What can we say November 2? All Saints

   Preparing for All Saints, I stumbled across a marvelous passage in Barbara Kingsolver's novel, Animal Dreams, which tells how the citizens of a town called Grace observed the Day of the Dead: lavishly decorating the cemetery, nothing solemn, but much laughter, running, and many flowers. "Some graves had shrines with niches peopled by saints; others had the initials of loved ones spelled out on the mound in white stones.  The unifying principle was that the simplest thing was done with the greatest care.  It was a comfort to see this attention lavished on the dead.  In these families you would never stop being loved.."

At our church's 100th anniversary worship last week, we sang "The Church's One Foundation." I'll never hear these words the same again... "Yet she on earth hath union with God the three in one, and mystic sweet communion with those whose rest is won; oh happy ones and holy, Lord, grant us grace that we - like them the meek and lowly on high may dwell with thee." I was ready for All Saints.

 Worship idea: we've asked people to bring a small picture of a loved one to hold during the service. In my sermon, I'll play off John O'Donohue's poem about the loss of a child: "No one knows the wonder your child awoke in you, your heart a perfect cradle to hold its presence. Now you sit bereft, your eyes numbed... You will wear this absence like a secret locket... Let the silent tears flow, and when your eyes clear perhaps you'll glimpse how your eternal child... parents your heart and persuades the moon to send new gifts ashore." 

   While in our worship we’ll use the All Saints’ Day lections (see below), the November 3 readings are themselves powerful and sufficient to the day. Habakkuk 1:1-4, 2:1-4 images a sentinel on a watchtower (I’m listening to Bob Dylan’s, and then Jimi Hendrix’s versions…) – an impeccable image for our longing and patient waiting for the dawning of God’s good kingdom. Near the end of Homecoming, Marilynne Robinson’s best (maybe? my opinion?) novel, we find this reflection on memory and death: “But every memory is turned over and over again, every word, however chance, written in the heart in the hope that memory will fulfill itself, and become flesh, and that the wanderers will find a way home, and the perished, whose lack we always feel, will step through the door finally and stroke our hair with dreaming, habitual fondness, not having meant to keep us waiting so long.” Not accidentally, this watchtower moment climaxes in Hab. 2:4 – the verse Paul alighted upon when he was figuring out how to explain the way faith in grace is what saves.

   Luke 19:1-10 similarly would work for All Saints. Jesus comes to the home of Zaccheus (“a wee little man was he…”). We are titans, and even the saints weren’t giants. Zaccheus’s smallness is a mirror – or perhaps we ponder Tolkien’s hobbits from the shire as the hope and future of Middle Earth, or that other child’s song, “They are weak, but he is strong.” Luke’s punch line zooms in on what matters: “The Son of man came to seek and save the lost,” not the clever or well-placed or even the church members, Bible readers and believers. Jesus’ intriguing, mystifying use of “Son of man” (as the Ethiopian eunuch asked, “Does he refer to himself or another?”) leads us to the first of our All Saints Lections:

   Daniel 7:1-3, 15-18. The exotic setting and vivid language of verse 1 sets the tone for high drama. It’s just fun in the pulpit to say “Belshazzar,” and perhaps then to image Daniel, in the shadows of such a dreamy place, dreaming – not the kind Freud could explain, but the kind God gives and in which we share. Dreaming still matters – and just as a knot in the gut may turn out to be a malignancy or a pregnancy, the dream may be a nightmare or something glorious. Daniel is terrified – but the monsters haunting him in the dark are nothing more than the temporary, vapid powers of this world about to be defeated by the powers of good, light and love. I wouldn’t squander much time explicating which beast represented Persia and which the Greeks – as later on it’s Antiochus Epiphanes, then Nero or Domitian, and ultimately the Hitlers, Stalins and other arrogant megalomaniacs who strut across the stage of history. They are undone by a humble, unarmed, suffering one.

   Daniel’s dream vision has been made the linchpin in N.T. Wright’s explication of Jesus as Son of Man instigating The Day the Revolution Began. Daniel 7’s “little horn” is silenced, the monsters condemned, God’s kingdom inaugurated – reminding us that All Saints’ Day isn’t merely about eternal life for those who’ve died, but the comprehensive, cosmic dawning of God’s kingdom in its fulness! Again, the new ones who will reign are the little people, the hobbit-like ones, the “saints.” 

   Christians have often been irresponsible hopers in God’s ultimate victory, not engaging in God’s work now. Sib Towner explains why quietism isn’t the interim ethic for those with apocalyptic hope: “The waiting is an active waiting. It includes the maintenance of sharp identity, the heightening of interpretative skills, faithfulness before unjust demands of the foreign rulers, and fidelity to Yahweh in all things.” 

  Before I deal with death and resurrection, I'll focus on holy lives, courageous lives. Hard not to, as I'm just returning from our church's "Deep South Pilgrimage." In Selma, Montgomery and Birmingham, we retraced the steps of heroes who shed blood on holy ground. John Lewis, after nearly being killed, crossed over the Edmund Pettus Bridge - so can I play on "crossing over" as heroic action now and entering eternal life later on? Without diverting into race-as-an-issue, I hope it will play in the background and invite us to ponder how much courage matters - still.

   I’ll allude to Daniel but will preach primarily on Ephesians 1:11-23 (although we’ll sing David Haas’s wonderful “Blest Are They,” and I will allude to the Gospel also). I doubt I’ll do a lot of explaining the text, and I certainly wouldn’t try to make such powerful words “relevant” or any such nonsense. They speak for themselves. Mine will be to relish the words, being personally awed by them, like a docent in a museum, pointing with gawking delight. The luxurious, lavish verbiage had to be mind-boggling to the early Christians, meager as their resources and prospects were. Frank Thielman is right: “Words that emphasize God’s meticulous planning pile up one upon another – purpose, work, counsel, will – how privileged are we!” Heirs, inheritances, riches, glory, destiny... 

   This last word needs a little parenthesis, doesn’t it? The old “God is in control” notion is ridiculous, of course. I love how Markus Barth (Karl’s son!) clarifies how personal this destining is: “It pertains exclusively to the relationship of the Father to his children. If no wise human father would treat his children according to a schedule fixed before their birth, how much less would the Father who is blessed in Ephesians 1:3-14!”

   The responsibilities of even the most fabulous heirs was driven home to me at the World Methodist Council in 1986 when Donald English reported on attending the wedding of Sarah Ferguson and Prince Andrew – and how the couple, immensely wealthy, able to do whatever they might wish, had bowed and pledged fealty to the crown, to the “rights and responsibilities” that went with being a royal couple.

   I love Paul’s “prayer report” here. It’s not so much that What we asked God for was ‘answered.’ What intrigues is the content of his prayer – that the recipients, the objects of his praying, might have a “spirit of wisdom and revelation,” that their “eyes of their hearts might be enlightened” 

(reminding me of St. Francis’s constant prayer during his season of conversion, “Most high, glorious God, enlighten the darkness of my heart, and give me, Lord, correct faith, firm hope, perfect charity, wisdom and perception, that I may do what is truly your most holy will.”

   Paul also prays for 3 things (Do you wish people prayed this for you? for one another?): (1) the hope to which he has called you, (2) the God’s glorious inheritance, and (3) the magnitude of God! Do we get such prayer requests? What if we did? The hope business: Emily Dickinson suggested that “Hope is the thing in the soul with feathers…” – but is it in the soul? Or is it more about God? Markus Barth, again: “The emphasis lies not so much on the mood of the person hoping as on the substance or subject matter of expectation.” It’s the thing hoped for. 

Christopher Lasch (in his marvelous The True and Only Heaven) clarified that optimism is the fantasy that all will be better tomorrow, and it depends on us; but hope is the ability to deal with tomorrow if things aren’t better – and it depends not on us but on God.

   Luke 6:20-31 fascinates as the parallel to Matthew 5’s more familiar and beloved “Beatitudes.” Why more beloved? Matthew omits the “Woe” moments in Luke… and Jesus suggests the “poor in spirit” are blessed – instead of merely the “poor.” 

Clarence Jordan shrewdly pointed out that the poor prefer Luke, while the rest of us delight in Matthew! Jesus spoke to the poor, the nobodies – and blessed them. They were accustomed to being cursed, ignored or blamed – as we see in our world today. How amazing was Jesus? For All Saints’ Day, it’s hard not to hear the line “Blessed are those who mourn.” We come mourning, indeed – but we grieve as those who have hope (1 Thessalonians 4:13). Again, I trust the reading of the names in God’s holy place more than I trust my frail words to express the hope of the Gospel!

   Robert Schuller tried to modernize the text with the rubric “The Be-Happy Attitudes.” Just thumb through Bonhoeffer's Cost of Discipleship to his pages on the Beatitudes and you'll get why Schuller is laughable. Jesus isn’t issuing commandments on how to live, much less doling out advice for a chipper life. He blesses, he embraces, loves, knows, recognizes, and gives hope to the hopeless, to the people nobody else wants – and then he brings down a Woe! on the big dogs, those who think they’re somebody, and especially the self-righteous. Jesus’ words are light years from the conventional wisdom of our day. He doesn’t say Blessed are the good-looking, the successful, the well-connected, the white Americans, and he doesn’t say Woe to the immigrant, the unemployed, the lonely or the homeless. The preacher has one more chance just now to chip away at the façade of thin, culturally-mashed-down thinking, and open the window into Jesus’ revolutionary worldview.

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What can we say November 9? 22nd after Pentecost

   Haggai 1:15b-2:9 is appealing to me for two reasons. It’s just fun to say the names (and the weighty impact of them piling up must have been part of Haggai’s intent!): “Zerubbabel, son of Shealtiel, governor of Judah, and to Joshua son of Jehozadak.” God’s engagement with the people, in history, where political powers reside but can’t get done what’s required.

   The demise of the church is worth reflecting upon (Haggai 2:3). Care is required if we get nostalgic about “this house in its former glory.” He is speaking of the meager temple the Israelites rebuilt after the exile, a pale, puny successor to Solomon’s. Could it be that the real “former glory” of the church wasn’t in the 50’s or some sunny season we pretend was cool. Maybe it was during the Roman persecution, or as Luther was hounded at the beginning of the Reformation?

   To ancient Judeans, and to today’s church, the Word through Haggai summons us to “Take courage” – 3 times! And why? “The Lord is with you.” As Sam Wells rightly named in his A Nazareth Manifesto, “with” is the most important theological word in the Bible. God is with us: this is the Old Testament’s constant story, the very nickname Jesus was given (Emmanuel!), and his parting words at his Ascension. God doesn’t fix everything, or shelter us from unpleasantness. God is with us. Somehow, ultimately, that is enough.

   The promise, “The latter splendor will be greater than the former,” is ostensibly about a cooler, more magnificent temple yet to be built. Justinian’s wry remark, when the Hagia Sophia was finished? “O Solomon, I have surpassed you.” We might read Haggai’s promise eschatologically – or we might wonder if our church, with its crumbling denominations and ever lessening profile in society, will enter a new era of glory, not defined by size or institutions, but by holiness and a radical embodiment of what church was supposed to be about all along.

   Frederick Buechner’s old quote might pertain: “Maybe the best thing that could happen to the church would be if the buildings were lost, the bulletins blown away by the wind, the institutions all gone – and then all we’d have left would be Jesus and each other, which was all we had in the first place.” Of course, in the meantime, especially if you're in the thick of your annual pledge campaign just now, you need some interim money to keep the Jesus and each other functioning!

   2 Thessalonians 2:1-5, 13-17. With its apocalyptic trappings is unpreachable to me; too much “man-splaining” would be required. It’s possible to reflect on “holding fast to tradition,” although we have to own that traditions can be evil and should be let go. And so now we turn to the Gospel:

   Luke 20:27-38. I saw a colleague dare to title his sermon on this “7 Brides for 7 Brothers.” Not quite… A common enough pastoral question is Will I be with my wife in heaven? Or if married twice, Which will be my wife in heaven? Or children decide where to bury dad: With wife 1 or wife 2? Some of my more intense pastoral moments have actually been sitting with people asking such agonizing, mystifying questions. Best for the preacher just to own the agony, the heartfelt depth of love and fear being exxpressed. For Jesus, unmarried and not exactly a matchmaker or glorifier of marriage, would explain theat marriage is an earthly institution, not necessary, or even heavenly. St. Augustine: “Where there is no death, there are no marriage.”

   I never enjoy deflating people’s vapid visions of what heaven will be like (golf every day! or as Tammy Faye Bakker put it as she was nearing death, “I think of heaven as a giant shopping mall where I have a credit card with no limit!”). Heaven will be about God – whose glory will so mesmerizing, we will never in a zillion years tire of gazing on his face, and singing our praises. We will even then find the true union in relationships: not looking at one another, but together looking to Jesus. If that’s our destiny in heaven, perhaps the more we might approximate that here in friendships and families, the greater our joy might be? At the same time, you have to love C.S. Lewis's wisdom - that however we might in our wildest imagination envision heaven's wonder and goodness to be, the reality will be exponentially greater. So if I adore being with my spouse now, heaven will not be identical to or any less than the best life now has to offer.

   David Lyle Jeffrey, wisely reflecting on Jesus’ interaction with the Sadducees interrogating and trying to trap Jesus, asked “Was Jesus wearied by them? Did he laugh out loud? The absurdity of their question is a function of their rationalism taken to an extreme.” Their goal wasn’t to establish to whom you’re married in heaven – and so Jesus doesn’t answer that! They aim to expose the absurdity of belief in the resurrection – a belief that we might as well own isn’t without its lunacy and unanswerable questions. The preacher might chart why she or he believes in eternal life, and trusts in it, even if with the inevitable mystery.

   I love what Amy-Jill Levine reported when commenting on this passage. At her mother’s deathbed, her mom asked, “‘What will happen to me when I die?’ I immediately answered, ‘You’ll see Daddy.’ My father had died decades earlier. She replied, ‘I look like hell.’ ‘Well, Mom, you’ve looked better, but when you see Daddy, you’ll look as beautiful as you looked the day you got married.’ ‘How do you know this?’ ‘Mom, I‘ve got a Ph.D. in religion; I know these things.’”

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What can we say November 16? 23rd after Pentecost

    Isaiah 65:17-25. God’s dream, our dream, such wonder – and yet when I read this text I sag a little and ask “How long?” Verse 17 says “I am about to…” That was in the 6^th century BCE. I guess “a thousand years are like a day” (Psalm 90:4) to God! – so we’re deep into God’s third day of God’s “about to.” Not cynical, but realistic – and well-worth naming in an honest sermon. This post-exilic prophet wasn’t merely expecting heaven / eternal life, but a real dawning here and now. Ours is to name it’s not here fully or all that obviously – and yet ours is to look for signs, glimpses, manifestations.

   Time works mystically for this prophet – and for God. Verse 22: “The work of their hands shall my Chosen outlive” (Robert Alter’s rendering). I think of Nouwen’s lovely thoughts in Our Greatest Gift on finding ways to be fruitful beyond our seasons of productivity. “The question is not how much more can I achieve or do, but how can I live so I can continue to be fruitful when I am no longer here?” Paul’s great resurrection chapter, 1 Corinthians 15, concludes with a plea that God “establish the work of our hands.” And Niebuhr’s wise thought: “Nothing worth doing can be achieved in a single lifetime; therefore we are saved by hope.”

   If “Thy will be done on earth as in heaven” is a thing, Isaiah 65’s vision that “no longer shall an infant live only a few days” might remind us that infant mortality or thriving is a reliable index of the quality of community life – making us attentive to the ways medical care and nutrition can be inaccessible or lousy, and what tasks we have now as we consider this. Housing – affordable, clean, even glorious – also figures in this text, and is another valid index of whether we are a just society or not, and what moves toward the top of our to-do list.

   And we cannot hear verse 22's prophetic claim that it cannot be that one builds and plants, while another inhabits and eats - but all must enjoy the work of their own hands without thinking of the soaring rhetoric of Abraham Lincoln; I so wish I could preach like the marvelous "Lincoln Portrait" by Aaron Copland (especially when starring Henry Ford)! Give it a listen.

   I’m inspired, as you probably are, by Father Greg Boyle’s astonishing work with gang members. He never boasts of figuring out some clever technique for such work, but instead talks about seeing what God is doing in them, of seeing beauty in them, and celebrating God’s wonder with them. And I recall an amazing podcast about John Garland’s ministry at the Mexican border (“Maybe God: Can Loving ‘Illegals’ Save our Souls, part 2”) where he says it’s not so much doing something for someone, but just being there to bear witness to the beautiful thing God is doing. Indeed, Isaiah 65 was right, and continues to be right: God is and is about to do a new thing.

   Walter Brueggemann calls this text “a glorious artistic achievement. It is also an act of daring, doxological faith that refuses to be curbed by present circumstance. This poet knows that Yahweh’s coming newness is not contained within our present notions of the possible.”

   2 Thessalonians 3:6-13 would be daunting (for me at least) to preach. If I lay the text out, people would holler not “Amen” but “Get a real job!” What’s the trouble Paul’s dealing with? Had some in Thessalonica reverted to Greco-Roman patron-client relationships – within the Body of Christ? Or were some so enlightened, so sure the eschaton had dawned, that they forsook their jobs? Paul’s interest is pretty clearly mutual responsibility within the church.

   Luke 21:5-19 isn’t all that promising either. Jesus offers up a doom and gloom message. He certainly doesn’t promise peace or ease – a word for us clergy and for our laity. On the day I am writing this, I received 2 prayer requests from church members, noting how the world is such a mess, and so that wanted me to pray for them to have joy and peace despite all that. I replied by suggesting that if we are close to the heart of God during such times, we will not feel so much peace or joy, but we will share in God’s agony. Ministry, in sync with God, simply will not feel sunny or successful – if Jesus is any guide.

   I continue to be struck by the words of Maria Skobtsova, known as Mother Maria of Paris, and now St. Mary of Paris, born 1891 in Latvia, executed in a Nazi concentration camp in 1945 for being part of the French resistance: “It would be a great lie to tell those who are searching: ‘Go to church, because there you will find peace.’ The opposite is true. The Church tells those who are at peace and asleep: ‘Go to church, because there you will feel real anguish for your sin and the world’s sin. There you will feel an insatiable hunger for Christ’s truth. There, instead of becoming lukewarm, you’ll be set on fire; instead of being pacified, you’ll become alarmed; instead of learning the wisdom of this world, you will become fools for Christ.”

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What can we say November 23? Christ the King

    Jeremiah 23:1-6. Pondering Christ the King, the lectionary suggests we should contrast the bad shepherds, the lousy kings, of which there were (and are!) plenty. We think “shepherd” as lowly, but in the ancient world, kings of vast empires were often spoken of as shepherds. Interesting, but this would be an unusual choice of lections for such a Sunday.

   Colossians 1:11-20. What a great text for Christ the King. I recall reading and then watching the film, The DaVinci Code, with my much beloved Ian McKellen playing the smug, sinister Leigh Teabing spouting absurdities about the 4^th century emperor Constantine imposing views of Jesus as divine on the subordinates in his empire. Colossians stands there, a mere 2, 3 at most decades after Jesus’ death, making the most extraordinary, divine claims about him. All of creation was about Jesus, by him for him. The language soars: he was/is/will always be the “image of God,” the “fulness of God,” “in whom all things hold together,” “the Head.”

   Colossians invites us to do what sermons too rarely do: simply to contemplate Jesus, to gaze, to be in awe. No moral, no takeaway. Dorothy Day, late in her life, was asked by Harvard sociologist Robert Coles to write some autobiographical recollections. Her reply? “I try to remember this life that the Lord gave me; the other day I wrote down the words ‘a life remembered,’ and I was going to try to make a summary for myself, write what mattered most – but I couldn’t do it. I just sat there and thought of our Lord, and His visit to us all those centuries ago, and I said to myself that my great luck was to have had Him on my mind for so long in my life!”

   He is the image. Coins in Paul’s world featured the image of the divine emperor. Jesus is fully stamped with God, and the image is genuine, not faked or exaggerated. Thinking image: I’m still stunned by Daniel Boorstin’s astonishingly perceptive book, The Image, which reads as if written in 2022, but it’s 60 years old now: “In this book I describe the world of our own making, how we have used our wealth, our literacy, our technology and our progress to create a thicket of unreality which stands between us and the facts of life.” He assesses our society’s self-deception, our national self-hypnosis, our insatiable demand for illusions. Celebrities substitute for heroes; American dreams are pitifully replaced by American illusions; images overshadow ideals. To say Jesus is the image of God could not be more counter-cultural.

   The beauty of Jesus as image of the true God? Dorothy Day fixated on Jesus, which served her and thousands of others well. David Ford wrote that the antidote to despair is praise. We praise Jesus. Despair flees. We are surprisingly liberated from the world portrayed by the Beatles’ “I me me mine.”

   He is the Center; in him all things hold together. In 1919, in the wake of the ravages of World War I, the Irish troubles, a flu pandemic to put Covid in the shade, and his wife critically ill, William Butler Yeats wrote, “The falcon cannot hear the falconer; things fall apart; the center cannot hold; mere anarchy is loosed upon the world; everywhere innocence is drowned; the best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity. Surely the second coming is at hand.” There is no center any more. Only Jesus can fill that space.

   And he holds what is separated together. He’s all about reconciliation. He can do this as we turn to him, as we embody his compassion, his listening, his empathy. It’s like Fr. Greg Boyle’s “Geiger counter”: we look for beauty and goodness. We don’t measure, we meet; we see not sin but son. It works in the way Christian Wiman narrates falling in love, that “sudden rift in my life and mind, as if our love demanded some expression beyond blissful intensity our 2 lives made. Love isn’t limiting. He quotes Elizabeth Bowen: “To turn toward one face is to find your self face to face with everything.” Could it be that God turns toward us in this one child, and as we turn to him, we turn toward each other in hopeful, reconciling ways?

   He is our Head. We may be fond of thinking of the hands and feet of Christ, and dream of being these. But it’s his head, thinking, looking, talking, weeping, sighing, hearing, pierced… O Sacred Head Now Wounded indeed. This is his kingship on this Christ the King Sunday. A crown of thorns, not Queen Elizabeth’s crown of jewels and ermine.

   The notion that the whole purpose of creation was… Jesus: I try to think of the whole purpose of my life being something or another. Maybe it was that day I reported in Christian Century when the infant child of precious church members was rushed to Duke Medical Center, as they’d discovered a malignant tumor wrapped around her spinal cord. I drove 3 hours to be with this family, but I had no words. I just cried. A grinning pastor kin to them somehow materialized, spouting words of confidence – which I did not have. The pediatric oncologist got to me: he had a plan, something to be done. I was so useless, and wished I’d gone to medical school instead. I decided to leave ministry. Really.

   Then, late into the night, as I was about to excuse myself, the parents asked me if I could hold their daughter for a while. She hadn’t stopped crying for hours. They were exhausted, and had a massive day ahead. Yes, I could hold her. They went off, somewhere, and I rocked this crying baby. Finally, she settled and fell asleep. What did I have to offer? Brilliant sermons? Wise theology? Clever prayers? All I could do was hold her.

   It occurred to me that all my training, my Ph.D. in theology and all my worships and experience in ministry, were preparing me for just this moment, to do nothing but hold a crying child in the dark of night. She got some rest, as did her parents. Really: what more did I go into ministry for, after all? I thought of Mary and Joseph rocking Jesus in the dark. It really was all about just this. Maybe all of creation was just about this, Jesus, God’s precious, vulnerable, suffering child, held, cradled, much loved.

   Luke 23:33-43. Christ is king? Want to see what his reign is like? He looks down, suffering the worst physical horror, personal shame and terrible ignominy, and forgives the jokesters who are mocking him. They don’t ask for forgiveness; they don’t confess their sins; they have zero clue who he really is. Unasked, he forgives. That’s all we need to know about the vastness of God’s mercy.

    The thief, portrayed in medieval art as holding Jesus’ hand as they march into heaven, has no stake to mercy, but receives it, and lavishly. What could be more elegant than the Taize chorus, “Jesus, Remember me, when you come into your kingdom”?

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What can we say November 30? Advent 1

   “God Became Small: Preaching Advent,” which reflects on the season and also has a load of illustrative material that might fit in any of the four Sundays.

    Isaiah 2:1-5. What is God’s coming about? Isaiah eloquently invites us to expect something broader than just me as an individual. It’s international, cosmic in scope. Preaching Advent is brief, and hopefully surprising, drawing people out into something beyond the narrowness of the year and the strictures of shopping and decorating. Perhaps reflecting on what we’re seeing through the James Webb telescope, which people seem fond of, is a way to draw people into greater awe and unfathomable expectation.

    Isaiah envisions (or God showed him!) a day when God’s purposes will be consummated. God’s seemingly little hill, Mt. Zion (hardly the highest!) will be the highest, nations will stream into it, all will learn and walk in God’s ways, and weapons will be reforged into implements of life and goodness. Why go to Mt. Zion/Jerusalem? Not to sight-see or have a religious experience, but “that he may teach us his ways, and that we might walk from his paths.” Some unlearning will be required: “Neither will they learn war any more” reminds us that it is learned, not just some natural inevitability.

    I love John August Swanson's "Festival of Lights." The sermon’s punchline is right in the text: “Come, let us walk in the light of the Lord!” (and in worship we can sing “I want to Walk as a Child of the Light”).

    Romans 13:11-14. So many pregnant, alluring phrases in this text! What time is it? Late in the year? or just beginning? Time to wake up! 

I think of Rip van Winkle, sleeping through the American revolution, or the “Sleepers of Ephesus,” who missed the years of transition from the persecution of Christianity to its official place in the empire. There’s some spiritual drowsiness, always, our whole culture preferring distraction, self-delusion, fake images, celebrities over heroes, pet notions over truth, ideology over ideals. There is a kind of sleepy-headed, almost comatose repetition of vapid, cultural Christmas customs.

    The waking isn’t like Frodo coming to in the joyful climax of The Return of the King. It’s, as Paul suggests, alarming. Dietrich Bonhoeffer used the Ephesians 5:14 version of "Wake up!" for the homily for the baptism of his nephew, and then in a letter he wrote from prison for the baptism of his closest friend Eberhard's child. Notice the resonance: in such dark hours like that of World War II in Germany, with Christians vapidly Heil-ing Hitler, it is time to wake up, and to make a radical break with the world.

   Maria Skobtsova, known as Mother Maria of Paris, and now St. Mary of Paris, born 1891 in Latvia, executed in a Nazi concentration camp in 1945 for being part of the French resistance, wrote that “It would be a great lie to tell those who are searching: ‘Go to church, because there you will find peace.’ The opposite is true. The Church tells those who are at peace and asleep: ‘Go to church, because there you will feel real anguish for your sin and the world’s sin. There you will feel an insatiable hunger for Christ’s truth. There, instead of becoming lukewarm, you’ll be set on fire; instead of being pacified, you’ll become alarmed; instead of learning the wisdom of this world, you will become fools for Christ.”

   Americans also have “the Great Awakening,” a revival that was unanticipated and hard to understand today.  Read Jonathan Edwards’s dense, theologically muscular and not very entertaining sermons – and it’s hard to conceive that the masses, especially young adults, were stirred to renewed and deepened commitments to Christ.  Makes you wonder what might actually ‘work’ today.  Lighter, more accessible fare?  Or denser, harder stuff?

   I also think of Awakenings, the book by Oliver Sacks (and then the 1990 film) – the story of victims of an encephalitis epidemic who surprisingly began to do quite well after years of affliction.  All are fitting images of the power the Gospel might have on a vapid, routine kind of life.

   And then the text St. Augustine found when randomly opening his Bible – and everything changed. Can a text do that much heavy lifting? I love Sarah Ruden’s new translation of this moment in the Confessions: “I was weeping with agonizing anguish in my heart; and then I heard a voice from next door, a little boy or girl, I don’t know which, incessantly and insistently chanting, ‘Pick it up! Read it! Pick it up! Read it!’” – and it fell open to Romans 13, in particular this: ‘not in reveling and drunkenness, not in debauchery and licentiousness, not in quarreling and jealousy’ (I was doing okay for the first four… but then the last two?).  ‘But put on the Lord Jesus’ (clothing again…), ‘and make no provision for the flesh, to gratify its desires.’  We have made all sorts of provisions for the flesh to gratify its desires!  We speak fondly of ‘comfort food,’ or for all sorts of occasions we say ‘I need a drink,’ or ‘You deserve that vacation at the beach.’

   If you're doing the Augustine angle, don't forget Mary Oliver's wonderful (short, entirely memorable) poem: "Things take the time they take. / Don't worry. / How many roads did St. Augustine follow before he became St. Augustine.”

    St. John Chrysostom commented on the almost inevitable connection between drunkenness and the others: “For nothing so kindles lust and sets wrath ablaze as drunkenness and tippling… Wherefore I exhort you, flee from fornication and the mother thereof, drunkenness.” We make total provision for the flesh – and even ask God to help!

   I shouldn’t diss the Gospel reading, Matthew 24:36-44. But the apocalyptists have ruined Jesus' ominous yet inviting talk about “the day and hour no one knows, neither the angels of heaven, nor the Son” (as if God the Father arranged things so Jesus his son could enjoy plausible denial!). Spooky “left behind” images lead people down a path toward a curious kind of modern Gnosticism, don’t they? It’s all about readiness, not niceness, a vigilant and holy engagement with the things of God – not easily pulled off ever, much less in this season. There probably is something poignant in that it happens at “an unexpected hour” (v. 44). Why should it be different from anything else that matters? Bad news, sudden death, marriage ending, cancer diagnosis… Who saw it coming? I shuffle off to John Irving’s brilliant characterization (in A Prayer for Owen Meany) of the middle of those night phone calls: “burglar alarms of the heart.”

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   Check out my Advent book for this year, And His Name Shall Be Called - an extended reflection on Isaiah 9:6 in the form of daily devotionals.

What can we say come December 7? Advent 2

For preaching in Advent, check out my "God Became Small" blog on preaching in this peculiar, lovely, challenging season.

   Advent 2.  I'm focusing on Matthew 3:1-12.  But first, I'll mention that Isaiah 11 is a rich text, almost like the joke which you explain and the explanation isn't nearly as funny as the joke; I preached on the same Isaianic theme, which reappears in Isa. 65, a while back, evoking Edwin Hicks's "Peaceable Kingdom" paintings, and how we need wolves to lie down with lambs post-political divisions... 

Romans is mildly interesting.  Psalm 72 more so - as it establishes the standard for kings at their coronation in ancient Israel, and the measure is all about caring for the poor, the downtrodden, the stranger.  A great word for today...

But I'm focused on Matthew 3:1-12.  As I picture people streaming down to the Jordan to hear John and be washed, I think what isn't a Christmas carol -- the wonderful Alison Kraus singing "Down to the River to Pray" - and then the bawdy but profound scene in "O Brother, Where Art Thou."  Worth listening as you meditate, or showing your people, or exploring in the sermon.

Years ago, I heard a sermon in which the preacher pointed out that John the Baptist is all over the birth stories of Jesus, but you never ever see him on a Christmas card.  I mentioned this in a sermon, and someone rose to the challenge are created the world's first ever John the Baptist Christmas card.

Hard to talk people into the idea that Advent is a season of repentance.  It's kind of the season that actually creates new reasons to need to repent... I'm never sure how wise or helpful it is to harangue people about the absurdity of our customs during the holidays - especially when most of us clergy are as enmeshed in the froth and frenzy as everybody else.

John the Baptist would probably nod over Mike Slaughter's memorable book and curriculum title: Christmas is Not Your Birthday.

Yet it's easy (at least it has been for me) to become a bit Scrooge-like during Advent, railing against or at least murmuring about all the consumption - and then the party animals blithely say something trite, like "Jesus is the reason for the season."  Sometimes I think about a clergy friend of mine who texted a photo of a General Conference session to me with his comment: "An unintended consequence of the resurrection."  I guess December is an unintended consequence of the incarnation.

There's beauty in it, and a gut-level comprehension that the little lights in the darkness, the gift-giving, the travelling to be with the people you're stuck with, the generous mood somehow do grasp in fledgling ways the glory of the birth of the Savior.

I wonder if there was a beauty to John the Baptist.  I think a lot about his tone of voice.  I have always pictured him with a gravelly, loud voice, like one of those street preachers.  But maybe his tone was plaintive, pleading, tender and loving.  Please, oh please, repent. 

I love the elegance of the St. John's Bible's depiction of the baptism of Jesus by John.

What is repentance anyhow?  It's not grovelling in guilt.  It's a turning toward God (the Hebrew shuv), a change of mind (the Greek metanoia), it's a homesick prodigal son deciding I so very much want to go home.  John Wesley spoke of repentance as the "porch" (with "faith" as the door, and "holiness" as the house).  I wonder if in preaching I might exploit this porch image.

What's on my porch during December?  A Moravian star, some garland, a tacky flashing Santa, a Christmasy welcome mat.  I hope some carolers will appear and sing to us.  What is your best porch memory? 

Mine relies entirely on a photo.  It was Christmas.  I wasn't 2 yet.  But there I am, perched on my grandfather Papa Howell's lap.  My deepest joy, and sense of belonging, and my richest Christmas memories took place in that house.  Are these little reminiscences, these little tremors in the soul one of the ways God calls us home?

Even if his voice is gentle, John the Baptist sounds threatening when he says "The axe is at the root of the tree."  I wish I'd grown up in, or that my children had grown up in one of those families that went up into the mountains and physically cut a tree to haul home for Christmas.  There must be something about the cutting of what is lovely that needs to happen?  Of course, John is obsessed with "fruit" - another staple of this season (fruitcake, fruitbaskets).  The fruit of the Spirit (Galatians 5) is always in order, and somewhat out of sync with or even at odds with the moods and impulses of the season.

But maybe he's shouting, and God is really angry.  I hope not.... and yet there is so much down here that angers me, and you too.  How to speak prophetically without sounding mad? How to connect deeply with listeners instead of just making them angry at you?  Ministry Matters ran my blog on this subject right after the election.  Unsure it has answers - but maybe some commiseration, and hope?

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   Check out my brand new book, valuable for preachers and laity during Advent (if you're looking for a devotional or group study - even for your church!), And His Name Shall Be Called - reflections on Isaiah 9:7, with Handel's Messiah in the background!