Sunday, November 29, 2015

God strengthens our hearts and raises our heads to live in freedom – Luke 21:25-28, 34-36, 1 Th 3:12-4:2.

Advent 1, Yr C; Notre Dame (Duncan Hall)

What do you want for Christmas?  How about just being free of finals?  As a fellow student, we’ve just come off this lovely break, but now we’re staring down the barrel of some pretty busy weeks here and being free of that, that’ll be a pretty good Christmas gift right there.  And I actually think there’s some spiritual wisdom in there for Advent.  That this is our time, a short four week period, to prepare ourselves to celebrate Christmas, the celebration of God’s first coming among us in human form, and by doing that to prepare ourselves for Christ to come again, which is what our readings on this first Sunday of Advent concentrate on.  And I think that asking ourselves what we want for Christmas, and making that less about what we want to get, and more about what we want to be rid of can be a very real way to do that.


So, what do you want to be rid of?  Finals, I know, I get it.  How about anxiety?  How about a constant need to be right or in charge?  How about a fear of asserting yourself, or any kind of fear at all?  How about guilt, regret, grief, disease, pain… sin.  All of these things constrain us and clamp us down.  We want so desperately to be free.  And God hears that prayer and is powerfully present to our longing.  God reaches out and says, “I know… you want to be free.  You will be.”  We will be.  God is bringing liberation.  Our redemption is at hand.  The Son of Man is coming with clouds and glory, for us, to bring redemption, freedom from all that enslaves. …And that’s what Christmas is all about, right?

Well, kind of.  Because Christmas always seems so nice, fluffy, cute, comforting, with the shepherds and the angels and all the lights.  Well, it’s not.  Shepherds smell, angels wrestle us to the ground, and the sun, moon and stars will be part of the chaotic barrage of signs promised.  Today’s gospel doesn’t promise nice, doesn’t sound fluffy and clashes with any sense of the ‘cute.’  And that’s right, because freedom isn’t cute; it’s hard.  Chains can be comfortable – ask the Israelites marching out of Egypt without bread to eat.  “Couldn’t you have left us in Egypt to die where we had plenty of food to eat?”


In his letter to the Thessalonians, Paul prays that their hearts will be strengthened so as to be found blameless in holiness when the Lord Jesus comes.  Consider how much we expect of our hearts!  In Paul’s letters we read of how many things hearts do: hearts love, they grieve, they plan, they lust, they suffer, they doubt and they believe.  We need strengthened hearts to receive the gift of redemption, something only God can give so I pray the same today.  May God strengthen our hearts that they not grow weary.  May God raise us to stand erect with heads held high. 

Here’s a picture of what it looks like when God answers that prayer, that we see in another story in Luke’s gospel.  Picture a woman bent over, unable to stand because she had been crippled by a spirit. Hear Jesus call to her, tell her of the freedom he is granting and lay his hand on her.  She rises and gives glory to God.  “Rises and gives glory to God” – are those two actions… or one?  The glory of God is a human being fully alive – the glory of God is you, living fully in freedom in Christ.

That’s the Advent posture, waiting with strong hearts and heads held high, alert to the world and prayerfully connected to God, the God whose hand-print we still feel on our heads, pulling us up.  Because to think we can stand under our own strength is to enslave ourselves to something new – to a myth of independence, of self-sufficiency that will collapse like so much sand when the powers of the heavens are shaken.  No, all that can pull us back to our full stature is that hand, that loving hand … pierced by a nail … counting the hairs on our head and coming, coming to take us home.


That’s what I want for Christmas, and that’s what Christ is bringing.


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