Advent 3, during such a weird Christmas season. Check out my blog, "God Became Small," with reflections on the peculiarities of preaching during Advent in general, with lots of illustrative stuff. And you'll enjoy this conversation I had with Matt Rawle on "Christmas and..." the stuff he's written on, Scrooge, Nutcracker, the Grinch and more.
Our texts are difficult, distant prophetic texts (doesn’t John the Baptist feel
more like an Old Testament prophet than a New Testament character?), as we’re
drawing a beat on Christmas. I am leaning toward Isaiah, maybe John 1, or I might
fiddle with both briefly before shifting my attention to Mary. The pink candle,
her Sunday. Here is a blog
from a prior year on the kinds of things I like to say about her and why
she matters so much for us Protestants (along with a big stash of illustrative
stuff for Advent and Christmas preaching in general!). And I’d commend my
chapter on her as a real pregnant young woman and someone who endured brutal
labor in my book on Birth:
the Mystery of Being Born (in Baker’s Pastoring for Life: Theological Wisdom for Ministering Well
series).
Isaiah
61:1-4, 8-11. My mind quickens a little when we have a text that occurs in
our common liturgy. You have to admire the prophet’s “instead of”s, which are
polar opposites, reminding us that Christianity isn’t being or getting 7% or
even 12% better or healthier or calmer. It’s an “instead of.” The Psalm for the
day (126) echoes this.
I wonder, since God’s people will be called “the
Oaks of Righteousness,” if we try to pair that idea with the presence of
chopped down trees (cedars probably, not oaks!) in our homes. Isaiah’s oaks “display
God’s glory.” Can we see our Christmas trees as such displays of that glory?
Thomas Merton memorable said “A tree gives glory to God by being a tree” – and then
asks if God isn’t asking us simply to be ourselves, to be what God made us to
be, instead of lunging for something else, something determined out there
instead of within.
God’s plan has to do with “repairing ruined
cities,” and so we have to ask where the ruin is in our city, in our town, and
what repairing needs to be done. Examples abound, and are local. And essential
since “I the Lord love justice,” the Hebrew being mishpat, which isn’t fairness or the good being rewarded and the
wicked punished. Biblical mishpat justice
is when everyone has enough, when the neediest are cared for. So a little spasm
of sentimental charity, since it’s Christmas, won’t do will it? A needy child
gets an abandoned worn out coat or a plastic shovel? Ruined cities require
repair, not bandaids. Justice isn’t a quickie handout but a fundamentally
different way of being.
The secret lies in the verses the lectionary
weirdly lopped off. Verse 5 is about the inclusion of strangers. In our lives,
in our homes, at our tables. If Christmas is anything, it is a season that
invites us (albeit with Covid precautions) into new relationships with people
we’ve not met. Mary and Joseph found no room in the inn. We leave room. We
after all are, in another lopped off verse, “priests.” It is ours to bless, to
pray with, to share relationships and life with others. How to invite our people
into this during a distancing season of coronavirus but then also during
Christmas, which has as its norm frivolity with family and friends?
1 Thessalonians 5:16-24’s counsel is for the
preacher, and all of us, always: Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, give
thanks in all circumstances – but of special importance during December, “Test
everything” (verse 21), especially all that goes on in the name of Jesus in
December! How to engage in this daunting battle without scolding or judging our
people? How do we lovingly invite them into something higher, nobler, more
satisfying?
John
1:6-8, 19-28. There he is, hairy, hollering John the Baptist. I heard a
sermon years ago pointing out that you can’t get to the Christchild without
going through John – and how he’s in the Christmas stories but never ever on a
Christmas card. I mentioned this in a sermon, and someone listening created –
just for me! – history’s first John the Baptist Christmas card. It is indeed,
and always has been, a season of repentance, which isn’t groveling or guilt but
a metanoia, a change of mind. Maybe,
as 2020 has been quite the year, this is the year we will come to changed minds
and hearts, not “getting back to normal,” but stepping forward into God’s new
day.
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Check out my book, Worshipful (on the back cover, Adam Hamilton says it's "the best book on worship I've ever read"). It explores the theology of various moments in worship, and how Christians might embody those moments out in real life. The pandemic is a time we've tried to use to educate a little around worship, why we do what we do, why it matters.
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