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Isaiah 35;
Matthew 11:1-11
Now is this
not an odd combination of texts for Advent?
On the one hand, the beautiful metaphor Isaiah uses for the day when
God’s dream will come to reality; on the other, John the baptizer in prison, likely
facing the death penalty for his truth-speaking.
He’s
doubtful. He’s wondering, have I wasted
my life? All that fire and brimstone
preaching I did to “prepare the way of the Lord”—you don’t look much like what
I thought was coming, Jesus. I expected
the world to be changed because you’d come as God’s anointed!
I think he’s
disappointed at his dashed dreams. In
the words of a recent Christmas song, “this is such a strange way to change the
world.” It’s all upside down, no great
furious judge coming in on a white steed with great army to overthrow the
Romans.
Yes, it’s an
odd text for Advent surely—shouldn’t we be singing with the angels or watching
our flocks or something by now?
What can
this dark dank place John is in have to do with the cute little baby in the
manger?
Well, what
can it have to say to our dark places when the joy is suddenly
challenged by divorce, or diagnosis, or death, that rock our world and our
dreams are dashed into disappointment?
The reality
is that this time of year is often the darkest in more ways than daylight
hours; it is the highest time of despair and fear for many people. We can light candles and buy gifts and sing
carols, but we’re still a long way off from peace on earth, goodwill to all—and
the joy of this day seems far off for lots of people. Disappointment and doubt seem stronger than
dreams.
But the
story goes that the cute little baby was born in a dark, maybe dank, cave, part
of a homeless family, coming a political refugee for a while…..yet out of that
grew a man whom God used to help the blind see, the deaf hear, the lame walk….a
man who’d spend time with the weak, not the strong, the outcasts, the wrong
kind of people. An upside down world
from a God who brings marvelous things out of awful circumstances…..like that
great desert metaphor: waters shall break forth in the wilderness,
and streams in the desert, the burning sands shall become a pool and the
thirsty ground springs of water.
So those of
you who, this day, do not feel the joy, don’t worry; it is merely buried for a
season. And hear the words in the midst
of Isaiah’s vision: ….do not be afraid
Many of us
have known that reversal. We have come
to understand that God does bring marvelous things out of awful circumstances,
and have grown deeper into joy because of it.
We have come to understand that joy isn’t something that comes from
outside like a bolt out of the blue; if we believe that, we’d once again blame
God and sink into disappointment. No,
joy is learned.
We learn
joy.
We learn it by seeing it. We
learn to distinguish joy from entertainment.
We
learn to develop it for ourselves….first, by looking around for it, seeing it
in others, seeing it in desert places where something grows, seeing God at work
still, in spite of the bad news all around…..then by working at it…intentionally
turning upside down our belief system based on fear, transforming it into a
spirituality of joy..
A
spirituality of joy doesn’t deny suffering, but is simply open to the
possibility that God is working to bring good out of it into a new
future….unlike our spirituality of fear, which assumes suffering is some kind
of punishment for the past, and closes off the future.
Then we learn to make joy for others….to make joy where at first it seems there is
none, is to become co-creators with the God of life (Joan Chittister, in Called to
Question), whereas,
as she says elsewhere, to cling to the
past, with its old expectations, as John the baptizer does, means the future is closed to us (Chittister, Rule of Benedict p
258).
You who know
the joy even through suffering and dashed dreams,
you who are bubbling up not with the hurried excitement of the season
but with the joy of knowing God’s
marvelous Presence and Power, you
stand as beacons of hope to those who sit in dark doubt, anxiety and grief this
season.
You joyful
ones help the blind see, the deaf hear, the lame walk…
YOU are
signs of God’s upside down world, the kin-dom of God…..you bring water to
desert life and light to dark dungeons….because the homeless helpless child
whose birth we celebrate has brought it out in you.
Thanks be to
God! Amen.
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