The City of God, a sermon based on Genesis 2: 4b-9 and Revelation 21: 1-6, preached on May 18, 2025

Our Bible begins in the garden, but it ends in a city. According to the book of Revelation, when we come to our end, we will be welcomed into a holy city, the new Jerusalem, the City of God. In that place, death will be no more. Mourning and crying and pain will be no more. Jesus tells us that in that city, there is a mansion with many rooms. There will be a room for me and a room for you, and when we get there, we won’t have to worry anymore about cancer or poverty, death or taxes, crime or inflation. We won’t spend time worrying about when the next shoe is going to drop, for God will be with us, making all things right and all things new. This is the promise of Scripture, that some bright morning, when this life is over, I’ll fly away, to that home on God’s celestial shore, where joys will never end. We anticipate that day, not with fear, but with faith. We live as those expecting the world to be put together perfectly. We are not the kind of people who fear that the world will go to hell in a handbasket, for we know that the day is coming when sin will be no more. In that city, our God will heal what’s broken. We will be so filled with the love of God that there will be no more room in our hearts for selfishness or greed. We will be made new, as our God puts right all that’s gone wrong. My friends, Scripture promises, the book of Revelation promises, that this fallen world will be made new, yet Christians have never been satisfied just waiting for that to happen. For 2,000 years, Christians in every nation under heaven, while taking heart in the promise of what is to come, have worked to make this world cloaked in shadow just a little brighter. We are called to be healers of the breach. We are called to be a balm for a wounded world, to be salt and light. We were created to be a blessing to the nations. While we wait for justice to come rolling down, we also work for justice. While we wait expectantly for redemption to come, we’ve also built schools, hospitals, and orphanages. Some even went so far as to leave their homes behind in the hope of creating a more perfect union built on the love of God and the love of neighbor. In 1630, Rev. John Winthrop preached a sermon in a boat among fellow settlers just before they reached the Massachusetts Bay Colony. In that sermon, he called their new colony to be “as a city upon a hill. A light to the nations,” and I’m not going to say that those colonists achieved their goal of bringing heaven to earth, but they didn’t sit around waiting for this world to get better all on its own. They got to work. They stepped out in faith. They tried to start a new country that was built differently than their old one. They attempted to create a new nation defined by decency and order, mercy and justice. They longed for a nation where the politicians were honorable, where hard work was rewarded with a fair wage, and no one went into debt after buying a week’s worth of groceries. My friends, in so many ways, we are living in a blessed city. We live in a place that often seems to me to be pretty close to Mayberry, or to the bar in Cheers. Marietta can feel like a place where everybody knows your name. For example, last week, I walked into a restaurant on the Square for lunch, and at a booth in the back was a table. Nearly every woman seated there to celebrate a birthday, I knew by name. One was a former teacher at the elementary school I attended. Others were members of this church. After greeting them, I joined the pastors of First Baptist Church and Zion Baptist Church and the director of Mayes Ward Funeral home for lunch to discuss the future of our parking lots. The waitress came and introduced herself. Rev. Brandon Owen of First Baptist Church invited her to his church because that’s what Baptists do, but notice that we all had lunch together because that’s what pastors in this town do. I give thanks to God for such a close-knit community. I’m so thankful that we live in a town where the pastors of the churches don’t compete with one another, but work together for the common good, and yet, there are newlywed members of this church who are trying to buy a house in which to raise their family, and they can’t afford much closer than Acworth. Our city’s elementary schools offer food pantries because so many of their students live in homes where the cupboards are bare. Too many of them have no address, for they live out of their cars. Too many of them have parents who work but can’t make ends meet. We live in a society of wealth and poverty. Some have savings accounts and others are drowning in debt. On the one hand, I think of Marietta, Georgia as a city on a hill, a bright light in a world of shadow; however, we are not yet the community that God calls us to be. My friends, the call of God is not to wait until we make it to those Pearly Gates to live in a city of justice and peace, but to walk towards such a reality today. Now, maybe you’re thinking: What can I do about the brokenness and injustice of our world? I think that way sometimes. Last week, I had breakfast with a representative of the Presbyterian Foundation. The Presbyterian Foundation is this big, well-funded organization responsible for managing the endowment entrusted to the Presbyterian Church. Because they have so much money, I asked the representative if she thought the Presbyterian Foundation would get our denomination moving in the right direction again, and she looked at me and asked, “Why are you waiting for us, when the light of Jesus Christ is shining in you?” Why are you waiting for something to come along to make a change in this world when the light shines so brightly in you? My friends, don’t wait for someone else to do what you are more than capable of doing. The light shines in you, so reach out your hands in love to your neighbor. Walk into the jail. Visit the sick. Use the gifts you’ve been given to the glory of the Lord. When you do, you make our community a little more like the City of God. Amen.