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The Unknown God
A Sermon about the Idols of Yesterday and Today
Acts 17:16–31
(Note: Sermons can be heard in audio format at https://millersburgmennonite.org/worship/sermon-audio/)
In our scripture this morning, Paul walks into Athens, a city overflowing with religion, beauty, ideas, temples, shrines, altars, arguments, and gods.
Athens is not empty.
Athens is crowded.
And Paul is deeply troubled.
Paul is not troubled because Athens is secular. He is troubled because Athens is religious in all the wrong ways. The city is full of worship, but empty of surrender. Full of gods, but not the living God. Full of altars but still haunted by absence.
For among all those altars, Paul notices one inscription:
To an unknown god.
What a haunting phrase.
In the middle of all the Athenians’ certainty, there is still this admission: we may have missed something. We may not know as much as we think. There may still be a God we have not recognized.
And I wonder if that is not where many people are right now.
Not atheists necessarily. Not even irreligious. But uncertain. Searching. Guarded. Spiritual, yet suspicious of certainty. Curious yet afraid of being closed off or closed in. Open and yet not really able to surrender to truth. Religious and yet still missing God.
La Atenas de Pablo no es solamente historia antigua; también describe nuestro mundo de hoy.
So Athens is not just ancient history.
Athens is now.
Let us pray.
May the words of my mouth and the meditations of our hearts be acceptable in your sight, O God, our Rock and our Redeemer. Amen.
Homily
Like the Athens of Paul’s day, our world today is full of altars too.
Altars to nation. Altars to wealth. Altars to image. Altars to safety. Altars to tribe. Altars to ideology. Altars to the market. Altars to the screen. Altars to the self.
We, like the Athenians, have all kinds of gods.
One reason I think our public discourse feels so fractured is that we are not just arguing about small things. We are bringing completely different belief systems into the room.
In Athens there were Jews who worshiped the one living God; God-fearing Greeks drawn toward that God but not fully committed; Epicureans who sought calm and freedom from fear; Stoics who valued reason, virtue, order, and discipline; and this strange altar to an unknown god, an altar that says, “We do not want to miss the divine. We know there is more than we can name.”
Paul proclaims a God who is not vague, not distant, not merely a principle, not one more option in the marketplace of ideas. Paul proclaims the God who made the world and everything in it, the God who gives life and breath to all, the God who cannot be reduced to shrines or captured in gold or silver or stone or circuitry, the God who is near to all, the God who now calls all people everywhere to repent because God has raised Jesus from the dead.
Pablo anuncia que Dios no es una idea vaga ni un ídolo más, sino el Creador que da vida, aliento y resurrección.
Some may believe truth is revealed and binding. Others are spiritual, but indefinite. Others have been wounded by the church and do not know whether the word “God” is invitation or threat.
And into all of that, Christian witness says: the world belongs to its Creator, and history has turned in the resurrection of Jesus Christ.
When Paul is brought to the Areopagus, we might imagine a cozy invitation. Maybe there is curiosity there, but there is also something more serious. Paul is being examined. Tested. Weighed. Asked to explain himself in public.
Paul is heard, but under suspicion.
And how does he respond?
Not with coercion. Not with panic. Not with silence. Not with flattery. Not with domination.
He responds with witness.
Paul pays attention. He listens. He observes. He starts where the people are.
Pablo no responde con poder o miedo, sino con atención, humildad y testimonio.
Paul does not begin by quoting Moses. He does not begin where he is most comfortable. He begins with what his hearers can recognize: their altar, their poets, their longing, their language of divine nearness.
My friends, that is not compromise. That is faithful witness.
And this matters for us, because our witness cannot always sound exactly the same in every place, in every room, in every forum.
The gospel does not change. “Jesus Christ is Lord” – that doesn’t change either. The call to repentance, reconciliation, mercy, justice, truth, and abundant life this side of the resurrection does not change.
But the way we bear witness may depend on where we are and who is in front of us.
El evangelio no cambia, pero la manera de dar testimonio puede cambiar según el lugar y las personas.
When Paul is in the synagogue, he reasons from the scriptures. But when Paul is in Athens, among philosophers, idolaters, seekers, and skeptics, he begins somewhere else. He begins with creation. He begins with breath. He begins with longing. He begins with the altar they already have. He begins with the poetry they already know.
Paul does not start by asking them to enter his world. He first enters theirs.
That is not watering down the faith. That is speaking the truth in love. That is incarnation-shaped witness.
Pablo entra en el mundo de sus oyentes para poder anunciarles fielmente al Dios vivo.
Paul does not introduce Athens to a God who was absent until Paul arrived. Paul reveals the presence of a God they have already been brushing up against.
The God they called unknown has been waiting to be revealed.
Paul says this God gives to all mortals life and breath and all things. Paul says this God is not far from each one of us. Paul says, “In him we live and move and have our being.”
So maybe the question is not simply, “Will God show up?”
Maybe the deeper question is, “Will we recognize how God is already showing up?”
Which brings us to a question worth asking every day:
God, how are you going to show up today?
Not, “God, are you going to show up?”
But, “God, how are you going to show up?”
La pregunta no es solo si Dios aparecerá, sino si tendremos ojos para reconocer cómo Dios ya está presente.
Because Acts 17 reveals to us that God may already be present before people have the right language. God may already be at work before someone has the right doctrine. God may already be stirring longing before anyone knows how to name that longing.
God may already be there in the question. God may already be there in the difference. God may already be there in the ache. God may already be there in the crack in someone’s certainty.
Paul sees an altar to an unknown god, and he does not only see idolatry. He also sees longing. He sees an opening. He sees a place where witness can begin.
Dios puede estar obrando en la pregunta, en el dolor, en el anhelo, aun antes de que sepamos nombrarlo.
And then Paul does something just as important:
He does not stay there.
He builds a bridge, yes. But he also tells the truth.
He says, in effect, “The God you do not know is the God who made you. The God you have not recognized is the God who gives you breath. The God you have left unnamed is not contained in your temples. The God you seek cannot be reduced to your idols.”
Because idolatry is not just about statues.
Idolatry is whenever we try to bind God to our own systems of power and belief.
Idolatry is when nation becomes ultimate. Idolatry is when wealth becomes sacred. Idolatry is when violence is blessed. Idolatry is when “they” usurps “us.” Idolatry is when “my people” become more important than “humanity.” Idolatry is when our beliefs matter more than relationships. Idolatry is when our politics, grievances, fears, and identities begin to function as gods.
And let us be honest: the church is not exempt.
Athens is not only out there.
Athens is in here.
Athens is in us whenever we want a manageable god. Athens is in us whenever we want a useful god. Athens is in us whenever we want a god who blesses our side, confirms our assumptions, secures our system, and God forbid, never ever, disrupts our loyalties.
But Paul says the living God does not dwell in temples made by human hands.
That means God is not mine, yours, ours to manage.
Dios no pertenece a nuestros sistemas; nosotros pertenecemos al Dios vivo.
Which begs the question:
God, how are you going to show up?
Because we often want God to show up in familiar ways. Predictable ways. Comfortable ways. Worshipful, yes, but also manageable.
But what if the living God shows up in ways that unsettle us?
What if God shows up in the person we dismissed? What if God shows up in the hard conversation? What if God shows up in the exposure of an idol? What if God shows up in a call to repentance? What if God shows up not to decorate our little altars, but to overturn them?
There are some places where our witness begins with Scripture. Some where it begins with service. Some with silence. Some with apology. Some with saying, “Tell me more.”
There are some places where our witness begins not by answering a question no one is asking, but by noticing the altar in the room, the longing in the room, the wound in the room, the fear in the room, the unknown god in the room.
And yet, Christian witness does not end with vague spirituality.
Paul does not say, “Well, you have your gods, and I have mine, and maybe underneath it all we mean the same thing.”
No.
He moves to repentance.
He moves to judgment.
He moves to resurrection.
Because resurrection means God has shown up in Jesus Christ.
The unknown God is unknown no longer.
Not because we figured God out, but because God has acted. Because Christ has been raised.
El Dios desconocido se ha dado a conocer en Jesucristo, crucificado y resucitado.
Because death is not lord. Caesar is not lord. The economy is not lord. Violence is not lord. Fear is not lord. (Fill in the blank) is not lord. Like we say down South, those dogs don’t hunt.
Jesus Christ is Lord. Jesus Christ is Lord. Jesus Christ is Lord!
The Cosmic Christ is more than just our own personal Jesus. And that means resurrection is not just good news for me, or my private soul. Or you and your private soul. It is the announcement of a new humanity under a new Lord. A new community. A new allegiance. A new public witness.
La resurrección anuncia una nueva humanidad bajo el señorío de Cristo.
That is who the church is meant to be.
Not simply a chaplain to the culture. Not another little religious booth in the marketplace of ideas. Not a baptizer of empire. Not a slave to ideology.
The church is the gathering of a resurrection people.
A people who do not only say, “God, show up.”
But a people who say,
God, help us recognize how you are showing up.
La iglesia existe para reconocer y encarnar la presencia del Cristo resucitado en el mundo.
So ask the question.
Ask it every morning. Ask it before worship. Ask it before the meeting. Ask it before the conversation. Ask it before you enter the room.
God, how are you going to show up?
And then ask the next question:
God, how are you calling me to show up?
To show up in worship, to show up in our community, to show up in the public square, to show up in the hard conversation, to show up in the awkward silence, and to show up in the uncomfortable moment when it would be easier to walk away.
My friends, we are the church of God. We are resurrection people, and resurrection people do not hide behind rose-colored stained-glass windows.
We show up because God first showed up.
We show up not because we are fearless, but because we are faithful. We show up not because every moment is easy, but because love is present. We show up not because we control the outcome, but because Christ is Lord. We show up not to dominate, not to coerce, not to win, but to bear witness.
Nos presentamos no para dominar, sino para dar testimonio con fidelidad, amor, humildad y paz.
And our witness may look different depending on where we are.
In worship, we show up with praise. In the neighborhood, with service. In conflict, with humility. In public life, with truth and peace. Among the wounded, with gentleness. Among the arrogant, with courage. Among the uncertain, with patience. Among the idols, with discernment.
Paul showed up in Athens.
He showed up in a city full of idols, in misunderstanding, under scrutiny, in the awkwardness of difference.
He showed up with a witness shaped by the place he was in.
He did not abandon the gospel.
He embodied it.
He trusted that God was already there ahead of him.
Pablo confió en que Dios ya estaba presente antes de que él hablara.
Maybe that is our calling too.
Not to have every answer. Not to control every room. Not to force belief.
But to show up with courage, humility, truth, and love, because the God who seemed unknown has already come near.
So this week, before you enter the room, begin the conversation, make the assumption, or speak the word, ask:
God, how are you going to show up here, in this moment, today?
And then ask:
Lord Jesus, how are you calling me to show up, here, in this moment, today, with you?
Because the God who was unknown has been made known, and the God who has been made known is still showing up, in us and in the people around us, in our homes and in the homes next door, in our neighborhood and in the communities down the road, in our nation and in all the nations of the world.
May God grant us open eyes and willing hearts to see and serve.
Let us pray.
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Branch
I was cut for celebration.
Not for lumber, not for kindling, not for the weaving of roofs or baskets, but for a moment. For a shout. For the trembling edge of hope.
I had lived high above the road, drinking sun, speaking only with wind. I knew the language of sparrows, the gossip of dust, the long patience of trees. Beneath me Jerusalem swelled and sighed as she always did—stones hot with memory, gates swallowing pilgrims, rumors moving faster than feet. I had watched conquerors come clothed in metal and watched priests pass clothed in certainty. I had seen men lift swords and call it peace.
Then that morning the hands came.
Rough hands. Eager hands. Hands shaking with the fever that seizes people when they think history is about to break open.They tore me from the tree with others of my kind. I felt the sudden ache of separation, the sharp grief of being cut from my source. Sap stung at the wound. Yet even in pain I sensed a strange gladness among the crowd. They did not seize me carelessly. They lifted me high. I became banner, signal, proclamation. The air itself changed. It was thick with breath and expectation.
Hosanna, they cried.
Save us.
I had heard human voices all my life, but never like this. This was not ordinary speech. It was hunger given sound. It was a nation’s ache pushed through throats grown hoarse from waiting. Some waved me above their heads. Some cast my companions on the road, making of us a green, living carpet over dust and dung and stone.
Cloaks followed. The road became softer than roads deserve to be.
And then I saw him.
Not from the heights of the tree now, but close—close enough to see the weariness at the corners of his face, the steadiness in his eyes. He came riding not on a warhorse with iron bit and polished bridle, but on a borrowed colt, awkward and gentle, more village than victory.
The people shouted like the gates of empire were already cracking. But he did not carry the look of men drunk on conquest. He carried sorrow. No—more than sorrow. A knowing. As though he heard in their praise another sound beneath it, something brittle already beginning to splinter.
Still they waved us wildly.
Blessed is the one who comes in the name of the Lord!
I was swept back and forth by the arm that held me. In that motion I felt myself become what they needed: a sign of triumph, a token of national longing, a leafy cry against occupation, humiliation, waiting. For a few bright hours I belonged to joy. Children laughed.
Men shouted until their faces flushed. Women lifted their voices. Even the dust seemed golden.
I confess I believed it too.
I thought perhaps this is why I grew. Perhaps all my seasons of stillness, all my rings of hidden time, had been waiting for this—to honor a king at last. I expected the city to burst open like ripe fruit. I expected thrones to tumble, soldiers to flee, the poor to dance in the emptied courts of the powerful.
But Jerusalem did not change in a day.
By evening my green had already begun to dull.
The hand that held me dropped me at last. I landed beside the road among sandals, hoofprints, and trampled cloaks reclaimed by their owners. People went home with the heat of the moment still on them.
They talked of prophets and promises and what might happen next. The noise thinned. Shadows lengthened. I lay in the dirt.
That is where one learns the truth about crowds.
From the ground, voices sound different. Hope fades into argument. Certainty frays into rumor. Some said he would cleanse everything. Some said he would call down heaven. Some said he was dangerous. Some said he had gone too far. Some said if he were truly chosen, surely now would be the time to prove it.
The next day I was kicked into a corner near a wall. By then I had begun to curl at the edges. My sap was drying. Flies visited. A dog sniffed and passed me by. Overhead the city continued its holy business.
Prayers rose. Coins clinked. Deals were made. Religion and empire, as always, continued their old dance.
I did not see all that followed, but branches hear things.We hear from sandals, from servants, from women carrying water, from boys darting through alleys. We hear what walls cannot hold.
I heard he overturned tables.
I heard the ones with power began to fear him more deeply.
I heard one of his own would sell him out.
I heard there was a supper, bread broken, and words heavy with farewell.
I heard there was a garden, and friends too tired to stay awake.
I heard there were torches.By the time they spoke of the trial, I was no longer a banner. I was refuse. Brown creeping into green. Bent. Forgotten. Yet I listened.
They said the same city that shouted for him now shouted against him. Perhaps not all the same mouths, but enough. Enough to make the sound of welcome curdle into the sound of rejection.
That is another thing a branch learns quickly: the crowd that waves today does not always remain tomorrow. Human devotion can be as thin as leaves and as dry.
Then came the word cross.
Not throne. Not uprising. Not victory parade extended into revolution.Cross.
The very syllable seemed to darken the air.I remembered how he looked from the road—not intoxicated by praise, but grieved. I understood then, a little. He had entered the city with full knowledge that branches would not stay green, that hosannas would not stay loud, that love among humans is often mingled with demand. They wanted rescue, yes—but on their terms, in their pattern, in the shape of strength they already knew. They wanted Rome answered by something like Rome, only holier, only theirs.
But he had come otherwise.
Not to grasp. Not to crush. Not to dazzle. Not to spill another people’s blood in the name of God.
He came lowly, and lowliness is almost always mistaken for weakness until blood reveals what power truly is.
I was near enough to one roadside gathering later that week to hear people whisper about Golgotha. Some mocked. Some wept. Some could not understand how the one welcomed like a king could die like a criminal. I could not understand it either. I was only a branch, once green with praise, now brittle with disappointment.
The sun was hard that afternoon.
I thought my part in the story had been only this: to flare briefly in celebration and then decay. To be one more witness to human fickleness. To symbolize how quickly worship becomes waste. That seemed truth enough.But then came the women, speaking in astonishment before dawn.
Then came the impossible rumor.
Then came footsteps running.
Then came laughter edged with tears and fear and wonder too large for the body.Alive, they said.
And suddenly even a dry branch could begin to understand.
I had thought I was cut merely to celebrate an arrival. But perhaps I had also been cut to testify to the kind of kingdom this was. All green glory fades. All public enthusiasm withers. All symbols rot if they are asked to carry more than they can bear. Yet he—he passed through praise, through abandonment, through death itself, and was not undone.
I withered. He rose.
That is the difference between a sign and the thing signified.
Years have passed in the memory of the world, though branches do not count years as humans do. I am long gone now, dust among dust, my fibers returned to earth. But I still think of that day when I was torn from the tree and lifted like hope in human hands.
If I could speak to those who wave branches now, I would say this:
Do not mistake enthusiasm for faithfulness.
Do not think loud praise means deep allegiance.
Do not welcome him as the king of your own causes and then recoil when he comes gentle, undefended, refusing your violence.
Do not cry hosanna unless you are willing to follow him beyond parade and spectacle, beyond public fervor, beyond the hour when everyone else is still cheering.
For the road from Jerusalem does not end in applause. It bends toward a table, a garden, a cross, and an empty tomb.
I was a palm branch. I knew the brief ecstasy of being held high in a crowd. I knew the humiliation of being dropped and trampled. I knew what it was to be green one day and dry the next.
And because of him, I know this too:
Even what is cut down may yet bear witness. Even what withers may still tell truth. Even discarded praise may be gathered into a greater mercy.I was cut for celebration.
He was given for the life of the world.
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Before heading to teh St. Servatius Basilica in #Maastricht, we visited the #BonnefantenMuseum on the same day. Here are some reflections of that visit along with some photos I took there:
🌍 https://www.fabriziomusacchio.com/weekend_stories/told/2026/2026-01-02-bonnefanten_museum/
#WeekendStories #Museum #ChristianArt #ReligiousArt #ArtHistory #ContemporaryArt
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Before heading to teh St. Servatius Basilica in #Maastricht, we visited the #BonnefantenMuseum on the same day. Here are some reflections of that visit along with some photos I took there:
🌍 https://www.fabriziomusacchio.com/weekend_stories/told/2026/2026-01-02-bonnefanten_museum/
#WeekendStories #Museum #ChristianArt #ReligiousArt #ArtHistory #ContemporaryArt
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Before heading to teh St. Servatius Basilica in #Maastricht, we visited the #BonnefantenMuseum on the same day. Here are some reflections of that visit along with some photos I took there:
🌍 https://www.fabriziomusacchio.com/weekend_stories/told/2026/2026-01-02-bonnefanten_museum/
#WeekendStories #Museum #ChristianArt #ReligiousArt #ArtHistory #ContemporaryArt
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Statue of the Virgin Mary wrapped in a thin plastic covering, with a blurred depiction of The Last Supper in the background.
See more of my work at
www.deanharte.com#ChristianArt #Catholicism #ReligiousIconography #FineArtPhotography #catholic #SacredArt #maria #mothermary #mary #maria #photography #photo #fediverse #fediart
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Are you searching for that special finishing touch to your heartfelt Christmas messages? Look no further!
Introducing Glowy Ice Succulents, a captivating double-sided printable greeting card in PDF format that serves as a beautiful reminder of the light and life we adore.
#Christmas #ChristianArt #GreetingCard #Succulents #BlogPost #ArtistDesigned
https://larakayegreetingcards.blogspot.com/2025/12/dazzle-your-loved-ones-this-christmas.html
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Your dreams are like this fruit. They start as seeds of ideas, planted in the fertile ground of your mind. They need nurturing – attention, effort, and a belief in their potential. There will be challenges, moments of doubt, and times when you feel like giving up.
Remember the resilience of this little fruit. It didn't let the challenges stop it from growing. It embraced the sunlight, absorbed the nutrients, and kept pushing forward.
See Psalm 138:8 NKJV
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"Walking with Jesus on the beach, where peace meets purpose. 🌅
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'You did not choose Me, but I chose you...' - John 15:16
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"Walking with Jesus on the beach, where peace meets purpose. 🌅
🖼️ Available as high-quality prints and more:
Fine Art America: https://fineartamerica.com/featured/jesus-and-friend-on-serene-beach-at-sunset-lena-owens.html
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"Walking with Jesus on the beach, where peace meets purpose. 🌅
🖼️ Available as high-quality prints and more:
Fine Art America: https://fineartamerica.com/featured/jesus-and-friend-on-serene-beach-at-sunset-lena-owens.html
Redbubble: https://www.redbubble.com/people/ArtOLena/explore?asc=u&page=1&sortOrder=recent
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"Walking with Jesus on the beach, where peace meets purpose. 🌅
🖼️ Available as high-quality prints and more:
Fine Art America: https://fineartamerica.com/featured/jesus-and-friend-on-serene-beach-at-sunset-lena-owens.html
Redbubble: https://www.redbubble.com/people/ArtOLena/explore?asc=u&page=1&sortOrder=recent
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"Walking with Jesus on the beach, where peace meets purpose. 🌅
🖼️ Available as high-quality prints and more:
Fine Art America: https://fineartamerica.com/featured/jesus-and-friend-on-serene-beach-at-sunset-lena-owens.html
Redbubble: https://www.redbubble.com/people/ArtOLena/explore?asc=u&page=1&sortOrder=recent
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"Walking with Jesus on the beach, where peace meets purpose. 🌅
🖼️ Available as high-quality prints and more:
Fine Art America: https://fineartamerica.com/featured/jesus-and-friend-on-serene-beach-at-sunset-lena-owens.html
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faith in the unseen
hope that kindness will show up
love for my neighborART
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a glimpse of heaven
in the valley of lilies
when good shepherds pray#DailyHaikuPrompt - Lily
#MastoPrompt - #shepherdART
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a glimpse of heaven
in the valley of lilies
when good shepherds pray#DailyHaikuPrompt - Lily
#MastoPrompt - #shepherdART
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a glimpse of heaven
in the valley of lilies
when good shepherds pray#DailyHaikuPrompt - Lily
#MastoPrompt - #shepherdART
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a glimpse of heaven
in the valley of lilies
when good shepherds pray#DailyHaikuPrompt - Lily
#MastoPrompt - #shepherdART
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a glimpse of heaven
in the valley of lilies
when good shepherds pray#DailyHaikuPrompt - Lily
#MastoPrompt - #shepherdART
https://fineartamerica.com/featured/the-lords-prayer-christian-art-sharon-cummings.html#prayer #prayers #lordsprayer #christian #christ #christianart #christians #christianity #jesus #jesuschrist #christ #bible #bibleverse #biblical #scripture #scriptures #art #faith #faithful #catholic #pope #catholicart #catholicism #catholics #newpope #SharonCummingsArt #thelordsprayer
