December 2, 2018
Luke 21.25-36
+ This morning is a special morning.
You can tell. No, it’s not just Pledge
In-Gathering Sunday (which is very important, mind you)
But, yes, it is the First Sunday in
Advent.
We are lighting the Advent wreath.
We have the Sarum Blue
And we are praying the Great Litany.
The Great Litany is one of the
treasures of Anglicanism and the Book of Common Prayer. In some churches the
Great Litany is recited while in procession. Well, we don’t have the room here
at St. Stephen’s to do it in procession. We could try. But I don’t think it
would work very well.
But we do it on this First Sunday of
Advent. We will do it again in Lent. And, of course, the Supplication of the
Great Litany is also prayed, according to the Book of Common Prayer, “in times of war, or of national anxiety, or of disaster.”
The Great Litany is special for many
reasons. It is the oldest piece of original-English
liturgy we have, published 1544. Thomas Cranmer, the great Archbishop of
Canterbury and the person almost single-handedly responsible for the Book of
Common Prayer, used several sources in his writing of this version of the Great
Litany. He used the Sarum Liturgies for Rogation, Processions and Death, the
Litany written by Martin Luther, and the litany from the liturgy of St. John
Chrysostom.
So, in a very real way, it
represents our Anglican blend of Catholic, Eastern and Protestant theologies—our Via Media, our
Middle Way. It’s appropriate that we
pray this liturgy which essentially includes EVERYONE in the prayers on this
First Sunday of Advent.
After all, we are now in this
anticipatory season of Advent. Anticipation is a very good word to sum up what
Advent is. We are anticipating. We are anxiously expecting something.
And in that way, I think Advent
represents our own spiritual lives in some ways. We are, after all, a people
anticipating something. Sometimes we
might not know exactly what it is we are anticipating. We maybe can’t name it, or identify it, but we
know—deep inside us—that something—something BIG—is about to happen. We know that something big is about to happen,
involving God in some way. And we know
that when it happens, we will be changed. Life will never be the same again.
Our world as we know it—our very
lives—will be turned around by this “God event.” It will be cataclysmic.
What I find so interesting about the
apocalyptic literature we hear this morning in our scripture readings is that
we find anticipation and expectation for this final apocalypse. And that
anticipation and expectation is a good and glorious thing, I think. That is what this season of Advent is all
about. It is about anticipation and
expectation being a wonderful thing in and of itself.
Because by watching and praying in
holy expectation, we grow in holiness. We
recognize that despite the doom and gloom some people preach when it comes to
prophecies, doom and gloom doesn’t hold sway over us as Christians.
Still, despite this view, we are a
people living, at times, in the dark doom and gloom of life.
In Advent, we recognize that darkness
we all collectively live in without Christ. But we realize that darkness doesn’t hold
sway.
Darkness is easily done away with what?
With light!
And so, in Advent, we are
anticipating something more—we are all looking forward into the gloom. And what
do we see there? We see the first flickers of light. And even with those first, faint glimmers of
light, darkness already starts losing its strength.
We see the first glow of what awaits
us—there, just ahead of us. That light
that is about to burst into our lives is, of course, Christ’s Light. The Light
that came to us—that is coming to us—is the sign that the Kingdom of God is
drawing near, as Jesus says in today’s Gospel, is near.
It is near.
Yes, we are, at times, stuck in the
doom and gloom of this life. But, we can take comfort today in one thing: as
frightening as our life may be, as terrible as life may seem some times and as
uncertain as our future may be, what Advent shows us more than anything is
this: we already know the end of the story. We might not know what awaits us
tomorrow or next week. We might not know
what setbacks or rewards will come to us in the weeks to come, but in the long
run, we know how our story as followers of Jesus ends.
Jesus has told us that we might not
know when it will happen, but the end will be a good ending for those of us who
hope and expect it. God has promised
that, in the end, there will be joy and happiness and peace. In this time of
anticipation—in this time in which we are waiting and watching—we can take
hope.
To watch means more than just to
look around us. It means to be
attentive. It means, we must pay
attention. It means waiting, with held breath, for the Kingdom of God to break
upon us.
So, yes, Advent is a time of waiting
and it is this waiting—this expectant anticipation—that is so very important in
our spiritual lives. Advent is a time of
hope and longing. It is a time for us to wake up from our slumbering
complacency. It is a time to wake up and
to watch.
The kingdom of God is near. And we
should rejoice in that fact.
In preparation for Advent, I have
been re-reading some of those poets and writers that inspired me many years ago—way
back when I was a teenager. One of the poets/theologians that I have been
re-reading intensely lately is the great German Protestant theologian and poet,
Dorothee Soelle. I’ve mentioned Soelle
many times before. If you do not known
Soelle, read her. She is incredible and important.
When I was in high school, I first
read her book, Of War and Love, which
blew me away.
But a poem of hers that I have loved
deeply and that I have been re-worked as a poet myself is her poem, “Credo.” I
was going to just quote a part of the poem here, but it’s just so wonderful, I
actually have share it in full. This is
the poem as I have adapted it.
The poem is
Credo
after
Dorothee Sölle
I
believe in a God
who
created what we walk upon
now
in this holy moment
is
something to be molded
and
formed
and
tried.
I
believe in One
who
rules not by tense laws
written
in stone
with
no real consequences
nor
with distinctions between those
who
have and those who have not,
geniuses
or idiots,
those
who dominate
and
those who are dominated
I
believe in a God
who
demands a creation
that
protests and, if need be,
questions
God.
I
believe in us,
who
must work to change
the
failures of creation
by
any means.
I
believe in Jesus
who,
as “someone who could do nothing”
as
we all are
worked
to change
injustice
against God
and
humanity.
He
allowed me to see
how
limited we are,
how
ignorant we can be,
how
uncreative we have consistently been,
how
everything we attempted
falls
short
when
we do not do it
as
he did it.
We
need to do it
as
he did it.
A
day does not go by
in
which I do not fear
a
reality in which
he
died for nothing.
Nothing
sickens me more
than
the thought
that
he lies at this moment
dead
and buried
in
ornate churches
and
cathedrals,
laid
out covered in gold
and
jewels,
encased
in glass,
to
be gazed at and worshipped
but
not touched or embodied.
I
fear more than anything
that
we have failed him
and
his revolution
because
we feared instead
those
self-absorbed authorities
who
dominate
and
oppress us.
I
believe in a Christ
who
is not dead
and
buried
and
left in the ground
but
rather who lives
and
is resurrected in us,
and
in the flame of freedom
that
burns away
prejudice,
presumption,
crippling
fear
and
destroying hatred.
I
believe in the ongoing revolution
he
set into motion
and
the reign of peace and justice
that
will follow.
I
believe in a Spirit
who
came to us where we were,
and
with all those
with
whom we share
this
Lenten place of tears
and
hunger
and
violence
and
darkness—
this
city of God—
this
earth.
I
believe in peace
which
can only be created
with
the hands of justice.
I
believe in a life
of
meaning
and
of true purpose
(adapted by Jamie Parsley)
Yes, we do live in “this place of tears/and hunger/and
violence/and darkness—/this city of God—/this earth.”
It was on this day in 1980 that four
American women—three nuns, Sister Ita Ford, Sister Maura Clark and Sister
Dorothy Kazel, and a layperson, Jean Donovan—were brutally murdered in El
Salvador. It was a story that shocked
all of us and challenged many of us, myself included. They reminded us that following Jesus means
following him not only through the good times, through the happy stories of his
birth, but through the violence and darkness of his life as well, through the
story of the jealous despot who wanted to kill Jesus, through the slaughter of
the Innocents, through the darkness of Gethsemane and the Cross.
This IS a place of tears/and hunger/and
violence/and darkness—/this city of God—/this earth.”
But, like those women who died on this day in 1980, we too are
hoping, in this Advent season, for “God’s future world/of love and peace.”
It is near.
The Kingdom of God—with its
incredible revolution—is so close to breaking through to us that we can almost
feel it ready to shatter into our lives.
So, in this anticipation, let us be
prepared.
Let us watch.
Christ—the Messiah, God’s Anointed
One—has come to us and is leading us forward. Christ—the dazzling Light—is burning away the
fog of our tears and hunger and violence and is showing us a way through the
darkness that sometimes seems to encroach upon us. We need to look anxiously for that light and,
when it comes, we need to be prepared to share it with others, because is
telling us that the God’s future world is breaking through to us.
This is the true message of Advent.
As hectic as this season is going to
get, as you’re feeling overwhelmed by all the sensory overload we’ll all be
experiencing through this season, remember, Watch.
Take time, be silent and just watch.
For this anticipation—this expectant
and patient watching of ours—is merely a pathway on which the Christ Child can
come among us as one of us.
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