An Epiphany: Sermon on Luke 2:41-52

Because I have been preaching from the Narrative Lectionary this year, and because that puts us firmly in the gospel of Luke from now through Easter Sunday, I chose this morning to preach about another showing, the showing, not to the Gentile Magi, but to Jesus' parents.

Scripture can be found here...

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Arise! Shine! For your light has come!

I think I was about 12 or 13 years old. I was in Fort Lauderdale, FL with my family, and with three other families, at the Coralido Inn. It was our annual Christmas pilgrimage to the land where my personal New Year’s Celebration was to dive into the pool at midnight and then sit out under the stars until it got too chilly. It was the single week in every year my parents, small business owners, allowed themselves to take a vacation. It was our one indulgence: time in the sun, time for family, time for folks who worked 6 days a week, 12 hours a day, to relax.

And then I went and got lost. I didn’t really get lost. As far as I was concerned, if anyone had thought about it for five seconds, they would have realized exactly where I would be, where I must be: I was on the beach. In the ocean. I had taken a towel and a book and a transistor radio (kids, ask your parents to tell you what that is), and I had gone to the beach. I was 12 or 13 years old, for heaven’s sake.

Well. When I got back—a couple of hours later—my parents were in a state of panic the likes of which I had never witnessed. They were terrified. But pretty soon they got over being terrified, and were simply furious. I had been thoughtless, I had been irresponsible. I had scared them half to death. “Didn’t you know where I’d be?” I finally said, exasperated. That conversation did not end well.

You know how it is. Families take trips together. Every Christmas, or every summer. It is a tradition. They go for the holidays, or for the holy days, or both at the same time. It is a time to be together, to unwind. Or it is a time to fulfill an obligation—maybe sacred, maybe familial. And sometimes, on one of those trips, something happens that causes the members of the family to learn something about one another they didn’t know before.

Jesus and his parents took such a trip every year. It was the strong tradition of all Jews who were dispersed throughout the known world to travel to Jerusalem to celebrate the Passover. Traditionally, Jerusalem has been a place of longing for Jews since the time when they were first forced from their homeland and their temple, and to this day, Jews throughout the world acknowledge this longing at the end of the Passover Seder, the very last words of which are: “Next year in Jerusalem.”

Jesus and his parents took this trip every year, including the year he was twelve years old. And after the Festival of Passover had concluded they turned their faces to their hometown, Nazareth. Jesus’ parents did not realize it at first, but Jesus had stayed behind. It’s hard to imagine leaving a child behind in a large city until you realize that it was also the custom to travel in a large group. We went to Fort Lauderdale with the K's and the D's and the M's. Jesus and his family went with the men and women and children of Nazareth and surrounding villages. Men traveled in one group, and women traveled in another group, and children in still another, though with women chaperoning. Older boys—twelve and older, most likely, traveled with the men. In the kinds of crowds that would have been swarming out of Jerusalem at the end of the Passover, it would have been easy to assume your child was where he was supposed to be. Mary and Joseph assumed their child was among the pilgrims returning to Nazareth.

Their child.  That is part of the problem of this story. Things have changed in two thousand years, and they haven’t. We think of twelve year-olds as children… until we meet a few, that is. In 2013, most twelve-year-olds are certainly on the cusp of a kind of adulthood, even though it will be a number of years before they have the kind of independence and self-sufficiency we associate with true adulthood. Was it the same for twelve-year-olds of Jesus’ time and place? Certainly, a twelve-year-old child of Jewish parents today would be performing their Bar Mitzvah and taking on the religious responsibilities and roles of adulthood in their faith community. There is no record of Bar Mitzvah for twelve-year-old children in biblical times, though by the Middle Ages it is clear that at the age of 13 Jewish children were bound to fulfill the requirements of the law. I think we can assume a 12 year old in Jesus’ time and place was, at least, on the cusp of something… some transition that we would be familiar with, we who will be confirming 12 and 13 year olds before too long.

And yet, it’s pretty clear, Mary and Joseph did not see this coming, which may be surprising to us, seeing as we’ve been reading the past several weeks about all these aspects of Jesus’ conception and birth that certainly would have signaled that there was something special about this child. Then again, that all had happened twelve years ago. One working preacher writes,

Had things been so blessedly ordinary for so long—no more angels, adoring shepherds, and OT prophesies—that the mystery surrounding their son’s birth had begun to fade like a dream? Or maybe Mary and Joseph were aware of what their son would do and become, but figured that was years away. Perhaps Jesus hadn’t shown any signs of theological curiosity and so his parents couldn’t imagine him hanging out in the temple. Maybe Mary and Joseph simply failed to see that their baby was growing up.[i]

At a certain point, every single parent is confronted with the inevitably surprising information that their children are separate from them. That they have their own identities and interests, passions and priorities. At a certain point, a child realizes there is a star he or she wants to follow. Must follow. Can’t not follow. There is no other way.

Star of wonder in the heavens

Wonder what you want of me
Should I follow you tonight
Star of wonder
Star of wonder
I am just a lonely shepherd
Watching from a distant hill
Why do you appear to me
Star of wonder
If you will
In the morning they'll come looking for the
Shepherd on the hill
What would make her leave her flock
For surely she must love them still
Star of wonder in the heavens
Are you just a shining star
Or should I follow you tonight
Star of wonder
Star of wonder
Shining bright[ii]

By the age of twelve Jesus realized, or recognized, the star he was meant to follow, and follow it he did. And the action of following that star to the temple, where he conversed deeply with the scholars, the scribes, the professionally religious folk—that was an epiphany for his parents. It was a moment in his life that showed them something—I don’t want to say they weren’t prepared for it. All those angels, etc. Maybe they weren’t prepared in the sense that no one is prepared to see God shining through their child quite so profoundly as God was already, or abruptly, shining through Jesus. Maybe they weren’t prepared in the sense that none of us is, in the end, prepared to see someone familiar—a child, a parent, a loved one or friend—arise into their true destiny in a way that is so breathtaking. But arise he did. He arose. He shone. He showed. And then he was twelve again, perhaps just the tiniest bit petulant. “Didn’t you know where I’d be?”

What star will you be following this year? At a certain point, every one of us realizes there is a star that we want to follow. Must follow. Can’t not follow. There is no other way. What star has God shown you that you must follow, that you can’t not follow? Arise! Shine! For your light has come! Thanks be to God. Amen.

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[i] Craig A. Satterlee, Luke 2:41-52: Commentary on the Gospel, December 30, 2012, WorkingPreacher.Org (http://www.workingpreacher.org/preaching.aspx?lect_date=12/30/2012).

[ii] Terre Roche, “Star of Wonder,” from the album “We Three Kings,” Copyright 1991. Sung by Pat Raube and Joan Raube-Wilson.

Friday Five: Resolutions and Absolutions Edition

Lucy, the Margate (NJ) Elephant, celebrates the New Year!

The New Year has dawned! At this point, we are four days in. The photo above shows an icon of my hometown in full on celebration mode. This is, of course, typically a time when many of us try to turn over a new leaf, start a new habit, or otherwise live into the newness of the year. As for me and my house, there is a concerted effort afoot to keep a record of everything I eat, as well as the seasonal re-commitment to morning prayer. At the same time, I'm trying to cultivate a more self-accepting stance, an attitude of gentleness and forgiveness with myself when I don't keep those promises. Herewith, a Friday Five all about Resolutions and Absolutions.


Resolutions:

1. Start by sharing your success stories with us: In the past, what resolution has been your most successful? What change have you made that has been the most beneficial, to your mood, health, finances, or other way of being in the world?

I created this Friday Five, so you'd think I'd have answers for all the questions. I don't. This one stumps me. I think the truth is, the "Resolution" model has not worked very well for me in the past. The times I've made a big change were not tied to the turning over of a page on the calendar, but a more internal sense of urgency. That may be the key for me: if I don't truly accept that there will be a significant benefit-- whether physical, emotional, or spiritual-- I'm not likely to stick with something long enough for the change to adhere.

2. What is one thing you hope to do differently this year with regard to health, either physical or spiritual? If you are satisfied with your current status in both areas, perhaps you would be willing to share something you've already done (or regularly do) to care for yourself.

That said, I do have some resolutions about my physical health this year. I've regained a significant amount of the weight I lost a few years back, though not all. I'd like to reverse that. But I'd like to do it differently. Last time I did it by means of a group that used a very rigid food plan which eliminated whole food groups. I'm not convinced that is a viable long-term strategy. So this year I'm trying to do it through an approach of moderation and forgiveness of "failures." The trick, of course, is making sure I'm not so forgiving that no progress is made at all!

3. What is one thing you hope your family (of origin, of choice, however you define your primary place of mutual emotional sustenance) will do differently this year? A new tradition for birthdays? More vacation time? Game night? Feel free to really dream about ways to deepen your connections with those you love.

My family is a terrible collection of TV and movie junkies. In fact, we've spent a lot of time in the past week in front of screens together-- which we love and enjoy, but which is probably part of my personal issue with weight control as well. I am hoping for all of us to find a way to cultivate and truly enjoy a more active lifestyle, and some of that may well be about the time we spend together.

4. What is one thing you hope your community of faith will consider doing differently this year? New music? Different approaches to preaching? Rearranging the furniture? If you are in a position to try to introduce change, share some of your enthusiasm and/ or anxiety with us!

This year I am sensing from several different sources that we will likely be moving toward a more intentional ministry around feeding the hungry. (Is that ironic, considering the above?  Hmmm.) I've hoped for several years that we might have a food pantry or weekly meal, but now I'm getting a sense that the Spirit is moving a number of us to investigate that possibility. How exciting is it when God gets involved?

Absolutions:

5. In what area would you most like to learn to be gentle with yourself? For what would you most like to forgive yourself? Share your ideas and strategies for extending yourself the kind of grace we know we are offered by God.

I know I need to learn to forgive the lapses where diet and exercise are concerned; otherwise, the guilt I feel results in further indulging-- not a helpful cycle! Gentleness and reflection seem a better strategy than mental self-flagellation, don't you think? :-)

I will be traveling in the morning, but will check in with all our Friday Fivers in the afternoon. Let us know if you decide to play! Here's how to share your link:

<a href="the url of your blog post goes here">what you want the link to say goes here</a>

God's Consolation: Meditation on Luke 2:21-40

Simeon and Anna Recognize the Lord in Jesus: Rembrandt van Rijn

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The month of January was named by the ancient Romans for their god Janus, the god of beginnings and, therefore, also, endings. Also the god, therefore, of transitions, gateways, doorways and time. Janus was the god who looked both backwards and forwards, so he was depicted as having with two faces, so that he could do both at the same time.

Looking back and looking forward. It’s what we do at this time of year. We look back at the year gone by. Print and online magazines will provide us photographs and biographies of the famous and infamous people who died this year—Maurice Sendak and Sally Ride. Donna Summer and Arthur Ochs Sulzberger. Phyllis Diller and Neil Armstrong. Nora Ephron and David Rakoff. And the critics will offer up their lists of the ten best movies, and the ten best novels, and the ten craziest things said by this or that pundit or news station this year. We look forward too, by the making of our own lists—our New Year’s Resolutions, the ways in which we will become, we hope, better people. I will learn to play the mandolin, I will lose weight, I will cut down on the time spent online, I will write letters with pen and paper. We look back and we look forward.

Have you ever wondered why this time of looking back and looking forward is most commonly celebrated by getting good and drunk?

There are lots of possible answers to that question. Here’s my guess. I think it can be hard to look back. For some, they are looking back on a tragedy like that suffered by the community of Rochester on Christmas Eve, or the one ten days earlier in Newtown, CT, the death of so many innocents. For others, the hardships were not on the scale of sudden tragedy, but were sustained over time, like a long, dull ache that does not go away. Life transitions, job losses, relocation, relationship troubles or breakups, health problems small, medium and large.  These are the kinds of painful realities that may well still be with us as we transition into the New Year. Looking back can draw a sharp red line under the pain that only seems to increase the ache. Thus, the impulse to dull it, deny it, and cover it up with a celebration whose main feature seems to be not being able to remember too much the next day.

Simeon and Anna look back and look forward, too, but in a way that is very different.

When we meet Simeon, we are told he is a man “righteous and devout, and looking forward to the consolation of Israel.” Simeon looks back, and he sees the pain—all that pain and suffering we have been hearing about all through the fall, the story of the struggles of God’s people. But Simeon looks forward as well. He looks forward to God’s consolation.

That word, consolation, is from a Greek word meaning “calling near.” Simeon is looking forward to that time when all God’s people will know that God walks beside them, that God hears their cries and pleas and calls for help. You could make the argument that Simeon is looking forward to the coming of a Messiah.

Simeon sees that consolation in the flesh when he sees the infant Jesus, the one brought to the temple by his parents.

Anna, too, looks back on a life with its share of pain. She and her husband had just seven short years together, and she has lived the rest of her life—fifty years or more—in the temple. Anna is a prophet, and that means she is a truth teller. Anna’s truth is that she spends all her days hoping, praying, waiting, looking forward that time when the balm and healing of God, will pour down upon her and upon all God’s hurting children.

Anna sees Jesus, and he becomes her truth, he becomes that healing balm of God.

Both Anna and Simeon look back and see in the past, not just the pain, but also the joy. They see both pain and joy in the future as well, in their own lives, and in the life of this tiny child, still in the arms of his parents. We hear Simeon’s words to Mary, and we wonder—is this the kind of thing one says to a new mother? But this is not just the very real and human story of the life of Jesus unfolding; it is the story of scripture, too. As we tell the story, we tell it all—we don’t leave out the painful bits, or the traumas, and we don’t leave out the joys and beauty. We try to tell the truth, tell it whole.

Looking back and looking forward. Like Anna and Simeon, we are here in the midst of the still-beautiful celebration of Jesus’ birth, God’s consolation, God’s drawing near to frail and fragile humanity. We have called, and God has come. This morning, after our offering, we will all share in an opportunity to pray, not simply with words, but with actions, for healing and wholeness, for ourselves, for those we love, and for God’s whole world. You will be invited to come forward, if you wish, to receive anointing and prayer, from either myself or one of our ruling elders. Anointing with oil and prayer is an ancient way of showing that you are asking for God’s healing. It is an enacted prayer, a physical sign of your spiritual hope.

You will also be invited to light a candle, as another form of a prayer-in-action. These can be prayers for yourself, for a loved one, for a group of people, for a community, for the church, for the whole world. Your candle is a physical sign of your spiritual hope.

And you will be invited to a time of silent prayer. Prayer in community is a powerful thing. Even if you choose not to come forward to light a candle or to receive anointing, you can participate by praying.

“My eyes have seen your salvation,” Simeon says, “which you have prepared in the presence of all peoples, a light for revelation to the Gentiles and for glory to your people Israel.” God’s consolation is for all. God’s promise of healing is not about holiness or worthiness or praying hard enough or being anointed well enough. God’s consolation, God’s healing, is a gift. As we look back on the year past and as we look forward to the year that dawns, God’s consolation is free for the asking. Thanks be to God. Amen.

God in Exile: A Christmas Eve Meditation

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I want to welcome you. It gives me incredible joy to see you—all of you, those of you I see practically every week here at Union Presbyterian Church, as well as those of you who make this place your ‘home for the holidays.’ It gives me great joy to see you. Welcome.

But you know, if the angels are out and about and looking for a place to announce the birth of Christ, they probably won’t be coming here tonight.

Not that our hearts wouldn’t be open to that—they would! We would thrill, we would rejoice, we would sing louder and more passionately every last carol, and gaze into the flames of our candles and see with greater clarity than ever the mysteries of God’s love! How amazingly wonderful that would be!

But the angels probably won’t be coming here tonight. That’s because Christ is being born where he is needed the most.[i]

If we’re looking for an angelic announcement tonight, my bet is that it will come to someone sitting alone in a bar, or it will come to someone hanging out with a gang in some dark corner of a parking lot, or it will come to one sitting woodenly in a chair in a quiet and empty apartment, or maybe in a prison cell, where it’s never truly quiet. Christ is being born tonight where he is needed most.

On that first Christmas so long ago, the angels gave their announcement to the shepherds. Here’s the thing about shepherds. They were the ultimate outcasts in the ancient world—for all I know, in parts of the world that may still be true. If you were a shepherd, you came from the lowest rung of the social ladder. You were probably a youngest son, one with no other prospects, someone who couldn’t find any decent work. The people—the nice people, the kind of people who could go to services on the holy days and nights of the year—they, for the most part, thought of shepherds as thieves and thugs, liars and degenerates. Towns had ordinances preventing shepherds from coming within the city limits. The testimony of shepherds was inadmissible in court. Think of the last person you’d like to see walking into this sanctuary tonight. Be honest with yourself. On the night Jesus was born, that would have been a shepherd.

As for the professionally religious people, they didn’t let shepherds come anywhere near the holy places—shepherds’ work meant that they were in a perpetual state of ritual uncleanness, meaning they couldn’t get in to offer sacrifices or hear the scriptures proclaimed even if they wanted to.

But why would they want to? Every message they received—from good, decent, hardworking people—was that the world had given up on them. God had given up on them. So, it stands to reason that they had given up on God. Why wouldn’t they? As one pastor writes, “Spend enough time in the field, shunned by decent and religious folk, disappointed by God, or overwhelmed by grief, and we stop caring that we are outsiders. We give up trying to get inside religion, or even on God, to get on with life. But God does not give up on us. God sends angels to people who have given up on God.”Christ is being born where he is needed the most.

It’s practically a cliché, but think with me, just a moment, about the movie “It’s a Wonderful Life.” The angel—the bumbling, adorable, wingless Clarence Oddbody, Angel Second Class—where does he shows up? He doesn’t show up at church, while the people are singing and praying. He doesn’t show up around a dinner table filled with loving people, friends and family come together for the holiday. He doesn’t even show up at the old Building and Loan. Clarence shows up on a bridge over a river, where a man at the end of his rope is ready to put an end to the terrible pain and humiliation he is enduring. Christ is being born where he is needed the most.

And Christ is leaving behind just about everything that makes God, God in order to do this astonishing thing. That’s why the story of the birth of Christ is a story of God going into exile. In Christ—this is the central affirmation of Christmas, this is why we are here tonight—God leaves behind the power and majesty and glory of being God, and takes on powerless, ordinary, unglamorous human life. And not even impressive human life. God does not come as a king or priest or ninja or something else that would make sense because of its awesomeness. God comes as a baby, utterly vulnerable, utterly dependent, frail, and fragile. And the ones God tells first, the ones who get that angelic announcement, complete with the heavens practically bursting into flames to get their attention, are the ones who have no earthly reason to think God cares for them at all. God goes into exile to save a people in exile.

We are exiled from God’s original plan for us, to love God and enjoy God forever while at the same time caring for God’s beautiful world. We are exiles—out of place, out of time, not where we should be, and that exile takes all kinds of forms. We are sinful and sorrowful. We are angry and filled with hate. We are numb and hopeless. Or even, we are distracted, removed, out of touch with God, our Creator, our first and perfect Parent, our divine Lover and Suitor, the one who is always doing all kinds of amazing things to get our attention, sunrises and snowflakes, to name just a few. We are a people in exile. Some of us—even some of us here, tonight, maybe—have given up on God.

But God does give up on us, any more than God gave up on the shepherds, outcast and exile though they surely were. God cared for them, and God cares for us, every last one of us. Those of us who are here completely confident that God will show up and those of us who have been dragged here because this is what the family does, and we think, it’s quaint, it’s picturesque, maybe it’s even a lovely tradition, but it’s not real. Take heart. Christ is being born tonight where he is needed the most. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe the angels will be here after all.

I read a story at 6:30 this morning—you know how you can subscribe to something, and they send you emails every day, and sometimes you think, agggh, enough with this, I’m going to unsubscribe. But you don’t, for whatever reason. Well, this is what I read in one of those emails at 6:30 this morning.

One time on Hollywood Boulevard I saw a young girl with a baby. It was a crisp winter morning and her hair shone dark purple in the sun. She was panhandling outside the Holiday Inn & the door clerk came out & told her to be on her way & I wondered if anyone would recognize the Christ child if they happened to meet. I remembered thinking it’s not like there are any published pictures & purple seemed like a good color for a Madonna so I gave her a dollar just in case.  

~ Brian Andreas, “Purple Madonna,” 2012.

We just don’t know. But we can trust. Christ will be born, is being born, precisely where he is most desperately needed tonight. That may well be in you, that may well be in me. So, eyes wide open. Ears cocked, like a donkey in a stable trying to figure out who’s at the door.  All is readiness for the marvelous birth that means we need live in exile no longer. And for that, all thanks be to God. Amen.

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[i] This meditation owes its heart and soul to the reflection by Craig Satterlee at workingpreacher.org. My heartfelt thanks. Craig A. Satterlee, “Luke 2:1-14 (15-20), Commentary on Gospel,” WorkingPreacher.org: http://www.workingpreacher.org/preaching.aspx?lect_date=12/24/2012.

Longing for a Child: Advent 4 Sermon on Luke 1:26-38

"Annunciation" by John William Waterhouse (1914)

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She was nobody special. She was young. Someone told me this week that one of the most memorable things they ever heard in a sermon was her age: She was probably about 14 years old, when all these things happened—the angelic announcement, the most assuredly unplanned pregnancy, the being swept up in God’s Very Big Plan. Or maybe even younger. Maybe, according to scholars, as young as twelve.

Mary could have been in our confirmation class.

She wasn’t married, but plans were underway. That was pretty normal for girls her age. And unlike her older cousin Elizabeth, and her husband Zechariah, whose story takes up the first twenty-five verses of this gospel, Mary had no distinguished pedigree. She was not, best we can tell, a member of a priestly family, or a family with connections of any kind.

She was just a young girl, from an unremarkable family in Nazareth, a rural backwater if you want to know. Nobody special from no place special.

And yet. And yet.

As for the world Mary inhabited, here’s what we know: Since the passage we read last week, those words of encouragement to the people returning from exile, about five hundred years have passed.

Since the writing of Chronicles, the last-written book of the Old Testament, about 275 years have passed.

Since Mary’s people, and God’s people, were last oppressed… well, that has been an ongoing kind of thing. After the Babylonians came the Persians, and after the Persians the Seleucids. Then came the Ptolemaic dynasty, and finally, the brutal and ever-expanding Roman Empire.

Mary’s people are still not free. They still do not have the full extent of God’s covenant promise of land, offspring and blessing securely in hand.

And yet. And yet.

They continue to tell the story. They continue to hope for—no, expect—God’s promise to be fulfilled. They are still a people full of longing. They are longing for God to extend a mighty arm and save them. They are longing for salvation.

God has a funny way of replying to our longings.

Just to be clear, Mary is not, at the beginning of our story, longing for a child. Far from it. And that makes this birth announcement unique in the Bible (though, not in the ancient world). In the Old Testament, in the midst of a culture that places a premium on childbearing, and honors women for performing that function successfully, the longing for a child by a woman is an often-told tale. In fact, that is precisely Elizabeth’s tale, and Zechariah’s. It is a classic Old Testament story: a woman has all but given up hope of having a child. And then, by the power of God, it happens.

Here, Mary has not expressed any hope of having a child. She probably just wants to graduate from the ancient Palestinian equivalent of middle school before the wedding. And yet. And yet.

An angelic messenger arrives. Our translation sounds a little stilted, like a greeting Mr. Spock might give to a visiting dignitary aboard the starship Enterprise. “Greetings, favored one! The Lord is with you.” Presbyterian pastor, scholar and poet Eugene Peterson offers this translation:

Good morning!

You’re beautiful with God’s beauty,

Beautiful inside and out!

God be with you.

Good morning. We have spent some time over the past weeks reading accounts of angels in our Monday evening Bible Study. And it is not unusual for the appearance of a messenger from God to strike fear into the heart of the ordinary mortal. Most often, the first words out of an angel’s mouth are “Fear not.” “Don’t be afraid.” Remember the ecstatic, booming angel chorus at the call of Isaiah several weeks ago?  This is a very gentle kind of angelic greeting. A greeting for a young girl, a girl of twelve or thirteen or fourteen. Good morning!

Mary is troubled, though. She is perplexed. That message that “God is with you” is a perplexing one. In Mary’s world, God is with prophets like Isaiah, mighty kings and warriors like David, perhaps the ancient Judges like Deborah. God is not with young teenagers from unknown families in out-of-the-way villages.

And now the angel says, “Don’t be afraid.” And then he drops the bombshell, that first for the Bible—that one-and-only, in fact. A virgin will conceive and give birth to a son. That virgin is Mary, and the name of her son will be Jesus.

To a people longing for salvation, God will send an infant whose name means “God saves.”

It almost sounds like God is playing a joke.

God’s people: Save us!

God: Ok. Here’s a baby. And, trust me, you’ve never heard of his mother. Oh, and his patrimony is absolutely unbelievable, and will be the cause of scandal.

If the people are longing for salvation, God could have sent an army. An army of angels! An army of highly skilled warriors, a kind of Divine Delta Force, Holy Navy Seals. Or, at the very least, God could have sent a warrior, a king, a prophet unparalleled.

God did none of these things. Because the truth is, whether they knew it or not, God’s people were longing for a child.

And not just because the child would be a king, or be called ‘Son of the Most High,’ or  ‘Son of God.’ All these titles are titles Mary and her people have heard, time and again. They are all titles claimed by the Caesars, the Roman Emperors, the oppressors of Mary’s people.

Mary’s people are longing for a sign that God sees. That God hears. That God gets it. That God understands what they are going through, oppressive regime after oppressive regime, senseless death after senseless death, hard life followed upon by hard life.

What better way for God to show how fully God understands than this? Not to send, but to come. Not to swoop down in power, but to be brought forth with the cooperation of a young girl? Not to emerge in Jerusalem or Rome, but as nobody special, from no place special?

God’s people were longing for a child, because only by coming as a child could God truly reveal the extent—the length and breadth, the height and depths—of God’s own love and longing for humanity.

Longing for a child. This child. Not for the usual reasons we long for our children. More similar, perhaps, to the reasons we long for our parents—the irreplaceable knowledge, that we carry deep in our bones, that we are seen. We are heard. We are known. We are loved, without condition. And that someone is there to make it better when we are suffering. A tall order, certainly, and one that most of us who are parents know we fall far, far short of filling.

But God doesn’t fall short. Nobody special—we are seen. From no-where special—we are heard. Without pedigree—we are known. Without achievement—we are loved, we are cherished, and we are given, day in and day out, an opportunity, like Mary, to say, Yes.

Yes to the unknown.

Yes to our small part in God’s Very Big Plan.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

So, to you, from God:

Good morning!

You’re beautiful with God’s beauty,

Beautiful inside and out!

God be with you.

Thanks be to God. Amen.

A Prayer for a Sorrow-Filled Advent 3

A Christmas Icon, made by young people from our church. <3

Church was glorious this morning. Our choir sang the cantata, "And Glory Shone Around," and the music and voices lifted all our hearts and spirits.


My job was to proclaim scripture (Isaiah 61:1-11) and pray. Here is my prayer.

God of day and God of night, God of sun and God of storm, God of joy and God of sorrow, you have anointed your Son Jesus Christ with your Spirit: to bring good news to the oppressed, to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and release to the prisoners; to proclaim the year of your favor; to comfort all who mourn; to give those who mourn garlands of flowers instead of urns of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of the tears of mourning, the mantle of praise instead of a spirit faint with horror and sorrow.

And we are oppressed by the news of another slaughter of innocents—your children in Newtown, Connecticut, and in Oregon, and in China, Afghanistan, and Chicago.

And we are brokenhearted, at the thought of so many empty arms and beds and hearts, torn apart by unending violence.

And we are in need of comfort, comfort and joy, on this day when all joy—even joy that rings out in beautiful voices and music—is salted with the taste of tears.

And so we turn to you, God of Gentleness and God of Power, and we place it all in your hands. And we ask you:

You who know the agony of watching your Beloved child die, weep with us as we mourn these children and adults.

You who taught in Jesus that we must become like children to enter into your life, rage with us at the senseless loss.

You who promised garlands instead of ashes, show us the signs of your life and love, every green bud of hope that pushes through.

You who promised to bring good news to the oppressed, give strength and courage to those who are sick and dying.

You who promised to comfort those who mourn, surround all who lose loved ones with your powerful and loving presence.

You who promised to lift us up on the wings of eagles, strengthen our failing spirits,

Until every one of us can proclaim, with confidence, with hope, and yes, even with joy, the Spirit of the Lord is upon me, God has anointed me to bring the Good News, in the name of Jesus Christ, the prince of peace, who taught us to pray:

Our Father, who art in heaven: hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our debts as we forgive our debtors. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil: for thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory forever, Amen.

Friday Five "Still Advent, Baby!" Edition

Those of you who are my friends on Facebook know I've been trying to post Advent music in this season, which is no small trick because, as you well know, it's been "Christmas" since Halloween in the world out there! So today we focus on Advent and its music-- the good, the bad, the new and the as-yet-unheard!

1. First, do you come from a tradition in which the Advent season is embraced? This is not true for all of us. If you do, what is your personal preference? Do you love it or hate it? Embrace it or want it to go away already? How enthusiastically does your church enter into Advent?




We Presbyterians love our Advent-- NOW--, and I come from a tradition (Roman Catholic) that embraces it also. But I think Advent is still relatively new in our denomination, so there are still folks who would like to hear Christmas carols in church pretty quickly after Thanksgiving. But I want us to linger in the season-- it's theological! Our longing for Christmas reminds us of our longing for Christ, and that's a good thing!

2. What is your favorite Advent music? Link to a favorite piece if you can.



I adore THE most traditional Advent hymn, "O Come O Come Emmanuel," which is based on a medieval prayer, which is itself based on ancient names for Christ. Here is my currently favorite version.

3. What Advent music makes your skin crawl-- or at least annoys you and makes you wish it were Christmas already?





None, really. Okay, that "light the Advent candle, one" song used to bug me until my children learned it, and then I got all gooey inside.

4. Any Advent discoveries or re-discoveries? Again, we love links-- share your music with us!


I spent yesterday cooking to the sounds of "The Miserable Offenders" (!!!), an all-too-short-lived duo. They have an album still available on iTunes, "Keepin' the Baby Awake" which EVERYONE MUST BUY! (I am not related to the Offenders in any way.) Alas, their genius has not yet made it to Youtube. Go listen to their original song "What is the Crying at Jordan". Beautiful.

5. Tell us how your Advent is going this year. Lost in a haze of church busyness? Finding ways to sit quietly in the darkness and wait? Give us your tips for a really rich Advent experience!



I am sorry to say, I am somewhat lost in a haze of busyness, personal and churchy in nature. But I have hope and faith that it will not always be so.

Blessings of this dark, sweet season come your way!