1 Thessalonians 2:9-13
A Sermon for the Twenty-third Sunday after Pentecost
Do you know any magic words? To be sure, we know of magic words in fairy tales. Like “Abracadabra” and “Open Sesame.” In the Middle Eastern folktale, Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves, at the command, “Open Sesame!” a door hidden in a rock wall opens to reveal a cave filled with treasure. In Cinderella, magic words turn pumpkins into royal coaches, and mice into coachmen.
In short, in fairy tales there are words that can make things happen. What about real life? What about our life as Christians?
The name of God is like a magic word. In the Old Testament there’s idea that when you have somebody’s name, you have access to them, to their power and protection. We think of the story of the burning bush in Exodus 3:14. The Lord gives them his name, Yahweh, and from then on, they can call on him. Even more than that, he has power over them, power to protect them and guide their destiny. He is their Lord; they are his people.