Year A Advent 3

John sends a message from prison. Whether he is worried, depressed, or angry we don’t know; but he asks, through his disciples, “Are you the one, or are we still waiting for somebody else?”

John has already told the whole Judean countryside the answer: “Here is the Lamb of God, who takes away the sin of the world!” (John 1:29). Yet now, languishing in prison, he wonders why the sin of the world is still chaining him, weighing him down, oppressing him. Herod is hosting wild parties in his palace and hobnobbing with the Romans; John’s disciples are dwindling as they move on to the next great leader, even as John told them they must, and John is angry, and worried, and depressed that so little seems to have changed. His personal imprisonment is eating away at his personal and impressive faith.

In the book Night, Elie Wiesel describes the welcome offered by the block leader when he arrived in his own prison: “Comrades, you are now in the concentration camp Auschwitz. Ahead of you lies a long road paved with suffering. Don’t lose hope. You have already eluded the worst danger: the selection. Therefore, muster your strength and keep your faith. We shall all see the day of liberation. Have faith in life, a thousand times faith. By driving out despair, you will move away from death. Hell does not last forever. …And now, here is a prayer, or rather a piece of advice: let there be camaraderie among you. We are all brothers and share the same fate. The same smoke hovers over all our heads. Help each other. That is the only way to survive.”

Jesus answers John’s disciples, “What do you see? Do you see how the prophecies are being fulfilled? Have you read your scriptures, the ones that say, “Strengthen the weak hands, and make firm the feeble knees. Say to those who are of a fearful heart, ‘Be strong, do not fear! Here is your God. He will come and save you.’ Then the eyes of the blind shall be opened, and the ears of the deaf unstopped; then the lame shall leap like a deer, and the tongue of the speechless sing for joy. For waters shall break forth in the wilderness, and streams in the deserts.” “Do you understand?” asks Jesus. “Tell John what you see, what you hear, and tell him, blessed is he who takes no offence at me, who will accept these signs for what they are; promises of the salvation that has begun, and is at hand.”

Have faith in life, a thousand times faith. Be strong, do not fear. Help each other; that is the only way to survive. Strengthen the weak hands, and make firm the feeble knees. Encourage those who are of a fearful heart.

A year after the tragic events in Newtown, Connecticut, I stand here again on another Sunday after another Friday which witnessed the terror of another school shooting, and there is a part of me that is despairing, that wonders why we must still be patient, what it is that we are waiting for, why we are still imprisoned and oppressed by sin.

James advises, “Be patient, beloved, until the coming of the Lord. Strengthen your hearts.” Jesus says, “Look, I am already here, and blessed is the one who takes no offence at me.”

Another prisoner, Dietrich Bonhoeffer, wrote after ten years of confinement, “It is more prudent to be a pessimist. It is an insurance against disappointment, and no one can say ‘I told you so,’ which is how the prudent condemns the optimist. The essence of optimism is that it takes no account of the present, but it is a source of inspiration, of vitality and hope where others have resigned; it enables a man to hold his head high, to claim the future for himself and not to abandon it to his enemy. Of course there is a foolish, cowardly kind of optimism which is rightly condemned. But the optimism which is will for the future should never be despised, even if it is proved wrong a hundred times. It is the health and vitality which a sick man should never impugn.”

After ten years, Bonhoeffer was still hopeful. He knew that while his enemies might imprison him bodily, they could not confine his soul, much less constrain the goodness of God. He might just as well have added, “and blessed is he who takes no offence at me and my optimism.”

In Advent, we look towards the return of the Christ, the coming of the king, the completion of God’s kingdom. We remember the birth of the incarnate God, Emmanuel, God among us, God with us, and we read with great wonder the stories of healing and new life, of lives transformed and of great joy. Yet still we wait.

I don’t know if John was angry, or impatient, or despairing when he sent his disciples to question Jesus. I don’t quite know what Jesus meant when he said, “and blessed is anyone who takes no offence at me” at the end of his description of his signs of power, the signs that the prophetic Day of the Lord had arrived. But I am drawn to the words of those other prisoners: have faith in life, a thousand times faith; and help one another. Optimism for the future should never be despised; it is the health and vitality which a sick man should never impugn.

We approach the Christmas season, we live through another Advent in a world that is still waiting for the peace of God that passes all understanding. We pray, “Stir up your power, O Lord, and with great might come among us.” We are told, “Be patient.”

Jesus’ answer to John, to us, is yes; yes, I am the one you are waiting for. Yes, I do bring deeds of great power and good news for the poor, and for the poor of spirit. I am with you. And blessed are you that are with me; who take no offence at my walking with you, but who walk with me, who work with me, in hope and faith that the kingdom of God, the peace which passes all understanding is drawn near, is at hand, is ours for the grasping. See it in the small miracles: a woman set free from captivity; a child given a second family; our own failures forgiven.

Strengthen, then, the weak hands, make firm the feeble knees. Take your neighbours by the hand and lead them to the promised land. Tell them of the promises that God has made, that Jesus has confirmed. Say to those of a fearful heart, “Be strong, do not fear. I am with you.” God is with you. Practice optimism; not the cowardly, wishful thinking that Bonhoeffer rightly condemns, but the faith that God does work for good in the world, and that good will prevail; that good already has, in the person of Jesus. Help one another to have faith in life; a thousand times faith.

We need wait for no other. Amen: come, Lord Jesus.

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Saint Lucy’s Day

An Advent meditation for the Episcopal Diocese of Ohio

Friday, December 13, 2013

I remember learning, from John Donne’s Nocturnall, that S Lucie’s day was the shortest, the darkest, “the yeares midnight,” as he would have it. It took me decades to remember why the thirteenth should be the shortest, instead of the twenty-first or second, as we all know it to be. It’s because the calendar changed, during Donne’s lifetime, and the season shifted, in case, like me, you’d forgotten.

Still, since those school days for me, Lucy has always been associated with that “year’s midnight.” Her candles hardly seem sufficient to drive away the tired dullness of a day on which “the Sunne is spent, and now his flasks Send forth light squibs, no constant rayes.” And yet, remember this:
If, in a vast, velvet darkness, you strike a single sulfur match, and watch its tiny flame flicker and fade, and close your eyes, the image that burns on inside your eyelids will not be of the surrounding darkness, but of light, spreading to fill your inner vision.

“The true light, which enlightens everyone, was coming into the world.” (John 1:9). Amen: Come, Lord Jesus.

John Donne, A nocturnall upon S. Lucie’s day, Being the shortest day, in The Complete Poetry of John Donne, John T. Shawcross, ed. (Anchor Books, 1967), 155

A nocturnall upon S. Lucies day,

Being the shortest day.

Tis the yeares midnight, and it is the dayes,
Lucies, who scarce seaven houres herself unmaskes,
The Sunne is spent, and now his flasks
Send forth light squibs, no constant rayes;
The worlds whole sap is sunke:
The generall balme th’hydroptique earth hath drunk,
Whither, as to the beds-feet, life is shrunke,
Dead and enterr’d; yet all these seem to laugh,
Compar’d with mee, who am their Epitaph.

Study me then, you who shall lovers bee
At the next world, that is, at the next Spring:
For I am every dead thing,
In whom love wrought new Alchimie.
For his art did expresse
A quintessence even from nothingness,
From dull privations, and leane emptinesse:
He ruin’d mee, and I am re-begot
Of absence, darknesse, death;things which are not.

All others, from all things, draw all that’s good,
Life, soule, forme, spirit, whence they beeing have;
I, by loves limbecke, am the grave
Of all, that’s nothing. Oft a flood
Have wee two wept, and so
Drownd the whole world, us two; oft did we grow
To be two Chaosses, when we did show
Care to ought else; and often absences
Withdrew our soules, and made us carcasses.

But I am by her death (which word wrongs her)
Of the first nothing, the Elixer grown;
Were I am man, that I were one,
I needs must know; I should preferre,
If I were any beast,
Some ends, some means; Yea plants, yea stones detest,
And love; all, all some properties invest;
If I am ordinary nothing were,
As shadow,’a light, and body must be here.

But I am None; nor will my Sunne renew.
You lovers, for whose sake, the lesser Sunne
At this time to the Goat is runne
To fetch new lust, and give it to you,
Enjoy your summer all;
Since shee enjoyes her long nights festivall,
Let mee prepare towards her, and let mee call
This houre her Vigill, and her Eve, since this
Bothe the years, and the dayes deep midnight is.

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Year A Advent 2: Snakes and other stories

There are a lot of snakes in today’s readings. In Isaiah, a small child plays over the nests of asps and adders. In Matthew, John the Baptizer calls the Pharisees a brood of vipers. Now, a quick survey of biblical snake references will quickly confirm your sneaking suspicion that this is intended as an insult. From the garden of Eden, where the serpent is the cunning cause of the Fall of humankind, to the Revelation of John, where a strange hybrid of horse, lion and snake torments the people (Rev. 9), and Satan himself is described as both dragon and serpent (Rev. 12); from beginning to end, snakes get a bad rap in the Bible.

We tend, on the whole, to be a little wary of snakes. It has a lot to do with their sneakiness and slithering. It has to do with the fact that they can be deadly: some are poisonous; some are strong. Others are completely harmless, at least to humans, but given that by the time you get close enough to identify the harmless variety, you’re in trouble if it isn’t, one might be forgiven for treating all snakes with a certain amount of suspicion.

Snakes also have a rich history of use in religious worship. When we lived in Southeast Asia, we visited a snake temple where a number of pit vipers live side by side with the human worshippers. It is believed that the incense renders them mostly harmless, although as an added precaution they are also milked of their venom. It is probably as well to be innocent as doves and wise as serpents when you share your worship space with a brood of vipers.

Even in our own testaments, the reputation of snakes is not undilutedly bad. Although Proverbs describes the effects of strong drink in terms of a poisonous hangover: “At the last it bites like a serpent, and stings like an adder,” (Proverbs 23:32) in other places snakes serve God’s purposes. In the story of the Exodus, the ability of Aaron, brother of Moses, to turn his staff into a snake is not altogether unique; the Pharaoh’s magicians can do that, too; but Aaron’s snake eats their snakes (Exodus 7). Snakes can be a manifestation of the power of God; nothing in creation is off-limits to God’s use for good. In the Christian church, the strange addendum to Mark’s gospel, in which Jesus says that believers “will pick up snakes with their hands,” has been used to direct some charismatic groups to play with deadly animals, trusting that God will keep them safe from harm. Luke, too, reports a prophetic proclamation: “Behold, I have given you authority to tread on serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy, and nothing shall hurt you,” although that reads to me a little more allegorical than literal with regards to the snakes, and I for one will not be treading scorpions any time soon to put it to the test.

And so, back to the case in hand. John, who has no problem taking on the prophet’s role of telling truth to power, has just called the religious elite of the land a brood of vipers. But Isaiah, a forerunner of this forerunner, told of a time when a little child would play over the nest of brooding snakes and would come to no harm. It is an interesting juxtaposition, especially at this time of year, when we have little hesitation equating Isaiah’s little child to the babe of Bethlehem. “The nursing child shall play over the hole of the asp, and the weaned child shall put its hand on the adder’s den.” Jesus will grow up playing with snakes, unafraid of the brood of vipers. He will enter their lairs, going to dinner at their houses. He will risk their fangs, going breath to breath with them over questions of law, theology and mercy, never forgetting their own potential as instruments of God. These vipers may hiss at him and strike at him, they may even kill him, but they will never poison Jesus, nor his message, nor the living food and drink that he offers to those who believe in him, the bread of life and the cup of salvation.

We talked last week about the Advent discipline of preparing our relationships for the holidays to come, about repairing breaches and rebuilding bridges in our personal lives. We acknowledged that it is not always easy, that sometimes it is almost frightening to contemplate confronting those with whom we share resentment instead of respect, bad memories instead of Kodak moments.

Since then, we heard of the passing of Nelson Mandela. As president of South Africa, he addressed his past as a prisoner first of a racist social system, then as a prisoner in a labour camp and RobbenIsland jail. He addressed his former captors, those who had tried and failed to dehumanize him. He did not hiss or strike out. He spoke prophetically, telling the truth about what had happened to him and offering a pathway to repentance and reconciliation. Through the Truth and Reconciliation Commission, he offered a chance for his people to speak truthfully to one another about their pain, their anger, their bitterness, and to lay it at one another’s feet and step away. So much poison was counteracted in those sessions, and Mandela himself became an antidote to the venom of the apartheid past when he set a personal example of looking forward instead of backward, establishing justice instead of retribution, reconciliation instead of revenge.

When he set up the commission, Mandela appointed Archbishop Desmond Tutu to be its chair. When he looked for healing, for a vision of peace for his country, a holy place where none would hurt or destroy any more, he looked to the church. So my challenge to us as a church is this: are we ready to hear the call to lead our people, our communities, our country to a place of peace? Where should we be looking to extract the venom from public life? Are we ready to administer an antidote to prejudice, to injustice, to enmity, respecting and upholding the dignity of every person? How brave are we willing as a congregation, as a community to be in sharing our religious life, our calling with the pit vipers? There are many ways for the church to get involved in making our world a better place. Where would you like to start?

John called the Pharisees a brood of vipers, but Jesus played over the nest of snakes, and he made genuine friendships with many of them. It was not a low-risk strategy; he ended up on a cross. But he was never poisoned by them, and he was resurrected, scarred by the marks of their fangs on his hands and his feet, but alive, and whole, bringing healing enough, the antidote to the poison of sin and death for the whole world, if we are but ready to receive and to administer it.

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In memoriam

Earlier this year, I preached a sermon about fire and forgiveness, looking back and looking forward. Nelson Mandela, gravely ill at the time, was a great inspiration:

I know that I am not the only preacher this morning who looked at this admonition: No one who puts a hand to the plough and looks back is fit for the kingdom of God – and thought of Nelson Mandela… He put a hand to the plough a long time ago, hoping and praying and, yes, fighting for freedom. Because he refused to accept that the kingdom of God, the rule on earth was one that could discriminate against him and his family and his friends for the colour of their skin, which could segregate and separate them from their true place in society, which could demean their dignity and undermine their humanity; because he put his hand to that plough, he endured trials and tribulations that would have broken most of us; his eyesight was permanently damaged by forced labour in the blinding sun.

He spent twenty-seven years in prison, eighteen of them on RobbenIsland in forced labour.[1] Yet when he emerged from prison, he did not look back. His hand still at the plough, he did not look back, and looking forward he helped to lead his country into a new age, not without its problems, not yet the totally new creation of the kingdom of God, but leaps and bounds along the way from where it was.

With his hand at the plough, he did not look back in anger. After twenty-seven years of imprisonment and ill-treatment, he did not look for revenge; instead his government commissioned Archbishop Desmond Tutu to chair the South Africa Truth and Reconciliation Commission, a remarkable endeavour to heal the people, to salve the wounds of division and oppression, by means of honesty and understanding, confession and candour, and the opportunity for forgiveness.[2]

James and John wanted Jesus to call down fire from heaven to destroy those who had dissed them, but Jesus rebuked them. What must it have cost Mandela personally, to make those choices not to look back, neither to give up nor to go back and rewrite the fight as one that he had won by force?

In his book, God Has a Dream, Desmond Tutu makes the observation that, “Our world is better because of the life and witness of a Mahatma Gandhi, of a Mother Teresa, of an Oscar Romero, of a Nelson Mandela.”[3]

I pray him perfect peace, joy and light eternal.


[1] Desmond Tutu, with Douglas Abrams, God Has a Dream: A Vision of Hope for Our Time (Doubleday, 2004), 72-73

[2] Ibid, 10

[3] Ibid, 115

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