Peace

Today’s #AdventWord is #Peace

Peace cannot be imposed. That was the mistake made, or lie perpetuated, by Caesar Augustus and his Pax Romana, along with every empire before or since. No, peace cannot be imposed; only given, and received, as gift.

Persist

Today’s #AdventWord is #Persist

We’re almost at Christmas. We know that Jesus was born on or around 25 December (we can do the maths from the conception of John the Baptist and the overlapping pregnancies of Elizabeth and Mary; though the year is harder to pin down) but we don’t know when he will come again in glory to judge the living and the dead. Yet we proclaim that he will; and, indeed, the Season of Advent is about preparing ourselves for that future moment we don’t know, that will come like a thief in the night, without warning. And so, persistence is at the heart of the matter, actively waiting after the shepherds have gone on their way rejoicing.

Expect

Today’s #AdventWord is #Expect

We expect certain things of the familiar nativity. A good, kindly, but ultimately incompetent Joseph, who only manages to get Mary to Bethlehem as she goes into labour. A town-full of harassed inn-keepers whose rooms are all taken; and one who eventually takes pity and lets the holy family shack up in the stable round the back. And yet the story confounds our expectations. According to Luke’s Gospel, Mary and Joseph are guests in a family home, and, because there is not enough room in the guest room for Mary to give birth, attended as she would have been by other women, Jesus was born in the main room shared at night by the family and their animals, and laid to rest in the safe, contained bowl of the animals food trough. According to Church tradition, Joseph was an older widower, who took Mary as his ward; already the father of children by his first wife, or possibly having adopted the orphan children of his brother; in which case there were likely several other children crowding round, some perhaps old enough to be of some help, others underfoot. One way or another, expect to have your expectations shaken, as God breaks in again.

Sign

Today’s #AdventWord is #Sign

The angel told the shepherds that a Saviour had been born, and that the sign would be that they would find a child wrapped in swaddling cloths and lying in a manger (Luke 2:12). At the other end of Luke’s Gospel (24:12), Peter finds the linen cloths that had wrapped Jesus for burial ‘by themselves’—a sign to him of the triumph of the Messiah over death. A sign points us to something beyond itself. In the case of cloth, to God-with-us in our struggle for life, from the outset; ultimately defeating the ancient enemy that held sway over us. As we wrap ourselves in a throw to watch Christmas movies or put on new brushed-cotton Christmas pyjamas to snuggle into bed, may we not shut the dark world out but be reminded again of the good news of great joy.

Ablaze

Today’s #AdventWord is #Ablaze

John declared that the one who was coming would bring fire. Not as an arsonist, but as a smelter. One who carefully tends to fire, and carefully holds ore, in order to extract a pure and useful metal. A master-worker who takes earth and breath—who takes human beings, composed of the earth of the ground animated by the breath of God—and brings about transformation. Substance still of the earth, but able to endure, and precious. Gold and silver for jewellery. Bronze and iron for tools. Women and men, their God-given hidden properties revealed, crafted, brought to bear in the world for the enhancement of life. But not without heat, not without impurity skimmed off and poured away. No gain without loss. And yet the whisper echoing down the centuries, ‘When you pass through the fire, you shall not be consumed, for I am with you…’

Wash

Today’s #AdventWord is #Wash

Long ago, the Israelites had entered the Promised Land, crossing over the river Jordan. A homecoming, a return to Eden. But things did not go well, and eventually they were sent, once more, into exile; before, in time, returning again. So, when John came to prepare a people to welcome the Lord, he had them go back to the start, a column of men, women, and children, walking into the promise from beyond the Jordan.

When asked who he was, John quoted prophets of old, Isaiah and Malachi. He was the messenger sent ahead: the one coming hard on his heels would baptise with fire—a partial quote from Malachi, who said ‘he comes with refiner’s fire and fuller’s soap.’ The ancient equivalent of the washing machine. If John came wading in water, Jesus came to scrub his people up and down, plunge them in and out and in and out, and beat them against a rock. To scrape away at stubborn stains; repeat; and hang them out to dry. On the longed-for Day of the Lord’s coming, he will put his people in a spin and through the wringer, before he is done with us and we are washed whiter than snow.

Ancestor

Today’s #AdventWord is #Ancestor

Today we brought the Christmas tree into the Minster where I serve. It is green now, but it will die. But for now, it stands in that space. It is a space in which there is much older wood, pews and a pulpit carved in the 1930s, and some wood going back centuries. The old will be visible for much longer than the new. And the same is true with us. The present congregation is but the latest ring of growth in a tree planted on a small rise overlooking the mouth of the River Wear in AD930. A continuous worshipping community, though one disrupted many times over the intervening years. And when we sing on this patch of earth, we join in communion with the great cloud of witnesses who have gone before us into God’s nearer presence.

Sing

Today’s #AdventWord is #Sing

Singing has always been a core practice of God’s people, in whatever circumstance they find themselves. The Psalms are the songbook of our faith, songs for every situation: one third of them are laments. Singing resonates with something deeply, universally human. I’m reminded of being in a rugby stadium, the home team having a tough day at the office, the crowd rallying them again with song. Or intimidating the team set against them. But if that team can silence the home support, they steal a huge advantage.

I don’t mind Christmas carols, but I love Advent carols. Majors give quick wins in the present moment, but minors carry the hope of generations for future glory.

Rejoice

Today’s #AdventWord is #Rejoice

This morning as I stepped out of my front door, Venus, the morning star, was looking down. A friend waiting for me, accompanying me as I ventured out, making my heart glad. When I retraced my steps an hour later, though I looked to find her, she was nowhere to be seen.

Experiencing joy has very little to do with our circumstances, the good as much as the bad, and much more to do with finding ourselves caught up in wonder. Even on the brightest of our days, joy tends to catch us unawares. Search for joy directly, and it will prove elusive; try to hold on too tightly, and it will slip away. It comes, unbidden, when needed.

Prepare

Today’s #AdventWord is #Prepare

I prepare most of the meals in our household. Tonight, I am preparing an aubergine curry. It will have all the beautiful flavour of aubergine, but it won’t look anything like what I begin with. We will never return the aubergine to its original state. As we wait with God in Advent, we are being prepared for Christ’s return. But God does not come to make us a smoother, silkier version of our current state; God comes to transform us. At the resurrection, we will not be recognisable, physically, any more than an oak tree looks like an acorn; but we will be known. There is both discontinuity and continuity—and that work begins now, in this life.

Prune

Today’s #AdventWord is #Prune

Winter pruning serves a variety of purposes, from establishing new plants to rejuvenating tired old shrubs; from training a fruit tree to grow against a wall, to encouraging a bigger harvest; from removing disease to promoting health.

Recently, a friend, somewhat beating themselves up for not always being loving and kind regardless of circumstances, asked me, “But aren’t Christians supposed to be always bringing forth the fruit of the Spirit?” [love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, generosity, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control, Galatians 5;22, 23]. I responded no: we are called to be fruitful, but not to bear fruit continuously; even the tree of life bears its fruit on a monthly, i.e. not continuous, cycle [Revelation 22:2]. Lasting fruitfulness requires times of pruning, resting, and new growth between each harvest.

What is the divine gardener pruning in you, and in your community, this Advent?

Smooth

Today’s #AdventWord is #Smooth

Smooth does not mean there are no scars. Smooth means that we can run our hand over the surface without experiencing fresh pain. Our scars are the means by which are stories are marked down, carried with us. God comes not to erase us, but to heal us. To honour our life-story. See, the rough places are being made smooth. Even the scars are beautiful to the touch.

Rough

Today’s #AdventWord is #Rough

Luke the Gospel-writer quotes John the Baptizer quoting Isaiah the Prophet to declare that our preparations for the Lord to arrive must include the rough ways made smooth. One might say that Isaiah, John, and Luke rub up against each other. Most days, I pass by this bench, with its peeling paintwork and its broken slat. It is rough; and yet, ironically, the thing that will make it smooth is to subject it to sandpaper, to abrasion under a loving hand. Not once, but regularly. And this is how we, too, are made smooth: our rough edges worn off by the rough edges of our sisters and brothers, under the loving hand of God who creates, redeems and sustains us.

Go

Today’s #AdventWord is #Go

Every Christian—all of the baptised—is called by Christ to be a eucharistic* minister. To go out into the world; to live our lives as embodied, flesh-and-blood, prayers of thanks and praise to God; carrying the real presence of Christ, encountered in bread and wine and in our sisters and brothers gathered round the Lord’s table with us; freely sharing with others what we have received. The culmination of the celebration of Holy Communion is the dismissal:

“Go in peace, to love and serve the Lord.”

“In the name of Christ. Amen.”

We are all commissioned to go; and all take up that commission. And yet.

What is stopping you?

*Eucharist, from the Greek ‘to give thanks’ [and praise to God]. Technically, the celebration of Holy Communion involves the liturgy of the Word followed by the liturgy of the Eucharist, culminating in the dismissal [from which the Roman Catholics get the term mass to describe the entire rite].

Cry

Today’s #AdventWord is #Cry

Over time, the salt deposits in our tears calcify our hearts. The rock-splitting cry of the heart-of-stone is, “Come, Lord Jesus! How long, O Lord?”

Wild

Today’s #AdventWord is #Wild

In Isaiah’s world, the King’s Highway ran through the Judean wilderness, connecting Egypt and Babylon, the Great Pyramids and the Hanging Walls, the past exodus out of slavery and the hope of a future return from exile. The prophet borrowed the well-worn image to call the people to get ready for God on the move. Four centuries later, John the Baptiser took up Isaiah’s words, with the added irony that he lived in a world paved-over by Roman armies bringing the Pax Romana. God has always been encountered on the wilderness road; but for centuries now we have been at work to level the land, to tarmac over the wild places, to obliterate them with our superhighways of politico-economic salvation. If we are to prepare the way for the Lord in our day, we might need to begin with digging-up our old familiar routes before we can rebuild.

Alert

Today’s #AdventWord is #Alert

Our outhouse is spun with gossamer web. Not a fly enters the space, but the spider knows it. To be alert to what God is doing in our neighbourhood calls not for frantic activity, but for a well-maintained wide-reaching network of informants—say, the Church; though not exclusively so by any means—and attentive, trustful, rest.

Sprout

Today’s #AdventWord is #Sprout

I never imagined that I would be a runner. Some things sprout inevitably, in defiance of all odds. A flower pushing up through the concrete jungle. But more things will sprout given a nurturing and focussed community cheering us on. Unlikely and life-giving things might yet surprise us.

Light

Today’s #AdventWord is #Light

Each winter, the trees rehearse their death. Light floods in through the gaps. Light always floods in through the gaps, the cracks, what some mistakenly call negative space. Numinous in its super-abundance. This is mystery. The light of Jesus, the one called Emmanuel—God-with-us—floods in through the gaps between the living and the dead, between dying and bursting to life, illuminating all.

Night

Today’s #AdventWord is #Night

We live half our lives in the dark, which should tell us that night is as much gift as is day. As night falls, the earth draws in a deep breath, gathers itself together. And God watches over the creatures that sleep and over the creatures that come out under the cover of darkness, from timid mice to mighty constellations in the heavens.

Focus

Today’s #AdventWord is #Focus

The first frost of the winter transforms the fallen leaves; dew, in sharply concentrated form; drawing the eye to what we had thought of as discarded waste, now changed. Leaves that had laid down their lives so that the tree might live, revealed in glory. So, may the focus of our adoration point others to Christ’s glory.

Watch

Today’s #AdventWord is #Watch

Stop. Watch.

Stop, watch, until the swirling anonymous crowd of Christmas shoppers comes into focus; watching for signs of divine grace. There, did you see? A glimpse of God walking among us, in a burst of laughter, in that tender assisting touch, in the gathering-up of weary bones to keep going…

Journey

Today’s #AdventWord is #Journey

I left the house at quarter to eight, to take a service of Holy Communion. It was still dark, and foggy, the mist luminous around the street lights, leading me on where I could not see.

Prepare to die

We think of death as failure. Of our body failing us, and us failing those closest to us. We are wrong.

Dying is the culmination of our life’s work. It is the singular event we have all been moving inexorably towards from the moment of conception. “Pray for us,” Catholics implore Mary, “now and at the hour of our death”—because ‘now’ and ‘the hour of our death’ are the only moments given us, the only moments that matter. And each ‘now’ is preparation for ‘the hour of our death’.

The answer to the question, “What am I for?” is to prepare for a good death. To discover that I am unnecessary—the world was doing just fine before I came along and will manage perfectly well without me when I am gone. And to believe that I am loved—and that, held by love, my life, however short or long, makes all the difference in the world.