Full sermon notes - Temptations

Luke 4:1-13

1. Then Jesus, full of the Holy Spirit, returned from the Jordan River and was led by the Spirit into the wilderness,
2. where for forty days he endured temptations from the devil. He ate nothing during those days, and when they were completed, he was famished.
3. The devil said to him, “If you are the Son of God, command this stone to become bread.”
4. Jesus answered him, “It is written, ‘Man does not live by bread alone.’”
5. Then the devil led him up to a high place and showed him in a flash all the kingdoms of the world.
6. And he said to him, “To you I will grant this whole realm—and it’s glory, for it has been given to me, and I can give it to anyone I wish.
7. So then, if you will worship me, all this will be yours.”
8. Jesus answered him, “It is written, ‘You are to worship the Lord your God, and him only shall you serve.’”
9. Then the devil brought him to Jerusalem, had him stand on the highest point of the temple, and said to him, “If you are the Son of God, throw yourself down from here,
10. for it is written, ‘He will command his angels concerning you, to protect you,’
11. and ‘with their hands they will lift you up, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.’”
12. Jesus answered him, “It is said, ‘You are not to put the Lord your God to the test.’”
13. So when the devil had completed every temptation, he departed from him until a more opportune time.

(Net Bible)

• When God tested Israel with hunger,
  • instead of trusting that the God who had brought them supernaturally out of Egypt would not let them die because of nothing to eat
  • They complained and grumbled
• God did a re-run of this test with Jesus, and he passed!

• Two other times that Israel failed when they were tested

2. They made a golden calf and worshipped it
3. At a place called Massah they tried to pick a fight with God over whether he would provide water for them to drink
   • Moses so angry he hit the rock

• So, Israel failed, but Jesus passed the test so that it is possible for us to do so
• In a moment we will see there is also a strong parallel with Adam & Eve in the Garden of Eden

• I find this very helpful: “know your enemy”
  • When I am tempted, it is a big help to know my own weakness and Satan’s plan of attack

• If God really cared about me, then he would have provided for me
  • now I have to take matters into my own hands
• (Story of pastor and family in a small town more than 100 years ago. Christmas eve, pastor’s wife angry with God.)

Experience of a Minister’s Wife on the Frontier

I remember a day during one winter that stands out like a boulder in my life. The weather was unusually cold, our salary had not been regularly paid, and it did not meet on needs when it was. My husband was away traveling from one district to another much of the time. Our boys were well, but my little Ruth was ailing, and at best none of us were decently clothed. I patched and repatched, with spirits sinking to their lowest ebb. The water gave out in the well, and the wind blew through the cracks in the floor.

The people in the parish were kind, and generous, too, but the settlement was new, and each family was struggling for itself. Little by little, at the time I needed it most, my faith began to waver. Early in life I was taught to take God at His word, and I thought my lesson was well learned. I had lived upon the promises in dark times, until I knew, as David did, “who was my Fortress and Deliverer.” Now a daily prayer for forgiveness was all that I could offer. My husband’s overcoat was hardly thick enough for October, and he was often obliged to ride miles to attend some meeting or funeral. Many times our breakfast was Indian cake, and a cup of tea without sugar. Christmas was coming; the children always expected their presents. I remember the ice was thick and smooth, and the boys were each craving a pair of skates. Ruth, in some unaccountable way, had taken a fancy that the dolls I had made were no longer suitable; she wanted -a nice large one, and insisted in praying for it. I knew it was impossible; but, oh! How I wanted to give each child its present. It seemed as if God had deserted us, but I did not tell my husband all this. He worked so earnestly and heartily, I supposed him to be as hopeful as ever. I kept the sitting-room cheerful with an open fire, and tried to serve our scanty meals as invitingly as I could.

The morning before Christmas, James was called to see a sick man. I put up a piece of bread for his lunch — it was the best I could do — wrapped my plaid shawl around his neck, and then tried to whisper a promise, as I often had, but the words died away upon my lips. I let him go without it. That was a dark, hopeless day. I coaxed the children to bed early, for I could not bear their talk. When Ruth went, I listened to her prayer; she asked for the last time most explicitly for her doll, and for skates for her brothers. Her bright face looked so lovely when she whispered tome: “You know I think they’ll be here early tomorrow morning, mamma,” that I thought I could move heaven and earth to save her from disappointment. I sat down alone, and gave way to the most bitter tears.

Before long James returned, chilled and exhausted. He drew off his boots; the thin stockings slipped off with them, and his feet were red with cold. “I wouldn’t treat a dog that way; let alone a faithful servant,” I said. Then, as I glanced up and saw the hard lines in his face and the look of despair, it flashed across me, James had let go, too. I brought him a cup of tea, feeling sick and dizzy at the very thought. He took my hand, and we sat for an hour without a word. I wanted to die and meet God, and tell Him his promise wasn’t true; my soul was so full of rebellious despair.

There came a sound of bells, a quick stop, and a loud knock at the door. James sprang up to open it. There stood Deacon White. “A box came for you by express just before dark. I brought it around as soon as I could get away. Reckoned it might be for Christmas; at any rate, they shall have it tonight. Here is a turkey my wife asked me to fetch along, and these other things I believe belong to you. There was a basket of potatoes and a bag of flour. Talking all the time, he hurried in the box, and then with a hearty good-night rode away. Still, without speaking, James found a chisel and opened the box. He drew out first a thick red blanket, and we saw that beneath was full of clothing. It seemed at that moment as if Christ fastened upon me a look of reproach. James sat down and covered his face with his hands. “I can’t touch them,” he exclaimed; “I haven’t been true, just when God was trying me to see if I could hold out. Do you think I could not see how you were suffering? And I had no word of comfort to offer. I know now how to preach the awfulness of turning away from God.” “James,” I said, clinging to him, “don’t take it to heart like this; I am to blame, I ought to have helped you. We will ask Him together to forgive us.” “Wait a moment dear, I cannot talk now;” then he went into another room. I knelt down, and my heart broke; in an instant all the dark-ness, all the stubbornness rolled away. Jesus came again and stood before me, but now with the loving word: “Daughter!” Sweet promises of tenderness and joy flooded my soul. I was so lost in praise and gratitude that I forgot everything else. I don’t know how long it was before James came back, but I knew he too had found peace. “Now, my dear wife,” said he, “let us thank God together;” and then he poured out words of praise; Bible words, for nothing else could express our thanksgiving. It was eleven o’clock, the fire was low, and there was the great box, and nothing touched but the warm blanket we needed. We piled on some fresh logs, lighted two candles, and began to examine our treasures. We drew out an overcoat; I made James try it on; just the right size, and I danced around him; for all my light heartedness had returned. Then there was a cloak, and he insisted in seeing me in it. My spirits always infected him, and we both laughed like foolish children. There was a warm suit of clothes also, and three pair of woolen hose. There was a dress for me, and yards of flannel, a pair of arctic overshoes for each of us, and in mine was a slip of paper. I have it now, and mean to hand it down to my children. It was Jacob’s blessing to Asher: “Thy shoes shall be iron and brass, and as thy days so shall thy strength be.” In the gloves, evidently for James, the same dear hand had written: “I, the Lord thy God, will hold thy right hand, saying unto thee: Fear not, I will help thee.” It was a wonderful box, and packed with thoughtful care. There was a suit of clothes for each of the boys, and a little red gown for Ruth. There were mittens, scarfs, and hoods; down in the center, a box; we opened it, and there was a great wax doll.

I burst into tears again; James wept with me for joy. It was too much; and then we both exclaimed again, for close behind it came two pair of skates. There were books for us to read; some of them I had wished to see; stories for the children to read, aprons and underclothing, knots of ribbon, a gay little tidy; a lovely photograph, needles, buttons, and thread; actually a muff, and an envelope containing a ten-dollar gold piece. At last we cried over everything we took up. It was past midnight, and we were faint and exhausted even with happiness. I made a cup of tea, cut a fresh loaf of bread, and James boiled some eggs. We drew up the table before the fire; how we enjoyed our supper! And then we sat talking over our life, and how sure a help God always proved. You should have seen the children the next morning; the boys raised a shout at the sight of their skates. Ruth caught up her doll, and hugged it tightly without a word; then she went into her room and knelt by her bed. When she came back she whispered to me: “I knew it would be here, mamma, but I wanted to thank God just the same, you know.” “Look here, wife, see the difference.” We went to the window, and there were the boys out of the house already, and skating on the crust with all their might. My husband and I both tried to return thanks to the church in the East that sent us the box, and have tried to return thanks unto God every day since.

Hard times have come again and again, but we have trusted in Him; dreading nothing so much as a doubt of His protecting care. Over and over again we have proved that, “They that seek the Lord shall not want any good thing.”

• He knows I am lonely and need someone
• If he doesn’t provide, then I am going to do it my way
• This doesn’t mean we have to be passive: obviously we are supposed to work if we can to meet our needs
  • the point is that we live within God’s will for us
• We are specially vulnerable to the “flesh” when we are tired or weak
  • comfort eating
  • watching something we shouldn’t
  • drinking too much
  • often it is not things bad in and of themselves (and that is part of Satan’s ploy)
• The flesh is illogical—like comfort eating when we know we will feel bad afterwards
  • Satan has a “one-two punch”
  • The very moment he has succeeded in tempting us, he switches to being the accuser and starts to tell us what a useless loser we are for falling into the sin.

• You may be surprised for me to put some of these in the category of temptation
• Some of the people who live near me are very affluent and cultured
• Not tempted so much by the flesh, but by indulgence in culture: art, theatre, music, beautiful homes
  • again, not wrong in and of themselves
  • but ultimately it is idolatry (as it would have been for Jesus)
  • Jesus was shown the glory of all the nations, and there is glory, but it is a glory that is fading away
    • to become taken up with this man-made glory (rather than God) is idolatry
• If the temptation of the flesh would be to watch inappropriate content on TV
  • this would be to watch documentaries and drama at times when Jesus is calling us to do something else
    • not wrong things, but being taken up with them
• For me it might be wanting a new camera or guitar or computer
  • At one time I was thinking of getting a new camera
  • I looked at adverts, read reviews, and it was taking up more and more of my thinking
    • I was trying to weigh up whether I could justify spending the money on the camera
    • But then I realized that the real problem was the time and energy I was putting into thinking about it.
      • It was just taking up too much mind-share.

• Fame is so addictive
• The watching crowds would instantly honour him and he would be crowned king by the cheering masses
• (story of when I played lead guitar in NTR)
• that kind of adulation is incredibly addictive

• A High Priest is there to provide forgiveness for sin.
  • Jesus is ready to forgive you!
  • He is sympathetic and has endured every kind of temptation
  • He knows exactly what it is like!
• When a little child trips over and falls headfirst in the mud
  • the loving parent doesn’t shout at it, but picks it up and lovingly washes it clean
• Jesus taught us to forgive 70 x 7. Do you not think he will forgive you?
• So he helps us in both ways
  • he gives us power to have victory in temptation
  • and when we fail, as we often will, he is there to forgive us

Updated on 2011-07-11 by Andrew Fountain