imagery in the American story. Martin Luther King used the imagery in his Nobel Prize acceptance speech. George Washington is said to have quoted it 50 times in the final decades of his life. Writing about him, Dreisbach notes how “The imagery of reposing under one’s own vine and fig tree vividly captures the agrarian ideals of simplicity, contentment, domestic tranquility, and self-sufficiency’ (Anglican and Episcopal History 76.3 (2007), 299-300). For the oppressed and enslaved, and for those enduring a pandemic, it is imagery to be cherished, loaded with hope. I long for its full fulfilment in the lives of God’s people worldwide.

Now I really, really want to preach from this passage…

nice chatting

Paul

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the art of unpacking

After a childhood in India, a theological training in the USA and a pastoral ministry in Southland (New Zealand), I spent twenty years in theological education in New Zealand — first at Laidlaw College and then at Carey Baptist College, where I served as principal. In 2009 I began working with Langham Partnership and since 2013 I have been the Programme Director (Langham Preaching). Through it all I've cherished the experience of the 'gracious hand of God upon me' and I've relished the opportunity to 'unpack', or exegete, all that I encounter in my walk through life with Jesus.

2 Comments

  1. Heather on January 28, 2021 at 1:51 pm

    Interesting! I read the quarterly-ish magazines of Manna Gum in Australia, an organisation thinking about how to live Christianly in economic/material life. They quote the idea of the 'vine and fig tree' all the time – generally in terms of God providing what we need for rich lives, so we don't need to grasp for everything. I'm pretty sure the key people in Manna Gum have Anabaptist connections, which would link them to aspects of the US church. We also have neighbours who met through Mennonite missions, and they quote it often also. Like your Lebanese friend, I am blessed with a garden with a vine and a fig tree (both currently nearing harvest!) and looking at them reassures me as those words often echo in my head 🙂

  2. the art of unpacking on February 8, 2021 at 6:07 am

    Never heard of Manna Gum. I shall explore, Heather!

    I also have a fig tree — and a vine flowing across form the neighbour — but neither seem to be in as good condition as yours, or my friend in Lebanon.

    Warm greetings

    Paul

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