Advent 3A 11 Dec 2016 Did You Ever Wonder?

+ Have you ever wondered if it’s all true?
Wondered if Jesus really was God in the flesh? Wondered if Mary REALLY birthed the Son of God?
Did you ever wonder if it’s all true?
This question’s been asked by the most faithful and the least—and it makes sense---how can it be that God’s here? There’s still hatred and intolerance; there’s still violence, hopelessness and loss. How can it be that Emmanuel--God with us --- is true?
Is he really the one?
John the Baptist wondered.
Now don’t get me wrong, John the Baptist BELIEVED.
He believed that he was the one to herald the coming of the King, he believed he was to serve as Elijah to the Messiah, that he was to announce the coming of the Lord. But we find him in today’s Gospel wondering if maybe, just maybe he made a mistake.
“Are you the one to come?” John asks.
“And, if you are, how come you’re letting me languish in this cell? Herod isn’t mellowing, my days are numbered, Lord. HOW ABOUT SOME HELP HERE?”
John believed.
But, what John thought he believed wasn’t playing out like he thought it would. He had faith that the Messiah would come. He had faith in Jesus, but Jesus as Messiah? Jesus didn’t fit the prototype, he wasn’t what John expected.
Think about the Gospel stories we hear throughout the year, think about who they tell us Jesus is… He’s not always who we expect…
 We love the man who held children dear, who embraced the outcast and the hated. But to love that Jesus we must also love the Jesus who tells people to turn on their families in order to follow him, who tears up the temple, who compares a Samaritan woman to a dog.
Jesus isn’t always who we want him to be.
Our faith is something we hold dear, the stories of our faith nourish us, the rhythm of our faith soothes us.
But the reality of our faith?
Well that often shakes us to our core.
Where’s the star? The shepherds? Where’s Mary talking to the angel Gabriel? Why oh why must we get these readings about judgment and vengeance 14 days before Christmas? Why can’t we get a nice gentle lead into the story we all know and love?
Well…because the story we know and love isn’t the point. The birth of Jesus isn’t the point.
The life of Jesus and the life of all who follow him is.
Truth is, the factual details of Jesus’ birth don’t necessarily match what we hear in the nativity stories. But it doesn’t matter-- the story rings true in our heart. The Christmas story is an icon of our faith—the census, the barn, the star, the angels, the shepherds, the straw---but in the weeks leading to up to Christmas there’s not a star, a sheep, or an angel in sight.
Instead we get readings foreshadowing the second coming of Christ, the time when Jesus will return to the earth to separate the wheat from the chaff, the sheep from the goats, the followers of God from the non-believers. We get this Gospel where John the Baptist begins to wonder, “are you the one? Because it sure doesn’t look like you are. Where’s the kingdom? Where’s the peace? Where’s the unity?”
Jesus’ words echo here---“what did you come out to see, to hear? A show? A flashy liturgy full of promises, requiring absolutely nothing of you except tossing some money in the collection plate and following a set code of conduct that, if followed guarantees success and happiness…the so –called Prosperity Gospel?”
Wouldn’t it be great if we could come to church every Sunday, listen to beautiful music, recite familiar prayers, hear a decent sermon now and again, enjoy friends at coffee hour….and then go home and not think about it again until next Sunday?
But that’s not how it works is it?
We don’t just wander out of church on Sunday, we are sent out --to seek and serve Christ in all whom we encounter.
We are sent.
To be Christ in the world.
It’s not a spectator sport, is it? We are sent. To see and to do. To notice and to help. To realize and to change.
There’s a lot to do!
  John the Baptist is scared, he’s worn out and he’s worried. Had he made a mistake? Was Jesus really the one to come?
Jesus, instead of soothing John with a simple, “YES and oh by the way here are your parole papers…” tells John that he is the One because the lame walk, the blind see and the hungry are fed. He’s telling John –and us---that the work of God here on earth is accomplished one step at a time, one kind act at a time, one healing moment at a time. And that His coming—the first time and the second---are book ends. We, the Body of Christ on earth are the filler.
 We, the followers of Christ, full of wonder and doubt, full of hope and despair, full of questions that have no clear answers, fill in the space between the first and the second coming one step at a time, one kind act at a time, one healing moment at a time.
Jesus is the Messiah. And we are his followers.
As we enter into the wondrous story of his birth, don’t worry about what is fact and what is not, worry about what is true and right: that God so loved the world, God sent Jesus to live among us, to teach us, to inspire us and to leave us to finish the work that he began.
Amen.

Advent 2A Dec.4, 2016 Nurturing the Shoot Within Us All

+There are so many images that come to mind while listening to today’s readings:
¬ Wolves and lambs lounging in a peaceful co-existence, leopards and lions playing, a baby crawling safely within the reach of the snake.
¬ Gentiles being welcomed into Judaism through the cleansing act of baptism—no 30 foot walls being erected to keep the Palestinians out of Israel back then-- the images are almost unbelievable!
¬ And then we have wild and woolly John the Baptist flying INTO A RAGE at the Pharisees who’ve come to gawk at his baptizing act in the River Jordan. There he is, all smelly and wrapped in camel hair, blasting his message to all within ear shot, a touch of crazed ramblings infused with a wisdom that cannot be denied.
¬ And one of my favorite images of all—that earnest little seedling shooting up from a stump: a branch from the tree of Jesse.
Have you ever felt like a stump….a mere fragment of your former self?  A little dried up, worn down, feeling as if life has cut you off at your knees?
The prophet Isaiah tells us: “A shoot shall come out from the stump of Jesse…” The family tree that was the House of David, looked mighty bleak when Isaiah was writing in the 8th c. BCE—it was a mere stump of its former glory---they were under attack by the Assyrians, they were surrounded, defeat was at every turn. It’s hard to imagine the Israelites hopeful at that time, isn’t it?
Who can imagine anything growing while sitting on the stump of utter despair?
 I’ve sat there myself, perhaps you have, too. You may be there now -- at that place where hope is cut off, where loss and sadness have deadened your heart. A place where peace seems out of reach and happiness, the thing of fantasy.
  The good news is that God’s Advent word has come to sit, on that stump, alongside us, right where we are. God’s Advent Word won’t come in a blaze of glory, it’s not delivered on a chariot of fire. It won’t ask us to get up and dance! It comes to us, exactly where we are and it comes to us just how we are...happy and hopeful, sad and despairing, raging and ranting. It doesn’t matter—God’s Advent Word meets us where right we are.
Today’s Advent Words come to us from Isaiah—hopeful words creating a vision that’s surprising in its simplicity and honesty. Nothing hyperbolic and lofty here. The Word is matter-of-fact and brutally honest--the nation as they knew it would never rise again. The shoot would not become a mighty cedar. No, the shoot would become something altogether surprising, altogether different than anything anyone could ever expect. It won’t look mighty, it won’t be fierce… no, it will be a child…a BABY!
Much later in the book of Isaiah we read:
“For [the Lord] grew up before them like a young plant,
and like a root out of dry ground; he had no form or majesty that we should look at him, nothing in his appearance that we should desire him.”
  Yes, a shoot shall come out from the stump of Jesse… fragile, yet tenacious and stubborn. It will grow like a plant out of dry ground. And it will be strong and miraculous enough to push back the stone from a rock-hard tomb.
The shoot will grow in the heart of those cut off by unbearable sorrow until one morning they can look up again. It will grow in the hearts of people told over and over that they are nothing, they are nobody.
In the depths of that sorrow, in the grip of that hate, the plant will grow. It will break through the places where darkness dwells, where hope loses its way, where loneliness spreads. The shoot will grow to sing shouts of Hosanna and Glory to God in the highest.
  My friends, this shoot emerging from the stump of Jesse—this fragile sign--- is the beginning of God’s incarnation—of God’s coming to us, as one of us!
What about the seedling longing to burst forth in our own hearts? Deep in that place where faith longs to break through the hardness of our disbelief, the frozen ground of our fear, the rock hard stone of our despair?  Folks, don’t wait for the tree to be full grown. Search for that sprout, encourage that shoot, welcome the God who comes to us in Advent; inviting us to move beyond all that was into all that will be.
We may still want to sit on the stump for a while and brood—that’s ok--God will sit with us. But God will also keep nudging us: “Look! Look -- there on the stump. Do you see that green shoot growing?”
“O come, green shoot of Jesse, free
Your people from despair and apathy;
Forge justice for the poor and the 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.”
Preparing our hearts for the coming of our Lord requires that we let the shoot of Love take root and grow within us. Because, when we do that, we’ll find ourselves awestruck, alongside Mary, Joseph, the shepherds, the donkey, and all the other barn critters, gazing down upon the Savior of the World, come to us as a precious baby boy.
Amen!