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Last night was the longest night
of the year.
Many of us toke note of it, some
didn’t. But in another time, another age, everyone noticed. As winter came on,
and the days grew shorter, people were filled with fear and dread that the sun
was truly going away, never to return. They determined to woo the unseen forces
whose hands ruled the universe by turning all their attention to the shortening
days and slowing down, ceasing their work, and allowing daily activities to
come to a standstill. They took the wheels off their carts and adorned them
with greenery and candles, and brought them indoors (the precursor to our
Advent wreath). The whole world held its breath.
Imagine that world. Imagine we
are sitting in a very dark place—maybe a room in a house, maybe a field on a
starless night, maybe a deep, deep cave, with the sound of drops of water
echoing around us. And imagine we are shoulder to shoulder, gathered in a
circle instead of spread out among these nice roomy pews. We are huddled
together, not so that we feel squeezed or trapped; but so that we know we are
not alone.
And imagine we are gathered together
around a light. A candle. A campfire. Something which allows us to see one
another’s faces, as well as the light itself. Something that kindles warmth, in
our hands or in our hearts.
This is the truth. This is where
we are. In this place. Around a great light. Hear it again:
In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word
was God. [The Word] was in the beginning with God. All things came into being
through [the Word], and without him not one thing came into being. What has come
into being in [the Word] was life, and the life was the light of all
people. ~John 1:1-4
We’ve spent more than three
months engaging with the story of God and God’s people as told in scripture,
from the very beginning. And now, we gather together around the story of God’s
love come down to earth in the flesh. Today we begin nearly four months of hearing
the story of Jesus in the voice of the Gospel according to John.
All four gospels give us stories
about the origins of Jesus. In the gospel of Mark, Jesus shows up as a fully-grown
man, ready to be commissioned to action by being baptized in the Jordan River.
In the gospels of Matthew and Luke, we hear stories of angel-announcements and
Jesus’ birth, an extraordinary coming of God as a tiny, vulnerable baby.
John goes back even further in
time, back to the very beginning, not just of Jesus, but of the entire
creation. It’s no accident that this passage sounds so very much like those
opening verses of Genesis—In the
beginning when God created the heavens and the earth, the earth was a formless
void and darkness covered the face of the deep… Then God said, “Let there be
light”; and there was light [Genesis 1:1-3]. John wants us to make this
connection. He deliberately sets out to evoke our memory of this story.
The story of Jesus is not just
the story of a man. The story of Jesus is not just the story of a family, or
even a baby. The story of Jesus is the story of God: of God’s loving acts of creation.
In and through the coming of Jesus, God is creating again, something new, a new
reality. The story of Jesus is a story as fundamental as darkness and light. It
is as elemental as the turning of the planet, away from the sun, and then back
again.
Imagine it again with me, the
darkness. But this time… there is no light. There are no shoulders to lean
against. It is just you, alone.
Full disclosure: I’m the kid
whose parents grew accustomed to her knocking on the bedroom door in the middle
of the night, who awakened every single night between ages 3 and 8 and found the
familiar objects in my room had been transformed by the shadows into unnamable
goblins that were out to get me. I’m the one whose mother finally purchased a
plastic nightlight in the form of the Blessed Virgin, which, really, was a
stroke of genius. Actually, it was
more than that. It was a stroke of Jesus.
What has
come into being in him was life, and the life was the light of all people. The
light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not overcome it. ~John
1:3b-5
Now,
before we go on, a word about darkness: We need certain kinds of darkness. In
the darkness under the cold winter earth, seeds germinate. In the darkness
after the factory lights have been extinguished, workers find their rest. In
the darkness of the night, tender words and gestures are exchanged between lovers.
Darkness can be a sweet and potent and beautiful thing. We 21st
century Americans are among the most sleep-deprived people in the world,
because we continue to expose our eyes to the light of computer screens and smartphones
instead of yielding to the comfort and blessing of darkness and a good night’s
sleep. Darkness can be good, in and of itself.
But
we also need the light. The seed that has been germinating in the dark needs
the sun so that the chlorophyll in its leaves can absorb and transform its
energy, for its continued growth above ground. Every human being needs sunlight
to boost our vitamin D, so that we can absorb our calcium, and have strong muscles
and good immune systems. Even lovers need the clear light of day to shine on
their relationships and help them to live and love in the real world of jobs,
family obligations, budgets, and good citizenship.
A
dance of light and darkness has been going on since the beginning of time, and
the light is essential. In Jesus, a kind of light came into our world that can
never be fully extinguished: the light of God’s love. The Advent of Jesus is at
least a tiny little bit like my Mom’s decision to give me a Blessed Virgin
nightlight: a powerful reminder that we are not, in fact, alone, but instead, that
we are seen and valued, loved and cared for.
The light is God’s elemental
message to us, God’s way of speaking to us on an almost sub-rational level, a
level before language. But still: the human species is known as homo sapiens, Latin for “thinking man”
or “wise man.” And so we deal in, and John speaks here about, not just our
instinctive responses to things like light and dark, but also in words,
thoughts, concepts.
And so, the first title given to
Jesus in John’s gospel is “the Word.” Here’s what one seminary professor has to
say about the Word.
The term ‘Word’… sounds like a musical chord: you’re not just hearing a
single note, you’re hearing multiple dimensions of sound all at once. When you
hear the term ‘word’: well, a word is spoken… it’s a form of communication. What
we’re doing is getting to the question, “How does God communicate with us?” It
is really God’s story. How does God get through to us? How does God get through
to [God’s] world? … [Jesus Christ] isn’t just our speculation about God; [in
Christ we are] receiving what comes from God. And without God’s communication,
there’s no possibility for existence, there’s no possibility for relationship.
All that hinges upon God’s ‘Word.’
And you think about the Word, and think about the creation story, ‘Word’
is what brings life into being: God said…[“let there be light”], and
there was [light]. And that’s true in John’s gospel as well: the Word is
that which creates, that which gives life.
And to hear that term [the Word] is to hear both that sense of
communication and that sense of creative power simultaneously, that the power
to communicate is the power to give life. And that’s what God is… doing at the
dawn of creation. That is emphatically what God is… doing in the story of
Jesus.[i]
Jesus Christ is God’s Great
Communication to us, God’s communication of light that does not go out, no
matter what kind of darkness we find ourselves in. Jesus is God’s continuing
act of creating, saying, “Let there be light.” And in Christ we learn what kind
of light God wants to shine in God’s world, what kinds of light God continues
creating in us, and through us.
Last night was the longest night
of the year. The winter solstice took place yesterday afternoon at a few
minutes past noon local time: the sun, at midday, was at its lowest point above
the horizon. Yesterday was our shortest day, and last night was our longest
night.
Many churches hold services on or
around the longest night, to offer a place of sanctuary for those who, in this
season that so emphasizes joy and merriment, find themselves nevertheless in a
spiritual darkness because of grief or loss. Last night at a longest night
service in New Jersey, a friend and colleague shared this poem:
Grief
Is no respecter of my time
Or my process
It sneaks up on me long after
I thought it was done
And perhaps we were not
Spared madness after all
Although we stumble on
Doing our best
To work around the scars.
On this longest night
I am keenly aware of
Loneliness
Failure
Sorrow
Resentment
I wrap it around me like a blanket
In the cold
And I wait for the Sun.[ii]
Is no respecter of my time
Or my process
It sneaks up on me long after
I thought it was done
And perhaps we were not
Spared madness after all
Although we stumble on
Doing our best
To work around the scars.
On this longest night
I am keenly aware of
Loneliness
Failure
Sorrow
Resentment
I wrap it around me like a blanket
In the cold
And I wait for the Sun.[ii]
Last
night was the longest night of the year. Today is the day when the ancient
world let out its breath, in a collective sigh of recognition and relief that
the light was returning, the light was coming once again. In that ancient
world, as the solstice passed and the days began to grow longer again, the
people held festivals and celebrations to mark the return of the sun. The Roman
Festival took place on December 25. They called it Sol Invictus, the Birthday of the Unconquerable Sun (S-U-N).
We Jesus-followers have spent all
Advent waiting for the light, pushing back against the darkness by lighting one
more candle each week. As the physical world (or even maybe our own internal world)
grew darker, still we have been insisting: here comes the Light, the
Unvanquished Son of God, the Light of the World. God’s Great Communication that
we are seen, we are loved. He is coming. He is nearly here. Thanks be to God.
Amen.
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