12/15
The Third Sunday in Advent. Mary’s Sunday. And we
begin with three verses of Barbara Lundblad’s O come, o come…
O come O come
Immanuel
And bless each place your people dwell
Melt ev’ry weapon crafted for war
Bring peace upon the earth for evermore
Rejoice, rejoice! Take heart and do not fear,
God’s chosen one, Immanuel, draws near.
O come green shoot of Jesse, free
Your people from despair and apathy
Forge justice for the poor and meek
Grant safety for the young ones and the weak.
Rejoice, rejoice! Take heart and do not fear,
God’s chosen one, Immanuel, draws near.
O come now, living water, pour your grace
And bring new life to ev’ry withered place;
Speak comfort to each trembling heart:
“Be strong, fear not, for I will ne’er depart”
Rejoice, rejoice! Take heart and do not fear,
God’s chosen one, Immanuel, draws near.
We read the beautiful Isaiah
passage about roses blooming in he
desert. (The new translation, crocus, just doesn’t get it.) But we stumble on Isaiah 35:
A highway shall be there, and it shall be called the
Holy Way; the unclean shall not travel on it
And we talk about what does it
mean to be perceived to be unclean.
And Stephen says, Unclean is
unwelcome. And later, to be
redeemed is to be welcomed… That works for us. That’s
who we are trying to be.
I sing The Rose, as a meditation on Isaiah.
Then there’s the Matthew
passage(11:2-11) about John the Baptist and expectation:
Are you the one we have been waiting for?
Or do we need to keep looking? Jesus
answers in terms of the Isaiah passage.
But I start with asking folks how
they are doing. And after it turns out everyone is doing pretty well, I say
that often expectations create problems this time of year. We’re expected to
feel joy, happiness. Families expect to find
reconciliation, homecoming. But it doesn’t always work out that way. What we call Blue Christmas.
But somehow we come around to our
current situation. I shared how I had been at a gathering last Sunday night and
a woman pastor had shared that she had used West-Park as a sermon illustration.
That what she had seen at Presbytery was like the green shoot springing up through the stump. And my Catholic friend
Father John had quoted me in his sermon.
About hope. And I realize that people
are seeing us that way. That there are new expectations.
And I realize that as bad as we
felt on September 29th, when Marsha and I felt so badly beaten, the
outcome was a better situation. What we did between then and November 19th
allowed us to turn around the long running narrative about West-Park. And the
work we did brought us together as a community. When Cara was in the hospital
for two weeks, someone from the church was there every day. That wouldn’t have
been true year ago.
For this there is joy. Mary’s pink candle lit and glowing.
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